the corridor Heilem gestured for him to follow and moved straight ahead.
Draco followed him, not really knowing what had happened. He was worried about what was just happening because it didn't look too good. He was afraid of whether he had sometimes strained the professors' patience and they would want to remove him from the Academy for his absences. He couldn't imagine what he could do in such a situation. He had always thought that once he finished school he would be able to leave and find a job somewhere away from the prejudices prevalent in Dagos and live as a merchant or enlist in some army or maybe become a mercenary. For all this, however, he had to finish the Academy. Walking through the empty corridors, he didn't know what awaited him and plunged into increasingly gloomy thoughts. He didn't even notice that they had reached the headmaster's office.
He stopped abruptly seeing two guards in the colours of the Dragon Council in front of the entrance watching him curiously. They didn't seem unfriendly, but they kept their hands on their sword heads the whole time. Draco wasn't even scared anymore, now he went pale with fright because it was certain that if it was about expulsion from the Academy he wouldn't meet armed soldiers in here. Suddenly, he remembered what had happened that day in the narrow, deserted alleyway of the harbour at Verde and he felt feeble. If something had happened to the man there that might have been the reason for this turn of events.
Heilem opened the door and stepped inside, then looked expectantly at Draco, who had not moved from his spot. Urged on by the rector, he no longer had a choice and walked in behind him with a frozen heart.
The room was large and the windows overlooked the training arenas. The only furniture in the office was a large desk, a leather armchair and two high chairs. Apart from that, there was no furniture, only portraits of the school's most distinguished headmasters hung on the walls.
Draco shuddered involuntarily as
