Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 245 Another Private Lesson

Umbridge's arrival seemed to have affected the professors' mood.

Professor McGonagall was always angry, and even Professor Flitwick would suddenly snort loudly several times in the middle of class before continuing the class calmly.

"This is comparable to the Lockhart tragedy..."

Ron Weasley's complaints after the Potions class were rarely resonated by both Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

Draco passed Harry before leaving the classroom, and they both felt the other's panic as he resisted saying hello and avoiding their gaze.

But is it an illusion? It seems that Harry's temper in class has not improved due to less contact, so has it also improved a lot in private?

The dark circles under his eyes became even darker. Could it be that he was still haunted by nightmares at night?

Draco was in a daze, frowning unconsciously, until he heard Snape's gentle voice.

"Tonight at 7 o'clock, the principal's office."

Draco's mind suddenly jumped.

Finally, it was time to start the lesson with Professor Dumbledore again.

After dinner, Draco stepped onto the stone steps of the principal's office as scheduled, watching the stone statue jump away contentedly after receiving the secret message, revealing the spiral staircase behind it. He walked up the stairs slowly, nervously wondering what the content of today's class would be.

Apart from the first course, Professor Dumbledore never took me to visit Nurmengard again.

But even so, Draco was able to continue several sessions of telepathy with Grindelwald through the smoke generated by some silverware in Professor Dumbledore's office.

In the mist, as if in a trance, I saw a few blurry prisms emerging in my mind, and a blurry figure was visible in the prisms.

As the course continued, the mirror of the psychological prism became clearer and clearer, and the outline of Greenwood emerged more and more clearly.

Professor Dumbledore always sat quietly by the side, watching Draco close his eyes in the mist and talk silently with Grindelwald in his own consciousness.

The conversation between the two did not involve magic, it was just a simpler one, about the intersection of mind, emotions and consciousness.

Sometimes, it was Grindelwald who analyzed Draco's deep-seated worries, but more often, it was Draco who felt Grindelwald's regret.

This was not Legilimency. Draco could only guess that perhaps the ring of fire drawn by Grindelwald during his first visit to Nurmengard had been combined with Professor Dumbledore's ward, leaving some magical residue on him.

Only then could he be connected with Grindelwald's consciousness under the spell of Professor Dumbledore.

I thought the course this time was just average, but I was surprised when I stepped into the principal's office.

Professor Dumbledore's desk, which was always filled with silver, became spacious and tidy, and the smooth wood grain exuded a fresh fragrance.

There was only a yellowed book cover on the table. Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly, and Draco couldn't help but steal a glance at the title of the book engraved in gold on the cover.

The Book of Pictograms by Nicolas Flamel

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"Good night, Draco."

"Good night, Professor Dumbledore. What is this??"

After the polite greetings, Draco asked somewhat uncertainly.

Professor Dumbledore blinked and seemed to be trying not to laugh.

"Alchemy. This is our next course," he said, a happy light flashing behind his half-moon lenses.

"I guess you're not too unfamiliar with alchemy."

Professor Dumbledore's smile somehow reminded Draco of the time after the Philosopher's Stone level in his first year, when he circled around Harry's bedside, who was unconscious, several times before finally deciding to keep the hairband.

My face suddenly turned red, and it took a lot of effort to warm up my hot cheeks.

But after looking into Professor Dumbledore's gentle eyes, his heart, which had finally calmed down, was once again filled with a bitter and twisted heartbeat.

Perhaps ever since the Dark Lord was reborn, the youthful shyness between him and Harry had transformed into a catastrophe.

Professor Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon lenses flashed with sadness for a moment, and then shone again, reminding Draco of the important business of the night.

"Will you give me alchemy lessons?" He blinked slightly to clear his mind and asked calmly.

"I thought that was a class for the final wizarding exam in sixth year."

"Indeed." Professor Dumbledore smiled.

“But I think the current situation allows us to be less conservative.”

As he spoke, he stood up, walked behind Draco, and pulled out a chair for Draco like a gentleman.

Draco nodded and sat down lightly. As he sat up, Dumbledore gently pushed the back of the chair forward so that Draco didn't need to move his seat.

As always, they were gentle and polite. This was the atmosphere that Draco was most familiar with since he was a child, and it also helped Draco to slowly calm down his thoughts.

"Please use."

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand as he walked back to his seat.

A bone china tea set carved with blue and white patterns floated out of the cupboard, and light golden tea poured out from it.

The principal's office was immediately filled with the soothing scent of chamomile.

"Does your emphasis on alchemy have anything to do with the fact that Voldemort first chose the Philosopher's Stone as the way to regenerate?"

After making sure that Professor Dumbledore was seated, Draco asked tentatively, picked up the cup holder with his right hand, pinched the cup handle with his left thumb, index finger and middle finger, and took a sip of chamomile tea.

My mind started racing as soon as I saw Flamel's works.

Apart from the fact that the Dark Lord once wanted to obtain the highest crystal of alchemy to gain the power of rebirth, there is no other reason that Professor Dumbledore would take so much trouble to teach.

Draco was pleased to find that Professor Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction after hearing what he said.

"You are very thoughtful, Draco. But before we begin, I have a small request."

Dumbledore's words aroused Draco's curiosity and made her put down the tea set.

"Please say."

"Please do not refer to him as Voldemort in this office or in my presence, Draco.

If possible, I hope that in front of me, you will call him Tom like me. Facing the original appearance of things is enough for us to overcome fear. "