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

Sisley walked into the Room of Requirement and felt that the room was filled with terrifying magic, giving people a squeezing and depressing feeling. This feeling made Sisley very uncomfortable.

In desperation, Sisley had to release part of his magic power to create a comfortable environment for himself.

The moment the magic power dissipated from the body, a blue beam of light quickly flew towards Sisley and merged into his body.

Sisley was startled and hurriedly left the Room of Requirement before touching himself to see if there were any missing parts.

Sisley, who found that he had no external injuries, breathed a sigh of relief. He sat casually on the ground, took out the grimoire and began to observe whether his soul had been attacked by the magic. The result... was still not.

"Okay, okay..." Sisley breathed a sigh of relief.

Sislaim recited a spell, and various protective magics emerged from his body. The magic books were surrounding him, and he walked in holding the wand tightly.

The ordinary magic training classroom has nothing superfluous and no sudden spells flying from the corners.

Sisley took out the diary from the ring and wrote on it: "I just walked into the Room of Requirement and was suddenly hit by a spell. Were you there when you came?"

【magic? No, what did you do? 】Words appeared in the diary.

"I felt that the magic in the Room of Requirement was too full, and I felt uncomfortable squeezing it, so I let some of the magic out. Is this possible?" Sisley wrote.

[I don’t know, I’ve never encountered anything weird like this in the Room of Requirement. 】

"Well, maybe I can ask someone else." Sisley wrote silently, and then the whole person turned into a burst of white mist and disappeared in place.

the next day...

Sisley got up unexpectedly early. After breakfast, he said hello to Hermione and walked towards the basement.

"Snape's office..." Sisley muttered as he walked in the basement corridor and looked at the signs on both sides.

Finally, Sisley found Snape's office and knocked on it.

card!

The door opened by itself, revealing a crack.

Sisley pushed the door open and went in. He looked at Snape who was concentrating on boiling a pot of potion and said nothing. He stood there quietly and waited.

After about ten minutes of touching, the potion in the crucible emitted a burst of crystal blue light. Snape picked up a lid and covered the crucible tightly before turning back to look at Sisley and said, "What's the matter?"

"You said last night that you had a clue about Ethan Thorne," Sisley said.

"Um...sit down." Snape pointed to the chair in front of the desk and walked to the corner, washing his hands.

Sisley nodded and sat down. Not long after, Snape came over and sat opposite Sisley.

"Your father was already in seventh grade when I entered school. At that time, he and Lucius Malfoy were very close. You should know this." Snape said after considering.

Sisley nodded.

"I have a good relationship with old Malfoy, so I have met your father a few times. He is very powerful in magic, very arrogant, and very conceited. He has no other friends except old Malfoy and a few roommates."

"He was a single parent and your grandfather died before he was born."

"The reason is that at that time the Daily Prophet made some bad comments about your grandfather, so much so that he bloodbathed the Daily Prophet editorial office and half of the Ministry of Magic. Finally, he was besieged and took the initiative to jump into the Department of Mysteries' Hall of the Dead. Door."

"For specific details, you can look for the Daily Prophet in the first half of 1954. Although it has just been rebuilt very crudely, you can still see your grandfather's reports."

"Who is it?" Sisley complained softly.

"Huh?" Snape asked confused.

"People who go on a killing spree on impulse, but are forced to die without being able to solve the problem themselves, leaving orphans and widows behind." Sisley curled his lips and said.

"That's what those old families are like. They always look relaxed and elegant on the outside, but you don't know how much paranoia, madness, and bloodlust are hidden deep inside." Snape explained.

After explaining, Snape continued: "When your father joined the slug club of the last Slytherin Dean Slughorn, he was very close to Slughorn. In a sense, Slughorn played the role of Slughorn. His father figure.”

"If you have more questions, you can ask Slughorn or Malfoy, but you should be more willing to go to Slughorn's house, and you have been there, right?" Snape asked.

Sisley nodded.

"Then please come back. I have told you everything I know." Snape waved his hand, and the door of the office opened by itself. Sisley thanked him and walked out.

Sisley walked out of Snape's office, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and quickly walked towards the classroom.

.........

In the library...

"Why are you so listless in class today?" Hermione asked after class, holding a book in her arms.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday." Sisley said, rubbing his face.

Hermione was about to say something when she heard Sisley's angry voice.

"What's the class this afternoon?"

"Flying lessons," Hermione replied.

"Ask for leave for me, I need to find someone." Sisley said, patting Hermione on the shoulder and leaving.

Hermione looked at Sisley leaving and curled her lips angrily, but she still took out a leave note and began to fill it out.

In a hidden corner of Diagon Alley, a burst of white mist suddenly appeared and then gathered into Sisley.

After walking out of the corner, I found one of the most famous dessert shops in Diagon Alley. I spent a lot of gold and galleons to buy six boxes of pineapple preserves and then returned to the corner and dispersed them into white mist.

On the other side, Sisley suddenly appeared in front of a house's door with a burst of white mist. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Not long after, the door was opened, revealing Slughorn, who was chubby and wearing a green apron.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Slughorn, to disturb you during lunch time." Sisley said, raising the pineapple preserves in his hand.

"Come in, come in, don't interrupt, have you had lunch?" Slughorn quickly wiped his hands on his apron and pulled Sisley into the room.

Although Sisley had politely said many times that he had already eaten lunch, he still couldn't resist Slughorn's intimidating enthusiasm. He was forcefully pressed on the chair, and in front of him were various delicacies made by Slughorn himself.

"Try them. This has been my hobby for many years. I believe you will fall in love with them." Slughorn said with a kind face.

Sisley had no choice but to pick up the tableware and chat with Slughorn while eating.

After a long time, when the two of them had almost finished eating, Slughorn asked: "Do you have any questions to ask me?"

Sisley nodded and said: "I have been investigating my father, Ethan Thorne, during this period. I thought you should know him very well, so..." Sisley said with a somewhat embarrassed look.

"Ethan, I was shocked when that report came out, but after thinking about it carefully, I can still find a lot of doubts. Take a look at this." As he said this, Slughorn walked to the bookshelf and picked up from the bookshelf. I pulled out a neat stack of Daily Prophets from the bookshelf.