Harry lowered his wand, then his expression turned a little odd.
From Draco's memories, he had obtained almost all the information.
At first, Draco had wanted to use all sorts of underhanded methods against Dumbledore. That Dragon Blood Wine, for example, had actually been prepared for Dumbledore.
As he envisioned it, Dumbledore would visit during one of Slughorn's drinks parties.
Dragon Blood Wine was extremely precious. Slughorn would not bring it out under ordinary circumstances, and even if he did, he would not necessarily use the equally precious ice-mist snakegrass. Thus, nothing would go wrong.
Dumbledore was undoubtedly the person in the entire castle most likely to make Slughorn bring out the Dragon Blood Wine and serve him a cocktail made with the most lavish recipe.
But clearly, this method had not worked.
Over the past half of the school year, Dumbledore had been busy with who knew what. He was often absent from the castle even at breakfast and lunch, let alone attending dinner parties or balls.
However, Slughorn had grown increasingly close to Flitwick over drinks, and at that gathering, he had finally served the finest Dragon Blood cocktails, successfully laying both himself and Flitwick out.
But clearly, halfway through implementing this plan, Draco-or Voldemort behind him-had decided it was too inefficient and unreliable, and so had begun plan two.
Plan two was less sophisticated and far more blunt: invade Hogwarts and cause an enormous uproar to damage Dumbledore's reputation.
Yes, even when considering an invasion of Hogwarts, neither Voldemort nor the other Death Eaters thought they could easily do anything to Dumbledore.
What they wanted more was to strike a blow against Dumbledore.
By killing a few students at school, for instance.
Outsiders could no longer enter Hogwarts. Anyone wanting to enter had to undergo layers of