The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Christopher, why did you get together with someone like Potter?" Draco Malfoy walked up to Jon and asked in a reproachful tone.

"Potter... isn't that Harry Potter?" Jon didn't seem to notice the strangeness on Malfoy's face at all. Instead, he put on an expression of excitement: "The legendary man who defeated the mysterious man will never die. Boy..."

"...I heard his name in Durmstrang. In the Triwizard Tournament last year, he even..." Jon blinked suddenly and looked at Malfoy suspiciously: "What's wrong, De Laco?"

Draco Malfoy glanced at Jon like a fool.

He waved his hand, motioned Jon to follow, and then led Jon to a corner of the corridor on the sixth floor with no people.

"That's all in the past!" Malfoy glanced at his surroundings warily, lowered his voice, and said, "Now, times have changed!"

"That...Draco...I don't quite understand..." Jon put on a confused expression.

"Of course, you haven't been to the UK a few days." Malfoy asked rhetorically, "I don't think you have the habit of reading the Daily Prophet?"

"No, I have." Jon shook his head. "But I usually only look at the headlines of the Daily Prophet."

"That's right!" Malfoy's face showed a smirk: "If you look closely at the daily Prophet Daily, especially some of the small pages, you will understand what is going on..."

"Can you explain..." Jon asked tentatively.

"All in all, Potter and Dumbledore have fallen from the altar... This is the best news for us!" Malfoy said with a serious face.

"I still don't quite understand..." Jon shook his head still confused.

"You just need to remember, stay away from Potter and his friends!" Malfoy reminded softly: "They will one day be liquidated...and we will become the rulers of this world. !"

Malfoy’s voice was almost lower and lower, and finally he almost reached Jon’s ear: “Some things are not convenient to say in Hogwarts. When I go to Hogsmeade for the first time in early October, Just broom, we will have a party, then I will invite you over..."

"Party?" Jon continued to ask curiously.

"A gathering of our own people!" Malfoy patted Jon on the shoulder: "Avery and they still don't trust you... But I think I will convince them. Foreign friends like you are obviously. Very good development target..."

After speaking, Malfoy nodded at Jon mysteriously, and then walked down the stairs alone.

Jon only felt that he was stunned.

But he still guessed what Draco Malfoy meant--

Own, are you really going to penetrate the enemy this time?

...

On the other side, dragging a decadent pace, Harry Potter walked up to the eighth floor and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

But at the door of the common room, he saw Ron Weasley walking around with a broom.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked curiously.

Ron's face flushed suddenly: "I'm going to try... I'm going to try to participate in the goalkeeper selection of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

"This is a great idea! If you can get into the team, it would be great!" Harry shouted excitedly, "By the way Ron, how are your goalkeeping skills?"

"It's okay..." Ron subconsciously changed the subject: "How about confinement at Umbridge? What did she tell you to do?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, and said, "Write a sentence."

"That's not too bad, is it?" Ron said.

"Yes." Harry said.

The two went into the common room together.

Hermione Granger also returned to Gryffindor’s common room, where she was waiting for them...At the same time she keenly noticed the strangeness on Harry’s hand: "Harry, what's wrong with your hand? ?"

"It's just scratched..." Harry subconsciously hid his hand back.

But Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and pulled the back of Harry's hand to her eyes. She stared blankly at the blood-red line carved into her skin... "I can't lie."

"That old mother Yasha!" Hermione cursed tremblingly: "She is not normal! Harry, go talk to McGonagall about this situation!"

"I don't know if Professor McGonagall can control her..." Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore, then tell Dumbledore!"

"No." Harry said flatly.

"Why not?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

"He has too many things to consider." Harry found a reason casually.

Honestly staying at No. 4 Privet Road for a few months, he couldn't understand what was happening outside... This made Harry feel a bit resentful towards Dumbledore from the bottom of his heart.

So he was unwilling to tell Dumbledore about this.

"So..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, and she suggested: "Write a letter to Sirius, Harry!"

"what?"

"Siris has the right to know the truth... and we have to ask him where Hagrid went and when he will be back; and we don't know if this Umbridge is a Death Eater or if it was used by a mysterious person. The Imperius Curse!" Hermione said quickly.

Harry thought about it, and finally nodded.

...

In more obscure terms, Harry wrote a letter to his godfather Sirius Black.

After all, Moody told them to be careful when writing letters. One of them cannot guarantee whether the owl will be intercepted halfway.

In the letter, he told Sirius what happened to him in Umbridge's office and asked when he would see Hagrid again.

After writing this letter, I tied it to Hedwig’s feet...

Watching the back of the owl flying away~www.NovelMTL.com~ Harry suddenly thought of a sentence he heard a few hours ago--

"I saw you writing... to tell one of your elders about your injury."

Elders... Wait. It seems that my elders are not only Aunt Petunia alone. and also……

My godfather, Sirius Black!

This also means...Patrick's prediction is actually correct.

Harry's hand trembled suddenly.

"What's wrong, is it still hurting?" Hermione, who was on the side, was taking out a bottle of Baixian, carefully applying Baixian to the wound on Harry's hand... She thought she was acting rough and hurting Harry stopped his hand quickly.

"...No, nothing!" Harry smiled pretentiously.

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