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

I don’t know if the parents of the little wizards think that their children are brave and talented, or they have absolute confidence in their family’s bloodline. Not only the half-bloods did not go home, but even the Muggle wizards did not receive the return card. Home documents.

Until today, Sisley rarely got up early. To be precise, he was dragged up by Ron. He went to the Quidditch pitch early in the morning. He didn't know where they got so much energy.

Sisley sat in the Gryffindor stands and watched Wood and a group of Gryffindor players gather in a small circle and have a small meeting there.

"What's wrong with Wood? He looks so nervous?" Sisley patted Ron and asked.

"Because Malfoy's father donated a large number of Nimbus 2001 to Slytherin, which is a better broomstick than Harry's Nimbus 2000, that's why he is so nervous." Ron explained.

Soon, the game started. Sisley did not look at the stadium, but kept looking around the stands surrounding the stadium, his eyes filled with magical light, staring at whether the mysterious man would cast a spell on Harry this time.

When Ron saw the game, he stood up and cheered for Gryffindor. He soon noticed something strange about Sisley.

"Sisley, what's wrong with you?" Ron sat down and asked in confusion.

"I was looking at where the mysterious man cast a spell on the Bludger. Didn't you see that the Bludger kept chasing Harry?" Sisley explained.

"That shouldn't be the case. That person still dares to come. The professors are here, and Dumbledore is here. How did he hide?" Ron said.

"Maybe it's a curse. No one can notice it unless it's on you." Sisley said while observing the entire place intently.

"Ah!" A scream erupted from the stands, and Harry, who was flying high in the sky, held his broom tightly in a strange posture and dived down towards the ground.

"Uh... Something happened to Harry." Sisley stood up and grabbed the guardrail of the stands, and the wand quietly appeared in his hand.

"Don't... Harry should still be able to control it." Ron reminded in a low voice from the side.

I saw Harry holding the broom between his arms, and finally flying almost close to the ground. He used his last strength to push the broom sideways with difficulty, while he wiped the lawn and rolled several times before stopping.

There was silence in the stadium until Harry raised a golden ball with one good hand.

......

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A burst of ghosts crying and wolves howling...

"Harry seems to be injured!" Ron did not cheer with the others, but looked at Harry's arm at an awkward angle on the other side, and anxiously pulled Sisley down from the stands.

After Sisley and Ron got off the stands, a large number of people were already surrounding Harry not far away. They used all their strength to squeeze into the crowd and saw that Harry seemed to be spoiled. Same, lying helpless on the grass. The two arms were hanging limply on the ground as if they had no bones.

Well...just no bones.

"Ou, sometimes it does happen like this, but it doesn't hurt anymore, right? Mr. Thorne and Mr. Weasley will accompany Harry to the school doctor's office." Lockhart said with a flash of embarrassment.

Sisley waved his hand to make Harry float up and follow him. He cast a layer of obscure magic on himself and brushed past him as if he didn't see Lockhart. He successfully rubbed Lockhart against him. He staggered and sat down on the ground.

"You don't need to say it." The voices of Sisley and Ron came from not far away, making Lockhart's face turn red and white.

"That idiot...how did he survive until now?" Sisley, who came to the infirmary again, first put Harry on the bed and complained to Ron.

Unfortunately, before Ron could answer, Madam Pomfrey, who was making potion for Harry, swung her in the eye, causing both of them to feel chills running through their bodies for a moment, and they quickly closed their mouths.

It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey's medicine to be boiled. After Harry drank the Bone Spirit, he immediately added a bottle of Life and Death Water. Then Sisley and Sisley were asked out of the infirmary on the grounds that they could not disturb the patient's rest.

The two looked at the closed door of the infirmary and made a sighing sound. Then Sisley's expression changed and he took out a fiery red feather from his pocket.

"The teacher has something to do with me. I have to go over there first, excuse me." After bidding farewell to Ron, Sisley disappeared into a burst of white mist.

Ron was left standing alone at the door of the school doctor's office, and there was another sighing sound.

Sisley, who came to the principal's office, looked at Dumbledore who was making tea in front of him with a confused look on his face, and without being polite, he sat down on the chair.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, he was quietly making tea, and he only had one teacup, so he just watched and tasted it quietly.

"Teacher, why did you call me here?" Sisley asked.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but still drank tea quietly.

"emmmm..." Sisley couldn't figure it out for a while.

After a long time, Dumbledore finally drank the pot of tea in front of him, but remained silent and took out a bag of bird food to feed Fox.

Sisley didn't know what tricks Dumbledore was playing today, so he called him over but didn't say a word or even look at it.

"Could it be...that the teacher finally became mentally ill and did something crazy after losing the one he loved for such a long time?" Sisley thought unconsciously.

Then he watched as Dumbledore took out a few documents after feeding Fawkes, looked at them quietly, and after a long time he took out a quill and wrote a reply and signature on them.

After finishing the document, he took out a thick novel, took off the bookmark, and read the novel with relish.

"emmmm..." Sisley rolled his eyes helplessly. He originally wanted to leave, but he couldn't help but look at what kind of medicine Dumbledore was selling. He simply waved his wand to adjust the curvature of the seat. Slowly closed his eyes.

"Ah..." After a long time, Dumbledore clamped the bookmark again, closed the book, looked at Sisley who had fallen asleep, and said with some embarrassment.

Finally, he waved his wand helplessly, and a gust of cold wind blew towards Sisley, making Sisley sit up smartly.

"Hmm...??? What happened???" Sisley opened his eyes and asked hazily.

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore looked at Sisley with a smile and asked calmly.

Sisley was confused and asked: "What does it feel like???"