Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Atticus closed his eyes in despair, took a deep breath and said slowly: "I was still young at that time. Thanks to an elder, I had my own independent office in the Daily Prophet."

"That day...I forgot the specific day. In short, within a month before the article was published, Ethan Thorne suddenly appeared in my office and handed the manuscript to me, and then he He cast the Imperius Curse on me."

"He controlled me and asked me to publish that article. In fact, I didn't dare to publish it. How could I dare? Pernosthorne did such a terrible thing. No one in the Daily Prophet dared to do that. .”

"But I couldn't resist. He used my identity to submit the manuscript. The person in charge of review didn't know what happened. He might have been possessed by Ethan Thorne, so he approved my manuscript until The manuscript was sent out the next day. During that period, many people resigned from the Daily Prophet. That was when I began to be idle. It was not until Ethan Thorne disappeared a few years later that I began to be reactivated..."

After Atticus finished speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, as if waiting for his fate to come.

"Didn't he tell you anything else besides this?" Heath Laimo said, rubbing his chin.

"Never said...none said anything..." Atticus said shakily.

"The version I heard is different from what you said. Let me recall..." Sisley knocked his knees repeatedly and muttered to himself.

"Ah, yes! There were indeed two manuscripts at that time. One of them was sent out by Ethan Thorne, and the other one suddenly appeared in the editorial office in full view of the public. At that time, Ethan Thorne manipulated me into publishing it. When the manuscript arrived, I put him in my office at the time," Atticus added quickly.

"So what now? Don't tell me that you burned it down when you left the Daily Prophet!" Sisley asked nervously.

"No, no! In my study!" Atticus said quickly.

"Where is the study?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I'll take you there right now..." Before Atticus could finish his sentence, Sisley interrupted: "No, Tracy will take me there. She should know where your study is." Where?"

Atticus nodded dejectedly and murmured, "I know."

"Be honest here." Sisley said, roughly pulling Tracy up, pushing her forward, and letting her lead the way.

"On the second floor..." Tracy said cautiously.

"Then go quickly," Sisley urged.

"Yes..." Tracy said quickly.

The second floor of the house is not very big. It is just a corridor, four rooms and a balcony. Tracy walked to the door of a room and said: "This is the study."

"Well..." Sisley waved his hand casually, and the next moment the door lock clicked, and it was pushed open with a slight push.

There is a set of tables and chairs in the corner of the room. There are many green plants on the windowsill and on the ground. The rest of the room is filled with bookshelves, densely packed with bookshelves.

Sisley waved his hand casually, and all the single pages of paper and envelopes in the study flew to Sisley, allowing him to choose slowly.

Tracy quietly watched Sisley rummaging through the manuscript, while her pale wrist, whose slight movement had been restricted by magic, asked tremblingly: "Well... can..."

After hearing this, Sisley snapped his fingers, and instantly the confining magic on Tracy's wrist disappeared.

Tracy was startled at first, then looked at Sisley and said carefully: "Thank you..."

Sisley made no reply.

Tracy looked at her hands that had regained blood and Sisley who was quietly looking for the manuscript, and just stood there honestly.

The first time Sisley looked at the manuscript, he only went through it roughly, sifting out all the useless postcards, graffiti or other useless things. After the second time, he began to look at the still thick stack in his hand attentively. parchment.

Sisley was lucky. As he started to read it for the second time, he quickly found one of the manuscripts. The messy and beautiful font made Sisley feel familiar.

Then he took out the parchment and looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally confirmed that it was Ethan Thorne's handwriting.

"Finally found..."

Sisley put the rest of the parchment on the bookshelf aside, sat on a chair in the corner and looked at the parchment in his hand quietly.

After reading it, I realized that it was more like a weird lace [Little Liu Bei] than a news manuscript. The main story is about Ethan Thorne, the notorious Slytherin heir at Hogwarts, who killed many people. Muggle wizard.

In the end, he was fascinated by a Muggle woman. He regretted everything he had done before, but he still looked like a scumbag and used a love potion to marry the Muggle woman. Finally, he returned to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets to confront her. The Slytherin statue said something unintelligible and was eaten by the statue, ending the story.

Generally speaking, it's like a rumor created by a wizard who has a grudge against Ethan Thorne. It's so weird, so... full of emotion.

"No wonder the Daily Prophet didn't publish this article, otherwise I would be really afraid that Pernosthorne would crawl back from the world of the dead." Sisley murmured after rolling up the parchment and putting it back into the ring.

"Go back." Sisley patted Tracy on the back and said.

Just as the two of them were going downstairs, Sisley became a little irritated when he heard the quiet sobbing behind him. After comforting himself many times, he slowly turned around and whispered: "Stop crying!"

Tracy quickly lowered her head, then realized and nodded.

"Hmm...very good." Sisley nodded and walked downstairs.

As Sisley sat back on the coffee table, Tracy also sat on the sofa behind Sisley and closed her eyes tightly, as if waiting for fate to come.

"I found the manuscript. Now tell me, is there really nothing else? Is there anything else that I don't know about?" Sisley asked in a calm voice.

"That's all I know," Atticus said with a sigh.

"I have good news for you. You are safe. I am leaving. Well, after I leave, you may be able to hug each other, or you may go to the Aurors or Dumbledore to complain. I won't care. After all, It’s not a big deal.”

"It's safe, you two." After Sisley finished speaking, he waved his hand to remove all the restrictions on the two of them, placed their wands on the coffee table, and left their house without looking back.

The two watched Sisley walk out of the room, and then breathed a sigh of relief when they could no longer see the figure clearly, and both sat slumped on the ground.

"He... wasn't that bad... didn't kill us..." Tracy touched her face gently and murmured softly.

"Well...it's safe...we survived. I'm going to take a nap...a ​​good night's sleep." Atticus just sat on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

"I need to take a shower..." Tracy said and hurriedly walked upstairs.

In the distance, the blue light in Sisley's eyes slowly dissipated as he stood on the rooftop of a tall building. He breathed a sigh of relief and waved casually. The thick thunderclouds accumulated over the small villa also disappeared. Dispersed slowly.