Parvati's words drew nods of agreement from several Gryffindors.
"Before, everyone thought Allen, who defeated Voldemort, was the Savior." Harry adjusted his glasses, his green eyes turning toward the empty chair at the teachers' table. "And now he really is going to save the world..."
"Are we supposed to just sit here and enjoy the benefits?" Seamus twirled his wand. "I mean, we definitely can't take on the Grim Reaper, but at least we could deal with some skeletons, Dementors, those Undead Creatures."
"An idiot really is an idiot. With that walnut-sized brain of yours, you don't even know the nature of the Underworld. The moment you step inside, you die." Draco's drawn-out, mocking voice rang out from the Slytherin long table behind them. His platinum-blond hair hung loosely over his forehead, and his gray eyes, set in a stern face, held not the slightest trace of a smile. "Of course, Weasley would die differently. You'd blow him up before you even got in..."
"Compared to us wanting to help Allen, what are you doing, Malfoy?" Ron retorted, his flushed face taut. "Just worrying that if something happens to Allen, it'll affect the power of your Malfoy family, aren't you?"
"Hmph! How ridiculous. If I were you lot, I wouldn't even be able to eat. You haven't even found jobs yet, and after graduation you'll only be paupers living off yourselves... and you still think you can help Allen?" Pansy gripped Draco's arm anxiously. "You Gryffindors would be helping as long as you don't make trouble. These things aren't for you to know!"
Pansy knew perfectly well how worried Draco had been ever since he learned Allen intended to go down there. It wasn't just like her father-in-law Lucius, who was worried about everything, but precisely because Draco had a