Silvan's Repayment

It really was Malfoy.

Another book flew at him. Silvan nimbly leaped aside and watched A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration smash into the door behind him.

"Get out!" Malfoy pointed at the doorway and growled furiously.

"I really just wanted to comfort you—"

"Get out!" Malfoy said again.

As though she had suffered an immense grievance, Moaning Myrtle began wailing as well. Covering her face, she passed through the ceiling and vanished.

The bathroom immediately became much quieter.

Draco Malfoy stood with his back to the door, one hand braced against the sink. His pale blond head hung low as he muttered to himself.

"He'll kill me—he always keeps his word—he definitely will—no one can help me—"

"Not necessarily."

"Who?!"

Malfoy jolted and hurriedly spun around, pulling out his wand.

But the next second, his wand flew from his hand, spinning into someone else's grasp.

"Silvan Ollivander!"

Malfoy stared at the newcomer, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"You, how dare you—"

"You mean, how dare I return to Hogwarts at a time like this, right?" Silvan smiled, waving the wand in his hand.

"I naturally have my reasons for coming back, Malfoy. That isn't something you need to worry about. You only need to count yourself lucky."

"Lucky?" Malfoy leaned against the sink, watching Silvan standing in the doorway with suspicion and confusion.

"That's right." Silvan smiled. "Before Voldemort decides to kill every Malfoy, I can find a way for your family to survive. Isn't that something to be grateful for?"

"Nonsense!" Malfoy erupted at once, roaring hysterically, "I'm the one who failed to complete the Dark Lord's task. It has nothing to do with my father! The Dark Lord trusts my father. He would never kill him!"

"No, no, no." Silvan shook a finger. "You have it