Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Sniff around, dear, where they might be hiding."

It was Filch talking to his cat, Mrs. Norris. Harry and Ron were frightened, but before they could react, Les walked up to them and tapped their heads with his wand.

Harry felt as if someone had cracked an egg on his head, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Shh!" Les said softly: "I have cast a disillusionment spell on you two, keep quiet!"

As he spoke, he suppressed his inner emotions and pulled the two of them to stand in the corner of the prize display room.

Harry looked down at his hands and saw that they had become transparent.

This is an extremely mysterious experience. I am clearly standing here, but I can't see my body.

"They're here somewhere, probably hiding." Filch's mutter became clearer. Soon a light came on at the door and Filch came in with his cat.

Harry's heart began to beat faster, but Les's Disillusionment Charm worked very well. Filch's eyes passed through him several times, but he didn't notice his existence at all.

Filch carefully checked every hiding place in the trophy display room, but the result disappointed him: it was empty, not even a ghost.

Unlike people with dull senses, Mrs. Norris noticed something unusual. She wandered near the corner where the three Les men were hiding, looking a little confused.

Harry's heart was already in his throat. If Mrs. Norris continued to look like this, Filch would be attracted to her sooner or later. Even if they had the Disillusionment Curse, they would probably accidentally bump into Filch. And got caught.

Just as Harry was sweating profusely, Les took action: he stretched out his wand and turned a medal in the corner into a big rat.

The mouse swooped out of the corner, startling Filch.

"Damn rat, damn it! Hey, dear, wait a minute!" As soon as Filch saw the true identity of the black figure, Mrs. Norris rushed out after it.

Filch, who loved cats eagerly, ran out without hesitation and stopped searching the prize room. In fact, based on his many years of night patrol experience, he had already seen that there was no one in the small room. He insisted on searching just to find psychological comfort for himself.

After the voices of Filch and Mrs. Norris faded away, Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and then Les's voice rang out from beside them.

"Arrange a duel, then break the appointment, and leak the matter to the castle administrator. This is really what a member of the Malfoy family can do!" Les's voice turned cold, "People from the Weasley family and the Potter family Everyone came as promised, but only the son of the Malfoy family broke the sacred agreement. It is indeed a fundamentally impure family."

Someone really dares to treat dueling as a child's play? At this moment, Les was filled with shock and anger. Draco Malfoy reinforced his stereotype of the Malfoy family.

"I'm really sorry for letting you see such a shameful side. But Malfoy is a Slytherin after all, so I have to give him a chance to correct his mistakes." Les said to Ron and Harry very seriously, "So Can you guys wait here for a moment? I'll call him over, the duel must go on tonight."

Harry and Ron hesitated: Malfoy had already revealed this place to Filch. Although he had left here, who could guarantee that he wouldn't come back to kill him? It's no longer safe here.

Les could see the concerns in the two people's hearts, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Then you go back first, and I will try my best to persuade Draco Malfoy to complete the duel agreed with you. By the way, your Disembodiment Curse can still last for a quarter of an hour. You can go back to the lounge while it is still in effect. , no one will find out." After saying a few words, Rice hurriedly left the trophy display room and returned to the Slytherin common room.

Les's anger was ignited when he returned to his dormitory - he saw Malfoy sleeping comfortably in his bed.

If he were still Head of Slytherin, he would definitely expel such people from the house. Students of Slytherin House can be shrewd, cunning, and lustful for power, but they cannot be unscrupulous and despicable.

In Rice's view, Malfoy's behavior had exceeded the wizard's bottom line.

In the name of a duel, he deceived his opponent and then reported it with his dueling assistant? ! Draco Malfoy really refreshed Rice's understanding. Medieval wizards, even dark wizards, demons, aliens and cunning goblins, would honestly duel with their opponents.

He walked to Malfoy's bed, waved his wand twice to isolate this space from the outside world, then lifted Malfoy's quilt and pulled him up from the bed.

"Who?!" Malfoy suddenly woke up and saw Les's face.

"Ah! Les, it's you!" After seeing Les appear in the dormitory safe and sound, Malfoy immediately knew that something was wrong. While he was yelling at Filch for his incompetence, he forced an ugly smile on his face: "Thank you for your hard work. I will settle the remaining fifty galleons for your hard work now——"

"It's not necessary, you don't have to give it." Les interrupted him directly. He put a hand on Malfoy's shoulder, which made Malfoy tremble.

"A wizard duel is an extremely sacred matter. Since you initiated the duel, you must complete it. Now, immediately, write a letter to Potter and Weasley to reschedule the duel time."

Malfoy avoided Les's cold and piercing eyes and did not dare to look directly at him. But as time passed, he gradually realized: Les and I are both first-year Slytherin students. Why should I be afraid of him?

After figuring this out, Malfoy suddenly became more courageous, and he confidently stated that he had not arranged a duel with Harry at all.

"Duel? You saw that I arranged a duel with him. Are there any witnesses? Don't talk nonsense without evidence." Malfoy's voice returned to its original sloppy and glib tone.

Les was quite emotional. Some people are really good at telling lies with their eyes open, but he seemed to have overlooked one issue. This is the magical world. Les could find five or six ways to make people tell the truth. .

He wanted to pull Malfoy's memory out of his mind, but then he changed his mind.

"You don't deserve to be a student at Hogwarts." Les took out his wand and said softly. Two balls of light emerged from the tip of his staff one after another and flew into Malfoy's body.

"Reflect carefully, and you can become a wizard only after I think you can become a wizard." After leaving such a strange sentence, Les left Malfoy's bed.