Chapter 1076 I Must Help!

One hundred and thirty-three, it is obviously not that Hermione just talked about it casually, and Draco dared to sign a contract magic with her directly.

Violating contract magic is terrible, even more terrifying than violating a contract, it will kill people!

Hermione can come up with these one hundred and thirty-three items extremely quickly, but Draco needs a long time to think about every detail.

But it's all going in a better direction, isn't it?

Hermione didn't know what Draco saw in her, but she knew that she needed the support of an old pure-blood family like Malfoy.

She has learned about the history of the pure-blood family, yes, she has read all the information about the pure-blood family in the school library - this may be her future obstacle and object of resistance, how could she not study it.

According to all the information she knew, the Malfoy family was undoubtedly extremely enlightened, and they were willing to exchange benefits.

But other pure-blood families are different, even if the family is full of gentle Weasleys, they all seem to follow the traditions of these ancient pure-blood families.

Political resources are provided to one's own family members. If foreigners want to obtain them, they need a political marriage.

This is a subconscious behavior that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has even penetrated into the bones, and it doesn't matter what kind of people they are.

In this way, although the contract magic was not signed immediately on the spot, the two had initially entered the state of the covenant.

In fact, Hermione doesn't believe in contract magic at all. This kind of thing is best for playing with words, and it's easy to bypass.

Unless it is the Ministry of Magic's extremely strict and complex terms at a glance, but no one is willing to sign such terms.

She just wanted to make a statement, on the surface she was not free to manipulate.

Draco was willing to carefully consider the terms she proposed, and she had already confirmed the sincerity of the other party.

But, she wouldn't say that this was just a "checkmate" technique of wizard chess learned from Ron, and she just let Draco worry about it.

Signing contract magic is more or less useful.

When he walked out of the Malfoy family's library, Draco temporarily gave up thinking about those terms, and seriously told Hermione all the precautions, taboos, and possible directions for this opportunity.

"The freedom of the house elves, this is a topic that can be touched casually. In fact, many people in the pure-blood family are disgusted with such enslavement."

Draco explained softly, "We need house elves as a symbol of glory, but we also have to let these little things run around the house, you don't know, servants are too easy to find, you even only need to pay the least Worthy Galleons. There's no need for house-elves to be so troublesome."

"Let them rule our diets, keep all our magic potions, and know all our secrets, and all because we must trust our loyal minions."

"But do they really have out-and-out loyalty? Pure-blood families will never forget those histories."

"Some people will object, and some people don't object but are held up by this situation. There are not many people who really want to enslave house elves..."

Hermione sneered, "Your Malfoy family is one of them."

Draco didn't deny it, but just shrugged his shoulders, "So I know the inside story best. Believe me, 'House-elf freedom' seems to be hated by many people, but it doesn't touch too many interests at all, especially It is suitable for people like you who have no foundation to use it."

"Really?" Hermione glanced at Draco with a half-smile, but didn't say anything.

"Believe it or not!" Draco rolled his eyes, "You are smarter than anyone, I know, you can find a way to do it yourself. Anyway, it's just one thing, you'd better propose a A topic worth discussing."

"Next, I will help you build momentum, and you will get more opportunities."

Just as the two were talking, a hurried figure rushed in, looking around.

"Crabbe, what's wrong with you?" Draco looked at him suspiciously.

Crabbe looked terrified, and finally found Draco, he seemed relieved, and walked over quickly, "It's no good, what Anton asked me to do is about to be exposed!"

Draco froze for a moment, looked up and down Crabbe suspiciously, and chuckled, "Can Anton like you, an idiot? Tell you to do something? Merlin's beard, this is simply the funniest joke this year. "

It's just that Crabbe's anxious face doesn't look like he's lying.

Hermione quickly interrupted Draco's rant, and stared at Crabbe seriously, "What's going on? What's going to be exposed? What did Anton ask you to do!"

Crabbe opened his mouth to speak, but quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.

"Say!" Hermione glared at him sharply.

"I can't say it!" Crabbe looked anxious.

"I think I agree with what Draco said. It is impossible for Anton to arrange for you to do anything. He has plenty of people he can use." Hermione spoke extremely fast, her voice was crisp and clear, and she seemed particularly powerful, "His men Even Minister Fudge!"

"That's right, I don't believe it." Draco grinned.

"Why not! Anton also fell in love with Goyle, asked him to do things for him, and let him join the hut, why can't I!" Crabbe was anxious, "Some things only I can do, such as setting fire The building of the Magic Council..."

Halfway through his speech, he was horrified to realize what he had said, and quickly covered his mouth.

"!!!" Draco and Hermione looked at each other in surprise.

They obviously thought of it very quickly, Anton used the Fiendfire of the headquarters building of the Magic Congress to create a space shuttle between the Earth and the Moon.

Unexpectedly, the inside story turned out to be this.

Hermione felt disillusioned, as if she had suddenly discovered that Dumbledore wasn't purely great, "Anton...Merlin's beard, did he really ask you to do something like this?"

Crabbe just covered his mouth and shook his head.

Draco exhaled forcefully, pulled out his wand from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and looked at Crabbe seriously, "Come on, I'll help you solve it."

Goyle and Crabbe have always relied on Malfoy, and Malfoy has always been willing to stand up for Goyle and Crabbe.

"Wait!" Hermione stopped Draco and stared at Crabbe, "I have a question, why did you come to Draco instead of Anton? Don't tell me you are afraid of being scolded , you should often be scolded for your stupidity, are you used to being scolded?"

This sentence is simply humiliating.

But in such a tense situation, Hermione couldn't take care of the other person's feelings, and just stared closely at every expression of Crabbe.

She quietly put her hand behind her back, waved her wand lightly, and secretly released the spell of identifying lies.

It was an interesting little magic she saw in the restricted area when she was helping Harry find the 'Magic of Hate', called 'Shame of Insincere', which would make the other party's emotions break down when he lied.

As for why he was put in the restricted area, it was because of this terrible emotional breakdown, which would even cause the other party to do all irrational behaviors, which was extremely dangerous. It is dangerous to both the caster and the cursed.

Crabbe glanced nervously at Hermione, then at Draco.

Draco just nodded slightly, "That's obviously answerable, Crabbe, tell me!"

Crabbe grabbed his fingers hard, pinching them white with nervousness, "I hope Anton will give me a chance, he will ask me to do this, he said, if I can't do it well , you have to take care of everything yourself.”

Draco sighed, and patted Crabbe on the shoulder with something hurtful, "Yes, we are all looking for opportunities, and it's not your fault."

"Come on, take me there, I'll help you out."

"Great!" Crabbe excitedly pulled Draco towards the outside, holding his wand vigorously, waiting for the public knight bus to appear.

Behind her, Hermione frowned and looked at Draco, "Maybe you should tell Anton, he's not someone who doesn't know how to help, you might mess everything up, I always think things are not easy."

Can it be simple?

Look at the last thing Anton asked Crabbe to do, it was burning down the headquarters building of the Dark Lord Voldemort!

"Boom~"

The public knight bus squeezed out of the air and bounced straight in front of several people, "Hi, dear members, where are you going?"

Crabbe rushed straight into the car anxiously, knocking down even the emaciated conductor.

Draco looked back at Hermione, shook his head with a smile, "Sometimes there is no right or wrong, only a position. My position is that I am Anton's friend, and Crabbe is also my friend, an unwavering friend, I must help them with their affairs!"

With that said, he also got into the magic car.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and finally clenched her wand firmly, and rushed up the moment the magic car was about to close, looking at Draco and Crabbe seriously, "I must follow, stop what you might do Stupid thing!"

Crabbe grabbed Draco's arm nervously, with a face of refusal, "I can't let her follow, she will tell Anton, I...I..."

Draco suddenly became serious, "Miss Granger, maybe you..."

"I won't tell!" Hermione pushed the two of them away, walked to the front bunk of the magic car and sat down, raised her head high and gestured to Crabbe, "Tell the conductor where you are going!"

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