The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

At 5 pm, the island of England is located in the high latitudes of the northern hemisphere. Even at the end of June, the sun sets much earlier.

Stepping on the evening twilight, just like stepping on the dividing line between light and shadow, justice and darkness, Quirrell stood at the gate of Malfoy Manor. The exquisite wrought iron gate seemed to be entangled with smoke, and through the gaps in the fence, one could see See the dignified manor house inside and the beautiful gardens that surround it.

He tapped the door knocker lightly with his wand, and golden stars lit up on the black surface.

"Hello, distinguished guest."

A voice sounded like there was phlegm in the throat, but the speaker could not be seen. This was a house elf unique to pure-blood nobles. It was obeying the rule of "do not let its owner see its ugly appearance."

"Quirinus Quirrell, come to visit Mr. Lucius."

Quirrell drew back his wand.

"Yes, I will open the door for you. Dobby will be happy to serve you."

Ever since Tom lived in this manor for a period of time many years ago, the Malfoy family has only had one house elf alive, and because he was nervous and tortured by dark magic, the whole family hated this sad little elf. thing.

Quirrell stepped into the manor. Lucius, who had just returned from the Ministry of Magic, received him in the middle of the garden with his wife Narcissa.

"Are you alone?"

Lucius looked at this young man he had never met before, and he could feel the familiar smell on him: the smell of Death Eaters looking at Death Eaters.

"The young master's time is precious. He is currently studying magic and will not come from the fireplace until dinner begins."

Quirrell raised his chin slightly, looking a little arrogant. This mixed-blood wizard had never thought that he could meet his master like this in the home of a pure-blood noble.

Prestige, power, he gradually tasted their sweet taste.

"...Okay." Lucius stared at Quirrell with a cold expression. He turned around and took Quirrell directly into the house without even introducing his wife.

In the afternoon at the Ministry of Magic, the fear of facing Voldemort had gradually dissipated from this man's heart. He seemed to have regained his graceful and calm aristocratic demeanor. Until he walked into the living room, Quirrell looked at Della who was sitting on the sofa. Co said hello.

"You are Mr. Lucius's only son, Mr. Draco, right?"

Quirrell looked at this little... nuisance in front of him with a smile imitated by Neo's.

Draco, who had the same hairstyle as his father, was a little confused. He couldn't figure out the identity of the strange wizard with a purple turban in front of him, so he looked at his father for help.

Lucius had anger on his face, what did this guy want to do?

"This is Mr. Quirrell, Professor at Hogwarts."

Draco relaxed immediately. He was just a school professor, and his own family was the school director. He raised his head and looked directly at Quirrell, and responded calmly: "Hello, Professor Quirrell."

"It's so similar to your father. Of course, I'm not just here to chat. An elder asked me to bring a gift to you."

Quirrell took out an exquisite box from his sleeve, with a bow tied with a white ribbon.

Lucius recognized it at a glance. The ribbon was made of unicorn tail hair. He nodded hesitantly.Malfoy then took the box and opened it.

"'The Diary of a Gryffindor', what kind of crappy book is this?"

Good upbringing made him curse immediately when he saw the name of this book.

He is about to enter school, and the branch will definitely choose Slytherin. What does the title of this book mean?

Before coming, Quirrell watched Master Neo take a book from his shelf and put it into the box. He thought it was the book he usually read, such as "Flesh and Sacrifice" and "Open Your Soul" , "Dark Magic Is Going Mad" is a good thing, but I didn't expect its title to be like this. Thinking of Neo's previous additional instructions, Quirrell repeated it to Draco.

"There are some personal notes in this book. Read them more. They represent this elder's precious kindness to you."

Lucius's expression changed. He walked up to Draco and snatched the book from his hand. He glanced at Quirrell first, and then opened the book with a solemn expression.

I saw this is the first note in this travelogue.

"Walking alone in the wilderness of Northern Ireland, looking at the stars in the Tianshan Mountains, I remembered the long-winded rumors about leprechauns that my guide had told me three hours ago. I held my wand and deeply regretted that I had not studied black leprechauns properly in school. Magic Defense..."

This is a text, and next to it, a new line of quill writing appears: [Tarantollegra, a small curse that can make the target dance continuously, suitable for dealing with small magical creatures. 】

Soon, the second note appeared again.

[Expecto Patronuo, the patron saint spell, has good effects on dealing with dark creatures, ghosts, cursed corpses, vampires, dementors... and other sixteen kinds of magical animals. The key points of its practice are: love, happy memories, Be careful when waving your wand...]

.....

Lucius turned to the back and found that in many places where the protagonist encountered trouble in the story, there were clear spells that could deal with the difficulties, as well as their detailed learning procedures. Moreover, most of them were simple but extremely effective. There were only three clear black magic spells among the group of white magic. Lucius looked at them: [Unforgivable Curse, please practice it with the company of an adult. 】

After flipping through the entire book, there is this passage on the last page:

To Draco:

Forgive me for missing your birth because of some things. This is a belated birthday gift. I hope you can read it carefully. I hope that every little Slytherin wizard can get rid of this Gryffindor in the book. So much stupidity.

Draco, you can always trust your loved ones, but life is cruel, and even the best fortune tellers don’t know where their future will be. You must use the wand in your hand well. Glory, status, ambition, everything is empty, only magic. reality.

If I can see from you even a little resistance in the face of a sad fate, I will smile with joy in front of the fireplace and applaud you.

Your uncle:

N. Slytherin.

"Put it away, Draco."

He looked at Quirrell with a complicated expression and put the book back into Draco's hands, this time holding it with both hands.

He remembered that in the earliest group of Death Eaters, Tom had always called everyone brothers and sisters. They seemed to be a family united by blood, even though this family was so stinking and evil in the eyes of those despicable mixed-blood and Muggle wizards.

"Oh, okay, Father."

Draco didn't know why, but he chose to listen to his father.

"Narcissa, take Draco down to change clothes first. Don't be rude when you see the guests."