"So you are the captain of England Quidditch team now!"
In the Slytherin common room, Draco''s face was complex and his voice couldn''t help shaking.
After opening his mouth, he regretted a little. He swept around quickly and found that no one had noticed them. Then he was relieved and put his eyes back on the face of the person opposite.
He seemed to be looking for something in his indifferent expression.
But unfortunately, young master Malfoy is destined to be disappointed.
Because Klein was still normal, there was no emotional fluctuation in his blue eyes
"Yes."
He nodded gently and opened a new page of the decryption of advanced potions in his hand without even raising his head.
"Hoo ~"
With a positive answer, Draco pulled the corners of his mouth and turned to look at the giant snake statue in the lounge.
Say jealousy, it is indeed jealousy, but more, I still admire it.
After the spell and potion, will Quidditch be conquered by Klein
The young master put his hands behind his head, and his thoughts floated out for a long time.
"Don''t spread the news until it is published in the newspaper. Because of my age, it''s not easy to handle the formalities there. In other words, I''m just a nominal captain who doesn''t usually participate in training.
I''m a student. I still have to focus on my studies. "
There are priorities in doing things. The pursuit of knowledge always comes first. Klein arranged his time clearly.
When there is no potion tutorial and "mutual aid" activities, he can go to the headquarters of Quidditch, England to abuse dishes and relax.
It''s perfect to study, live and play without delay~
"It''s really hard to be friends with you."
Draco sighed.
Although he is only in the second grade, he is not completely a child from a pure blood family. He knew that people like Klein, who was brilliant in school, would become great people when they walked out of the campus in the future.
The young master, who claims to be Klein''s best friend, is under great pressure.
To be honest, he has felt that his hair is not as much as before (last year).
"Then try harder and work harder."
Krain didn''t comfort Draco, just patted each other on the shoulder. Then he immersed himself in the high potion decryption borrowed from the library again.
After more than a year of mending magic medicine knowledge, he has a clue about "the tenth use of sheep liver fruit".
Solve one of the "99 magic potions problem"?
It''s exciting to think about it~
......
"Click, click, click."
Moody''s face was tired and he returned to the office with a pile of parchment.
He first breathed, took out the small wine pot in his arms and took two drinks. After feeling warm, "crazy eyed man" wiped his mouth with satisfaction, spread out the parchment and began a new investigation.
R.A.B
This mysterious man is driving him crazy!
However, the investigation during this period of time has not been fruitless.
On the premise of bold verification and full collection of evidence, his magic eye has locked a person, and he is 90% sure that "r.a.b" is him
Regulus Atalos black.
The Black Death Eater!
So here comes the question....
Why would a Death Eater steal Voldemort''s Horcrux?
Moody could not understand this.
"It seems necessary to find someone."
With his fingers gently tapping on the table, Moody''s magic eyes turned around and muttered to himself.
A relationship spectrum with slightly messy handwriting was spreading out in front of him.
In Regulus Atalos Black''s extended arrow has a circled name.
Sirius Blake.
......
Ministry of magic prison, Azkaban.
"Report to chief Christopher, the patrol and rounds are over, and there is nothing different in each cell."
The guards were dressed in capable clothes. Under the gaze of warden chief Christopher, they saluted, and then stood quietly in place, waiting for a lecture.
"Well, good."
Christopher smiled and waved his wand, and the prepared wine and meat immediately appeared on the table.
"Relax, boys, our work today is over."
"Ha ha!" "Thank you, chief." "It''s over. You can rest!"
It can be seen that Christopher, the warden general who has been in office for a few months, has high prestige among the warders, and has a good relationship with his subordinates.
The jailers who had endured Dementors all day cheered and rushed to the table, first thanked the director general for his generosity, and then ate and drank impolitely.
Christopher just smiled like a friendly uncle next door.
After a while, he found an excuse to leave the table and walked slowly in the cold prison corridor with a dim lantern.
When the wandering Dementors saw him, they floated away quietly as if there was no such person. Christopher didn''t mind either. Like walking in his back garden, he stopped in front of some cells from time to time, talked a few words, and then went on.
Walk and talk all the way.
He stopped at least fifteen cells.
"Da, Da, Da."
Late at night, the movement of leather shoes stepping on the ground was so obvious that Voldemort listened to the sound from far to near, and a different color flashed in his big round eyes.
The man, Christopher, began his dark conspiracy again.
Yes, he knows the warden''s secret.
As an expert in conspiracy, he doesn''t think that a jailer always grows up and doesn''t drink and smoke in a warm office in the middle of the night because he is clean.
Frequent contact with prisoners, what is Christopher going to do?
hey......
The water in the Ministry of magic is also very deep.
Voldemort smiled sadly and began to wonder if he could use Christopher''s hand to accomplish some of his goals.
For example, prison break~
"Da, Da, Da."
Come on, come on!
Voldemort was thinking, and Christopher went to Voldemort''s prison door.
However, the warden general did not seem to have the idea of stopping.
Voldemort was in a hurry. As soon as he turned over to the door, he squeezed out a dry smile across the iron fence, rubbed his hands and said hello to the man outside.
"You... Hello."
Christopher didn''t expect that a prisoner would take the initiative to say hello to himself. Stunned for a second, he turned his head, looked at the half man tall monster and blinked.
"Are you Gollum?"
As the chief jailer, he should be familiar with the information about prisoners.
It''s hard for Christopher not to remember a prisoner with characteristics like Gollum.
"I''ll talk to you!"
Voldemort really wanted to spit on that annoying face if he could.
"Yes... I am..."
The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and the temporary humiliation is nothing. Voldemort clenched his teeth and just wanted to follow each other''s words, but he suddenly met Christopher''s cold eyes.
"What do you want to do if you don''t sleep in the middle of the night?"
Voldemort''s expression froze.
This
Why is it different from what you expected?