The lights in the Slytherin lounge always shroud everything around them in light green light. The flames in the fireplace leaps and emit a warm yellow glow.

Only Brian and Draco were left in the common room, and a senior student yawning in a daze.

Draco suddenly bounced off the chair and opened his eyes wide.

"What's wrong with you, Draco?" Brian whispered.

"Ah?" Draco was stunned for a moment, rubbed his light blonde hair, and said in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"You're asleep in the common room." Brian said gently.

"Oh, by the way, I remembered it." Draco sat down, "I probably had a nightmare... Why did my head hurt a little?"

"By the way, Daphne's business! I haven't written a letter to my dad yet!"

Draco bounced up again, pulled a piece of parchment paper, and wrote letters on it.

Brian shook his head and looked at a book in his hand.

After writing the letter, Draco turned his head and looked at Brian's book.

"The Unbreakable Oath?" Draco looked at the cover and raised his eyebrows, "I am familiar with this! If you violate the oath, you will die. It is the most unbreakable oath!"

"You must be not familiar with it enough." Brian shook his head slightly and smiled. "As long as it is made by a person, there will inevitably be loopholes."

"Can the unbreakable oath be broken?" Draco scoffed.

"No, it's solid enough. But people's language always has loopholes." Brian smiled. "If there is a loophole, there is a loophole to drill for. People are always working tirelessly about it."

“What about it?”

"For example, Galter made more than a hundred unbreakable vows with others two hundred years ago, making everyone believe that he is an honest, loyal and responsible person." Brian smiled, "But in fact, he is a complete liar. He found dozens of loopholes in these vows, relied on them to deceive countless people's money, and made himself the Minister of Magic."

"For example, this article: I am willing to always uphold the justice in my heart and follow it for the rest of my life." Brian said, "This is the art of language. Obviously, the justice in his heart is money and power."

Draco blinked, looking speechless.

"So, never believe in anything unbreakable, that's the most unreliable," Brian smiled.

"Okay, aren't you sleepy? I'm going to rest." Draco yawned.

"It's time to rest." Brian closed the book.

The next day, while they were having breakfast in the auditorium, countless owls flew in with their wings, and it started to drizzle in the sky.

Brian had to lift his pumpkin porridge up to prevent the feathers from falling inside.

Owls found their respective owners and threw letters to them. Most of them were Slytherin's little wizards.

Obviously, Daphne's sudden accident made everyone nervous and frightened. Draco spread the news to everyone.

Draco whispered to the side that he had not received his father's letter.

Everyone finished the morning class as usual, and at noon, Brian received a letter from Mr. Foley.

At this time, Harry and Ron rushed to Hager's cabin.

A few seconds after they knocked on the door, Hagrid opened the door. He touched his scattered hair and beard and muttered relievedly, "Why are you here?"

"Well, Hagrid...we, we want to ask you some things..." Harry stuttered.

"Okay...Okay, I'll go make tea..." Hagrid said vaguely.

He was obviously a little restless and looked out the window frequently. The water from the kettle was spilled out, almost extinguishing the fire.

"You're okay, Hagrid." Harry said worriedly.

"Oh, no... it's okay." Haeger said. He poured a large cup of boiling water for each of them and placed a large piece of cake on a plate.

"Hagge, you know... Fred is missing... and Hermione..." Ron said fidgetingly.

"Yes, I know." Hagrid's voice was even more sucking.

"We got a message, I heard you..." Harry took a deep breath, "I heard you know something..."

Just then, a rough knock came from outside the door.

Hagrid knocked over the teapot at once, and he rushed over and pulled the door open.

"Oh, Hagrid, that's awful." Outside the door was a short, fat man with messy gray hair and anxious face. He was Connelly Forge, Minister of Magic.

He was followed by a man Harry never dreamed of seeing, wearing a long black cloak, light blonde hair, gray eyes looking at them coldly, with a familiar evil smile on his face, it was Mr. Lucius Malfoy.

Hagrid's face turned pale, and sweat was coming out of his forehead. He stared at them and said, "I'm not..."

"Anyway, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp and quick tone, "a few more attacks, just yesterday, the Weasleys lost a child, and the Greengrass girl is still lying in the hospital... How many attacks have this been?"

"I don't!" Hagrid defended awkwardly, his face flushed with anxiety.

"Look, what a guilty defense," said Mr. Malfoy sarcastically, "Your behavior is so bad, Hagrid..."

"Hagge said it wasn't him!" Harry stood up and said.

"Oh? Who is this? The famous Harry Potter." Mr. Malfoy said softly, circling around the house, "I think you are obviously blinded by him, Potter. He is always good at escaping guilt and acts recklessly with Dumbledore's partiality..."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" cried Hagrid, "get out of my house, right away!"

"Oh, dear friend, please believe me, I'm not happy to enter your room... Oh, do you call this a house?" Mr. Malfoy sneered, exactly the same as Draco's expression.

"Anyway, Hagrid, I have to take you away." Fudge stroked his messy hair and said anxiously.

"But..." Harry wanted to defend Heg, but Ron grabbed his sleeves tightly. Ron shook his head at Harry with a pale expression.

"No, you can't...not me..." Hagrid's face turned pale.

"This needs to be left to us to judge." Fuji said quickly.

"I think, before you want to capture my hunting ground guard, you should at least notify me, Connelly." Dumbledore walked over from a distance, staring at Fudge with blue eyes.

"Oh, Albus, I'm just catching the suspect." Fudge quickly turned the top hat in his hand, "I've gotten in touch with the school board."

"No, you know, Connelly. There is not only a secret room in the school." Dumbledore said seriously, "Miss Greengrass and their experience has nothing to do with the secret room. And I also trust Hagrid completely."

"But we think that's one thing, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagher's record of the record is not good for him. The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures..."

"But you know, Connelly, it's useless to take Hagrid away." Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with anger.

"You should also think from my perspective. Albus, I am under much more pressure than you." Fudge didn't look into his eyes. "If he was really innocent, I dare to guarantee that he would come back safely... but I have to take him away now..."

"Take me away?" Heghe shivered, and said hoarsely, "Where to take it? Not Azkaban, right?"

"Oh, maybe." Mr. Malfoy said coldly, "Dumbledore, you can't always protect him. It's up to you to see where your heart is. I can't stand it..."

"That's bad, Dumbledore," said Mr. Malfoy, lazily. "We hope you can solve the problem, but you just block the news and put the students' lambs under the tiger's claws..."

"So, what's the point of doing you, Lucius?" Dumbledore's words were very polite, but his anger was still burning in his eyes.
Chapter completed!