Chapter 650 Listening to the Prefect Tell a Story

After the sorting ceremony was over, the sumptuous welcome dinner began.

Because of the arrival of another group of freshmen, the long tables of each college seemed to be more lively than usual, even those Slytherins who were always prudish were no exception.

And now that the ceremony has gone through all the procedures, those wizards affiliated with the International Federation of Wizards who came from afar naturally don't have to wait in the side hall. Maca led those people in, and invited them to sit down at the newly added round table without introducing them to the students.

Needless to say, these wizards of course came to conduct another discussion on the alchemy competition. According to the original plan, this world-class competition will be held at Hogwarts in a while. As long as the preparations are sufficient, it will definitely be an unprecedented feast of alchemy.

However, the event may be exciting, but most of the pre-match preparations are boring. Instead of going to their table and listening to some boring social talk, it's better to focus on the young wizards.

In fact, right now, in the middle of the Slytherin table, there is just an inconspicuous crush scene going on.

At the beginning of school this time, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key manner! It's just that he missed a lot of classes and failed to take the .Ls exam. In this school year, he can only stay in the fifth grade to make up for another year.

As for the so-called "secret love", of course it refers to Miss Pansy Parkinson who is often by Malfoy's side.

"Oh...Draco, I know you must be very disappointed. But it doesn't matter, everyone knows that with your intelligence, it is completely possible to go directly to the sixth grade..." Pansy carefully sat on Malfoy's right hand, He didn't even glance at the delicious food on the table, but tried every means to comfort the other party, "I mean it, Draco! In my... in our minds, you will always be the most... well, the most awesome!"

Her words were obviously too much against her will, so that when she said it herself, she subconsciously glanced in Maka's direction with a guilty conscience.

But Malfoy didn't have any feelings for her at all, and he wasn't listening carefully at the moment. He just ate the food on the plate bite by bite, without saying anything, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It's worth noting that now his two big, silly henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, are no longer spinning around on his ass. Because even with the IQ of those two idiots, they understand the importance of being a human being with their tails between their legs.

After all, their fathers were both loyal Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. And now, those two big fools of the older generation were all captured and sent to Azkaban during the last battle where the Order of the Phoenix raided the Death Eaters' lair.

In the welcome dinner with constant laughter,

Malfoy silently ate the food on his plate, then put down the knife and fork and left the auditorium early.

The weather has been pretty good recently, with sunny days and breezy nights, but Malfoy walked in the hallway as if he was in the cold winter. There was infinite hesitation and depression hidden in his heart, tormenting him every minute and every second.

Yes, in the end Snape checked him out and gave him a special potion for suppressing dreams while sleeping. Although the potion was expensive and had to be taken regularly and regularly every day, the effect was really good. At least he didn't have any nightmares after that.

It's a pity that he didn't realize until the few days when school was about to start that he might not be able to escape.

Although the nightmare did not reappear, an emotion clearly climbed into his mind. He could even feel that it was some kind of desire that pointed directly to his heart—a kind of desire for power, power, and admiration from others.

More importantly, that kind of greed is increasing with the passage of time, and it is affecting him step by step. But he himself is still aware of this subtle change, but he still can't resist the strange power that grows in sync with his desire.

He knew that he might be able to use that dark energy now, but he never dared to use it even once. He worried that once he used it, he would never be himself again.

Before he knew it, Malfoy suddenly realized that he had arrived at the top of the Astronomy Tower in a trance. This is the highest place in Hogwarts castle, standing by the railing, the night wind at high altitude was surprisingly strong, blowing his robe fluttering in waves.

Looking around, there are shadows in the distance, full of continuous mountains that are engulfed in the night. Looking up, the whole piece of stars shone with a different kind of brilliance, as if they could be touched by reaching out.

This was a beautiful scene, but in the eyes of Malfoy at this moment, it seemed so manic and disturbing.

"hiss……"

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then punched the carved stone railing. The pain in his hand distracted him to some extent, but it was only enough for his tired heart to relax a little bit.

"Power... ridiculous power..." Malfoy leaned on the railing with his elbows, lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, "Even if I can have this power, can I still beat McLean? Stronger than Voldemort— —”

That's what he said, but isn't he the one who has fantasies from the beginning to the end? Otherwise, ask Maca to bow his head and explain. With Maca's ability, maybe this trouble has gone away long ago.

"boom!"

He slammed against the railing again, accompanied by a purposefully suppressed roar, the unwillingness hidden in that low growl was obvious.

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"...Well, this is our Hufflepuff common room, where you can do your homework, read books, chat, eat snacks, play wizard war chess, etc... Whatever you want to do, come here It can’t be wrong. Yes, I still remember that our Professor McLean created the wizard war chess here—here, it’s on the table by the window!”

The dinner was over, and the prefect led the freshmen of their respective colleges back to the common room as usual, and introduced them how to enter and exit in the future. Right now, Ens, who had been assigned to Hufflepuff College, was looking around the round room, hearing the senior's fragmentary explanations.

In Hufflepuff, the most worth telling to new students is naturally the glorious history of Maca. Just imagine, what could be more topical than a former classmate who is now a world-class celebrity?

"Oh... Are you talking about that exceptionally young gentleman? Is he really our professor?" After hearing the senior mention Maca, a small girl asked immediately.

"Yes, that's right!"

The senior is actually Maca's former roommate Ernie. Since he became a prefect last year, he has become a bit more of a leader. The thing that makes him most proud now is of course Maca, his good friend. He is full of pride when talking about it with his juniors.

"He teaches ancient magic literature..." Ernie said cheerfully, "Do you know? Last year, we took an important exam in this class. We reviewed it for a long time, and it was still very difficult! But guess what? What's the matter? All the buddies who chose to study magic literature have passed the test of good or above, and most of them are excellent!"

Speaking of this, he looked around exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "... You know, in Maca... Oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a very good relationship with him... ...I mean, before Professor McLean was in charge of magic literature, not only were few people taking this course... Even if they took it, no more than half of the people passed it!"

"Oh! That sounds amazing..." The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Of course he is amazing!" Ernie said excitedly, "Perhaps many of you have heard of it, but I can still tell you the most real side from the perspective of a person who has personally experienced it—do you know the Dark Lord?"

"I know!" Few children from wizarding families don't know this, not to mention the turmoil a while ago, even if they were young, they had already heard it from their elders, "It's Voldemort! Listen to my uncle , but no one dared to mention his name before!"

"No, not only that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord is not just referring to a person... Yes, there are many people who know Voldemort now, but many older people still remember that before Voldemort There is the first generation of the Dark Lord! Back then..."

His sentence "I miss the past" is equivalent to holding a personal speech meeting. Not only did he make up the materials he found into stories for the freshmen, but he also forcibly made some things that did not belong to Greenwald at all. The "dark history" of the "Dark History" came out, but it made these little guys feel horrified.

In the end, he deliberately paused, and did not continue to speak until everyone's appetite was whetted.

"...Think about it, what will happen if the two generations of Dark Lords get together?" Ernie said, slamming the table, scaring the freshmen, "Does it need to be said? That is death! It is destruction! It is ruins and blood everywhere!"

"That's really scary..." He swallowed his saliva at this point, creating a subtle sense of tension, "But no one expected that when Maca alone protected the teachers and students of the school and returned to the castle, , he actually just stayed outside by himself!"

"and after?"

The questioning voice was much calmer than the previous few freshmen, but the tone was still raised a lot because of the desire to know - it was Ens who turned around and spoke.

"Later?" Ernie grinned, "When the gate of the castle was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found Maca lying at the door. Except for his pale face, even the wizard's robe was intact. And that The two powerful Dark Lords have all fallen down in the snow without breathing!"