It's not the Quidditch final yet, and Hagrid has been very busy recently helping Mr. Bob negotiate with centaurs.

So there aren't many people here.

Just two.

Although Hagrid's theory class is not easy, after all, he has to face a furry "Monster Book" that looks like a big spider. Reading it carefully is a matter that needs to be dealt with carefully.

"Oh, I must tell my dad, this book is too dangerous." Pansy Parkinson's words, the original language should have been spoken by Malfoy. It is a pity that Malfoy is studying very seriously now, even if

It was Hagrid's course, and he studied very seriously.

"He doesn't seriously act like a Slytherin, he should go to Ravenclaw."

Some people commented so bitterly on Malfoy, but obviously, no one dared to say that in front of Malfoy, because now Malfoy is a good player in duels.

Even the buck-toothed Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, suffered several big losses at the hands of Malfoy, and he dared not speak out in anger!

Lying on the bed, Duwei hummed softly, it was the Hedwig Variations. He hummed the Haider Variations. Dumbledore sat next to him and looked around his body.

"You also became Tom's Horcrux, didn't you?"

Dumbledore asked, getting straight to the point.

Du Wei chuckled.

"Isn't it obvious, Professor, so, how does it feel to cut out your bones?"

Du Wei asked.

His voice didn't sound provocative - because Du Wei really wasn't provocative. He really wanted to ask Dumbledore how it felt to cut out the bones.

"Not very well, I'm afraid, Mr. Jones."

Dumbledore also answered his question, but this is not the question now.

The question now is.

Dumbledore looked at Dewey and said, "How long have you been at Hogwarts, Mr. Jones?"

"Always here, my principal.

This is not a strange thing. When all the Aurors are trying to capture me, Hogwarts is the safest place.

I think you should know about this."

"I do know about this. Sometimes I also think about where you and Sirius hid when the Aurors captured you. I originally thought you should hide in the Shrieking Shack.

It was a place Blake knew well and no one would go there.

Sirius wants to see Harry, so that's a good choice."

Dumbledore said, he took out a chocolate from his clothes, stuffed a piece into his mouth, and stuffed another piece into Duwei's mouth and said: "I have observed that you like eating chocolate very much, Jones.

"

"Yes of course."

Du Wei said vaguely.

"So, my dear professor, you also know that Sirius was wrongly accused?"

Du Wei showed a smile and said casually.

Dumbledore's hand paused.

"Yes I know."

Dumbledore said.

"So, after you learned the truth, you didn't try to get poor Sirius out of Azkaban?"

Du Wei then said more relaxedly.

"Yes."

Albus Dumbledore said, this time, his answer was particularly concise.

Du Wei was silent. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

The school hospital became extremely dull for a moment.

A kind of dullness that shouldn't belong to this season.

Dumbledore's voice came over.

"So you hate me because of this, Mr. Jones?

Are you resenting me for not coming forward to testify?"

"No, to be honest, I'm not surprised by this, my professor.

You were a coward at some point, and I can understand that.

Moreover, in Azkaban, I asked myself countless times whether there really is a God in this world.

My answer is, no.

You didn’t come forward to testify, I can understand your logic, because it is necessary for you to come out to testify, so, professor.”

Du Wei exhaled softly.

"The living people still have the courage to overturn the verdict. So, professor, are you willing to restore the honor that the dead person deserved?

Are you willing to open your eyes for a dead man?

I have no reason to blame you for not coming forward to testify and prove a person's innocence, because this matter is too difficult.

But now, professor, there is another thing standing in front of you, that is, do some people really have legitimacy when they use their own lives to fight against Voldemort?

Did he do the right thing?"

Du Wei said softly: "Sirius is still alive, and I will redress Sirius' grievances. There is no doubt about this.

But who will tell the stories of the dead?"

Du Wei asked as if he was talking in his sleep.

Dumbledore sat next to him and looked at Du Wei's face. At this moment, there was no madness on his face. Du Wei's expression was as calm as a lake in late autumn, indifferent and solemn.

"who?"

he asked.

"Regulus Arcturus Black."

Duwei said: "Sirius's younger brother, Regulus Black.

The true glory of the Black family.

A warrior with conviction."

…

Slytherin, common room.

The matches in the fireplace were buzzing, and Malfoy was curled up on a chair covered with a blanket.

In front of him was an astronomical table.

He was looking at something on the astronomical watch.

On the other side of him, it was Professor Lupine's leave time. The more he investigated these things, the more serious Malfoy's expression became, and in the end, he was even more livid.

He had a guess in his mind, a terrible guess.

But he didn't want to prove this, because he couldn't imagine that the teacher who taught him how to deal with werewolves would be a werewolf wizard.

He stood up, carefully inserted the wand into his waist, and walked out in his robe.

"What are you going to do, Draco, it's almost time to go to bed?"

Ms. Parkinson said on the side.

She saw Draco Malfoy standing up suddenly and didn't know why, but Parkinson still reminded him that after the lights go out at Hogwarts, students had better not wander around the school.

"I'll be back soon."

Malfoy said, striding out of the Slytherin common room without looking back.

He walked straight to Professor Luping's bedroom.

He stood outside Professor Luping's bedroom. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little panicked.

A trace of confusion appeared on Draco Malfoy's face, when he realized that Professor Lupin's request for leave was a bit fishy - no one's illness was so regular, and it always disappeared at a certain time of the month.

One week, when he noticed this, for no apparent reason, he took out his astronomical watch and began to compare it with the astronomical watch to investigate the days when Professor Luping fell ill.

After comparing the astronomical table, the expression on Malfoy's face finally turned into panic.

He discovered that the time when Professor Lupine fell ill was almost a week away from the time of the full moon on the astronomical watch, after each full moon disappeared.

Professor Lupine will go to class again. He looks exhausted, and the werewolf wizards described in the book - "Because of turning into werewolves, these werewolf wizards will always look extremely tired. Turning into werewolves is very important to werewolf wizards."

It's also a kind of mental torture..."
To be continued...