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

"Is he dead? Did I kill someone?" Harry looked at Quirrell, who was charred and motionless, sitting on the ground, and murmured in fear.

"Not necessarily. Although the magic in you is Voldemort's nemesis, Sisley is not soft at all." Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder and consoled him.

"Alright Sisley, take Harry back to his dormitory. Remember to come to my office later and finish your work." Dumbledore said and left.

"Let's go, just go back and have a good sleep. Just relax, no one will hold you responsible, and it's not necessarily you who killed him, maybe it was me." Sisley pulled Harry away. He stood up and comforted.

"Forget it, go back." Harry sighed.

"Uh-huh." Sisley said as he put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"What to do with the fire set by Snape?" Harry suddenly asked.

"........."

.........

Sisley washed in the bathroom for a long time before finally coming out clean.

As for Harry, because he failed to win the game with Sisley, he went to the public bathroom to wash up.

Soon, Sisley came to Dumbledore's office.

"He escaped?" Dumbledore asked.

Sisley looked embarrassed and said: "Didn't you watch? I was a little too excited at that time and didn't pay attention."

"Well... Voldemort was very weird at that time. Quirrell was dead. He no longer had a container to hold his soul. Although he disappeared, he was definitely not dead. The most serious thing was that he was just weak." Deng Bullido lowered his eyebrows and whispered.

"I'll take a look then." Sisley said after a moment of silence.

"No, you can't read too much. It can only be used to predict danger." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Sisley asked confused.

"You use your prophetic ability to predict the future. Each prediction represents a change in the future. Slowly, a small change will become bigger and bigger, and eventually it will gradually get out of control. Even if you use your prophetic talent, you will not be able to make effective decisions. Deploy, because the future will always change faster than you." Dumbledore said, playing with the wand in his hand.

"Well, I will use it carefully." Sisley listened to the advice and nodded.

"Tomorrow the Daily Prophet will publish the story of your heroic fight against Quirrell. Of course, the Sorcerer's Stone and the levels we designed will be omitted." Dumbledore added.

"That level is really like playing house." Sisley curled his lips and said.

Dumbledore's head was full of black lines, and he said helplessly: "I want to tell you about the Daily Prophet, but you can skip it."

"Oh, tell me, teacher." Sisley nodded.

"The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, has noticed you and seems to want to invest in you." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Not interested." Sisley rolled his eyes.

"What if it's the Order of Merlin?" Dumbledore said.

"That thing can't be used as food, so I'm not interested in it." Sisley said concisely and concisely.

"I think you should go there. After all, to be honest, although your talents and talents are completely worthy, you still show too little to the outside world."

"Only counting external performance, cutting-edge transformation techniques and tomorrow's Daily Prophet, you won't get this medal. And Fudge wants to use this medal to win you over. I hope you can get close to him when you graduate." Dumbledore said.

"But I don't want to get close to him. The remarks he made in the newspaper perfectly fit all my impressions of a low-IQ bastard." Sisley waved his hand.

"Who said you have to do something if you accept benefits from others?" Dumbledore winked at Sisley.

"Hiss...Teacher, I understand." Sisley said in surprise.

"Well, since all the benefits have been delivered to your door, of course you have to get it. As for Fudge's purpose, this is of his own free will and it is not a transaction." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Teacher, you are so bad." Sisley said with a smile on his face.

Just when Sisley was about to leave, Dumbledore suddenly shouted: "I see you still have doubts."

Sisley took out the wand and said: "At that time, Voldemort took away my wand and wanted to cast a spell on me, but my wand knocked him over... It was really confusing."

"Ginkgo wood represents deep love, and people without love cannot use a wand made of ginkgo wood."

"The tail feathers of the Thestrals not only make magic more powerful, but also have the characteristic of loyally protecting the master. This characteristic of the Thestrals' heart will only become more powerful."

"And the magic power you spilled is absorbed by your wand all the time and fed back into your soul. When it gets into the hands of an outsider who is hostile to you, of course he will be severely punished." Dumbledore explained. road.

Sisley nodded without saying anything and walked out.

As the stone statue slowly closed, Sisley murmured: "Ginkgo tree, deep love... If that is love... it's a bit too heavy." As he spoke, Sisley moved toward the statue. Walk in the direction of Lanffindor Tower.

The next day, with the arrival of the daily Prophet at breakfast time, the students at Hogwarts finally learned about the earth-shattering deeds of the four first-year wizards.

Sisley couldn't stand the blazing eyes and the men and women who kept talking to him, so he waved to Hermione and went back to the dormitory.

Although the dormitory can't block those little Gryffindor wizards, it can at least filter out three-quarters, which is very satisfying.

The poor three-person dormitory of Sisley and Harry Ron was so overcrowded for half a day. It was not until Harry and Ron came back to help draw firepower that Sisley found the opportunity to sneak out.

After walking out of the lounge, Sisley found a window and sat on the windowsill, blowing in the wind while sighing helplessly. Being too famous is not a good thing. It may also be due to his personality.

If it hadn't happened that Sisley's mother's house was next to Hermione's, and he happened to meet Harry and Ron on the train, Sisley would have been alone for seven years without making a single friend. It's quite easy.

As long as you don't feel alone and have the ability to defeat the bullies, it's a way of life.

In the end, Sisley just leaned against the window frame, and the biting cold wind outside the window blew on the dense warmth magic all over Sisley's body, just like the air conditioner blowing on the quilt in the summer, making people sleepy. . .

.........

"Sisley? Sisley! Wake up, today is the final party, and you won't catch a cold if you sleep here, right?" Hermione said, holding Sisley's hand.

"Yes, when we looked up, we found that you were gone. It took us a lot of effort to get out." Harry and Ron also ran over panting and said intermittently.