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In the Leaky Cauldron's rented room, Harry lined up Draco's memory vials. Morning light through grimy windows cast patterns on the glass. Elise sat on the bed, extracting a silvery memory into a fresh vial.

"My last meeting with Draco," she said. "Might help."

Harry nodded, picking up the "Nott meets Norwegian Deputy Minister" vial. "Hermione should be here soon."

As if summoned, knocking came. Hermione entered hurriedly, followed by Ron under the Invisibility Cloak—evading potential tails.

"The Ministry's in chaos," Hermione said immediately. "Nott issued a bulletin warning about 'Imperiused officials'—clearly targeting you, Harry."

Ron emerged, red hair disheveled. "The bastard's watching Grimmauld Place. Good thing we used Extendable Ears."

Harry smirked coldly, holding up a memory vial. "Let's see who should really be worried."

Hermione produced a stone basin—a portable Pensieve. "Thought you'd need this."

They poured the first vial in. Swirling silver formed a blurred scene. Harry took a steadying breath and submerged.

The world spun, then resolved into a lavish office with Norwegian Ministry crests. A bald official sat opposite Theodore Nott, who looked slightly younger.

"...arrangements are made," Nott said smoothly. "Malfoy will be extradited next month for stealing Ministry secrets."

The deputy frowned. "Our investigations show Mr. Malfoy was neutralizing Dark artifacts. Evidence suggests—"

"Evidence can be fabricated," Nott interrupted. "What matters is the Malfoy blood debt. My father's dying wish in Azkaban was seeing Lucius's son pay."

"This sounds personal, Undersecretary."

Nott leaned forward, eyes glinting dangerously. "Malfoy escaped war justice and now interferes with... profitable arrangements. Believe me, his disappearance benefits everyone."

The memory shifted to a dark alley. Nott handed a moneybag to a hooded figure.

"...ensure the Hit Squad are our men," Nott said. "When Potter arrives, eliminate both. Say they killed each other resisting arrest."

The figure chuckled. "Poetic justice—the Chosen One dying with his old nemesis?"

"No," Nott said icily. "Just removing two problems."

Another shift—Draco's safehouse. He was stashing documents when he suddenly looked up, hearing something. His wand was halfway drawn when three dark figures burst in...

Harry wrenched free of the memory, gasping. Hermione and Ron steadied him; Elise looked pale.

"Nott orchestrated this," Harry rasped. "Not just Draco... he wanted me dead too."

Hermione's lips thinned. "We need more evidence to accuse him. Memories can be altered—Nott will claim that."

Harry took Elise's vial. "Let's see this one."

The new memory showed Draco before his cabin, Northern Lights overhead. Elise approached.

"You're certain?" memory-Elise asked. "Contacting Potter is risky."

Draco turned—Harry's chest ached at how weary yet determined he looked. "Nott's net is closing. If I'm gone, only Harry Potter can fight Ministry corruption."

"You trust him? A former enemy?"

Draco gazed at the horizon, smiling slightly. "I never truly saw him as one. Just... took too long to realize."

The memory ended. Harry stood frozen, heart constricted. Draco had known the danger, yet stayed, chose to... trust him.

"Enough," Hermione broke the silence. "These memories plus Draco's files warrant an emergency Wizengamot session."

Ron frowned. "But Nott has allies there—"

"Then we go public," Harry said fiercely. "Before the entire Ministry. No room for Nott to maneuver."

Hermione considered, then nodded. "I'll arrange it. But Harry... Nott won't surrender quietly."

Harry touched the watch—its nebula formed a warning symbol. "I know."