mystery lover

The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ended after 10 minutes on Thursday.

This embarrassing game set a record for the fastest game in Hogwarts history after Gryffindor Seeker Potter caught the Golden Snitch.

"Too fast..." Lucas in the auditorium was already stunned. When everyone looked at the boy who suddenly stopped in the middle of the field, the boy raised a golden snitch in his hand.

"Don't worry, Senior Cedric is also a very good Seeker." Charles said to Lucas who was beside him in a cheering manner. In this kind of competition between different colleges, he still has to stand on his own college's side.

"Char," Lucas turned his head and looked at his friend beside him, "I still think we need two Seekers."

Charles: "..."

"Haha, I'm just kidding, I believe in our captain!" Lukas patted his shoulder and left the Quidditch stand with Charles, but after walking a few steps, the boy hesitated and said, "But Potter was in a bad state yesterday. I heard that he was admitted to the medical wing the day before yesterday."

Gryffindor's fighting power and resilience are beyond the comprehension of ordinary Hufflepuffs.

*****

On Friday afternoon, a certain Lord Dark Lord appeared in front of a certain little badger who had just finished class.

Charles looked at this man standing in front of him with a calm face, and finally got used to the drastic changes in the surrounding atmosphere every time this man appeared.

Under Voldemort's gesture, the boy consciously took two steps forward, and a soft mutter came out of Charles' mouth, "Why are you so idle..."

Even though he said so, the expression on the boy's face showed no resistance at all.

"Don't you like it?" There was a hint of rhetorical tone in Voldemort's words, looking at the boy's evasive eyes, just when Voldemort's hand was about to fall on Charles' waist, the boy in front of him suddenly raised his head.

The boy looked at him and said, "I like it..." After finishing speaking, Charles buried his head again.

It's really embarrassing to be honest...

Just when Voldemort's senses were once again provoked by the young man.

"Lord." This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who just walked out of the classroom.

Little Barty, who was used to his master appearing anywhere in Hogwarts, respectfully stood aside and saluted. The moment he felt the pressure of the Dark Lord, he deliberately delayed his time to leave the classroom so as not to disturb The master and the boy.

But at this moment, after receiving the Dark Lord's signal, Little Barty, who was about to leave, stopped when he saw the figure at the corner of the corridor.

After a moment of hesitation, Voldemort on the other side had already embraced the boy in his arms and set his eyes on him.

"Master, I'm sorry..." Little Barty's face showed a rare emotional change.

……

It wasn't until Voldemort and Charles left that Crouch walked quickly to the end of the corridor where the boy had just appeared.

"Draco!"

After finally stopping the platinum boy in the basement, little Barty's expression was gloomy and scary at the moment.

"What's the matter." Draco said, shaking off the hand held by the man with an expression of impatience, although he was forced to turn around in the end.

"Are you sick?" Little Barty thought of the reason why the boy was absent from school brought by other Slytherin students, and then looked at the boy who hadn't seen him for a few days, and Crouch felt a heartfelt feeling in his chest. The urge to beat up the boy in front of him.

"What do you think?" Draco raised his chin, although his figure looked a bit thin in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The boy paused for a moment, looking at Little Barty's increasingly gloomy face, Draco pulled a standard smirk, "It's so rare, the professor is caring about me?"

Little Barty looked at the smile on the boy's face, and just as he suppressed his emotions and was about to forcibly take him to another place, a voice from the other end interrupted the professor's actions.

"Draco?" Blaise looked at the tense atmosphere between their Slytherin prince and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the boy walked a few steps forward, stood beside Draco and asked, "What's wrong? "

There were quite a few of Draco's followers behind Blaise, like Goyle and Crabbe, who were also standing behind Draco at this moment, although they were quite afraid of the professor opposite.

In the minds of the Slytherin students who already had a preconceived impression of Professor Crouch on Malfoy, the current situation is undoubtedly the professor's trouble with their prince again.

"It's okay, the professor just came to show his concern for the class that I was absent." Draco said with a normal expression, his already long handsome eyebrows raised slightly, "What do you think, Crouch professor?"

Oh, please don't pay attention to such things as honorifics, at least His Royal Highness would never use such things with the man in front of him.

After a brief silence, a faint answer sounded.

"Yes." At this time, Little Barty had recovered his usual expressionless face, and the emotion that was affected by the young man was firmly suppressed in his eyes.

"Then I can go now, professor?" His Royal Highness's tone became more and more brisk, and the unhappiness and depression of the past few days also seemed to be swept away.

"Yes." Little Barty finished speaking, and after a while, a rare smile appeared on the man's face, although this smile shocked many little snakes on the opposite side, this feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake is What's going on...

Laugh at your sister!

Draco rolled his eyes in displeasure, and turned to leave.

"Draco, see you tomorrow." Batty Jr. finished, and left the suddenly cooled basement without stopping.

"damn it!"

Draco, who had already understood the meaning of the other party's words, was rarely dissatisfied with the so-called routine gathering among nobles.

Of course the Platinum Prince knew that this time, that is, tomorrow's party was at his home, oh, the beautiful and elegant Malfoy Manor.

It's just that Crouch, who almost never shows up at parties, can suddenly have a whim? !

Oh, I don't know if it's too late to tell Dad that I'm going to prepare for a Quidditch match so I can't go home this weekend?

"Hey, let me say, what's the matter with you?" Blaise said to the platinum prince whose expression had changed several times.

However, the originally ordinary question caused a huge reaction in Draco's heart at this moment, and this directly caused the already confused Prince to blurt out, "What can I have with him?!"

After speaking, Draco walked straight to the Slytherin common room, leaving Blaise still standing there in a daze.

"Did I just say that...?"

*****

At this time, in Voldemort's manor, a certain little badger was fighting hard for its own rights.

"That..." Charles looked at the red-eyed man sitting behind the desk, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Slytherin...can you let them...treat me like usual?"

Listening to the boy's words, Voldemort said disapprovingly, "Do you think they are not normal enough for you?"

"..."

of course not!Charles said in his heart.

But the boy finally said the truth, "It feels like being bowed down in school...it's weird."

"You have to get used to this, Char." Voldemort put down the quill he just picked up, and looked at the boy in front of him, "Stay with me."