Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

For once Draco didn't listen to his mother and chose to spend his Christmas at home.

When Narcissa saw Malfoy at the door of her home, her pale face immediately lost the last bit of color, like a dead face covered with white powder.

"Didn't I tell you to stay at school this Christmas?" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm and said in a low voice.

"But I already spent Christmas at Hogwarts last year. Since nothing happened at home this year, why can't I go home?" Draco frowned dissatisfied. Narcissa's unreasonable request almost made him I thought I had no family like that guy Harry Pott!

"This year's situation is very special!" It was difficult for Narcissa to explain to Draco that there was a Dark Lord in her family now, and he did not want Draco to have too much contact with "Voldemort".

"I'll take you to your aunt's house now, where Christmas this year will be—"

Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm without refusal, intending to pull him away, but before Draco could resist, Cyrus's voice sounded from behind her.

"Narcissa, I'm going to criticize you now. Christmas is a holiday for family reunions. How can you drive your son away?"

Narcissa's heart suddenly went cold. She turned her head stiffly and saw Cyrus leaning against the door, looking at the mother and son with a half-smile. Narcissa was so frightened that she even forgot how to greet Cyrus.

"That's right, Mom, why do I have to go to someone else's house to spend Christmas?" Draco said immediately, and then he looked at Cyrus again, his two light eyebrows immediately frowned, "You again? who?"

Draco looked at Cyrus with an unfavorable expression for a long time. He felt that the handsome man in front of him looked very familiar. He should know him, but he couldn't remember him.

"Be respectful, Draco!" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm in fear. She was really afraid that Draco's domineering personality would offend Cyrus and kill them both. She kept searching for a suitable title in her mind, "You should respectfully call him - Hei..."

"What's wrong, Draco, you don't recognize me anymore?" Cyrus interrupted her and asked knowingly, "Didn't you still call me Little Tang when you were at Hogwarts last year?"

Little soup?

Narcissa was stunned. She had not recovered from the name, and her whole body suddenly seemed to be dead.

Draco's erased memory seemed to have begun to recover, and his experience at Hogwarts last year slowly emerged in his mind. Although it was still vague, "Little Soup" appeared in his memory very clearly. middle.

"Xiaotang?! It's you!" His eyes lit up, "I even remembered it!"

He happily passed over Narcissa who seemed to be petrified, came to Cyrus, and patted Cyrus's arm familiarly: "So you are alive?! Of course I have seen it in the newspaper, But I forgot at the time that we knew each other!”

At this moment, Draco has remembered everything that happened last year, because Cyrus took the initiative to remove his modified memory of Draco.

For Draco, it was a good time. Cyrus taught him a lot of alchemy at that time, which benefited him greatly. And Draco also recognized Cyrus as a friend, even though he was just a mixed race...

"I deleted your memory." Cyrus explained simply.

"I knew it! But it's okay, I won't argue with you!" Draco said generously. Every time he said a word, Narcissa's body couldn't help but tremble. Narcissa felt that she was getting closer and closer to death. Close, she wanted to stop Draco, but her body became stiffer and stiffer for some reason.

She felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly and she couldn't breathe at all.

Draco was still outputting.

"By the way, you don't have anywhere to go, right? Why don't you spend Christmas at my house?" Draco enthusiastically invited, "Don't worry, although my father only associates with pure bloods and looks down on mixed bloods, but you are My friend, for my sake, he will not be prejudiced against you!"

"Shut up Draco!"

Narcissa was going crazy. For the first time, she wanted to give her precious son a few hard slaps to let him know that a person should not speak out of his mouth.

She hugged Draco's shoulders forcefully, her stern expression making Draco feel unfamiliar.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?"

"Shut up, you are not allowed to say another word!" She gritted her teeth, and twisted the flesh on Draco's arm with one hand, while grabbing the back of Draco's head, pressing Draco's head towards Seyler Si lowered her head, her face full of pleading, "Sir, Draco doesn't know..."

Her voice was shaking.

"Don't be nervous, Narcissa. I don't blame Draco, but you really should teach him how to be polite." Cyrus really didn't care at all. He was not a "little soup" anyway.

"We will……"

"Very good!" Cyrus nodded with satisfaction. Draco, who was being held down by Narcissa, still looked puzzled, but he was speechless at this moment.

"Also, thank you for your kind invitation, Draco. But I won't stay for Christmas. I have prepared a gift for you and put it in your room." Cyrus said softly, "Tell Lu Xiu Si, everything is going according to plan, if you feel called, just go there and just pretend that you have never been loyal to me."

After saying that, Cyrus left directly.

He is not keen on holidays and does not think today is a special day.

To him, ancient magic was more important. Now that the problem of the soul fragment has been solved, it is time to head to the secret room of the map and start the trial of the four founders.

His figure suddenly disappeared in the wind and snow. In an instant, a golden eagle appeared and disappeared, and finally disappeared into the white wind.

Draco and Narcissa were left alone in the freezing snow.

It was as if all the bones in Narcissa's body had been taken away, and she collapsed on the ground, looking terrified for the rest of her life.

"Mom, why did you stop me just now? Xiaotang is my friend..."

"Snapped!"

Draco's words stopped, and he stared blankly at the mother who loved him the most, his cheeks burning with pain, and a red slap mark left on his pale face.

"You are not allowed to call that name again!" Narcissa stared at him sternly. Only this time, she was not soft-hearted at all. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, "It seems that your father and I did indulge you a little too much in the past. From today on, you must put away all your arrogance..."

In the past, Lucius educated Draco according to the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy, but now, even if Narcissa was not clear about Cyrus, she knew that the Dark Lord no longer seemed to promote the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy. , The ideas of the past are worthless in the face of powerful power. If you still hold on to those old things, the Malfoy family will only perish like carrion.

"What's going on?" Draco also realized something was wrong. He had never seen his mother look so stern. "Who is he?"