Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 Waiting

"dong dong dong,"

A polite knock on the door interrupted Draco's thoughts. Without thinking much, Draco casually closed the notebook that was open in front of him and opened another large book in front of him.

Draco moved very quickly, as if he had practiced many times, so much so that when Pansy came in, all she saw was Draco looking down at his book.

Hearing the door open, Draco looked up, his tone light and cheerful, "Pansy? What brings you here? Is something wrong outside?"

Upon hearing the question, Pansy didn't delay and hurriedly replied, "Weasley and Longbottom from Gryffindor, and Lovegood from Ravenclaw, they were just trying to steal the Gryffindor sword from Professor Snape's office when Professor Snape caught them red-handed."

It took Draco a few seconds to extract the key information from the conversation: "Hufflepuff wasn't there, was he?"

"no!"

Hearing this answer, Draco slowly relaxed. As long as Hufflepuff wasn't involved, things would be easier. At least they wouldn't have to think about how to save her life from Professor Snape.

"What happened to the three who stole the sword? Are they still alive?"

“They were lucky; at least they didn’t run into those two… professors on the spot,” Pansy said, frowning slightly, clearly unwilling to even mention their names.

"But when I just arrived, I heard that those two went to see Professor Snape..."

"Should we—"

“No need,” Draco refused decisively. He knew very well that Snape would spare the lives of those three brats, and the punishment would at most be some suffering, nothing more.

"Keep a close eye on that Hufflepuff, make sure... nothing happens to her."

Draco carefully considered his attitude towards Daisy. There was no other way; Gella had left them this clue before she left, and whatever her purpose was, they had to protect Daisy now.

Pansy was clearly aware of Daisy's situation, and without the slightest hesitation on her face, she nodded and left.

It seems they should continue to investigate the follow-up.

The room fell silent again, and Draco was finally able to calm down and think about what Gryffindor was up to this time.

Without a doubt, they didn't steal the sword just for fun, and Draco couldn't find any other reason besides Potter to make them take such a big risk.

I heard that Porter and the others are still missing?

They're quite capable; they managed to run for so long even under such a thorough search by the Death Eaters.

But how did they manage to contact Longbottom and his men?

Telepathy?

Or did Granger leave Longbottom and his men some little gadget to pass messages before he left?

While Draco pondered their means of communication, Zabini and the others were busy relaying messages from Hogwarts to Thea and Gellar.

In a way, Zabini was glad he was a Slytherin. At least when it came to the Slytherin Medal, the two madmen, the Carol siblings, maintained a sliver of rationality to some extent. In addition, considering that they had left their mark on Voldemort, the Carol siblings were able to show some tolerance towards them.

Who knows, they might become colleagues someday?

Thus, in this suffocating campus, Zabini and others could be considered among the freest people besides the professors.

But back to the main point, what benefits can the Carlo siblings' tolerance bring?

It can give them opportunities to develop their own manpower, unite people's hearts, gather information, and even... protect the weak.

After once again managing to swindle the Carlo siblings who were planning to use this as an excuse, Daphne breathed a long sigh of relief.

After practicing her verbal skills for a while, Daphne felt that she had successfully transformed herself!

In terms of emergency response, reaction speed, and especially communication skills, Daphne believes that if there were an exam, she would definitely be among the top students!

After all, not everyone can communicate fluently with non-biological groups!

Zabini found it amusing. After waving away the two pitiful children who had just fallen on hard times, he chuckled, "It seems Miss Greengrass will soon be promoted to the new patron saint of Hogwarts students..."

"It's not that bad, it's not that bad,"

Daphne waved her hand in refusal. She knew exactly what she had done; at most, she had helped a few unlucky souls avoid a few more days of solitary confinement. She didn't deserve the title of guardian angel.

"By the way, has there been any news from over there?"

Even though she knew the chances of receiving a letter from the other side were extremely slim, Daphne still made it a habit to ask every day, hoping that maybe one would arrive today.

But Zabini still didn't bring Daphne good news. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "No news. I guess it's still the same as before, unchanged."

"Keep it as it is—"

Daphne gazed at the scenery outside the window and murmured, "I wonder how much longer we have to wait... We've waited too long..."

Since Thea left, they have all been hoping for the other's return. But as time goes by, that hope has gradually diminished until now: if the other can give them a goal, they will do everything in their power to achieve it.

Instead of doing aimless things day after day, mechanically saving people, and spreading messages that no one knows if anyone will see, as is the case now.

"It won't be long."

Under the sunlight, Zabini spoke with a resounding voice; his keen sense of smell had already detected some kind of omen, and he was just waiting for the right opportunity.

"I hope so."

Daphne clearly took this as a consolation and casually echoed it.