Dark Lord, please let go

If Draco knew that he would encounter the current situation in the library, he would definitely stay in the restaurant, even if he had to endure the ridicule of Pansy and Blaise, it was better than the current embarrassing situation.

Resisting the urge to tear the parchment apart, Draco kept his attention on the reference book as best he could, continuing to ignore the cheeky man sitting next to him.It's just that the man didn't seem to notice Draco's gloomy face at all, and even took away the reference book that Draco was looking down at.

"If you're writing Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, this book isn't for you." Lauder squinted his scarlet eyes, his slender fingers slid across the line Draco had just read. "This book is more suitable for second-year students, Draco."

Draco looked annoyed at Lauder's words.

"Professor Lauder, I can complete my homework independently." Draco pulled the aria contemptuously, and raised his chin arrogantly, "It's just a first-year homework, I don't think it will cause me any trouble, and I don't need a professor Extraordinary guidance."

Meeting Professor Lauder in the library originally made Draco suffocate, especially when there were so many empty seats in the library, he actually sat beside him, as if they were very familiar.If it weren't for Professor Lauder, Draco would probably have started looking for information from the last 60 years, about why 1991 became so strange.

"You have just learned the Defense Against the Dark Arts course Draco, and you have just entered school, so the professor should guide you."

Draco could swear that when Professor Lauder said that he had just entered school, his tone obviously increased, as if he was emphasizing something.It's just that Draco doesn't want to know what Professor Lauder means. He doesn't want to get in touch with a professor who looks like Tom now, that will only make Draco's temper even more irritable.

Quickly stuffing the textbooks and parchment on the table into the school bag, Draco said goodbye to Professor Lauder without any sincerity, and then left the library with a stack of borrowed books under the surprised eyes of other students.

After Draco returned to the Slytherin common room with the book in his hand, he received Blaise's astonished expression. He looked at the book in Draco's hand in disbelief, "Draco, I have to admit that the Sorting Hat is Yes, you should go to Ravenclaw."

Blaise's exaggerated movements drew echoes of approval from the Slytherin students on the side.

Draco rolled his eyes, threw the thick stack of books on the coffee table, made a muffled "bang", he threw himself into the sofa weakly, then picked up a magic book and flipped through it Arrived at the catalog page.

Ever since he met Tom Riddle, Draco found that he could no longer leave the library. He pounced on the books every day to find all kinds of information. It used to be about black magic of time, but now , He actually started to study "History of Magic" again.Draco has gone all the way in the direction of the nerd, even though it's the last thing he wants to do.

Browsing through the catalog quickly, Draco changed another one and continued to read carefully. He completely ignored the gazes of the people around him and just looked down at the book, which made Pansy and Blaise, who were bored, finally leave the sofa and ran to other places. friends to pass the time.

After Draco scanned all the books borrowed from the library, he found that none of them contained what he needed to know. There was no mention of the Dark Lord, no mention of the Mysterious Man, and no mention of the Savior. There is no trace of these.

But the mysterious man is real...

Draco threw the books on the coffee table angrily. He actually wasted the whole afternoon reading these books, and the worst part was that he got nothing.

Or he should go directly to the person concerned to find out the truth, which is much faster than guessing here and there.but……

Dumbledore's name was first crossed out by Draco, that wise headmaster, Draco was a little afraid to look at him 60 years ago, let alone now.Professor McGonagall is not in the scope of Draco's consideration either. The transfiguration professor who is very serious about Quidditch but now has become rigid. Draco doesn't know how to get information from her. She doesn't know that she is Draco Malfoy in 60 years.

In the end, Draco had to put his hope on Hagrid. That stupid big man seemed very easy to fool. He might only need to endure for half an hour before he could ask all the things he wanted to know.

Having made up his mind, Draco ran to Hagrid's dilapidated cabin without even eating dinner.

Knocking on the door in disgust, Draco tried to look polite, even though he knew it wouldn't help.

"Oh, you're Draco Malfoy from Slytherin." Hagrid was confused for a moment after opening the door, but soon greeted Draco happily. "I know you because you look so much like your grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, who was my senior at Hogwarts."

"Hello." Draco lifted the corners of his mouth feebly, glanced at the hound Fang Fang, who was drooling under Hagrid's feet, and instantly felt as if something was churning in his stomach.At that moment, Draco was very thankful that he came to Hagrid without having dinner, otherwise he would have spit it out in front of the cabin in a very shameless manner.

"What's the matter?" Hagrid pushed open the wooden door and warmly invited Draco to enter.

In order to know the truth, Draco suppressed all the reluctance in his heart, followed Hagrid into the cabin, but after he saw the other people in the room, he suddenly felt that his behavior here was really stupid , nothing could be worse than now.

Draco stared at the three Gryffindors sitting on the sofa in the room, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom.It may be that this time Draco did not take the lead in finding trouble with the Scarhead Savior. The relationship between him and Gryffindor is not so good that he would pull out his wand when they meet, but it is definitely not friendly, at least from the perspective of Potter and Wayne. Sly could tell by looking at him now that he was definitely not welcome here.

"A Slytherin?" Weasley looked at Hagrid who brought Draco in complainingly, "Hagrid, how did you let a Slytherin into the house?"

"Ron, Draco's grandfather was my senior, you know... not all Slytherin students are that bad." Hagrid explained somewhat at a loss.

Hearing a half-giant call his Christian name Draco nearly ruined the polite image he was trying to maintain, but he hadn't forgotten what he was here for.

"Red hair..." Draco sneered, and his eyes critically fell on Ron Weasley's nose, which was covered with freckles, "I heard my dad say that the red-haired Gryffindor, There are many children..."

The following words were swallowed by Draco, even though he really wanted to repeat what he said when he and Ron met for the first time, but unfortunately, when Draco saw the one that Ron was wearing, although it looked not very fashionable, , but immediately closed his mouth after putting on the brand new robe.When will Weasley, who is poor and can only use second-hand goods, be able to wear new robes?Draco felt that things were getting further and further away from what he knew.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy!" Hearing Draco's slightly mocking tone, Ron stood up excitedly, and even drew out his own wand, pointing at Draco.

"—Don't, buddy!" Harry pressed Ron's hand holding the wand at once, "Malfoy didn't say anything, you can't cast jinxes at him, think about Professor McGonagall."

"Harry is right Ron, Malfoy did nothing." Neville on the side also persuaded Ron.

"...Didn't you hear what he said?" Ron struggled to say something, but suddenly found that Hagrid had stood in front of him at some point, completely blocking Draco behind him.

"Ron, Draco just said hello, saying that Mr. Malfoy mentioned your family, look, he just said that the redhead is Gryffindor, and your family has a lot of children." Hagrid told Ron Pushing back on the sofa and sitting down, he looked at Draco very apologetically.

"Oh, Draco, what do you want from me?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and glanced in the direction of the three Gryffindors. He didn't expect that the scar-headed savior was so smart now that he didn't point his wand at himself as impulsively as the red hair.

"I respect my grandfather a lot, but he passed away before I was born, so I would like to ask something about my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy's time at school."

Draco suppressed the disgust in his heart and sat on the wooden stool that Hagrid had brought for him.

"Damn it, Malfoy! We came first, Hagrid!" Ron stared at Draco resolutely.

"Then it's up to you first, I have no objection." Draco pursed his lips displeased, but in order to know the answer, he unexpectedly didn't have the same knowledge as Ron, anyway, he would always find a chance to retaliate.See, even if he didn't bother Scarhead and Redhead, they'd still be rivals, and he wasn't meant to be Gryffindor.

"Why should we let you hear what we say?"

In fact, the three Gryffindors didn't have any important things to say to Hagrid. Their parents had a good relationship with Hagrid during school, so the three Gryffindors made an appointment to come to Hagrid's little school together. Take a look at the wooden house, who knows that a Slytherin popped out halfway.Especially on the train, after Ron met Blaise Zabini and had an unpleasant encounter with him, Ron had the idea that Slytherins were not good people.

"Since you don't ask, then I'll come first." Draco narrowed his eyes impatiently. He couldn't guarantee that if Ron said one more word, he would be able to resist giving him a curse.