Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 213-1 Going to the Wizengamot

This continued until the night of August 11. I had heard from my father that the next day would be the day of Harry's hearing.

As he didn't want to worry Harry too soon, he didn't relay the news until that evening.

"Harry?"

After making sure you get a positive response, speak softly.

"There's something I want to tell you about tomorrow. Relax and listen to me carefully, okay?"

Draco paused for a moment, waiting for a signal of affirmation from Twelve.

After hearing a slight sound and a wisp of white smoke, Draco gritted his teeth and spoke softly.

“Remember to leave early tomorrow and get to the Ministry of Magic early.

Never trust the notifications you receive before.

They may hold a formal trial, or they may change the time and place at short notice.”

He paused and frowned in worry about the silence on the invisible balcony.

"But don't worry, just explain it well and everything will be fine, okay? And remember to warn Dumbledore about this, too, if you can."

Draco spoke in a very low voice, close to the border opening of No. 13, but received no response for a long time.

Unable to help but call Harry again anxiously, he finally received the secret signal from next door.

Draco bit his lip and began to blame himself in his heart.

Would it be too late to tell Harry, causing him to suffer an unnecessary shock?

While blaming myself like this, I put my hands on the railing without caring about anything else.

He stood up and whispered to the balcony next door.

"Meet me in front of the fountain in the Ministry's lounge at seven tomorrow morning."

Then he rushed downstairs, walked into the living room, and came to his father.

-

"You want to go to the Ministry of Magic too?" Lucius looked at his daughter in surprise.

Draco was sitting coquettishly on the armrest of the sofa.

"Didn't Dad say he could take me to see the minister?"

"I will indeed meet with him, after Potter's trial—" Lucius began hesitantly.

He had more or less guessed his daughter's intentions, but facing the willfulness written all over Draco's face, he, who always doted on his daughter, knew that he absolutely could not bear to refuse.

Especially at this moment, his wife was looking at him with a smile and expectation.

"Just take Draco with you. Maybe let her go on her own. You can reunite after the trial, before you meet the Minister."

"Narcissa..."

Lucius looked at his beloved wife with some weariness.

There was a gleam of shrewdness in Narcissa's eyes, and Draco was nodding continuously.

"Take me with you, Dad. I also want to see how Dad works in the Ministry of Magic recently."

Draco tilted his head and looked at Lucius's wavering expression, feeling a little guilty about what he was about to say.

"My dad always took me there when I was little."

"If you're worried, then I'll come along. It's been a while since our family visited the Ministry together."

Narcissa also put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and joined in with a smile.

Looking at the two most important women in his life, and their eyes that were obviously calculating, yet endearing.

Lucius wiped his face helplessly and nodded.

"Great!"

"Thank you, Dad!"

Then Narcissa stood up and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Mother will get you a cloak."

It seemed that he already knew his daughter's intention.

Draco's delicate face was slightly shy.

"thanks Mom."

Lucius heard the conversation between mother and daughter and coughed several times in a row, almost collapsing.

"Why did you let Draco wear a cloak?"

"We can't let your daughter be recognized. Otherwise, there will be rumors that the Malfoys will go to the Minister to spread it."

Narcissa smiled at her daughter, then winked playfully at her husband.

It was as if they were back in school, when they were still dating.

"Besides, it's not very gentlemanly to try to pry into a woman's secrets, Lucius."

After Narcissa and Draco left the living room, Lucius sighed helplessly.

-

In the center of the entrance lounge of the Ministry of Magic, there is a huge fountain, which symbolizes peace and prosperity.

The perfectly round pool, with a diameter of about two to three hundred feet, looked like a small lake floating in the center of the Ministry of Magic.

Rising from the center of the lake is a wizard statue about five people tall.

The wizard had a stern look on his face, and leaning next to him was a beautiful witch.

The two held their wands high, pointing toward the sky. Behind the two statues were sculptures of centaurs, goblins, and house elves.

The shape is much simpler in comparison, except for the lifelike expression of worship.

The statue made of pure gold flickered, and as the fountain water gushed out from the top of the magic wand, neon lights flashed in the flowing water, reflecting the glowing donation coins in the pool.

The sign next to the fountain reads:

All proceeds from the Enchanted Fountain will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the treatment of magical illnesses and injuries.

It's still early.

At this moment, in the lounge of the Ministry of Magic, it was a quiet place where those who had been working overtime had already left, but those who were going to work on time had not yet entered.

Draco hid his head in his cloak and sat quietly by the fountain.

She still didn't understand why the Ministry's lounge had no identity security measures like invisibility cloaks or Polyjuice Potion.

If Pansy knew about this, she would definitely look down on me again.

Of course, this could also be because Draco was visiting with his father.

Father and mother had gone to the special office that Fudge had arranged for father.

Draco only found out today that Fudge used his power as Minister of Magic to give his father the title of Security Coordination Advisor for the British Wizarding World.

Allowing fathers to enter and exit without having to go through the necessary security gates.

Although this brought a lot of convenience to the family, it also made Draco frown.

Under the leadership of such a Ministry of Magic, it may only be a matter of time before the Dark Lord completely controls the British wizarding world.

Thinking of Voldemort, the worry that had been weighing on her mind for the entire summer vacation came back to her.

Even I can't help but feel deeply annoyed. How long will this kind of thought and struggle last?