[HP] Devil is alive

Third year was business as usual, except there was no Lucius and his two "friends" on the train and at the academy.

The Snake Court was not affected in any way by the death of Bina—the Ravenclaw girl. Dumbledore, as he said, treated everyone as before until the investigation was clear.

Snape put the book away, and then looked at his deskmate who had been in a daze since he got up in the morning.To be exact, Messiah has been out of order for a long time. After receiving a letter from Lucius this morning, he began to turn from silence to daze...

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class hadn't even started yet, and Snape finally decided to ask what had happened.

"It's nothing," Messiah shook his head and smiled, "Don't you suspect that these murders are all related? Lucius said that he and another official will participate in the investigation on behalf of Endless City, and they will come in a few days Hogwarts."

"So, little Mr. Malfoy can't wait to meet his brother whom he hasn't seen for a 'long time'?" Snape deliberately emphasized the word "long time", which was a blatant ridicule to others.

You know, it's only been less than a week since school started!

"You guessed it, Sev." Messiah smiled, and fell silent again.

Snape, who was not good at words, could not think of anything else to do other than sit beside Messiah and stay silent with him.

……

That night, he returned to his room in Malfoy Manor in a state of dismay, almost in a state of distress. He didn't notice Lucius' presence at all, and rushed into the bathroom for almost an hour before coming out.

His elder brother in this life sat on the sofa in the small hall and questioned him where he went so late and why he came back so badly.

He contradicted him, overtly and secretly, trying to drive him away.

He didn't want to see anyone, it was just closer to Malfoy Manor.If it was so noisy here, he would rather go out.

Lucius got angry, stepped forward and grabbed him, and then found his frighteningly low body temperature, knowing that he had been flushing cold water when he went in, so he immediately dragged him to the bed and wrapped him in a quilt.

He used the warming spell very skillfully - this was originally a very simple magic.But after casting the spell, his elder brother hugged him again, without saying anything, no more arguing, no more pressing questions.

"Mia, you are my brother..." After a long time, when Messiah gradually fell asleep under the effect of the warming spell and himself, Lucius said this, his voice was so small that it seemed to be muttering Soliloquy.

What happened that night was his own problem, and Messiah understood that his quarrel with Lucius was just venting his anger.But in the end, Lucius, who had nothing wrong with himself, backed down and continued to tolerate him like a brother would do.

In the future, the Messiah thought, he might be "better".In the next few years, be a "good son" and "good brother".An image of a bright, gifted Malfoy who sadly died young was painted in the memory of many people.He may not be as famous as other Malfoys, but in the end, he will polish this Malfoy... a surname that is cunning, profiteering, hypocritical, and extremely gentle to relatives...

As long as you don't betray Tom, the glory of the Malfoy family will never fade!I promise……

"Oh, it's a good thing I'm not late!" Potter's grumpy voice was harsh in the quiet classroom, interrupting Messiah's thoughts.

"Peter... for Merlin's sake, get up earlier next time!" Black sat on the seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

They obviously ran all the way here, panting one by one.

"It's always like this, so I won't care about you next time!" Potter snorted, "I don't know what you're doing at night."

"Children, it's time for class." The arrival of the glamorous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor successfully rescued Pedilu. The timid boy was scolded by his companions and almost hid in the corner of the table.

A beautiful silver-haired woman who seems to be of Veela blood was leaning on the podium, her movements were smooth and lazy, and her every move had a unique charm, "Today's class we are going to talk about Boggarts..."

The voice of the female professor is always a bit strange and hoarse. I don't know if she is "accustomed" to speaking French, or for some other reason. To others, it sounds like a small claw scratching her heart. There is a feeling of... wanting .It is no exaggeration to say that Professor Abigail, who came to Hogwarts less than a year ago, is the dream lover of many seniors. Her young and beautiful appearance and mysterious temperament attract many people.

Of course, there are some people who don't like this, such as a certain Mr. Potter in the classroom.It's not because he's too young, but... As a "man" who "belongs to himself", he thinks this Professor Abigail is too coquettish, like a goblin who seduces people everywhere—this is Ni Na told Messiah, because the little girl was also one of the students who hated Professor Abigail.

The beautiful professor, who was sought after by half of the people and spurned by the other half, emptied the classroom, and at the same time moved a big wardrobe, so that the students of the Lion School and the Snake School interspersed with each other and lined up, "As the book says, no one knows What a Boggart looks like, they can transform and become what people fear most. So, people often find them very scary."

thump—

thump—

There was a violent banging sound from the closet, as if some kind of giant creature was locked inside, and everyone couldn't help but doubt whether the small closet was strong.

Professor Abigail continued: "But in fact, a simple magic can remove it..."

"Funny, funny." Mr. James Potter recited the spell verbatim, and from his furrowed brows, it could be seen that he could hardly bear the torment by the professor's "magnetic" voice—he Just because Pediru got up late and made them not only skip breakfast, but also ran over like crazy all the way.

On top of that, coming here in such a nondescript way just to avoid being late for a class taught by an obnoxious professor makes him feel like eating slugs—no, makes him sick!

"Very good!" The woman clapped her hands, with an invariable pampering and tolerant smile on her delicately made-up face—this made it even more apparent that Potter was making trouble out of no reason.

Having been tricked by the Messiah so many times, the little lion still doesn't know how to spell the word devious.

"Just like what Mr. Potter said," the woman leaned against the wall bonelessly, turning a deaf ear to the sound of the Boggart slamming into the closet, and some little wizards had already stepped back a few steps because of it, "Funny and funny can make The Boggart becomes the funniest thing you think. The more people there are, the easier it is to deal with the Boggart—because it doesn’t know what it should be. From here, you can also peek at the killing Boggart The real way, that is: laughter—laughing. Having said so much, we should demonstrate it in person, and continue to explain after we have a more intuitive feeling.”

The scattered formation just now assembled again immediately, but this time, the order changed slightly, and Pedilou was pushed to the first place after turning around, although Potter and others soon found out and because of Mi Saiyan and Snape stood in the second and third indifferently and couldn't swallow their breath. They also followed in the fourth, fifth and sixth, but Pedilu has reason to believe that most of the reasons for this are They like to show off, and being pushed to the first place may not even be half of the weight of Malfoy and Snape standing in front!

"Mr. Pediru, then... what are you most afraid of?" Professor Abigail crossed her chest with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other, walking towards the closet while asking, her slender figure following her movements...

Oh, he couldn't take his eyes off it!

Yes, Pedilu is also one of the students who like Professor Abigail.why not?Professor Abigail is beautiful, knowledgeable, and gentle... Oh, her gentleness is simply more sincere than those who call themselves friends like Potter, and Lily is worthless compared to her!

It's just that he is not strong enough, so every time Potter and the others belittle Professor Abigail, he can only stand quietly by the side.Merlin knew how angry he was!

Facing the woman's question, Pediru grabbed his robe nervously, wanted to answer, but felt too embarrassed, if he didn't answer, the professor might be upset...

"I..." The short little wizard swallowed, "I...I..."

"It's okay, don't be nervous," Professor Abigail said with a smile, "Think about something you find ridiculous, and cast a spell on it when it appears, it's very simple, we are by your side."

Abigail unlocked the closet, and the wooden door was quietly pushed open.The professor came to Pediru, smiled reassuringly, and looked at the closet with her students.

A foot stepped out, not very big, to be precise, it was the foot of a boy in his teens, and it was still wearing the same robes as those of the little wizards... No, this is... It came out of another Diru!

There was some noise in the classroom, and the thing that Pediru was most afraid of walking out of the closet turned out to be himself!It's almost like looking in a mirror!

"Hey, what's going on, is this Boggart okay?" Black patted James on the shoulder in front, with a gloating expression on his face.

"Who knows, maybe it's something else..." Potter shrugged, and his tone seemed to question whether Professor Abigail got the teaching materials wrong.

None of them paid attention to Pedilu's condition, or could they not see him with his back turned to them?

Or, how Pediru is not as important as Abigail's reaction...

Messiah noticed that the little boy in front of him was trembling and couldn't stop. He didn't seem to hear Professor Abigail talking, and he held his wand tightly in his hand, but didn't move.Even if he couldn't see his face, he could imagine how scared he was... maybe, he was already petrified?

The Boggart opposite him didn't do anything, just looked at him calmly, with a relaxed smile on his face.Don't know why Pediru is afraid of this, maybe he is afraid of himself?self loathing?

who knows...

Oh no, not the same!Messiah found out that the Boggart on the opposite side has a more likable feeling than the real Pediru.Nothing about his appearance has changed, but the relaxed expression on his face made his whole temperament different.Such subtle changes are generally invisible to those who are not friends or people who are good at observing.

Finally, when Pediru and Bogut "looked affectionately" for nearly 2 minutes but Pediru did not respond, Professor Abigail had to let him go to the chair next to him to rest for a while, so as not to be delayed by him The little wizards in the back are practicing.

"Then, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Abigail took a few steps back, allowing Messiah to come forward.

Boggart maintained his Pediru look, blinked at Messiah, and seemed to be thinking.

Can't see what to be afraid of?Messiah raised the corners of his lips.How could he have anything to be afraid of?

The confident Messiah didn't take any measures to protect himself. After a few seconds, the Boggart quickly turned around a few times, and a tall, old man appeared, standing quietly in front of the Messiah.

Messiah frowned, but for a second or two, the Boggart seemed to feel something was wrong, and continued to turn around, turning into a giant butterfly.At this time, Messiah had already raised his wand... However, this Boggart was still not stable for too long. Before Messiah could say the spell, he turned around a few more times. This time, he turned into a black-haired black-eyed man. boy.

"Funny, funny." The blunt syllables of the curse were almost distorted, released with the support of powerful magic power, and hit the Boggart.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy immediately turned into a small wooden sculpture and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"...very good," Professor Abigail raised his eyebrows, "Slytheringa ten."

The rest of Gryffindor's trio looked at Snape who walked forward in a very tacit understanding. He was the only person with black hair and black eyes who knew little Malfoy—they were afraid of making the Messiah The person who actually is interested.But they also immediately found that Snape was completely different from that boy. Although the boy was very young, it could be seen that he was a beautiful boy and would be handsome in the future - by comparison, Snape was much more ordinary.

The eyes he looked at Messiah at that time were also very calm, not scary at all, why...

After all, is this a Boggart?Why are things so weird!It's me, an old man, a butterfly, and a boy, none of them are scary, okay?

Messiah sat on a chair beside him, calmly looking at the little wizard who came forward to test him.Hear their exclamation, laughter...

The first man - the first life created his father, he is not afraid of him.

The second butterfly...has nothing to say, and the Messiah will not be afraid of...her.

The fourth boy... like a stranger, probably... not afraid.

Messiah lowered his head, and the things that he had forced himself not to think about in the past few days poured out one after another...

Hatred is far from the pain of indifference. He can face Tom's resentment indifferently, but he can't face it, but he is afraid of his forgetting and his indifference.

It's like they've never met before...

This class was finally completed safely, and Abigail couldn't get any benefits from it. Potter and the others turned their finger on Pedilu, who caused Gryffindor to not get extra points.But no matter how hard they asked, Pedilu didn't say why he was "afraid of himself", and they were still exploring this issue until the end of get out of class.

After all the students left, the female professor packed up her lesson plans and put the Boggart and wardrobe back where they belonged.Soon, a fiery red lizard crawled out from the gap in the wall, came to Abigail's feet, opened its mouth, and let out a man's voice: "What's the matter?"

"Give this to Lord Yashin." Abigail took out a red spar the size of a fingernail with a solemn face, and what she said at this time was neither English nor French.

"He is?!" Lizard's eyes widened.

"Give it to Lord Yashin, Louis, immediately." Abigail ordered.

"...Yes." The lizard grabbed the memory crystal in the woman's hand and crawled out of the classroom along the same path.

If Abigail didn't say it, could it be that he, Louis Walter, has no magic power and can't activate the engram like that trash of Lyra? !

That Messiah, if he is, he Louis Walter will never let him go!