With summer vacation nearing its end, Draco Malfoy, who had once hoped to kill Dumbledore and restore the Malfoy family's glory, had gradually lost his initial confidence.
At that moment, Draco Malfoy sat at his desk with a gloomy expression, reviewing the assassination plans he had painstakingly devised, then using a Quill to cross them out one by one in his notebook.
When his gaze fell on Borgin and Burkes—the Opal Necklace—he frowned slightly.
Buying the Opal Necklace, laden with a terrible curse, from the Borgin and Burkes shop and sending it to Dumbledore was hardly a clever method.
Even an inexperienced Draco knew that. Sneaking the Opal Necklace into Hogwarts alone would not be easy.
Let alone delivering it to Dumbledore and causing his death.
It practically seemed like a joke.
Perhaps this foolish assassination attempt could make Dumbledore lower his guard?
Or expose everything?
In the end, Draco Malfoy did not cross it out. He had no other options; he had to give it a try.
What if it worked?
Draco Malfoy suddenly felt rather stupid again. Was he really betting on Dumbledore being careless? As far as he knew, someone never opened packages sent by strangers, yet he still harboured such fantasies.
At the thought of that Mudblood, Albert Anderson, Malfoy's heart surged with intense hatred. If it had not been for that Mudblood, how could his father have become a despised failure? How could the Malfoy family have fallen so low?
If possible, Draco Malfoy would have preferred to receive the task of killing that Mudblood.
Compared with Dumbledore, Albert Anderson was actually easier to kill.
Because his weakness was obvious.
That was right: his close friends.
As Draco knew, that Mudblood was extremely close to the Weasley Twins. He had even funded their dream of