Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

In the dark secret room, green ripples reflected on Brian's pale skin, as if it were covered with fine meridians.

He lowered his eyes quietly and looked at the ever-changing castle model.

"Forbidden Forest..." Brian muttered to himself, seeing the boundary of the model. It only contains a part of the Forbidden Forest, and the further distance is not shown.

"It seems that Tom is also guarding against it." Brian chuckled.

"Why, was that little guy's Horcrux escaped?" Slytherin's portrait crossed his hands on his chest and said hoarsely and playfully.

"That's right." Brian smiled slightly.

"Interesting." The portrait said leisurely, "Maybe I can watch a wonderful show."

Brian shook his head and said, "Wonderful? Maybe not that wonderful."

"What happened to 'Death'?"

"Ever since the school gave us this gadget," Brian took out the brass coin, "there have been no soul-leaving incidents. I have confirmed that this amulet has only a very weak effect, which is to make people fall into coma. Able to remain conscious for a short period of time when stimulated."

"So, the call of 'death' should be very weak, and it is likely that it can only target unconscious people or weak people." Brian pondered, "That's why this seemingly useless amulet can prevent the soul from leaving."

"Then do you know how to find it?"

"Not sure yet." Brian shook his head slightly, "I just have a guess as to why they were selected. But if that guess is right, maybe I really have to take a closer look at it."

"It is not a wise move to put yourself in a situation that you may not be able to solve." The portrait said hoarsely.

"Yes, but that is beyond my imagination." Brian pursed his lips and said, "If I don't go and take a look, maybe I will regret it in the future."

"Then when do you plan to go?"

"At least until the current problem is solved." Brian looked thoughtfully at the castle model on the round platform, "I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone outside."

"Playing with fire and burning yourself, Brian." The portrait said quietly.

"Yes, everyone knows that, but some people can't help but play with fire." Brian said softly, "Because the excitement and joy of that moment, as well as the sense of accomplishment after success, make people deeply attracted by it. Addicted..."

"You know what? I find that sometimes I pursue this feeling, especially when I think the ending will not be so bad." Brian analyzed calmly, "This is a big shortcoming that I need to overcome. ."

"There is a fire in your heart, Brian. Learn to control it, otherwise it will just burn you and everything around you to ashes." The portrait of Slytherin said in a sighing tone.

"Who knows?" Brian slightly fiddled with the hair on his forehead and responded softly.

He glanced at the basilisk walking around the edge of the room and left here calmly.

…

A Quidditch match in March took place on time, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

Gilderoy Lockhart originally wanted to volunteer to be the commentator for the game, but Professor McGonagall made a mockery of him, saying that he was so promising that he came here to compete with the children for the limelight. Lockhart left angrily.

Gryffindor won the match narrowly, drawing boos from the Slytherin wizards. You know, they are missing an excellent team member, and the twin brothers who work well together are one of their trump cards.

However, Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch first when the score was at a disadvantage and successfully turned the tide, attracting countless cheers. As the attack passed, the young wizards gradually dropped their suspicions about him.

Draco, who was sitting on the sidelines and watching the game, was very unhappy. He complained in a long tone that the Hufflepuff team was just idiots.

"But no matter what, we still hope to win this year's Quidditch Cup, as long as we accumulate enough points in the next games!" Captain Flint cheered the players loudly, with a fierce expression on his face.

Brian followed the crowd back to the common room, taking stock of his testimony.

Because of his influence, the game was not canceled, but it also failed to provide him with a witness point.

He had a total of 0.2 witness points in his previous two Quidditch matches, including one between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Obviously Draco worked hard after a defeat and performed much better. He successfully caught the Golden Snitch in that game and allowed the Slytherin team to win the game with an advantage.

However, that night, panic broke out in the school hospital.

While attending to the sleeping students, Madam Pomfrey discovered that Fred Weasley, who had been lying there quietly, was missing.

She thought Fred woke up and left the campus hospital on his own, but after notifying the professors and searching, she could not find him anywhere in the castle.

This made Professor McGonagall very anxious.

"He just woke up from a coma, he couldn't have gone anywhere." Madam Pomfrey looked worried.

"No, we can't confirm that he woke up yet." Dumbledore rushed over. He checked the surroundings with a magic spell and shook his head.

"Let me do it. No one is better at finding someone than me!" Lockhart promised, slapping his chest. "Obviously this bad boy is playing hide and seek with us. Leave it to me!"

"Okay, you're responsible for getting Weasley back." Snape said mockingly, "I guess, how about tomorrow? Then you can finally show off your talents."

Lockhart stammered a little: "Oh, of course, I... I am the best at this... When I prepare everything... I mean, I need some time, this is not something that can be solved overnight... …”

He said and left in a hurry, his back looking a little embarrassed.

Dumbledore stared at Lockhart's back for a long time, and then said slowly: "No matter what, let the students know. If anyone finds any trace of Fred, they must inform us immediately..."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class the next day, Lockhart proudly announced that he would do his best to find the missing person, and bowed to everyone in a flashy manner.

He also prepared several bundles of colorful pheasant feather-like amulets, claiming that they could protect the little wizards from evil.

A group of little witches surrounded him with bright eyes, chattering in the hope of getting a feather. Lockhart smiled very proudly, his teeth dazzlingly white.

Draco sat aside, his eyes seemed to be looking at an unknown object.

"I can't believe what it will look like when everyone has a pheasant feather in their head," he said in disgust.

"But Blaise should have something in common with him, right?" Brian looked at Blaise and said.

"Don't falsely accuse me, you're slandering me!" Blais hugged his shoulders proudly and said, "I don't even bother to associate with such people."

"But, he is really similar to you, in some ways..." Draco's face fell, remembering that nightmarish Valentine's Day in February.

That day, Lockhart prepared twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces. They had golden wings and carried harps on their backs to send unforgettable blessings to everyone who received Valentine's Day cards.

That night, Draco received a blessing in the common room. A dwarf put him down on the ground with a sullen face, sat on his back, and read loudly the love poem on the card.

After hearing this, Draco's face was so red that he almost exploded like a watermelon. He lost control of his emotions and cast a spell on the spot to blast the dwarf dozens of meters away. The dwarf was enraged, but was beaten by Draco's The whole body binding spell is done.

In any case, Draco was indeed growing up rapidly, except perhaps mentally.

Fortunately, there were many young wizards who encountered the same thing that day, and everyone's eyes were attracted to Harry Potter who received the love song, which made Draco feel better.

Of course, Draco himself was both happy and unhappy.

"Anyway, Blaise, the dwarf on Valentine's Day should be to your liking." Draco said with a dark face.

"How is that possible!" Blaise raised his head and said, "Those guys looked reluctant, as if everyone owed them thousands of gold galleons... I don't even bother using those guys."

"And that's not reductive at all," he added. "Can you imagine? Those little things called cupids can't fly! The speed of delivering letters is too slow, and that's too cheap."

"So what you dislike is that their delivery speed is too slow, which delayed the dozen love letters you received?" Theodore said quietly from the side.

"Oh, those are just vulgar fans who love vanity." Blaise said arrogantly, "I don't require them to be better than my mother, but they must at least be better-looking than me."

"Okay, stop talking." Draco lowered the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes.