"That Mudblood went to find the Malfoy boy?" Umbridge looked at little Aiken in front of him, and said in disbelief.

It was a vulgar and uncomfortable room, with lace throws and tablecloths covering everything, and several vases of dried flowers, each on a separate cushion. On one wall hangs a decorative set of plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

The disgust in Little Aiken's eyes flashed, and then he put on a smile again: "Yes, ma'am, I saw Wallep and Malfoy come out of the same classroom one after another with my own eyes, and Wallep looked very guarded, He didn't want to be seen by others."

Umbridge walked back and forth in her own very satisfied office, frowning and said, "How did Malfoy get mixed up with that mudblood?"

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

"Him? Joke, how could a Mudblood order Slater?" said Umbridge.

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

The name Grindelwald made Umbridge snort coldly: "So what about Grindelwald? Isn't he wanted by the Ministry of Magic of various countries and dare not show up?"

Working with a pompous idiot who won't learn is the real pain in the **** compared to a powerful enemy...

Little Aiken controlled his facial expression very well: "Ma'am, our plan is to intensify the conflict between mudbloods and pure blood, and Slytherin is obviously a very good sword. Wallep would not have thought of this For one thing, the kid he contacted the Malfoys must be trying to sabotage our plans."

Umbridge wondered, "What can he do?"

"Given our status advantages, there are not many things he can do, but there are also many things," Aiken said. "Madam, please think about it. What is the biggest obstacle that we will encounter in the implementation of our plan?"

Umbridge was obviously not good at thinking. She held back for a while before she said, "The group of students who have no rules, they will obey the rules we made? But, as you said, Mudbloods and The contradictions between pure bloods are natural, why should Wallop eliminate them?"

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

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

Little Aiken smiled: "Please rest assured, madam, I'm ready."

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

"Thanks for your trust."

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

Fools... Has the British Ministry of Magic come down to this?

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

Wallop, let me see how you react? 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 of voice to the senior." Osman said grimly.

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

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

This made Osman very angry, and what made him even more angry was that under his own reprimand, this stupid big man dared to talk back.

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

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

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

This is probably the characteristic of Slytherin. If one of the two people who are arguing does not belong to the Snake Court, then they will immediately form a group to help their own people.

But if both of them belong to the Snake Court, then let them go—Slytherin worships 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. Since the other party sponsored the Slytherin Quidditch team with a Nimbus 2001 for each member last year, the whole team has followed him.

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

Malfoy, however, held him back.

"Hey Osman."

Osman turned his head away, he forced a smile: "Good evening."

The Malfoy family had a great career, and because of their financial ability, they were also quite prestigious in the academy. This was not someone he wanted to provoke directly.

To his surprise, Malfoy called Crabbe over again.

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

Reluctantly, Crabbe shifted his plump body and apologized to Osman under Malfoy's stern gaze.

"Crabbe is just straight-minded, Osman, don't argue with him." Although the tone was still as arrogant as ever, Malfoy's attitude was still friendly.

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

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

"That's good, at this time, we Slytherins should be more united, shouldn't we?" Malfoy said.

"you're right."

After flattering each other a few words, Malfoy approached Osman again and whispered, "Dude, 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 ..."

"Then what's the use of looking for me..." Halfway through the speech, Osman stopped himself, and he thought of the key point.

Malfoy helped him and continued: "Hey, buddy, we all know that she will definitely choose you as a team member first... She wants to buy the hearts of our Slytherins to help her deal with those disobedient mudbloods."

Of course, as a typical person, I might be the first to be selected... Thinking of this, Osman, who has not really obtained the privilege, has a lot of arrogance in his tone.

"Who knows, but it is indeed possible."

Malfoy smiled: "At that time, I hope you can do me a favor, just mention my name inadvertently..."

With a sneer in his heart, Osman knew that Malfoy would not put down 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 is no clue about this matter, and even if I am selected, I'm afraid I will..."

Malfoy raised his head proudly: "You will be graduating 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 are seeking."

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

He laughed immediately: "Leave it to me."

"Then wait for your news."

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

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

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, I didn't sue secretly, but your boss wanted to buy my heart.

But... he sneaked a glance at Malfoy.

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

If I can gain Malfoy's trust...

Thinking of this, Osman sneered in his heart, and it's not impossible to replace that stupid big guy like Crabbe...

At night, Osman was about to fall asleep, but when he reached into the quilt, he suddenly touched something wet and sticky.

He opened the quilt with a scream, and there was a **** dead mouse in the center of the sheet!

"Who did it?!" Osman, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, felt that he was going crazy.

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

Osman washed his hands ten times for the last time, and spent the night curled up on the sofa in front of the campfire.

The next day, when he got up with a tired body, he found that his hair had been turned pure green by the magic hair dye at some point.

"Who did it?!"

The Slytherin students who came around showed mocking smiles, and Osman stared at everyone, and then found that Crabbe, who had been following Malfoy, did not show up.

After a while, Crabbe dozed off and came out. He saw Osman and gave him another stern look.

Asshole... Osman really wanted to go and question him directly, but Crabbe stuck to Malfoy when he came.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger abruptly.

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

Osman thought.

Life at Hogwarts still went on under Umbridge's high-handed management.

After class in the afternoon, Malfoy found Sean again.

"I did it according to the method you gave, and now Osman has begun to suspect Crabbe."

Sean snapped his fingers: "Very well, 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, you can only do so in person. Performance against Ottoman."

Malfoy nodded, and then asked, "Then what am I going to do at other times?"

Sean smiled mysteriously: "Use your strengths."

"Strengths?"

"Tell a story."

"Huh?" Malfoy looked confused.

Sean leaned over and said in a low voice: "You need to build up your reputation. Then, some stories containing secrets that ordinary people cannot know can not only increase your sense of mystery, but also increase your reputation...Come here and tell you a little Little secret."

Malfoy leaned over curiously, his eyes widened after a moment.

His expression kept changing, from time to time he was surprised and excited, as if he had heard many big secrets.

After a while, Sean patted him on the shoulder: "Process it, anyway, you should have been to some mysterious castle or something, first use these stories to attract people's attention, and when the time is right, I will give you some more." A little help, and then, you can start screening members to build a team. Think, my friend, how powerful your team must be from a whole Slytherin house?"

Malfoy gasped, his face flushed, as if he had seen a wonderful future.

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

He just told a story about encountering xxxxx dangerous magical animal cat leopard in the Appalachian Mountains. At the end of the story, he awakened himself hypnotized by the cat leopard with a pre-arranged spell, and escaped in a narrow escape .

Some people didn't quite believe it: "Draco, are you bragging, a xxxxx dangerous magical animal, it's something that can only be dealt with by dozens or even hundreds of adult wizards, and I listened to Scar in class Professor Mander said that cats and leopards are very rare now, you can see them once when you travel?"

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 all my life, but you will never see it."

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

This student is indeed not a native of England. With what he said, the scene described by Malfoy is more believable~lightnovelpub.net~ Seeing more and more people around, Malfoy decided to release Xiao En gave himself a big killer.

"Hmph, what are cats and leopards? I also know about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

"Come on, Draco, the Chamber of Secrets has long been sealed by Dumbledore, and no one has ever seen the Chamber of Secrets except him." Someone retorted immediately.

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

The other students looked at each other in blank dismay, Malfoy's words were true, his family was indeed very powerful.

"Then last year when the basilisk came out of the secret room, why didn't you report the location of the secret room to the professors?" someone asked.

"Idiot, Slytherin put the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. He naturally has his own intentions. How could I interfere with him?"

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