The leader of HP arrives

"Draco, are you alright?" Zabini coughed, just in time to prevent a tragedy of a cauldron explosion, he lowered his voice, "Which beauty made our Prince Slytherin fall and stay away all night? It wasn't S Laitlin girls, I asked Pansy, no girls went out last night."

"I'm not you, Zabini. I just have a cold." Draco rubbed his tired eyes, and re-cut a lizard tail.

"Oh, are you shy?" Zabini persevered and moved to the side of the cauldron, "I really can't think of any other reason besides this, that would keep you from taking a beauty sleep in the dormitory for four consecutive nights. Don't you tell me you've been hanging out in the corridors all night playing hide-and-seek with Filch."

"I, I'm not in the dormitory every night?" The sharp blade scratched his finger, and the sharp pain made Draco tremble violently, and he didn't even have time to hide his pale face and frightened eyes.

"Of course——" Zabini was taken aback, and hurriedly took out his wand and cast "healing as before" on him, and looked suspiciously at Draco's expression, "Are you sleepwalking? We'd better take you tonight." Tie it up—I once heard of an American wizard who apparated while sleepwalking, only to wake up and find himself lying in the middle of the Sahara Desert."

People in the classroom delivered potions to the podium one after another, and Remus would give grades according to the quality of the potions.The wound healed quickly under the effect of magic, but Draco's mood became even worse, and he didn't even have the patience to continue cooking the potion.He nodded perfunctorily to Zabini, reached out to clean his cauldron, and rushed out of the classroom with his schoolbag.

Zabini's words made the little platinum nobleman feel fear and despair, like a big cold hand strangling his neck, making him unable to deceive himself any longer.Waking up every morning with a coat stained with spider silk, dusty boots, sore limbs, and a tired face—this is definitely not just a cold, nor is it sleepwalking, he thought of the diary, No matter where he hid the diary, it would appear in his schoolbag the next day.

Drake subconsciously took out the double-sided mirror and wanted to ask his father for help, but the next moment, he hesitated again.He thought of the portrait of his grandfather and his father's haggard look. The godfather had not returned for a long time after leaving the manor. He was timid, and he didn't have the courage to admit his mistakes to his father.

"Draco, what's the matter with you?" Zabini came out of the classroom and patted Malfoy on the shoulder in surprise, "You are really not right. I divided some from Pansy and Goyle's cauldron to help you Hand in your homework, I thought you went to the medical wing. Hey, who the hell are you waiting for here?" Zabini casually followed Drake's line of sight, and suddenly noticed a long golden-red hair, Ginny Weiss Lai was blocked by several Slytherin girls at the corner of the corridor, and an incredible speculation immediately emerged, "You, you probably fell in love with Ginny Weasley, right? My Merlin, Draco , did she give you a love potion? This is terrible, I'm going to take you to the hospital wing right away—”

The gossip about Draco's love didn't last long, and for most little wizards, it was just a pastime and a joke.No one believed that Malfoy and the Weasleys would produce a pair of Romeo and Juliet.Soon, almost the entire attention of Hogwarts was focused on the sensational news that England would host the Triwizard Tournament, which had been suspended for many years.

"It's held at Hogwarts, Dumbledore may not agree to it—" Fudge wiped the cold sweat on his hands vigorously, and watched the other man in the room from the corner of his eye, "Triwizard Tournament, I mean, you know Yeah, it's been a long time since the school held it." He was a stocky man with thinning hair well combed and wearing a smart striped suit who looked like a lost Horace Slughorn. .

Due to the threat of bloodlines and war, the Ministry of Magic announced a curfew, and Auror squads patrolled the entrance of Diagon Alley every night. They even gave up the plan to host the Quidditch Cup and gave up the opportunity to France.It is not difficult to hold the Triwizard Tournament. The Malfoy family has a large business in France and has always had a good relationship with the French government. The spiritual leader of Germany, His Highness Grinwald is in the next room. Si has even prepared a detailed game regulations.There is only one problem, the Triwizard Tournament has not been held in hundreds of years, and no country is willing to take the risk of the competition.The wizards who died in the competition in history accounted for almost half of the contestants, and each of them was the best wizard in the future. Now the population of the magical society withered can't afford any losses.

"Go and convince him." Fudge's hesitation made Joyce lose his patience, he twitched the corners of his mouth, showing his pale fangs, "Or I will go in person."

"No, no, I'll convince him." The poor Minister for Magic was so terrified that he almost jumped up and rushed out in a panic, crashing headfirst into Severus' arms.The strong smell of potion and the cold and terrifying face of the great magician made Fudge almost cry, and he ran away without looking back, not even having time to notice the distinctive fist mark on Severus' forehead.

This imprint was left by Fenrir. It is said that an idle werewolf was visiting the Potion Masters Association. He ran into Severus who was trying to break into the magic circle, knocked him unconscious and brought him back to Malfoy Manor.No one believed Fenrir's clumsy excuse, no doubt it was due to His Royal Highness Slytherin's unreasonable attachment to a certain half-blood wizard, but Lucius didn't go into it because of another more important reason— — Horace Slughorn has thrown himself into the trap.

"Professor Horace, I didn't expect you to visit Malfoy Manor, especially at this time." Lucius looked at the old wizard sitting on the sofa. Horace has always paid attention to maintenance. For a potion master, Staying young and healthy is not too difficult.But it is obvious that the gray sideburns and the wrinkles on the forehead all indicate the difficult life of Horace in the past few years, "I heard that you have decided to go deep into the Albanian forest to find more magic medicinal materials. It must be a wonderful journey. Mind and Shall we share?"

"Oh, yes, it's exciting and thrilling." Horace's gaze rested on Severus's swollen forehead for a moment, and his fingers rested restlessly on the rattan box at his feet, "I'm in the Albanian forest , Find something, something, something terrible." His eyes kept wandering between the two, and he was keenly aware of some differences, something must have happened between Lucius and Severus.At least before he left the UK, the two Slytherin wizards whom he had high hopes for still maintained a friendly relationship of interest, rather than the current tense atmosphere.

"Professor Horace, I am very glad that you can appear here."

The door of the reception room was opened from the outside, and Horace stood up to meet the familiar voice, Tom Riddle Slytherin, the Mysterious Man, the Dark Lord, the Heir of Slytherin, anyway, this is his favorite ever Students with the highest expectations.The red cloak and the black robe formed a stark contrast. He felt his throat dry up, and he answered with difficulty, "It's my honor, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Professor Horace, you don't need to be so polite." The tradition of respecting teachers is still engraved in Dongfang Bubai's bones. He noticed the suitcase at Horace's feet. There was no time to go home, "Has Professor Horace ever had lunch? Why don't you take a break and talk after lunch."

Dongfang Bubai's tone was very gentle, but Horace shuddered. The old wizard couldn't understand the moral standards from the Easterners, and subconsciously classified it as a euphemistic threat from Slytherin.In fact, before visiting Malfoy Manor, he went to Hogwarts, which Dumbledore wanted him to return to after Severus resigned as Potions Master and Slytherin House.

"Harry Potter here, Horace. Lily and James were once your favorite pupils, and I promise you will like Harry too, he is a bright boy and will be another potions master. Dumbledore persuaded himself in this way, "The savior taught by you, Horace, what could be greater than such an achievement?" To create a savior, such an achievement is enough to leave a name in history, it is almost His life's quest, if not for meeting Snicker LeMay in the Albanian forest.

"I found something in the Albanian forest. Perhaps, to put it another way, someone asked me to deliver something to you, Riddle." Horace was silent for a while, and finally gathered up enough courage, "There are still some Mistakes, I once taught some wrong knowledge to my students, I hope I have the opportunity to correct them now. I am sorry, Riddle, I am not a qualified professor, I was scared and ran away, you can still trust Me?"

Many years ago, when he was a student at Hogwarts, Horace did give him a lot of attention, whether it was in potions or money, this kind of special love and attention even made up for his love for his relatives. eager.But it was also Horace who, after giving him wrong information that led him down the wrong path of splitting his soul, chose to fly away and escape from it all.He couldn't trust Horace, just like he couldn't trust Joyce, he couldn't trust Severus, he couldn't even trust his own judgment, the only one he could trust was the loyal Chief Malfoy.

"There are enough guest rooms in Malfoy Manor, we can talk after you rest, Professor Horace." Horace's eyes dimmed, and Dongfang Bubai did not give an answer, which meant that he politely rejected his allegiance , "Take Professor Horace to the guest room, Severus."