Remember [New] in a second! Harry followed Tom's gaze and saw a school girl who looked a little weird. She was eccentric, not because she had unkempt, waist-length, dirty blond hair, but because there was a palpable madness in her air. For some reason, she had her own wand stuck behind her ear, and she wore very odd jewelry: a necklace of butterbeer corks and a strangely shaped earring that looked like two little orange radishes.

Even in the wizarding world, this is a very different kind of clothing. But considering the "artists" he met in London, Luna's outfit seemed understandable. If those who engage in art don’t wear fancy dresses, is that still art?

Harry hadn't read The Quibbler, so he found a reasonable explanation for Luna's outfit.

It doesn't matter if it's art or not, the important thing is that she knows how to run a newspaper. At this moment, Harry was full of energy, wishing he could print and publish the Hogwarts school newspaper the next day.

Luna sensed the gaze and turned to see Tom and Harry looking at her. So she smiled back at them both, and Harry waved back.

"It looks like the two of you should be able to get along very well." Tom patted Harry on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look.

"Yeah." Harry nodded in satisfaction, he was looking forward to the newspaper he was about to start more and more.

After lunch, while the students were leaving, Harry hurried to Luna's side, and then he realized, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him to strike up a conversation so rashly?

But it was too late, Luna heard his footsteps, she stopped, staring at Harry's face with curious eyes.

"What's the matter?" Luna's voice was a little erratic, like a whisper in a dream.

"Uh..." At this moment, Harry didn't care too much, he could only bite the bullet and ask, "I heard that your family runs a magazine, so do you know how to get a newspaper? "

"Of course." Luna would only talk to people on topics she was interested in, and the Quibbler founded by her father was one of the topics she was interested in.

"I often help my dad sort out manuscripts at home, and sometimes I have to help him print..." When talking about these specific operations, Luna's tone became firmer, as if waking up from a dream.

Hearing Luna say this, Harry was overjoyed: "Listen, I want to start a newspaper—the Hogwarts school newspaper. You see, we don't have our own newspaper, do we?"

Judging from Luna's expression, she is more interested in the topic at hand.

At this time, an uninvited guest joined the discussion between the two.

"What are you talking about?"

Harry turned his head to look, and a big aquiline nose and two thick black eyebrows appeared in his sight. Harry was stunned: why did Krum come to talk to them? He is not familiar with him!

Then something even more surprising happened: Luna took up the conversation and chatted with Krum.

"Great idea." Krum praised Harry's idea: "Durmstrang doesn't have a school newspaper either... If you get it right here, we can follow suit."

Luna laughed happily: "The key is to find a suitable writer and a printing place—"

Harry, who was a little nervous just now, suddenly gained confidence. He felt sure that he could persuade Dumbledore to give him a small room for the printing room of the school newspaper. Copywriters were a problem, though, and Harry felt he wasn't good at writing.

The strange combination of Harry, Luna, and Krum just left the auditorium while talking together, regardless of the strange eyes cast by others.

…

"Yordell, please wait!"

As Tom was walking up the stairs, he heard his name being called. He turned his head and found that the person who stopped him this time was very special, a little unexpected.

It was Malfoy who stopped Tom. Today he got rid of his two followers and found a place with few people to stop Tom.

Seeing Malfoy's haggard appearance, Tom understood his reason for coming after a little thought.

"Can I find a quiet place to chat?"

"Okay." Tom agreed to Malfoy's request, and led him into the nearby History of Magic classroom. It's the end of lunch, and no one is here to interrupt their conversation.

Looking at Hermione who came in with them, Malfoy pursed his lips.

"Can you..."

"No." Tom interrupted Malfoy with a smile. Tom knew what he wanted to say before he had finished speaking—he wanted to get Hermione out.

"Either let her listen here, or we don't have to talk about it." The status of Malfoy and his son is not even as high as Hermione's high-heeled shoe with Tom, so Tom's attitude is self-evident.

Malfoy was silent for a brief moment, then showed a flexible moral line, and he accepted Tom's terms.

The three of them sat down together and listened to Malfoy talk about their reasons for coming.

After hearing Malfoy's statement, Tom had a strange expression on his face: "From what you said, your father seems to have really mixed up with Death Eaters."

"We were forced - that person came to the door, and we couldn't refuse." Malfoy looked aggrieved.

He didn't like Voldemort very much. In his view, Voldemort was one of the culprits who destroyed his happy life. Before Voldemort's resurrection, Draco Malfoy was undoubtedly living the life of a winner. He only needs to bring his two younger brothers to run rampant in school every day, have endless pocket money, an old man who supports him unconditionally, and a mother who loves him. Thanks to his father, Professor Snape, the dean of Slytherin, also took good care of him.

Such days are happier than the Minister of Magic.

But after Voldemort made a comeback ~lightnovelpub.net~ his quality of life fell off a cliff. His family's estate was taken and turned into the headquarters of the Death Eaters. My father, inexplicably, became someone else's servant. Every day he had to humble himself, living like a house elf, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly in his own home.

Draco Malfoy hated such a day.

"A lot of times it's not about the heart..." Tom's words made Malfoy's heart sink to the bottom.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have pinned his hopes on yordle, Malfoy thought. He had hoped that Tom could help him set up a line with Dumbledore, convey his situation and his surrender, and save his father from the Ministry of Magic.

But now it seems that Yoddle just wants to humiliate himself.

Then there is only one answer!

"...But it's not impossible to do special things."

Tom's next half sentence rekindled hope for the soon-to-be blackened Malfoy.

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