dmims Chapter 56: The Spy Draco Malfoy
Chapter 56: The Spy Draco Malfoy
Chapter 56: The Secret Agent Draco Malfoy (Sixth Update)
You could hear a pin drop in the Slytherin common room.
Everyone instinctively held their breath, their minds racing as they analyzed the information they had just received.
First of all, Slack Anguis is just a freshman, and there is absolutely no way he could defeat a professor in a duel.
Even if that professor is Quirrell, it won't work!
Secondly, Pipi Gui has never been serious with his words; nine out of ten of what he says are lies, and the tenth is a mixture of truth and falsehood.
He's just a ghost who plays pranks for fun; there's absolutely no credibility in what he says!
The group leaders exchanged bewildered glances, especially the three previously arrogant groups. They still tried their best to maintain their Slytherin elegance, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a minor incident.
If they change their minds because of a single sentence from Pipi Gui, then they are truly tarnishing their intelligence.
But then again—
The three group leaders' gazes all fell on Draco Malfoy, as if silently unleashing Legilimency.
Mr. Malfoy's confident demeanor seemed to suggest that the matter was very likely true.
Otherwise, why would he be so stupid as to ask the team leaders in front of them whether or not to notify Slack?
What exactly does he know?
The three group leaders glanced at Malfoy and then at Crabbe and Goyle, the two tall and clumsy Slytherins.
Their eyes were so clear, showing not a trace of emotion, as if they had no idea what had happened.
Even the most cunning Apollo, with a flicker of his eye, seemed to feel a slight pang of regret.
Of Slack's three roommates, only Malfoy seemed reasonable. He realized that he had been a bit too hasty in trying to get in touch with Slack through Crabbe and Goyle.
As for Eldick, he was the most composed of the three.
It wasn't that he didn't care whether the matter was true or false, but rather that he possessed special intelligence-gathering methods.
Yena Yaxley recommended Slack to me several times, so there must be some connection between the two, which I could take advantage of.
As for William, the leader of the Curse Group, he made his judgment without hesitation after careful consideration.
"I propose that we temporarily freeze the decisions we've reached until Slack Anguiz returns to his dorm."
William Flint stated unequivocally, "Our top priority right now is to verify the truth of this matter. Until that's confirmed, none of us can extend an invitation to Slack Anguill to join the team!"
"I agree," Apollo nodded with a smile.
Eldick also smiled, as if this was his idea as well.
As for Malfoy, his eyes were filled with regret.
Because he suddenly realized something—
The moment he received the news from Pipi Ghost, he became so smug that he didn't even have time to verify whether Pipi Ghost's words were true or false!
When Malfoy, who understood the crux of the matter, looked up at the three team leaders, his face turned pale.
He already had fair skin, but now, because of the shock, he looked even more like a vampire.
The three team leaders couldn't help but look at him with a hint of pity.
The poor first-year students, before they even celebrated Christmas at Hogwarts, were already embroiled in this Slytherin tradition of power struggles.
What's even more pitiful is that his words just now offended everyone.
The Malfoy family is truly unfortunate.
"As for you, Malfoy," William Flint's expression softened considerably, "you should go back to your dormitory. This is no longer something you can control, don't—"
William Flint carefully chose his words, trying not to embarrass Malfoy.
"Don't act rashly, just wait and see how things develop, okay?"
Can I say it's bad?
Malfoy had completely forgotten how he had answered William Flint's request.
When he returned to his dormitory alone, looking completely lost, he suddenly realized just how serious what had happened!
Slack Angus, a first-year student, went out at night during his first week at school and happened to run into Professor Quirrell, who was on duty. He then drew his wand and dealt with Professor Quirrell.
My Merlin!
That's absolutely impossible; it's like casting a spell and knocking your dad unconscious in a restaurant.
As Malfoy thought about it, he became increasingly regretful. His behavior in the lounge had been incredibly foolish; he had become wooden when nervous and carried away with his pride.
He doesn't seem like a descendant of a pure-blood wizarding family at all!
He was restless in his dormitory, but looking around, there was no one he could talk to.
Crabbe and Goyle haven't returned yet for some reason, and Slack still hasn't gone back to the dorm.
Only the fire in the fireplace crackled and burned, keeping the lonely and helpless Malfoy company.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Slack is back!
Malfoy strode forward quickly, but he stopped abruptly after only a few steps.
The person who came was neither Slack, whom he had been longing for, nor Crabbe or Goyle, but William Flint, a sixth-grader, the leader of the Curse Group who had warned him not to act rashly.
"Keep an eye on the door and don't let outsiders in."
William Flint gave the order to his tall and imposing younger brother Marcus behind him, and then closed the door behind him.
After finishing these tasks, William Flint, without waiting for Malfoy to ask any questions, found a cushioned chair near the fireplace and sat down.
Malfoy noticed that William Flint's demeanor was completely different from when he was in the lounge; now he was amiable and even showed a hint of appreciation.
"Malfoy, which bed is Slack's?"
"This one," Malfoy pointed to the bed closest to the fireplace, "the one next to it is mine."
Oh, it seems Slack has already won over the entire dorm room?
William Flintmore casually said, gesturing with his fingertips, "You behaved very well in the lounge just now, without revealing any information about Slack Anguis."
What?
Did I do this?
Malfoy was slightly taken aback, unsure of what the leader of the Curse Group was saying.
"We're all from the Holy Twenty-Eight Clans, so let's be frank," William persuaded, his tone becoming increasingly amiable. "As the Malfoy family, with the purest bloodline, if you're going to join a group, you should join the strongest, the Cursed Group, right?"
As he spoke, before Malfoy could speak, he got off the chair and gently placed his hand on Malfoy's shoulder.
This is how people of higher status express goodwill to people of lower status.
Malfoy had seen it many times with his father, but this was the first time someone had used it on himself.
He was a little nervous and couldn't answer William Flint's question immediately.
"I also heard you really like Quidditch, right?" William pointed to the door. "Marcus is the captain, and I've ordered him to make an exception and let you join, starting as a substitute Seeker. How about that?"
Malfoy was overwhelmed by this series of benefits.
These are all things he has always dreamed of!
But he couldn't understand why William Flint, who had previously warned him against rash actions and regarded him as a child who knew nothing, was now here patiently advising him.
What is it about me that he values so much?
Malfoy completely forgot his father's teachings and subconsciously began to ponder deeply, appearing extremely focused.
Suddenly, an incredible idea popped into his mind.
His lips trembled with excitement at the thought.
"I'm the prefect, I can give you a pass that allows you to move freely around Hogwarts at night, for example, to use the prefect's bathroom, or for example—"
As he spoke, William Flint pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and, to Malfoy's astonishment, forcefully shoved it into Malfoy's hand.
"Go check if our Mr. Slack Anguis is in the school infirmary right now. After all, there's no way he could defeat a professor unscathed, even if that professor is Quirrell, right? And once it's confirmed, invite him to join the Cursed Group. I'll give him unimaginably generous terms."
"But----"
Malfoy clutched the note in his hand, but his mind was filled with what William Flint had just said in the lounge.
No one should act alone before the truth is fully investigated! He also specifically instructed himself not to act rashly!
result----
"So this is Slytherin, Malfoy." William Flint warmed his hands by the fire. "Intrigue and treachery are magic comparable to curses."
Upon hearing this, Malfoy couldn't help but look at Slack's bed. Looking at the empty mattress, he felt his brain buzzing from the shock of all this.
"Don't let me down," William Flint urged Malfoy again before leaving. "Be quick! Be faster than them!"
Bang!
The door closed again, leaving Malfoy alone in the room.
He reached out and touched his wand, then took out the note the prefect had written, reading it over and over again until he finally figured out the whole story.
turn out to be----
The battle for Slack Anguilty has begun quietly!
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