Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 236 Dumbledore's Private Lessons?

After dinner, Draco returned to his dormitory to freshen up.

He took out the ring made by Nott from the left drawer of the desk, put it in the pocket of his robe, and went to Severus' office alone.

He knocked on the door gently, and after getting a response, he pushed the door open and walked into the familiar cellar.

Snape was still dressed in black, standing in an armchair by the fire.

"Good night, Draco."

The greeting from the office was brisk, very different from Severus's.

Draco stood there in a state of bewilderment, looking at the tall figure slowly standing up from the armchair, and frowned hesitantly.

"Goodnight, Severus. And... Professor Dumbledore?"

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From the fireplace in Severus' office, the soft crackling of the flames chewing on the wood could be heard from time to time.

The familiar grayness has a reassuring atmosphere, but also a startling strangeness.

Draco sat in an armchair, looking at Severus and Dumbledore in a daze, still trying to comprehend the information he had just heard from the headmaster.

The old headmaster looked at him with a hint of smile in his eyes, while Severus rarely showed any emotion, with a face full of mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.

This surprised Draco even more.

"You mean, this year's courses..." Draco said with some hesitation, wanting to confirm again.

"Yes, Draco."

Dumbledore took over softly, his tone encouraging.

"Professor Snape came to discuss with me and thought that perhaps this arrangement would be the most appropriate next step. After careful consideration, I must say that I agree with his idea."

Draco and Dumbledore looked at each other.

The warmth in the old headmaster's eyes soothed the discomfort that had been lurking in my heart like an undercurrent since the end of the Potions class.

Draco lowered his head and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. He stared at Snape with his moving eyes: "Mom said that she and you have other arrangements. Is this what you mean? Professor... Snape?"

I remembered that I was not alone at the moment, so I quickly changed the address before blurting out the words.

Dumbledore's mood seemed to be even happier because of Draco's politeness.

His half-moon glasses kept flashing as he looked at his trusted Potions Professor, waiting for his answer.

Severus obviously did not appreciate Dumbledore's high spirits.

He rolled his eyes with extremely subtle body language.

Of course, this did not escape the observation of her daughter-like friend.

The girl's curiosity and playfulness arose, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

It turns out that Severus has such a boring side in front of Dumbledore.

Severus naturally noticed Draco's expression and sent him a silent reproach with his eyes.

Draco stuck out his tongue slightly, pouted his lips, wrinkled his nose, and made a coquettish face.

Although the old principal was still around, it was a rare opportunity to tease his strict father and he was unwilling to miss it no matter what.

Severus could only sigh helplessly.

He found that Dumbledore's eyes behind the lenses were even more happy because he witnessed the father-daughter interaction between the two.

He cursed inwardly for a while, but found that at the same time that Dumbledore's eyes wrinkled because of a smile, his eyes flashed a hint of permission.

Snape nodded at Draco and said, "This is what your mother and I both hope to achieve. Now, it's time for you to start your class."

As Severus spoke, he walked to the cupboard deep in the office and took out a finely woven dark green wool cloak.

Then, he walked to the cellar door and opened it.

As he passed him, Draco could tell from the cut of the cloak that it could not possibly be Severus's own attire.

Dumbledore had risen from his armchair, and Draco hurried to his feet as well.

As he followed Dumbledore toward the cellar door, Severus gently put the cloak on his shoulders from behind.

"Wear some clothes. It will be cold in the mountains."

"On the mountain?"

Draco looked up with a little confusion, and the worry in Severus' eyes became more and more obvious, but he did not allow himself to talk any more. He could only look at him and whispered a thank you and goodbye.

"Thank you, Professor Snape. Good night."

At the same time, she folded her hands and held his big palms to comfort him.

I grabbed the collar of the cloak and felt it was soft and smooth, which was my favorite texture.

The warmth seeps into my heart through the fabric of the clothes. After fastening the buttons lightly, I tie the ropes tightly.

After arriving at the cellar door, I discovered under the flickering light of the torches in the corridor outside that Professor Dumbledore was also wearing a unique outfit tonight, wearing a dark purple robe and even a brooch on his chest.

His eyes behind the lenses looked at him tenderly once more, then turned to Severus.

A wise voice spoke, and the tone was light: "Don't worry, Severus."

Then, he pulled out his strange-looking wand from the sleeve of his robe and gently hung it above Draco's head: "I'll trouble you to be patient for a moment, Draco."

The old headmaster tapped his wand, and Draco shuddered unconsciously, feeling a spell flowing from his head like a cold spring.

I lowered my head and found that my whole body was completely blended into the color of the cellar and the stone walls.

If I didn't know exactly where I was standing, I wouldn't even be able to detect that I was here.

Seeing himself almost invisible under the powerful Disillusionment Spell, Severus had a bit of awe in his eyes, but also a bit of relief.

Professor Dumbledore was also looking at him, and seemed to be very pleased with his spell.

His cheerful voice followed: "Great. Let's go, Draco."

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