Still diligent.
He had originally wanted to see what Draco was doing and ask about the Quidditch school team to reward him. But after the recent conversation, the atmosphere here was clearly a bit cold...
He stood up: "Keep up the good work. Remember, don't study too late; you need to rest when you should."
With that, he turned and left.
The study door closed, and Draco took a deep breath, weakly holding his forehead.
His relationship with Potter was indeed not bad, but he knew that what he wanted and what his father wanted were two completely different things.
"Young Master." A trembling voice suddenly appeared beside him.
"Where did you come from?!" Draco looked at the suddenly appearing Dobby with disgust.
Next to Dobby, tea and pastries floated.
"Master instructed me to bring these to you." Dobby quickly lowered his head and said. The tea and pastries floated onto the table.
"I know." Draco waved his hand impatiently.
"Oh, and also," Dobby added.
"Master said not to study too late. Tomorrow, go to the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley to pick out the newest and best broom for you.
He also said that if you want to join the Quidditch team, he can contact Mr. Snape to sponsor the school team."
"No need." Draco replied coldly. His father's words, how were they any different from just now?
He shook his head: "I don't need any sponsorship. I'll try out for the team myself."
"I will convey that for you." Dobby bowed slightly and retreated, then disappeared.
With a thud, Draco's hand clenched into a fist and slammed onto the table, the sound muffled, his face flushed.
"Am I inherently weaker than others?!"
"Do I have to think about currying favor? Do I have to rely on connections?!"
Draco's gaze was fixed on the open book.
"No, I should never be like this!"
...
...
An owl soared across the sky and landed on Privet Drive.
Time quickly moved into August, and Nagini's Curse removal work was still ongoing.
The Maledictus was, after all, a Curse, not some powerful, mutated magic. Even if her snake form looked powerful, from Howl and Dumbledore's perspective, it could only be described as surprisingly weak.
They had to be cautious, taking one step at a time.
She couldn't withstand a knife from the soul level.
It would probably take until next year to completely remove this Curse.
Aberforth had already taken her away. In the future, they would continue her treatment in Hogsmeade.
The old man wanted to show her, in the room above the bar, the longing and regret Aurelius had left for her.
Dumbledore had previously gone to the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately, he was also "powerless" against Umbridge's Curse.
At most, he helped her lift the verbal Curse, allowing her to speak normally and restoring much of her human reason, so she no longer just croaked.
He also extracted those memories about Howl.
One could only say that Dumbledore gave her the chance to speak. As for whether she could use that toad-like mouth to find true love... he wished her success.
The rooms in Moonlight Fortress had already been reverted. Now the living room had returned to its previous appearance.
"Uncle Howl, the Hogwarts letter has arrived." Harry picked up the letter and said, "And one is from the Ministry of Magic!"
"For me?" Howl took the letter Harry handed him and glanced at the sender—Rufus Scrimgeour.
Scrimgeour wasn't an old hand like Borgin; he was an Auror and also a politician.
So these days, he would frequently send letters, briefly describing his recent investigation progress on those Wizarding families to Howl.
At the same time, he subtly tried to gather information.
After reading it, Howl threw the letter into the fireplace. As usual, he had no intention of replying.
After stretching, Howl went to the main door, twisted the handle, and the pointer above the door rotated.
When he opened the door again, he was already in Hogsmeade.
Arriving at the Castle, he walked directly to the third floor, into the office.
Sindel's portrait greeted him.
"Long time no see." Howl smiled back: "How do you like this angle?"
"I love it, thank you." Sindel smiled: "This angle is perfect; the sky and the earth are clearly visible."
Her portrait frame now faced the largest window in the office, allowing her to see the outside's spring, summer, autumn, winter, sunrises, and sunsets through the window.
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