[HP] So you are such Anita

In the curved library of Malfoy Manor, Draco sat on the red velvet sofa, flipping through an old magic book in his hand. Thirty-two-foot-tall bookshelves cling to the curved walls, and a spiral staircase is suspended in midair.

Most of the magic books stood obediently in the bookshelves, but there were always some weird magic books flying out of the bookshelves, biting and fighting in mid-air.

Draco tried hard to memorize the spells in the spellbook with a heavy face, forcing himself not to think about Anita.

All he can do now is to constantly absorb knowledge and learn more spells.Aggressive, protective, blocking, restorative, all...

He will never be willful again.

A proud Slytherin, a proud Malfoy, should shoulder his birthright.

In the shadow of the spiral staircase, Mrs. Malfoy looked worriedly at her son who hadn't been out of the library since he returned from Field Manor, holding hot chocolate and muffins in his hand.She hesitated and hesitated, but chose to use the Levitation Charm to quietly place the food on the desk in front of Draco, and turned to leave.

In the hall, Mr. Malfoy was meditating in front of the burning fireplace, and Narcissa sat across from him with a sullen face.

"Still reading?" Lucius stroked the silver snake head on the wand.

"Hmm." Narcissa responded lightly.

"Sissy, are you still angry?"

"Of course, you shouldn't have told Draco those things." Narcissa had always disapproved of Lucius' decision to tell Draco those things.

"Draco got too close to the little girl from the Auerbach family. I don't even know how much he knows. Instead of letting him think about it, it's better to tell him the reality and put him in a place we can control." place," Lucius sighed, "the unknown is the scariest thing, Sissy."

Who would have thought that the dark magic item left by Voldemort could become a young Voldemort? Lucius wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the Ministry of Magic to sweep up the black magic item and throw it away. I went around.

Is that Tom guy getting revenge on himself for throwing away the diary?

If so, it would be much easier to deal with. An immature 16-year-old is much easier to fool than a brutal 60-year-old. The huge benefits contained in this are enough to offset the humiliation.

When the boy who looked exactly like Voldemort appeared on the dance floor, whether it was a fool who thought the boy was Voldemort's son, or a wise man who knew the boy was Voldemort like him, they immediately realized what a rare opportunity it was.

The young boy launched by the Field family, the young boy who was tacitly existed by Dumbledore, the young boy who can gather the forces left by Voldemort, ah, what a perfect existence.

What a perfect chess piece, a sharp weapon, and a shield.

Yes, the position of the Malfoy family will always be the chess player behind the scenes, not the chess piece in the hands of others.

However, Abraxas died too early back then, and Lucius was too young...

However, what did the Field family want to do, Lucius thought of the family that had been hiding behind the scenes.

After all, no matter which Voldemort it is, it was launched by Faol Field himself, that skinny old man who didn't know how long he lived, and has always been the dealer behind the scenes. In fact, they don't have such an urgent reason to do so.

The Field family has always been eccentric and their behavior is incomprehensible, but adopting the boy in such a blatant way clearly draws a line from Voldemort.

It is enough to be clear about this, and now that the future has shown a visible clarity, time can be spared to settle old scores with an old man.

"Sissy, this is a good thing. On the eve of the danger approaching, it is the moment when the wizard's magic power grows rapidly." Lucius stood up from the sofa and walked towards the fireplace, "And I will turn this danger into a disaster for you." Good opportunity, you just have to wait for this moment and enjoy the sweet fruit."

Lucius bent down and kissed Narcissa on the cheek, "I have to go to Hogwarts, and I'll be back in a while."

Lucius stepped into the burning fireplace and disappeared into the flames.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, a scroll of sheepskin was spread out in front of Professor Dumbledore, and a quill pen was used to write and draw on the case. The little phoenix stood quietly on the stand beside the winding staircase, its bright red tail feathers drooping slightly.

"Oh, Fox, we have guests here." Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.

At the same time, there was a unique "bang" sound from the fireplace, and the quill on Dumbledore's desk turned into a piece of ordinary fluff and flew away with the air waves.

Wearing a loose black wizard robe and holding a wand with a snake head, Lucius walked arrogantly to Dumbledore's desk, and unceremoniously used the Transfiguration Charm to get himself a wide-backed cashmere chair.

Dumbledore pushed all kinds of candy to the place closest to Lucius on the desk, "Candy, Lucius? Honeyduke's latest model, children like it very much."

"No, Professor Dumbledore, you should know why I came to you." Lucius looked at Dumbledore gracefully.

"Even Honeydukes' candy can't make you feel better? Well, well, just tell me, there was a major accident in the school this time, the old man Dumbledore is old, he should be the headmaster Up and down." Dumbledore shrugged his nose, looking a little sad.

"Enough." Lucius raised his eyebrows lightly. "I think a responsible principal should explain the whole incident to the victim's parents."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, looked up at the portraits of previous headmasters who were pretending to be asleep on the wall of the headmaster's office, and ate a piece of candy helplessly.

"At first, we thought it was just a child's prank, but now, things seem to be getting serious, maybe Hogwarts will be closed until the reason for this series of accidents is found out. For these things, we will give a Satisfied confession."

"It seems that Professor Dumbledore hasn't figured out the ending of the story yet," Lucius smiled mockingly, "The basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has the ability to turn people into stone, and the person who opens the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is only It could be a descendant of Slytherin. Now I heard that Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin, but we all know that according to the family tree of the Potter family, this is impossible. So who opened the Chamber of Secrets, And who made that person appear at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, forgive me, I can't say much to you ex-Death Eater." Dumbledore's half-moon glasses glowed.

"You don't need to tell me, I already know it, and I have to correct you, I have never voluntarily joined the Death Eaters." Lucius stroked his wand, "The term ex-Death Eater is a bit inappropriate."

"Cough, sorry, what did you just say?" Dumbledore seemed to be choking on sugar, and coughed a few times while covering his beard.

Lucius darkened his face, "I thought you hadn't reached the point of deafness yet, it seems I was wrong."

"Oh, Lucius, my friend, I'm glad you think so," Dumbledore immediately straightened up and straightened his beard, "The speed of the Malfoy family's judgment is truly admirable. "

Lucius hooked his lips in a happy mood, "Professor Dumbledore's precise calculation is really amazing."

The air in the Hogwarts principal's office froze for a moment, "This evaluation really makes me a little sad." Dumbledore peeled off another candy and threw it into his mouth.

"Maomaoya mints." A slightly magnetic male voice came from outside the office.

A blond wizard in a lake blue robe walked up the stairs turned into Dumbledore's office with a smile on his face.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, it's an honor to meet you here. I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Professor Lockhart saw Mr. Malfoy sitting in front of the desk at a glance, his smile became more enthusiastic, and Lockhart extended his hand towards Lucius enthusiastically.

"Ah, Professor Lockhart, Draco has mentioned you to me, it was a pleasure meeting you."

Lucius stood up, skillfully avoiding Lockhart's hand, and glanced at Dumbledore arrogantly, "I'll take my leave first, Professor Dumbledore, I will tell Draco about Hogwarts latest news."

Lucius hooked the corners of his mouth in a sarcasm, and walked into the fireplace on his own, leaving Gilderoy Lockhart behind with a loud bang and a stiff smile.

"Professor Lockhart, what's the matter?" Dumbledore swept all the sugar on the desk into his cloak.

Lockhart immediately smiled brightly again.

"Principal Dumbledore, the owl in the south has brought me news. A small fishing port by the sea has been attacked by mermaids. My admirers ask me to help, because I don't know how long it will take, so I want to temporarily Resign as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore nodded, "I'm sorry to hear the news, but I still wish you the best of luck in getting rid of the mermaid."

Lockhart presented his resignation letter with a sigh of relief, and gave a wizard salute to Professor Dumbledore, "If Hogwarts needs it, I am willing to come back to work at any time, but this time it happened suddenly, whenever people think of the fishing port Under the threat of the mermaid, I felt as restless as if I was being watched by a hag.”

"I wish you a smooth journey."

"Thank you very much, because the situation is urgent, I need to leave immediately, goodbye."

Looking at the lake-blue back with easy steps, Dumbledore opened a drawer on the desk and took out a written letter from it. It was an advertisement for Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

This guy Lockhart really lived up to expectations and slipped away. Professor McGonagall's judgment was really accurate.

But it doesn't seem to work to put this ad out now.

Things have to be sorted out before the Ministry of Magic officially gets involved.

Dumbledore stared at the letter in his hand in a daze.

The appearance of that gloomy 16-year-old boy was really a headache, and Dumbledore didn't know how he should treat that child.

But now, it's time to have a good talk with him.