lord of destiny

Chapter 166 Christmas

"Hermione, I know about this."

Fang Mu thought about his words.

"Okay, Hermione, you go check the information about Nico Flamel first, and take care of Harry by the way, so he doesn't get into anything. Then I'll have people here investigate at the same time. If there's any information, We communicate at any time."

"Okay, I see."

Hermione nodded.

The two discussed some more details and then separated.

time flies.

blink of an eye.

Christmas is coming.

Looking down from the common room window in Ravenclaw Tower.

Hogwarts was already covered in a vast expanse of white snow, and the large lake further away was also covered with a layer of hard ice.

"Time flies so fast."

Fang Mu sighed.

Before you know it, a semester has passed.

At this time, he was wearing only a thin shirt and was sitting on an armchair.

Although it was bitingly cold outside, there was a blazing fire in the common room, making it extremely warm.

"Boss, don't you go back for Christmas?"

Terry said.

He was wearing a thick down jacket and had a backpack on his back.

The arrival of Christmas not only marks the end of the first semester, but also a small ten-day holiday.

The vast majority of students at Hogwarts will choose to go home for Christmas.

The meaning of Christmas to Westerners is equivalent to the Spring Festival in the East.

They all hope that they can spend this festival with their families.

"No, I'm Chinese, and we don't celebrate Christmas there."

Fang Mu shook his head.

"So that's the case, Boss, then I... have left?"

"Come on, come on, don't be an eyesore in front of me!"

Terry smiled, turned and left.

The common room was quiet again.

There were originally a lot of people here, but with the Christmas holiday, there are basically not many people to see.

Fang Mu put down the magic book in his hand and looked at the white snow outside the window.

"Christmas...hehe, of course we have to stay at Hogwarts on this kind of day!"

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In the study room of an English-style castle.

"Is that all the information you know?"

Lucius frowned slightly.

"About that Fangmu, I already know that. If my father still wants to know, I can look it up again, but it will take some time."

Draco said happily.

His father asked Fang Mu if he was going to teach him a lesson?
Very good!
"Okay, that's it."

Lucius spoke.

"You go out first."

Ah?

Draco froze for a moment.

Is that ok?
Don't need to know more?

He walked out a little confused.

Halfway through.

"Don't get close to that square tree in the future, and don't do anything bad, do you understand?"

Lucius said again suddenly.

"Why? Father!"

Draco turned around for a moment and asked.

He was deeply sad and indignant, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"No reason! You just do it!"

"But······"

"No but! Don't you even listen to me now?"

Facing Lucius's stern eyes, Draco lowered his head.

"I see, father."

He thought his father would vent his anger on him, but he didn't expect it would be like this!
"Fang Mu!"

Draco clenched his fists.

In the end, he relaxed again.

Without his father's backing, would he dare to trouble Fang Mu?
He dare not!
"Forget it, I'd better not mess with that pervert."

Just because of the courage mentioned by his father, it disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The shadow Fang Mu left on him was too deep!
"I'll just bully and bully Harry in the future."

Draco said in his mind.

Harry: ? ? ?
Click!

The door of the study was closed.

Draco had left.

Lucius was the only one left in the study.

"Hasn't Christmas left Hogwarts?"

After listening to Draco's information about Fang Mu, Lucius didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

The most powerful freshman in Hogwarts in a century!
He originally thought that this was just an exaggeration by the Daily Prophet. They had done this many times for the sake of sales and certain purposes.

Regarding the Daily Prophet's remarks, Lucius had to carefully consider every punctuation mark before deciding whether to believe it or not.

Add to that Harry Potter's presence at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's relationship with Minister of Magic Fudge...
Lucius always thought that this was a smoke bomb deliberately thrown by Dumbledore in order to divert some people's attention from Harry.

But I didn't expect that all of this was actually true!
Not only did the prophet's forecast not exaggerate at all, but it was too small!
Fang Mu should not just be the strongest freshman in Hogwarts in a century, but the strongest genius in Hogwarts in a century!
Curse Genius, Potion Genius, Flying Genius...

Especially hearing Draco say that.

Fang Mu really mastered the NEWT level magic spell Shenfeng Wuyingshi.

In order to maintain the majesty of his father, Lucius couldn't help showing a look of shock on his tense face.

"Is there really such a genius in the world?"

It's not like he hasn't seen genius.

Snape, who was almost at the same time as him, was a famous genius.

In first grade, he mastered as many spells as a seventh grader.

And the master he served, Voldemort.

That is also a famous genius!

But these two geniuses, compared with Fang Muyi, are not at the same level at all!

"No wonder that person wanted to kill him!"

Lucius' eyes flickered.

He touched the Death Eater mark on his body, his face uncertain.

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"Master, that kid didn't leave Hogwarts for Christmas, Lucius' plan failed."

Professor Quirrell said gloomily.

"Failure? What about the follow-up plan?"

"Lucius didn't mention..."

"Didn't mention it? Hahaha! It seems that I haven't shown up for a long time, and a lowly servant dares to ignore my order! Good! Very good! Very good!"

The sharp voice resounded in the secret room, which made people shudder.

"Master, calm down!"

Professor Quirrell immediately knelt down in fear.

"Quack quack! Calm down? Do you want to intercede for him?"

"Master, your humble servant definitely didn't mean that!"

Professor Quirrell was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.

"I mean... ah! Master, please forgive me! Master!"

A burst of soul-tearing pain made Professor Quirrell almost roll on the ground in pain.

After a while.

The pain gradually disappeared.

Professor Quirrell was sweating profusely, kneeling on the ground with a pale face, not daring to say a word.

His body was shaking continuously, and his eyes were full of fear.

(End of this chapter)