The man behind Hogwarts

"Evelin, you went to play with your classmates, why did you drag me along?"

On a street in Plymouth, two young men and women were walking on the road. The boy was mumbling.

The boy has light blond hair, which has a soft texture unique to young people. His hair is combed to the side and neatly placed on the back of his head.

Pale oval face, tapered chin, gray pupils.

At this time, there was a deep depression on his face, like a student who was forced to get out of bed during the holidays.

"Draco, what did you call me?" Evelin glanced at him.

"Uh...sister." Draco called her with a grimace.

After walking for a few more minutes, Draco called out again.

"Do you know the road? We have gone around twice."

"It'll be there soon."

Sure enough, she arrived soon, and she saw William from a distance.

William moved a stool and sat at the door, so that he could wait for Evelin and also take some time to bask in the sun.

Evelin saw him, and he also saw Evelin and waved.

"Hi, Evelyn." He smiled, then looked at Draco and said warmly: "Hello, Draco, long time no see."

"Hello, William." Draco reluctantly responded.

If it weren't for Evelin's strong suppression, he would never have come, let alone come to the Muggle world to play.

Really, why did you call me...

"William, is this your home?" Evelin looked at the house and said, "Although it's a little small, it looks quite exquisite, don't you think so Draco?"

Draco raised his chin: "Not only is it small, it is not as big as my living room, let alone my entire castle and the territory where the castle is located."

Draco is a member of the Malfoy family.

The Malfoy family is a pure-blood family with a long history in the wizarding world. The family wealth is astonishing and ranks among the top in the entire wizarding world.

When it comes to family wealth, Evelyn admits that the Malfoy family is richer than her Rosier family.

But that didn't stop her from beating Draco.

"Huh?" Evelin's bright eyes flashed dangerously, "You say it again?"

"What..." Draco grimaced, "My sister is right, William, your family is quite exquisite."

Draco followed the compliment.

Since we can't praise it in terms of size, we can only praise it in terms of its exquisiteness.

William laughed, amused by the siblings.

"Draco, you are going to Hogwarts in September this year. Are you ready for a magical career?" William chatted.

"I may not necessarily go to Hogwarts..." Draco said: "My father knows the headmaster of Durmstrang School, and he is considering whether to send me to study somewhere."

Durmstrang?

Isn’t this school in Northern Europe?

"I guess it won't succeed." Evelin said, "Auntie won't agree. Durmstrang is too far away. How could auntie be willing to let you go so far away."

Draco remembered his mother's words and nodded with deep understanding.

Evelin added: "And you, the Malfoy family, have always been students of the Slytherin House at Hogwarts. If you are really asked to go to Durmstrang, there is no guarantee that other families will not have any ideas."

In fact, Evelin didn’t finish her sentence.

Not only other pure-blood families will have ideas, but maybe Hogwarts will also have ideas.

The British pure-blood wizards went to Northern Europe to study. Do they look down on Hogwarts...

Evelin is young but mature and wise.

After hearing what she said, Draco lowered his head in frustration.

Although he knew that this idea was difficult, he still had small hopes.

He prefers Durmstrang in Northern Europe to the famous Hogwarts in England.

Durmstrang is famous for teaching dark arts. The dark arts course in this school is quite exciting, not at all like the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts.

What they teach is serious black magic.

As we all know, the Malfoy family was once a supporter of the Dark Lord, although Malfoy's father said that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse.

But smart people know the truth.

Draco loved dark magic.

He also hates Muggles and advocates the theory of wizard blood.

In this regard, Durmstrang also met his request. This school only admitted children from pure-blood families, not Muggle students.

Because of the above reasons, Durmstrang's reputation in the magical community has become polarized.

"Even if I go to Hogwarts, I will definitely be sorted into Slytherin House."

Draco hypnotized himself.

When he spoke, he glanced at Evelin, as if to say, I will never go to Ravenclaw.

The three of them were all young people, and with William's hidden communication skills, they quickly became familiar with them.

"By the way, you must not know yet."

Draco said mysteriously.

"what do you know?"

Draco raised his lips and said, "My father told me that among the people who enrolled in school with me this year, there is a famous person."

Evelin asked: "Famous? Who?"

William smiled: "I know, it's Harry Potter."

It's already 1991, and in a few months, Hagrid will kick open the door of Harry's house, kicking off the story of the return of the Dark Lord, the representative of the wizarding world.

"Harry Potter?!" Evelin exclaimed in shock: "The legendary Harry Potter who killed the mysterious man?!"

No wonder.

Evelin suddenly realized.

"No wonder my uncle wants you to go to Durmstrang. There must be a reason to avoid Harry Potter..."

Draco's father's name is Lucius.

Lucius Malfoy is a fan of the Dark Lord.

Harry Potter is the savior who kills the Dark Lord.

Any smart person would intentionally avoid such troublesome interactions. Lucius's intention suddenly became much clearer, and it seemed like a smart person's choice.

"How could it be possible? How could he have such a great reputation?" Draco said unconvinced.

However, I actually recognized Evelin’s words in my heart.

It was precisely because he agreed that Draco felt resentful in his heart and developed an inexplicable hostility towards Harry Potter, whom he had never met.

In accordance with the courtesy of hospitality, William took the two of them to visit the house.

During this action, Evelin suddenly discovered something strange on the back of the sofa.

Pick up a piece of hair with two fingers.

The long black hair, if you smell it gently, you can still smell the faint fragrance.

This is...a woman's hair.

It should be said that it was a girl's unique talent, or a woman's instinctive sixth sense. She could guess part of the truth at once.

Evelin frowned, looked at William with her charming eyes, and raised her eyebrows in signal.

"Uh... I had a friend who was resting here yesterday." William was suddenly a little flustered, but he calmed down immediately. Nothing happened, so he acted normally.

"This friend is also a wizard. She graduated from Ilvermorny School. She wanted to move, so she asked me for help."

A brief explanation without mentioning anything related to the ruins.

"Oh...why are you in a hurry..."

"Nonsense, why am I in a hurry."