Crying Malfoy

Chapter 775: Crying Malfoy

When McGonagall returned to her office, Silvan had just finished the last sandwich.

"Oh, heavens!"

McGonagall jumped at the person who had suddenly appeared in her office. Only after seeing that it was Silvan did she relax, gently patting her chest.

"I was just wondering where you might be hiding." She entered, closed the door, and sat across from Silvan. "I've been looking for you for half an hour."

"Looking for me?" Silvan looked up. "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing important. I just wanted to know where you planned to stay." McGonagall said. "I went to Hagrid's hut, but the door was locked, and there were no signs of anyone living there."

"Hagrid's hut..." Silvan blinked.

To be honest, it was indeed a decent choice. Though a little crude, it had all the necessary furniture, and he could cook for himself.

If Silvan hadn't had a better option, staying there temporarily would have been fine.

"If you'd like, you can stay in my office. After all, you certainly can't return to the common room now."

McGonagall continued.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, but I have a more suitable place." Silvan smiled. "It was once the classroom of the S.D.A."

"That hidden room?" McGonagall seemed to recall something.

Several years ago, students had secretly formed a club to oppose Umbridge, with the aim of teaching themselves Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She knew about it. She also knew that the club had been founded by Hermione and the then male Head Boy, Cedric Diggory.

It was said that they had found a room that truly existed, yet could neither be seen nor touched, and used it as their classroom. That was why Umbridge had never managed to find them, no matter how hard she searched.

"That's right, the