Where are Snape and Malfoy? Where can they go? Harry, who had an invisible cloak in the bathroom, ran in the corridor, and the music and conversation still coming from Slughorn's office covered his footsteps. Maybe Snape took Malfoy to his underground office... Maybe he was sending him back to Slytherin's common room... Harry still pressed his ear to a door. When he leaned into the keyhole of the last classroom in the corridor, he felt a sudden ecstasy and he heard the voice.

"...You'd better not act rashly, Draco, know that what you're doing now is not a child's house--"

"Professor Snape, I thought you should be on my side."

Then there was a terrible silence.

Snape spoke again, "Draco, maybe you don't understand what you are doing..."

"I know very well what I'm doing, Professor Snape," said Malfoy. "I think your position is strange."

"What do you mean?"

"Professor, the master you are loyal to is moody. He is already crazy. I think you should also stand on our side as soon as possible."

"Draco, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Professor, Petrite Peter is dead, Kakarov is dead," Malfoy sneered, "The most interesting thing is that although they are in different camps, they are all killed by the same person, the one who has been hiding in the black forest of Albania for more than ten years. It sounds ridiculous, right? Petrite Peter did not die at the hands of his opponent, but died at the hands of the master who thought he was not good at doing things."

Harry Potter listened and took a breath, he didn't know about this.

"Draco, you'll put yourself in a dangerous situation."

"Who cares about a madman, even if he is indeed a wizard with high magic power." Malfoy's voice was filled with a hint of fanaticism. "He was defeated, Professor Snape, he ran away like a deceased dog, he was not invincible!"

"Because it was him who defeated him, Draco." Snape's voice seemed a little impatient. "I say it again, I hope you are more settled in Hogwarts. These things should not be your participation. You are not old yet."

"Don't interfere with me, Professor Snape, although I respect you very much, it doesn't mean you can point fingers at me."

Harry pressed his ears a little tighter.

"So you are hiding from me this semester? Are you afraid that I will interfere? You have to know, Draco, if someone else is changed, I will ask him to come to my office many times but he won't come-"

"Shut down! Report to the principal!" Malfoy sneered, "I heard that Sclinger has a deep prejudice against you. Maybe you should report to Minister Dumbledore?"

After a while of pause, Snape said, "You know very well that I don't want to do these things."

"Then you better stop asking me to your office."

"Listen to me," Snape's voice was pressed too low, and Harry put his ear hard on the keyhole before he could hear it, "I want to help you. Draco-I don't want to see you die. Do you think he would let you go just because you are a child?"

"If you want to help me, come on my side! My father has always wanted you to join us."

"Impossible." Snape flatly refused, "I want you to pull out of this vortex."

"I can't get out, professor," said Malfoy. "It's hard for you to remain neutral between the two Dark Lords, isn't it?"

Harry's mouth was not closed in surprise.

"I feel very sorry for your choice, Professor," said Malfoy. "I don't think we have anything to talk about, goodbye."

Harry was almost unprepared for a second, and he heard Malfoy's footsteps ringing across the door. He quickly flashed to the side, and the door was slammed open, and Malfoy walked towards the other end of the corridor, passed the open door of Slughorn's office, and turned around and disappeared.

Harry was so arrogant that he continued to crouch. Snape slowly walked out of the classroom, his expression unfathomable, and he went back to attend the dance.

Harry squatted under his invisible clothes, his mind spinning rapidly.

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"Two Dark Lords? What does this mean?"

"I thought you would know more, Ron."

"Oh, do you think I'm Jack Silver?" Ron looked helpless. "My mother wouldn't let me participate in the discussion of Order of the Phoenix. I definitely don't know more than you. When George and Fred were there, they often got some information, but now they are busy making money and don't care about the Dark Lord at all. If there are two Dark Lords, they might make their business better."

"I'm not kidding, Ron!"
Chapter completed!