Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 650: Listen to the prefect telling stories

After the sorting ceremony was over, the rich welcome dinner also began.

Because of the arrival of another group of freshmen, the long tables of the various colleges seem to be more lively than usual, even the Slytherins who are often fake and serious.

And since the ceremony has all gone through the process, the wizards of the International Wizards Federation who have come from afar do not have to wait in the side hall. Maca led all those people in and invited them to sit down at the newly added round table without introducing them to the students.

Needless to say, these wizards are of course here to discuss the alchemy event again. According to the original plan, this world-class competition will be held in Hogwarts in a while. As long as the preparations are adequate, it will inevitably be an unprecedented alchemy feast.

However, the event may be exciting, but most of the pre-match preparations are boring. Instead of going to their table and listening to some boring social rhetoric, it is better to focus on the little wizards.

In fact, in the middle of the Slytherin table right now, an unremarkable secret love scene is just happening.

This time the school started, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key manner! It's just that he missed a lot of classes and failed to take the .Ls exam. By this school year, he can only stay in the fifth grade to make up for one year.

As for the so-called "secret love", of course it refers to Miss Pansy Parkinson who often leaned by Malfoy's side.

"Oh... Draco, I know you must be very lost. But it doesn't matter, everyone knows that with your ingenuity, it is perfectly possible to go directly to sixth grade..." Pansy sat cautiously on Malfoy's On the right hand side, he didn't even look at the delicious food on the table, but tried to comfort each other, "I mean it, Draco! In my...in our minds, you will always be the most... Well, the best!"

She obviously went too far in this sentence, so that when she was uttering it, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Maca with a guilty conscience.

But Malfoy didn't feel much about her, and he didn't listen carefully at all right now. He just ate the food on the plate one bite at a time, without saying anything, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It's worth mentioning that now his two stupid followers, Crabbe and Gore, are no longer spinning behind his ass. Because even with the IQs of those idiots, they understand the importance of being a human being with their tails in between.

After all, their fathers were both faithful Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. And now, the two older stupid guys were all captured and sent to Azkaban by the twins in the final battle of the Order of the Phoenix raid on the Death Eaters' lair.

In the welcome dinner with constant laughter, Malfoy silently finished the food on his plate, then put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium early.

The weather has been pretty good recently, with beautiful winds during the day and breeze at night, but Malfoy walked in the corridors as if in the cold winter. In his heart, there is infinite hesitation and depression hidden in his heart, and he is constantly torturing him every minute and every second.

Yes, in the end Snape went to check on him and gave him a potion to suppress dreams while sleeping. Although the potion was expensive, and it had to be taken regularly every day, it worked really well, at least after that, he never had nightmares again.

It's a pity that he didn't realize until the first few days of school that he might not be able to avoid it.

Although the nightmare didn't reappear, but an emotion apparently climbed into his heart. He could even feel it himself, that it was a certain kind of desire directed at his own heart—a certain desire for power, power, and respect for others.

More importantly, that kind of greed is increasing day by day with the passage of time, and it affects him step by step. It happened that he himself had a clear sense of this subtle change, but he still couldn't refuse the weird power that grew in step with desire.

He knew that he was already able to use that dark energy now, but he hadn't dared to use it even once. He worried that once he had used it, he would no longer be himself.

Unconsciously, Malfoy suddenly realized that he had come to the top of the Astronomy Tower in a daze. This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle. Standing by the railing, the night breeze in the sky was surprisingly strong, and his robe was blowing and hunting.

Looking around, the shadows in the distance are full of mountains engulfed in the night. Lifting his head, the whole piece of stars shone with a different kind of brilliance, as if they could be reached by a hand.

This was a beautiful scene, but in the eyes of Malfoy at this moment, it seemed so manic and disturbing.

"His..."

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then hammered a fist against the stone railing. The pain in his hand distracted him to some extent, but it was only enough for his tired heart to ease slightly.

"Power... ridiculous power..." Malfoy leaned on the railing with his elbows and hung his head and whispered in a low voice, "Even if I can have this power, can I beat McLean? Isn't it better? Voldemort—"

That's how it is said, but isn't he himself who has been imagining from beginning to end? Otherwise, ask Maca to lower his head for an explanation. With Maca's ability to show, maybe this trouble has long gone away from him.

"Boom!"

He smashed at the railing again, accompanied by a deliberately lowered roar, and the unwillingness hidden in that low roar was obvious.

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"...Okay, this is our Hufflepuff common room. You can do your homework here~ IndoMTL.com~ chat, eat snacks, play wizard war chess, etc... whatever you want to do What, it’s always right to come here. Yes, I still remember the wizarding chess that our Professor McLean created here—well, it’s on the table by the window!"

The dinner is over, and the prefects led the freshmen of their respective colleges back to the common room according to the usual practice, and introduced them how to get in and out in the future. Right now, Ensi, who was assigned to Hufflepuff College, was looking around this round room, and the senior's fragmentary explanations were heard in his ear.

In Hufflepuff, the most worthy story for new students is the glorious history of Maca. Just imagine, what could be more topical than a former classmate and now a world-class celebrity?

"Oh... are you talking about that extraordinarily young gentleman? He is really our professor?" A little girl immediately asked after hearing the senior's take advantage of the opportunity to mention Maca.

"Yes, that's right!"

The senior is actually Maca’s former roommate Ernie. Since he became a prefect last year, he has gained a bit of a leader's temperament. Now he is most proud of, of course, his friend Maca, who is full of pride when talking to the younger brothers and sisters.

"He taught ancient magic literature..." Ernie said cheerfully, "Do you know? Last year we took an important exam this year. We have been reviewing for a long time, and it is still very difficult! But guess what? Those guys who choose to study magic literature have all passed the exams, and most of them are excellent!"

Speaking of this, he looked around exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "...you know, in Maca...oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a good relationship with him Great...I mean, before Professor McLean was in charge of magic literature, there were not only few people who took this course...Even if it was chosen, there were never more than half of the people who passed!"

"Oh! This sounds amazing..." The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Of course he is amazing!" Ernie said excitedly, "Perhaps many of you have heard of it, but I can tell you the truest side from the perspective of a personal experiencer-knowing the Dark Lord Right?"

"I know!" Few children from wizarding families don't know this. What's more, some time ago, even if they were still young, they had heard about it from their elders, "It's Voldemort! Listen! My uncle said that no one dared to mention his name before!"

"No, not only that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord is not just a person... Yes, there are many people who know Voldemort now, but people who are not young and old also remember, Before Voldemort there was still the first generation of Dark Lords! I think back then..."

His phrase "I want to be back then" is equivalent to giving a personal lecture. Not only did he make up all the information he found into stories and tell the freshmen to listen to it, but he also forcibly created something that didn't belong at all. Greenward's "dark history" came out, but it made these little guys listen to the horror~IndoMTL.com~ At the end, he paused on purpose until everyone's appetite was upset before he would continue to speak.

"...Think about it, what would happen if the two generations of the Dark Lord came together?" Ernie said, slapped the table suddenly, and scared the freshmen very much. Say? That's death! It's destruction! It's ruins and blood everywhere!"

"That's terrible..." At this point, he swallowed his saliva, stunned to create a subtle sense of tension, "But no one would have thought that when Maca protects the school's teachers and students alone After returning to the castle, he actually stayed outside alone!"

"What happened later?"

The voice of this question is much calmer than the previous few freshmen, but the tone of voice has improved a lot because of the eagerness to know-that was Ensi who turned his head and spoke.

"Later?" Ernie grinned. "When the door of the castle was opened by Professor McGonagall again, we found that Maca was lying at the door, except for his face a little pale, and even the wizard's robe was intact. . And the two powerful Dark Lords have all fallen into the snow without breathing!"