[HP] Lost and Returning

Salazar's low pressure persisted for the rest of the weekend and into Monday, making Lucius's entire Sunday homework trip a pain in the ass.

When he finally sent the boy to class, Lucius slumped on the chair, his stomach was throbbing, caused by too much pressure, he let out a long sigh, he really didn't know how long he could last here.Fortunately, the boy will be in class for most of the next five days, which gives him room to relax.

However, things were not as good as he had imagined. In the afternoon, Lucius prepared the textbooks, parchment and other utensils, and routinely and respectfully returned: "Wait for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Salazar looked up, his eyebrows were fighting: "No." He responded bluntly, expecting that brat can't do anything to him!

not going?Lucius was dumbfounded. Under normal circumstances, boys would go to class. At most, they would leave halfway and go back to the dormitory early, but it was rare for them not to go.

Salazar's eyes fell on the desk, he raised his hand, and flames burst out, surrounding the books and parchment, and in an instant, the desk became empty, with no ashes left on it, but the desk itself was intact .

Lucius' eyes straightened, not because of the boy's horrifying magic, but because besides the newly prepared textbooks and utensils, there were also homework written on the desk, which was due tomorrow, and he spent a whole day on Sunday writing it. Well, in order to write these first-grade homework, he also re-read the first-grade books.

"Let's go out for a stroll." Salazar stood up.

"...I haven't finished my homework yet." Lucius reminded in a disguised form that if he couldn't hand in his homework tomorrow, the boy would only blame him. It's better to say this kind of thing earlier.

"Didn't you write yesterday?" Salazar frowned.

Lucius wanted to cry, but he pointed to the desk: "... just burned it." In the future, never put the homework on the desk, put it away carefully, and take it out when it is time to hand it in.This is the lesson.

Salazar turned his head to look a little numbly: "Oh, then you continue to write, I will go out by myself."

The door slammed shut, and Lucius reluctantly took out a new piece of parchment and wrote it again, remembering that he had never worked so hard on his studies when he was a student.

As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Godric continued to play the role of the story king. He could only scratch his head looking at the vacant seats. It is estimated that Salazar will never come to this classroom again in the future.

……

Salazar wasn't wandering the castle, most of the students were in class and was seen as having trouble explaining, so he ran outside.Harry?Potter can't go this way. This boy grew up in the Muggle world and doesn't know much about the Potter family. He lost his clue again. What should we do this time?

"So, you should go to Hogsmeade with me! That way nothing will happen!"

"Hermione, I'm fine."

Salazar pricked up his ears. It was Harry and Hermione, behind the bushes.

"Quidditch training is very important." This time it was Ron: "You don't know, Professor Wilson is really good!"

"I don't think there's anything good about him. Didn't you find out that his teaching characteristics are very similar to a certain professor." Hermione was long past the age at which little girls adore him, and she, who loves to learn, saw it in the first class Professor Wilson's ignorance.

"You mean Professor Lockhart?" Harry responded quickly.

"That's right, the same flamboyance, the same lack of real ability." Hermione nodded heavily.

"He's different, what he said is very real." Ron defended, he especially admired the professor who taught them how to play on the Quidditch pitch: "He has real talents." Ron said and looked at Harry, I hope my friends can stand by me.

Harry waved his hand awkwardly, not wanting to get involved in the discussion.

Hermione glared at Ron, and was about to refute further, when Crookshanks in her arms jumped out.

"Meow -" called lazily, Crookshanks walked through the rustling bushes, jumped to a pair of feet, and rubbed affectionately.

"Crookshanks—" Hermione quickly caught up and saw the eye-catching platinum gold at a glance: "Ah, is that you?"

Salazar lowered his head and picked up the cat. Crookshanks took the opportunity to lick it with his tongue, and Salazar's left cheek was instantly watermarked.Crookshanks is very smart, it distinguishes the harmlessness and strength of the other party, that's why it shows such an intimate side.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione was embarrassed, and Harry and Ron who followed behind also saw this scene. Their first thought was that this scene was funny.

Salazar wiped his face with the back of his hand and patted the cat's head, and Crookshanks responded with a meow that sounded like a baby.

"I'm so sorry." Hermione blinked, and she tentatively said, "Abraxas, you don't have class this afternoon?"

"Come out for a walk if you're bored." Salazar handed the cat back, but didn't answer directly.He took a few steps forward and saw clearly the layout on the ground at this time, a large tablecloth with some strange-shaped items messily placed on it, and several teacups.

"We are having afternoon tea." Harry explained with a smile. Hermione strongly asked to come out to get some fresh air, and brought all kinds of snacks bought from Honeydukes. He knew that Hermione was just worried about him: "Do you want to try it?" ?”

Food is currently a part of Salazar's interest. In fact, the life Salazar wants is very simple. Eat, sleep, and wake up to see not wizards, not Muggles, but his own kind, that's all .

Ron watched this Malfoy accept the invitation and sat down. He was really not used to a Malfoy being so casual.Hermione and Harry looked at each other and sat down, Ron had no choice but to sit down.

Salazar's attention was completely attracted by the food. He picked up a fork and began to taste the special aroma. The taste was not bad, even better than the mushroom.

The golden trio watched dumbfounded as the eerie Malfoy ate without a word with first-class dining etiquette until he ate two cheesecakes, two coconut sorbet balls and five crispy milk cakes on the tablecloth. It was completely clean, not even a scrap left. After eating, he looked blankly at the large bottle of honey citron tea that was put aside.

"If you're thirsty, please drink." Hermione came back to her senses and took out a new cup from her pocket, helping to pour a cup.

Salazar drank it down in one gulp without any politeness. The taste was a bit bland, but it was okay.Seeing this, Hermione poured another glass, and Ron tugged at his friend Harry's sleeve, winking.

"Would you like some candy?" Hermione didn't even know why she suggested this, but she took some candy from her pocket and handed it over.

The outer layer of floral paper was inedible, Salazar could tell, he peeled off the candy wrapper, one by one, the taste of this thing was even better, the name is candy?For thousands of years, the strength of wizards has declined a lot, and the food has really improved a lot: "Not bad." They will praise, which proves that Salazar is really satisfied.

"Aren't you tired?" Ron's tongue was numb. Eating less sweets is a pleasure, and eating too much is a pain. This Malfoy actually ate Hermione's snacks for a month.

Salazar shook his head, it's delicious, why bother: "Where did you buy it?"

"Honeydukes," Harry replied.

"Oh." Salazar didn't ask any further questions, but lowered his head and took out a bottle from his pocket and threw it to the green-eyed boy.

"What is this?" Harry wondered.

"Blood tonic." The two bottles that Professor Snape gave him have now been sent out. After eating dessert, Salazar felt much better. He pointed to Harry's face and said, "You are very pale." For wizards , Most of the reasons for the pale face are excessive blood loss.

Is this expressing concern?Why does it sound so awkward.

Harry touched his face, he was pale because of lack of sleep, not blood loss, what do you need blood tonic for!

Salazar didn't care so much, he stood up, patted the dust off his body, and saluted slightly: "Thank you for your hospitality." After speaking, he turned and left.The remaining three people looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was a mess all over the place.