Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 167 Voldemort with Many Question Marks
"So you are now the captain of the England Quidditch team!"

In the Slytherin common room, Draco's face was complicated, and even his voice couldn't help trembling.

After speaking, he felt a little regretful, and quickly glanced around, only to find that no one was paying attention to their side, so he was relieved and turned his gaze back to the face of the person opposite.

He seemed to be looking for something in that indifferent expression.

But unfortunately, Young Master Malfoy is doomed to be disappointed.

Because Klein still looks normal, there is no emotion in those blue eyes

"Ah."

He nodded slightly, and turned the "Advanced Potion Decryption" in his hand to a new page without even raising his head.

"Whoo~"

Receiving an affirmative answer, Draco twitched the corners of his mouth and turned to look at the giant snake statue in the lounge.

Let's talk about jealousy, and it is indeed jealousy, but more, I still admire it.

After spells and potions, will Quidditch be conquered by Klein?
The young master put his hands behind his head, and his thoughts drifted far away for a while.

"Don't spread this news for the time being, and discuss it after it is published in the newspaper. Because of my age, it is not easy to go through the procedures there. In other words, I am only the captain in name now, and I usually don't participate in it." The training kind.

I'm a student, so I still have to focus on my studies. "

There are priorities and times in doing things, and the pursuit of knowledge always comes first. Klein arranges his time clearly.

When he wasn't having potions tutoring and "mutual aid" activities, he could go to the Quidditch headquarters in England and relax.

Learning, life and entertainment without delay, it is perfect~
"It's really hard being friends with you."

Draco sighed.

Although he was only in the second grade, he was no longer a child from a pure-blooded family.He knew that someone like Klein who was brilliant in school would definitely become a big shot when he stepped out of school.

The young master who claims to be Klein's number one friend is under a lot of pressure.

Honestly, he already feels like he doesn't have as much hair volume as he used to (last year).

"Then work harder, work harder."

Klein didn't comfort Draco, but just patted Draco on the shoulder.Then he once again immersed himself in the "Advanced Potion Decryption" borrowed from the library.

After more than a year of supplementing knowledge of potions, he already had a clue about "the tenth use of goat's liver fruit".

Solve one of the "99 Great Potion Puzzles"?

I'm really excited when I think about it~
"Click, click, click."

With a tired face, Moody returned to the office with a large stack of parchment.

He first breathed out, took out the small flagon in his arms and took a sip.After feeling his body warm up, "Mad-Eye" wiped his mouth in satisfaction, spread out the parchment, and started a new investigation.

RAB
This mysterious man is going to drive him crazy!
However, the investigation during this time has not been fruitless.

On the premise of boldly proving and fully collecting evidence, his magic eye has locked on a person, and he is 90.00% sure that "RAB" is him
Regulus Attalos Black.

That Death Eater of the Black family!
Then the problem is coming.

Why would a Death Eater steal Lord Voldemort's Horcrux?

Moody was puzzled by this.

"It seems that it is necessary to find someone."

Tapping lightly on the table with his fingers, Moody's magic eyes rolled around and he muttered to himself.

A relationship spectrum with slightly messy handwriting was spread out in front of him.

On the extended arrow of Regulus Attalos Black, there is a circled name.

Sirius Black.

Ministry of Magic Prison, Azkaban.

"Report to Chief Christopher, the patrol and rounds are over, and there is no abnormality in each cell"

The jailers were dressed in smart attire. Under the watchful eyes of the chief jailer, Christopher, they saluted, and then stood quietly where they were, waiting for the lecture.

"Ah, very good."

Christopher smiled, waved his wand, and immediately the wine and meat that had been prepared appeared on the table.

"Relax, boys, we're done for the day."

"Haha!" "Thank you, Chief." "It's over, you can rest!"

It can be seen that Christopher, the chief jailer who has only been in office for a few months, has a high prestige among the jailers, and the relationship with his subordinates is also quite good.

The jailers who had endured the dementors all day rushed to the table cheering, first thanked the chief for his generosity, and then began to eat and drink unceremoniously.

Christopher just laughed, like a friendly uncle next door.

After staying for a while, he found an excuse to leave the table, and walked slowly in the cold prison corridor alone with a dim lantern.

The dementors wandering back and forth saw him, and drifted away quietly as if there was no such person.Christopher didn't mind either, just like walking in the back garden of his own house, he would stop in front of certain cells from time to time, chat for a few words, and then move on.

Walk all the way, talk all the way.

He stopped at least fifteen cells.

"Tap, tap, tap."

In the middle of the night, the sound of the leather shoes hitting the ground was so obvious. Voldemort listened to the sound from far to near, and a strange color flashed in his big round eyes.

That man, Christopher, was back to his shady plot.

Yes, he knew the chief jailer's secret.

As an expert in conspiracies, he didn't think that a jailer always stayed away from drinking and smoking in the warm office in the middle of the night because of his cleanliness.

Frequent contact with prisoners in custody, what is Christopher going to do?
Hehe
The water in the Ministry of Magic is also very deep.

Voldemort smiled darkly, and began to wonder if he could use Christopher's hand to accomplish some of his goals.

For example, jailbreak~
"Tap, tap, tap."

I'm coming!
While Voldemort was thinking about it, Christopher walked outside Voldemort's prison door.

However, the chief jailer seemed to have no intention of stopping.

Voldemort was in a hurry, turned over and came to the door, squeezed out a dry smile through the iron bars, rubbed his hands and greeted the person outside.

"Hello."

Christopher didn't expect that there would be prisoners who would take the initiative to greet him.After being stunned for a second, he turned his head, looked at the half-human tall monster, and blinked.

"Are you Gollum?"

As the head of the prison guard, it is natural to be familiar with the information on prisoners.

It is difficult for Christopher to remember a prisoner with such characteristics as "Gulu".

"I swear to you, uncle!"

Voldemort would have liked to have spat in that disgusting face if he could.

"Yes, I am"

A man can bend and stretch, and the momentary humiliation is nothing. Voldemort gritted his teeth and was about to follow what the other person said, but he met Christopher's cold eyes.

"What do you want to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Are you courting death?"

Voldemort froze.

This.
Why is it different from what you expected?
(End of this chapter)