Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 508: Unchanged changes

Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.

Whether it was the funeral in the snowstorm or Voldemort's sudden arrival, there was no change. Even the actions of all the guests withdrawing to the castle are the same as someone remembers.

And Draco was one of those who hurriedly retreated.

"...Please enter the castle in order to avoid the incoming enemies...Don't panic, please trust us...Please trust Hogwarts to deal with..."

Professor McGonagall has just directed a group of professors to hold up the protective spell, and quickly turned around to greet the panicked guests to settle down.

Just when facing Voldemort's attack, how many people can really calm down?

Draco was squeezed in the crowd and furiously looked back. Above Hogwarts Castle, a semi-transparent magical barrier has appeared, and just outside that barrier, several huge Dark Marks hang high up, heralding the imminent disaster.

"Voldemort is here!"

Like everyone else, Draco had only this thought in his mind. But unlike others, his thoughts appear more pure.

Because besides him, who else has seen Voldemort not long ago?

Draco didn't know what he was feeling now, he couldn't figure it out. If someone asked him before this, he might say that he would be angry, or maybe he would say that he would be scared... But now, his heart seemed to be a mess, too complicated for him to interpret.

It didn't take long for Draco with a blank face to be pushed by the crowd and squeezed into the gate of the castle, into the huge hall.

"Please don't stay in the hall, everyone go down...please go up the stairs..."

Professor McGonagall is still giving instructions continuously. Most of the guests are utterly innocent. After hearing her words, they seem to have a goal and continue to move.

Before I was so stunned outside the door, in fact, Draco was already a step slower than many people, but now he can only squeeze in the last group of people and move forward together.

I have to say that the order of the wizards is actually good. Although everyone only wanted to escape from the beginning, under the command of someone, they did not act as chaotic as they thought. It didn't take long before Draco realized that he had also come to the stairs.

"Stone Pier is dispatched!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the hall behind him, and Draco paused and glanced back. At this moment, he saw that amazing scene.

On the towering walls around the hall, all the sculptures and armors jumped from their original positions, and the sound of rumbling and heavy slamming on the ground was endless. Draco could still hear it vaguely. It seemed that the same sound was also sounding in the corridor above the castle, and it seemed that all the statues and armors of the castle had come to life!

In the very center of the hall, Professor McGonagall is holding a magic wand, and his whole body is full of energy. Draco couldn't imagine how such a spell could be practiced.

"Hogwarts is attacked by an enemy! You will obey the orders, guard the castle, and resist strong enemies! You will perform the duty and responsibility of guarding the school!"

As Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, all the knight statues held their two-handed swords with their hands upside down, and they drew on the ground neatly, then turned up the stone swords in their hands, and lined up to order Go outside.

At this time, Minerva McGonagall truly showed her courage as the principal of Hogwarts. But I saw her standing in the center of the knight's phalanx, like an imposing army general.

But at this moment, there was a sudden bang outside the castle. It seemed that something was slamming on the floor of the vestibule, and Draco even felt a sudden shock under his feet.

Professor McGonagall, standing in the hall, suddenly changed his face, and immediately afterwards, the professors who had cast spells outside to prop up the barrier all ran back from the gate one after another.

"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was startled, and subconsciously wanted to look back.

"...It's too late, close the castle gate immediately!"

Professor McGonagall saw that everyone had returned to the hall, so she waved her magic wand decisively. After a clacking sound of the hinges, the heavy door rumblingly closed.

The remaining stone statues of knights who have not had time to get out, as well as the various stone sculptures of strange beasts that are still moving upstairs and down, are all locked in the castle.

The professors didn't go to the basement. They were attached to the castle and attached to the entire campus. For them, this is more than just a place to work, it is actually more like another home for them.

Among them, most of them have been in Hogwarts for a long time, and there are even those who teach even after death like Professor Bins. It is conceivable that the charm of Hogwarts is not only for students, it is also the most important place in the hearts of most faculty and staff.

Of course, there are still some people who are not so caring about Hogwarts. Slughorn is one of all wizards serving as Hogwarts professors.

Just now, he was also involved in the action of propping up the magic barrier, but when he saw that the door was closed tightly, he rushed to the stairs.

"Oh, uh... boy, are you also a Hogwarts student?"

Of course, Slughorn immediately ran into Draco, who was still watching the stairs. This old man is dressed quite brightly today, but his bald hair is still meticulously combed. If people don't know, maybe he thought he was here for some ballroom dance!

"Ah! Hello, sir..." Draco raised his chin subconsciously. This is his habitual movement. Even if he wants to keep a low profile, he has not been able to change it over the past few years. "I It’s Draco—Draco Malfoy, you’re right, I’m a student at Slytherin College."

"Oh-Malfoy? Are you Lucius's son?" Slughorn raised an eyebrow, smiled and nodded, "Your dad once mentioned you to me, yes... Lettering, great!"

He paused for a while, but he said with a high spirit: "As you may know, most of your Malfoys are Slytherins-this is an excellent college, isn't it?"

"I think you are right," Draco nodded reservedly. "Sir... please forgive me for being rude, I was not able to ask your identity in the first place, may I ask you--"

Since childhood, Draco has received the most orthodox education of pure-blood wizards, and is naturally not lacking in etiquette. It's just the pampering of his parents, but he is always a little domineering, and he often appears a little arrogant and domineering when getting along with his peers.

"Oh, this is Horace Slughorn, I think you must have heard of me."

Slaghorn's face is extremely thick, but in fact he is not talking nonsense, after all, what he is best at is managing various interpersonal relationships, and there are really many people who know him.

"Are you Mr. Slughorn?" Draco said in surprise, "I do know you, you taught my father back then! Today you are...oh, you are naturally here for the funeral... "

When Slughorn heard the words, he just smiled cleverly, and didn't immediately say that he was coming back to teach in the next school year.

Hiding this thing is a matter of course for him, after all, Voldemort is outside now! Who knows if Hogwarts will have the "next school year"?

If Hogwarts is occupied by Voldemort, he will run away as soon as possible. No matter how vain he was Slughorn, he didn't want to work under Voldemort, he knew exactly what that would mean.

"Okay, let's not stand here and talk, let's go down!" Slughorn suddenly reached out and put his arm around Draco's shoulder, and said solemnly, "This place is too dangerous for you. Come here. , I'll send you down...With me, you have nothing to worry about, right?"

Obviously, I wanted to sneak to a safe place to avoid this unsuspecting disaster, but he said that he was here to help students~IndoMTL.com~ To be honest, this bald old man has such a thick face. It is estimated that no one can compare.

However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an indescribable coolness, which spread from top to bottom. Draco and Slughorn, as well as the professors in the hall, obviously felt it, and there were doubts on their faces.

This feeling is very strange, as if someone had fallen from a pot of spring water with a hint of coolness over their heads, so that their originally nervous mind settled in an instant.

"What's wrong? What happened just now?" Draco said with a confused expression.

"It seems to be some kind of magic," Slughorn deserves to be a veteran wizard who taught at the same time as Dumbledore. Although he is obsessed with operating prestige, his talent in magic is no less than Professor McGonagall and others, "Although it is not certain for the time being, it should not be the magic cast by Voldemort."

"Why?" Draco heard the words and looked at the old man beside him.

"Because of that magical power, I didn't feel cruel and fierce...Yes, there was no negative spirit," Slughorn frowned. "That's not what Voldemort is interested in. Magic type."

"...Is that so?"

When Slughorn said that, Draco couldn't help feeling that it made sense. Although he could not feel anything at all, at least he was positive about this statement. Draco, who had been with Voldemort for a few days, knew very well that Voldemort and his Death Eaters favored the most vicious spells.

While thinking, he subconsciously looked up at the top of his head, because the chill had just fallen from above. This look does not matter, but he saw a figure that seemed to be familiar!