The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

I should have thought of what good things these little brats could have!

Just this magazine? My grandma's bikini is more revealing than hers!

However, considering that the current era is far from being as open as the future, Argus no longer hesitated.

He stuffed the magazine under the pillow casually and fell asleep on the bed.

He slept soundly.

But on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, someone couldn't sleep...

...

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore took a few pieces of letter paper and read them over and over again.

His trembling palms hinted at his heart.

"Gellert... I'm sorry, I... I really didn't expect you to live like this!"

"If, if I can, I would rather..."

He leaned on the bench, as if he had lost all his strength.

Now he seems to be just an ordinary and decadent old man.

Longing for the company of relatives and lovers.

It took a long time before he woke up from his sadness.

Muttered in a low voice.

"You really gave me a difficult problem."

"This kid... is exactly like you back then..."

"No, he's even better than you were back then!"

"What should I do... Gellert..."

At this time, on the high tower of Nurmengard.

A certain old man with white hair and heterochromatic eyes was lying on a recliner

Comfortably bathing in the starlight.

...

The next morning.

Agus didn't want to get up so early, but his biological clock prevented him from continuing to sleep.

Helplessly, he threw himself a clean sheet and went to the Hogwarts restaurant.

Walking into the restaurant, he simply greeted Draco and others, and Agus walked towards Amiri Carrow and others.

"Agus!"

At the long table of Gryffindor, Harry saw his friend coming and waved his palm to greet him.

"Hey, Harry, don't be so impatient."

"Now is not the time to greet your good friend!"

Percy sat not far from Harry and pressed his hand down.

"Why?"

"We'll explain it to you!"

George and Fred came out from nowhere and pushed Ron, who was next to Harry, aside.

"Every year on the night of the freshmen's enrollment, Slytherin will use a duel to select the freshman head."

"Each head will decide the head ranking through the head ranking battle."

"Wait until the next day, and the battle situation will be announced to other colleges through the restaurant ranking!"

"This is a big deal, didn't you see? Many professors are also secretly paying attention!"

Fred pointed his finger at the professor's seat.

Harry really saw Flitwick and Professor McGonagall talking while looking at the Slytherin long table.

"Alas, if it's the same as in previous years, there must be a lot of people opening the Slytherin head election. Maybe we can take this opportunity to get some start-up funds."

"It's a pity that your good friend is too strong, so strong that the trolls know that he will be the Slytherin head."

George sighed, and with a funny expression, countless people laughed.

"I just don't know if there will be any changes in the ranking of the top players this year."

"You know how strong Argus is! I heard that Diderot stayed at Madam Pomfrey's place last night!"

Fred seemed to remember something and looked at Ron with ill intentions.

"Hey, little Ronnie, do you want to make a bet with your dear brother?"

"What bet?"

Ron had been cheated by his own brother too many times, and he became alert like a conditioned reflex.

"Let's bet on what position Argus can get this time. If you win, I will help you write your potion homework this week."

"If you lose, just lend me your Scabbers to play with for two days..."

"Ahem!"

Before Ron spoke, Percy coughed twice.

Remind them that he was still there!

"Are you sure you're only playing for two days?"

Ron had been deceived into a psychological shadow, and he held his pocket tightly.

He knew that his two brothers had always needed experimental materials.

But the gold galleons in his pocket were not enough to allow them to buy pets.

The purpose of borrowing Scabbers can be imagined!

But the Weasley twins finally found the opportunity, how could they give up easily!

Fred's expression was a little bewitching.

"Little Ronnie, think about it, that's a week's worth of Potions homework!"

"If you win, you can play boldly and safely for a week... With me here, you might be able to get a few big Os on your Potions homework..."

"Think about it, when you get the results, the envious eyes of your classmates around you..."

Fred and George sang in unison, and Ron, who was fooled, was stunned.

Ron looked at Argus walking towards the Slytherin table, and remembered what Fred had just said.

Someone stayed at Madam Pomfrey's place for a night!

He was secretly happy!

Stupid Odou-chan!

You've already told me the answer, and you still dare to bet with me!

This time I'm going to get back everything I lost!

He slapped the table, his tone extremely confident!

As if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him.

"Let's bet!"

"I bet he can play until the second grade!"

"You can't choose the same one as me!"

George and Fred looked at each other, their mouths curled up wildly.

Stupid Ou Doudou!

After being cheated for so many years, he still doesn't learn his lesson!

How could we do a business that loses money!

Last night, when they were eating secretly in the kitchen of Hogwarts, they heard several Slytherin classmates talking about finding an opportunity to teach Argus a lesson.

If Argus hadn't gotten rid of the other party's chief, how could they say such things!

The two confidently said in unison: "Of course!"

"We bet that Argus can make it to the third grade!"

"Harry, you be the notary!"

"Ah? Me?"

Harry looked at Ron, then at the Weasley twins, and nodded hesitantly.

Not far away.

Argus didn't hear the conversation between them.

He walked straight to Amiri Carrow's seat.

The chief's seat was at the front of the long table.

Many people were eating, but their eyes glanced at the Slytherin long table from time to time.

Obviously curious about what position Argus could reach.

"Filius, what rank do you think Argus can reach?"

Professor McGonagall has always been paying attention to Argus.

Hearing about the bet of the Weasley twins, I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"I heard from a freshman in Ravenclaw in the lounge that he had used the flying spell to summon Mr. Longbottom's pet in the carriage."

"Students in the second and third grades can't do this."

Professor Flitwick had no prejudice against Grindelwald.

He appreciated his talent more than Argus's background.

"Indeed."

"So, do you think he can reach the third grade?"

Professor Flitwick thought for a while: "Third grade is about right."

"He is only eleven years old this year. Even if he has been exposed to magic since he was a child, his own magic power will not be too strong."

"I also think third grade is about right."

While the two were talking, Argus had crossed the Slytherin table and came to the seat belonging to the headmaster.

The fourth seat on the right is the seat of the first-year headmaster, and it is also the beginning of all freshmen heads.

But many well-informed people know that Diderot was beaten to Madam Pomfrey last night.

When Argus crossed this seat, not many people were surprised.

"This class of freshmen is quite strong. When Diderot comes out, I will laugh at him!"

"Hahaha... who told him to look down on others all day long!"

The third position on the right is exclusive to the second-year head.

When Argus walked here, many people whispered, sure that he could not move forward.

Only a few people showed a mysterious smile on their faces.

"Little Ronnie! You lost, why don't you hand over Ban Ban?"

Seeing Argus striding over, Fred held Ron down, fearing that he would cheat and run away.

On the other side, George's hand had already reached into Ron's arms.

Keep searching for Ban Ban's position.

"Let me go! You already knew it, right!"

Just then, Harry's voice came.

"Wait a minute, Argus doesn't seem to stop!"

Before he finished speaking, Argus had passed the second-year head's position and walked towards the next one.

There was no intention of stopping at all!

"He's in the third year! He's still going!"

"It's fake! A freshman can beat the third-year head!"

"Don't joke! What are the heads of Slytherin doing!"

The crowd kept exclaiming in disbelief.

But Argus's steps continued!

Third year!

Fourth year!

Until he sat opposite Amiri Carrow!

The second position of Slytherin!

At this moment, everyone was silent.

The seventh-year head of Slytherin was about to graduate and often asked for leave to go home.

There was no doubt that Amiri Carrow, a sixth-year, sat in the first position.

But Argus, a freshman, why did he sit in the second position!

With Slytherin's strict hierarchy system, even if the fifth-year head was not there, it would be impossible for anyone to sit there casually!

Unless...

An unbelievable thought arose in everyone's mind.

Unless the people of Slytherin felt that even if the fifth-year head was still in Hogwarts.

He was definitely not Argus's opponent!