In the evening, Mrs. Kent walked out of Hogwarts with a whole bag of gold Gallons and a check.

At this time, she was still staying in the room where she would be able to meet her requests. She was drinking tea quietly.

After the initial shame, Mrs. Kent told Mike and Zhou Hong about the disgusting things she had done over the years as if she had let go of herself.

In the end, she even talked to Mike about her future plans.

She said that Yingguo is so messy nowadays, and her reputation here is already terrible.

So after that she would take the money to the United States, a country made up of terror and criminals, where her excellent bloodline and a large amount of gold would knock on the door of the upper class for her, where she would once again become the noble lady of Kent.

Speaking of orgasm, Mrs. Kent's eyes were blurred, as if she was completely trapped in her fantasy of a bright future. Mike could see that she was really eager to live that kind of life.

However, in all her future plans, there is no name of her two daughters.

Finally, Mrs. Kent remembered that she had two daughters after Mike's reminder.

She told Mike a little embarrassedly that she would also take her daughter with her, so that they could study in the United States in the future and live a new life.

However, Zhou Hong shook his head in despair - Mrs. Kent was lying.

He would always answer any requests indoors. Mike closed his eyes and pondered, and would raise his teacup from time to time to take a sip.

Of course, the tea cup is not tea, but coffee. He is not a British man, and he has never felt the joy of drinking tea.

But opposite him, Zhou Hong frowned and restless.

Sitting on the sofa and shaking his legs for a long time, Zhou Hong finally made up his mind. He stood up and shouted at Mike:

"No, I must not let that disgusting old woman live a good life like this! And... if her two daughters were allowed to live a miserable life, they would definitely live a miserable life. Maybe when they were sold by their mother, after all, the old woman never regarded them as her daughters!"

Zhou Hong's roar echoed in the room for answers, but strangely, Mike was still lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard it.

But this abnormal situation made Zhou Hong smile on his face, and he continued:

"I'll teach the old lady a little bit, and take her two daughters to George and Fred's shop and ask them to go to Boothbaton to school!"

Mike on the sofa still had no response. Seeing this, Zhou Hong's smile became even brighter because he knew very well that Mike had made acquiesce.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door of the room for responsiveness was closed heavily.

Mike on the sofa finally opened his eyes. He glanced at the empty room for requests and shook his head expressionlessly.

The reason why Mike was so calm was entirely because he had seen even worse scumbags. As long as he saw more creatures like humans, his heart would naturally become cold.

But Zhou Hong is different. A scum like Mrs. Kent disgusted him very much and caused him a great psychological impact.

So Zhou Hong would feel unhappy. He went to rescue the sisters not because he wanted to be a savior, but simply wanted to make his thoughts clear.

This also means that in Zhou Hong's subconscious mind, he felt that a villain like Mrs. Kent was not worthy of living a good life, and his mind was still following the idea that good will be rewarded and evil will be rewarded.

But Zhou Hong obviously hasn't understood a truth.

In this world, many times, there are no corpses when repairing bridges and roads, and the real thing is the gold belt for killing and setting fire.

"well!"

Mike on the sofa sighed deeply, then pulled the gold coins hanging around his neck.

Half an hour later, the door of the room for responsiveness was opened again, and Draco looked around and sneaked in.

After entering, Draco was relieved when he saw that Mike was alone in the room. He stood up straight and looked at Mike with a vigilant look on his face and said:

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

"Of course." Mike said calmly, "The plan is about to begin, you know?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and said unhappily:

"Don't worry, I will do it as agreed in advance. Didn't we sign an unbreakable oath? Why do you still distrust me so much?"

"This is not a question of trust or not." Mike shook his head, "You must know that Voldemort is a master of God-taking and meditation, and you have not even learned the most basic brain closure technique. This makes it difficult for me to believe that you can deceive him successfully, so..."

As he said that, Mike slowly stood up.

Draco seemed to have noticed something was wrong. His face changed drastically and took a step back, shouting in horror:

"So what? What do you want to do?"

"To be on the safe side, I want to modify your memory. Don't worry, this doesn't hurt at all."

Draco turned around and ran away after hearing this, but it was too late. Mike had already taken out his wand. At this moment, with a slight wave, a gray beam of light hit the back of Draco's head...

...

The next day, when the sun rose from the thick fog again, Hogwarts became lively.

Today is Christmas holiday, and they are finally able to leave Hogwarts and return home.

Unlike previous years, this year's students seemed particularly anxious. They were waiting in the auditorium and foyer with their luggage, as if they couldn't get out if they were too late.

The places where the crowds gathered were naturally chaotic, and the same was true in the auditorium and the foyer at this time. Everyone's chattering and clamoring almost collapsed the ceiling in the auditorium.

But this is understandable. After all, too many things have happened this semester. Now everyone is anxious to go home and enjoy a quiet vacation, or tell the exciting experiences and stories in the school to their families.

Another reason that makes the students anxious is very simple, that is, Hogwarts canceled the right of students to go to Hogsmeade Village on weekends, which not only made the students tired of being locked up, but also affected many students' plans to purchase Christmas gifts for their classmates' families. You should know that there is no online shopping in the wizard society, at least not now. So among the students gathered in the auditorium, many of them do not plan to go home directly, but will go to Diagon Alley with their parents for large-scale purchases.

Draco is one of these people.

He had already prepared a long list of gifts, which took him a lot of effort because he wanted to show his importance. No gifts from everyone in it could be repeated, otherwise he would be very rude.

Among them, he prepared two snack gift packs for his two followers. This is the tacit understanding between them, every year.

Draco prepared a ruby ​​hairpin for Pansy, which allowed Pansy to tie up a corner of her bangs. Draco always thought Pansy was particularly beautiful in this way.

But when he thought of Pansy, Draco started to have a headache because his mother did not want him to be with Pansy, because the Parkinsons' family had now declined.

Compared to Pansy, his mother would rather marry him and the Greengrass youngest daughter.

The little Greengrass Draco, named Astoria, also knew him. He was a blond girl with blue eyes and very beautiful girl, no worse than Pansy at all. He was a junior girl who was a first-year lower than Draco.

The parents of both sides had already arranged everything. Draco's mother even selected the most expensive necklace from her jewelry box this year as a Christmas gift for Draco to hand it over to each other.

To be honest, Draco is not actually opposed to marrying Astoria. After all, as the heir to the pure blood family, he has long been prepared to sacrifice for political marriage, and Astoria's conditions are not bad.

But for some reason, Draco's heart ached whenever he thought of Pansy's appearance.

After sighing deeply, Draco decided not to think about this for the time being, after all, he still has the task of Lord Voldemort.

This is really a difficult thing. Not to mention how difficult it is to assassinate Dumbledore. Now even assassinating Mike is becoming extremely difficult.

After all, even such an excellent Clark failed, Draco dared not say that he could do better than he could do.

What's more, Mike and the others seem to be alert to themselves.

Thinking of this, Draco's fists suddenly clenched, and the expression on his face began to become a little ferocious.

He still can't forget the humiliation he suffered in that dungeon!

The savage man under Mike and the Gryffindor child unscrupulously captured himself from the Slytherin Lounge in public and brought him into a dungeon, then tortured him day and night, beat him up, humiliated him...

There are many times when Draco even feels that he can't hold on, but just as he is about to give up, Mike comes.

The tall man looked at himself with a pool of mud, and then said disgustedly:

"It's not him, let it go."

So Draco finally regained his freedom.

Draco, who returned to Slytherin, began to brag about his experience of wanting to die than resist Mike. In the story he told, Mike and his lackeys all became incompetent rats, while he himself became a hero against the evil forces!

In this way, Draco's reputation and status in Slytherin were finally preserved.

But the hatred for Mike has been buried in Draco's heart.

Thinking of this, Draco's clenched fist finally let go. He smiled and glanced at the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students in the auditorium, his eyes extremely cold.

Now, his chance to take revenge has come.

During his night trip last night, he found a vanishing cabinet in the room that responded to requests, and that vanishing cabinet was equipped with the vanishing cabinet in Bojinboke's store.

In other words, he could completely rely on the Vanishing Cabinet to put the Death Eaters into Hogwarts!

To be honest, Draco didn't know why he had to travel at night last night, nor how he discovered the secret of the disappearing cabinet. This memory seemed to suddenly appear in his mind.

But none of these matters. The only thing Draco knew was that as long as the day the Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts, he would be able to retaliate against Mike, even Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, the humiliation he had suffered thousands of times!

Every time Draco thought of this, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement. It was so cool!

"Don't squeeze! Get out of here! I'm going to open the door!"

Hagrid's familiar loud voice suddenly remembered, and then his tall body squeezed through the crowd and opened the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

Outside the door, Professor McGonagall was pursing his lips and looking at the crowded students in the foyer with a gloomy expression.

Under Professor McGonagall's death gaze, the originally chaotic student team instantly became neat and quiet. Everyone lined up and slowly walked out of the castle, not even daring to breathe.

Seeing this, Draco also restrained his gaze. He sorted out his big back and pulled his suitcase proudly and lined up behind the long line.

Today, he is going to implement his plan, and he is sure that this will surely be the beginning of a legend!

Thinking of this, Draco raised his head, his expression was extremely confident, and his walking posture became elegant and noble.

At the same time, Mike, Franklin and others were sitting at the long table in the auditorium and silently staring at the situation on Draco.

Seeing Draco's artificial gesture, Franklin couldn't help laughing.

He was also present when he revised Draco's memory last night, and he could say that he could be clear about the incident.

Now Draco looks like this, he really is...

Unlike Franklin, Zhou Hong's expression on his face is not very good at this moment.

He was busy for Mrs. Kent last night and didn't come back until midnight. After he came back, he happened to catch up with Mike to modify Draco's memory and had to go up and help, and worked all night.

He shook his head and said weakly:

"Mike, should we transfer the disappearing cabinet? If Voldemort doesn't act in advance as usual, then Hogwarts..."

Zhou Hong didn't continue to say anything, but Mike understood what he meant.

Mike shook his head. Zhou Hong said something really made sense. Although he had already set a hint of specific action time in Draco's mind, Voldemort might not listen to him.

No, it should be said that Voldemort would definitely not listen. After all, Draco is just a stinky student and is not trustworthy at all.

If nothing unexpected happens, Voldemort should send someone to conduct a first investigation and then continue to act after confirming that the function of the disappearing cabinet is correct.

And until the other party confirms, the disappearing cabinet must not be moved.

"Hogwarts is indeed not suitable for a battlefield, so the disappearing cabinet needs to be removed." Mike said slowly, "but not now. When the time comes, I will ask you to take it away. Let's go back first."
Chapter completed!