I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"That Mudblood went to find the Malfoy boy?" Umbridge said in disbelief as she looked at little Aiken in front of her.

It was a tawdry and uncomfortable room, everything covered with lace dropcloths and tablecloths, and several vases filled with dried flowers, each on its own little cushion. Hanging on one wall is a collection of decorative plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck.

The disgust in little Aiken's eyes flashed, and then he put on a smile: "Yes, madam, I personally saw Wallop and Malfoy coming out of the same classroom one after another, and Wallop looked very guarded. He didn’t want to be seen.”

Umbridge walked back and forth in the office where she was extremely satisfied, frowning and said: "Why did Malfoy get together with that mudblood?"

"Ma'am, this is obviously one of Wallop's ways to fight us." Little Aiken said.

"Him? What a joke, how can a Mudblood order Slater?" Umbridge said.

"Madam, please allow me to remind you," little Aiken straightened his collar, "On the surface, Wallop is a student at Hogwarts, but in fact, he was taught by Grindelwald himself. people."

The name Grindelwald made Umbridge snort coldly: "What about Grindelwald? Aren't you wanted by the Ministry of Magic in various countries and don't dare to show up?"

Rather than a powerful enemy, it's more painful to work with an arrogant idiot who won't learn a lesson...

Little Aiken controlled his facial expression very well: "Madam, our plan is to intensify the conflict between the mudbloods and the purebloods, and Slytherin is obviously a very good sword. Wallop would not have thought of this. For one thing, the boy he contacted the Malfoy family must be trying to sabotage our plan."

Umbridge wondered: "What can he do?"

"Given our status and advantage, he can do not much, but not much," said little Aiken. "Madam, please think about it, what is the biggest obstacle we will encounter in the implementation of our plan?"

Umbridge was obviously not good at thinking. She held it in for a while before saying: "Those unruly students, will they violate the rules we set? But, as you said, Mudblood and Conflict between pure bloods is natural, why should Wallop eliminate it?"

"Of course he can't eliminate it, but the contradiction can be transferred." Little Aiken explained.

"Then what should we do?" Umbridge gave up thinking completely.

Little Aiken smiled: "Don't worry, madam, I'm ready."

"Very well, Fabian, it is indeed right to leave it to you. Go ahead, you can act in my name in this Hogwarts." Umbridge said directly.

"Thanks for your trust."

After leaving the greasy and vulgar office, disgust and disdain flashed in little Aiken's eyes.

Idiot...has the British Ministry of Magic fallen to this?

However, sometimes an idiot boss is not a bad thing.

Wallop, let me see how you respond? Little Aiken's eyes were cold.

At this time, a small conflict was going on in the gloomy Slytherin common room in the Black Lake.

"Crabbe, pay attention to your tone towards seniors." Osman said darkly.

Because of Umbridge's unfair treatment, Osman only had to clean the bathroom in the Slytherin lounge. The workload was very small, but it always had to be cleaned.

Osman casually dragged the mop on the ground a few times and was ready to finish, but Crabbe, a big fool, came in with wet boots.

This made Osman very angry. What made him even more angry was that under his own scolding, this stupid man dared to talk back.

Crabbe snorted and laughed, and then said bitterly: "This is what you should do in the first place. Can't others come in after you clean up?"

Osman's eyes immediately darkened: "Do you need me to teach you what politeness is, boy?"

The quarrel between the two attracted the attention of many people, but they just lazily leaned against the wall of the corridor and watched the show.

This is probably a characteristic of Slytherin. If one of the two people quarreling does not belong to the snake house, then they will immediately form a group to help their own person.

But if both of them are from the Snake House, then just let them be - Slytherin admires the strong more.

When the two were in a stalemate, Malfoy led a large group of people over.

Osman turned his head and saw Malfoy. Ever since he sponsored each member of the Slytherin Quidditch team a Nimbus 2001 last year, the entire team has followed his lead.

Knowing that Crabbe was Malfoy's younger brother, Osman had no choice but to snort and turn around and leave. He didn't want to conflict with so many people.

However, Malfoy held him back.

"Hey, Osman."

Osman turned his head and forced a smile: "Good evening."

The Malfoy family has a great business and is quite famous in the academy because of its money making ability. This is not someone he wants to provoke head-on.

To his surprise, Malfoy actually called Crabbe over again.

"Vincent (Crabbe's name), come here, don't be stupid and apologize to Osman."

Crabbe reluctantly moved his chubby body and apologized to Osman under Malfoy's stern gaze.

"Crabbe is just more straightforward, Osman, don't argue with him." Although his tone was still as arrogant as ever, Malfoy's attitude could still be called friendly.

This made Osman a little surprised, but since the other party gave him face first, he naturally wanted to return the favor.

"Of course, I won't take it seriously, Draco." He called Malfoy's name.

"That's good. At this time, we Slytherins should be more united, right?" Malfoy said.

"you're right."

After a few words of flattery to each other, Malfoy leaned closer to Osman and whispered: "Man, do you know what is the most important thing now?"

"What?"

Malfoy showed a greedy smile: "Remember what Umbridge said? She will select members from among the students to form a special operations investigation team... This is a good opportunity for us Slytherins to gain more rights. ah……"

"Then what's the use of looking for me..." Osman stopped himself mid-sentence. He thought of the key point.

Malfoy continued for him: "Hey, man, we all know that she will give priority to you as a team member... She wants to win the hearts of us Slytherins to help her deal with those disobedient Mudbloods. "

Of course, as a typical person, he was probably the first to be selected... Thinking of this, Osman, who had not really received the privilege, sounded a lot more arrogant.

"Who knows, but it is indeed possible."

Malfoy smiled: "When the time comes, I hope you can do me a favor, just mention my name casually..."

Osman sneered in his heart, knowing that Malfoy would not let go of his airs for no reason. Sure enough, he had already planned to seek privileges.

But he still had a troubled expression on his face: "Draco, there's nothing clear about this matter yet, and even if I am chosen, I'm afraid..."

Malfoy raised his head proudly: "You will graduate in more than two years. At that time, I will ask my father to help you write a letter of recommendation to the ministry - no matter what position you seek."

Osman's eyes lit up, the Malfoy family's promise was still very important.

He immediately laughed: "Leave it to me."

"Then I'll wait for your news."

After all this was done, Malfoy directed Crabbe again: "Clean up the water stains you left."

"Hey, Draco..." Crabbe looked at Malfoy reluctantly.

But under Malfoy's gaze, Crabbe went to get the mop obediently, and gave Osman a vicious look before leaving.

Osman sneered in his heart, this is not me secretly complaining, but your boss wants to win my heart.

But...he secretly glanced at Malfoy.

Malfoy's small group was actually a very good choice. As far as he knew, Crabbe and Goyle's fathers' status in the ministry had improved because they had climbed into Malfoy's lap.

If I could gain Malfoy's trust...

Thinking of this, Osman sneered in his heart. It's not impossible to replace Crabbe with that stupid guy...

At night, Osman was about to fall asleep. When he put his hand into the quilt, he suddenly touched something wet and sticky.

He screamed and opened the quilt, and there was a bloody dead mouse in the center of the sheets!

"Who did this?!" Osman, who has a slight mysophobia, felt like he was going crazy.

But even though half of the lounge was woken up, the culprit was not found in the end.

Osman ended up washing his hands ten times and spending the night huddled on the couch in front of the campfire.

The next day, when he stood up exhausted, he discovered that his hair had been turned pure green by magic hair dye at some point.

"Who did this?!"

The Slytherin students who gathered around all showed mocking smiles. Osman glanced at everyone with wide eyes, and then discovered that Crabbe, who had been following Malfoy, did not appear.

After a while, Crabbe dozed off and walked out. He saw Osman and glared at him viciously.

Bastard...Osman really wanted to go over and question him directly, but Crabbe stuck to Malfoy as soon as he came.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

I need evidence. As long as I have evidence, I can kick that stupid big guy Crabbe away and take his place...

Osman thought.

Life at Hogwarts continues under Umbridge's high-pressure management.

After class in the afternoon, Malfoy found Sean again.

"I followed the method you gave me, and now Osman has begun to doubt Crabbe."

Sean snapped his fingers: "Very good, Draco, remember, as long as Osman has no evidence, you still have to speak for Crabbe, but gradually, you have to show your distrust, of course, only in person. Performance against Osman."

Malfoy nodded, and then asked: "What should I do other times?"

Sean smiled mysteriously: "Play to your strengths."

"Strengths?"

"Tell a story."

"Huh?" Malfoy looked confused.

Sean leaned over and whispered: "You need to build up a reputation. So, some stories containing secrets that ordinary people cannot know can not only increase your sense of mystery, but also increase your reputation... Come over and tell you. A little secret."

Malfoy leaned forward curiously, and his eyes widened after a moment.

His expression kept changing, sometimes surprised, sometimes excited, as if he had heard many big secrets.

After a moment, Sean patted him on the shoulder: "Process it. Anyway, you should have been to some mysterious castle or other places. First attract people's attention through these stories. When the time is right, I will give you some more." With a little help, you can then start to select members and build a team. Think about it, my friend, how powerful your team will be with the entire Slytherin House?"

Malfoy breathed heavily, and there was a flush on his face, as if he had seen a wonderful future.

That night, Malfoy was surrounded by everyone in the Slytherin common room.

He just told a story about how he encountered a xxxxx dangerous magical animal, the cat leopard, in the Appalachian Mountains. At the end of the story, he used a spell arranged in advance to awaken himself who was hypnotized by the cat leopard, and finally escaped in a thrilling way. .

Some people didn't quite believe it: "Draco, are you bragging? A magical animal with a xxxxx dangerous degree is something that would require dozens or even hundreds of adult wizards to deal with. And I was listening to ska in class." Professor Mander said that cats and leopards are now very rare, and you can see them once you go on a trip?"

Draco looked disgusted: "Believe it or not, at least I have seen such a magical creature with my own eyes. This is an experience that I can remember for the rest of my life, but you will never see it."

Another student spoke up and said, "My hometown is in North America, and the scene Draco described is indeed unique to the Appalachian Mountains."

This student was indeed not a native of England. With his words, the scene described by Malfoy gained some credibility.

When Malfoy saw more and more people gathered around him, he decided to unleash the killer weapon Sean had given him.

"Huh, what's the matter with Cat and Leopard? I also know Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

"You're right, Draco, the Chamber of Secrets has been sealed by Dumbledore a long time ago. No one except him has ever seen the Chamber of Secrets." Someone immediately retorted.

Malfoy didn't even look at the other party, he snorted coldly: "Do you think the Malfoy family's heritage for so many years doesn't exist?"

The other students looked at each other in confusion. Malfoy's words were true. His family was indeed very powerful.

"Then when the basilisk escaped from the Chamber of Secrets last year, why didn't you report the location of the Chamber of Secrets to the professors?" someone asked.

"Idiot, the basilisk was placed in the secret room by Slytherin. He certainly has his own intentions. How could I possibly interfere with him?"

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