Hogwarts Archmage

"I just can't imagine how deep the hatred between you is for the last thing you do when you leave school is to mess with him, Draco."

In the end, Ma En didn't hear any useful information. Instead, he heard more than three complete sets of "poisonous plans" to deal with Harry. It has to be said that they are still feasible.

After saying that, Marn was about to get up and leave, but Draco grabbed him: "...Can you..."

"You are not planning to let me stay here with you, are you? This is the Slytherin common room, and Snape will not agree to this."

Draco thought for a moment, "Is there any room available in the Black Tea House? I'll stay there for a few days and move out as soon as this matter is resolved."

Ma En thought about it for a while, but it was not impossible: "It's okay, there are still a lot of empty rooms, but Harry and Ron are making up classes there recently, you..."

"I will give up my plan, Ma En, I swear!" He stretched out three fingers and gestured toward the sky.

"Then how do you plan to house Crabbe and Goyle? I have never wanted them to live there."

"Of course not. I can just go by myself and come to Slytherin to pick them up during the day."

Marn nodded: "Then just tell Severus and move there - if he agrees."

"He will definitely agree," Draco said with a hint of pride on his face, "I told the professor a few days ago that I am leaving school anyway and I want to go out and walk around. Sometimes I won't come back at night. He said that if I can confirm that it is safe, then it will be fine. It will be no problem to stay at your place for a while."

"Okay, but you'd better tell him to save him from looking for you everywhere."

Draco on the side was already busy pulling on his clothes. Hearing this, he nodded quickly: "Of course, he has such a good relationship with Lucius. He will be anxious if he can't find me."

Marn didn't object to this. Snape and Lucius, one sinister and the other ruthless, were simply good friends made in heaven. A good friend's son would definitely be anxious if his son got lost.

"Okay, let's go."

Draco learned magic well, at least judging from how he was wandering all day long, he learned it really well. At least he could command his luggage to pack himself and float it behind his back, making sure again that nothing was left behind. Draco said after he needed something.

There was no point in staying any longer. Marn didn't like the humid air in the Slytherin dormitory very much, so he took him back to the tea house.

The hail had stopped, and it was raining outside. Several professors in the black tea room were still there, and there was an extra Snape, which saved Draco from having to look back for him.

After letting Draco explain to Snape about moving here, Marne turned around and briefly explained the situation to Dumbledore and Old Walder.

After everything was explained, Snape suddenly asked: "Have you interrogated the guy who was controlled by the Imperius Curse...let's call that thing the Imperius Curse for now?"

"There is nothing wrong with him. I used Legilimency while he was in pain. He was an unlucky guy from America who traveled to Hogsmeade and was controlled."

Snape thoughtfully wiped his chin with his thumb and forefinger: "He is still in the Slytherin dormitory, right?"

"That is if no one takes him away."

"Okay, let me see."

After Snape briefly said a few words to Marne and asked him not to let Draco run around at night, he turned and left the tea house.

The two little witches had already been driven back to their room to sleep, and after seeing Snape away, Marn sat next to Dumbledore and Walder, who were sitting across from each other. He directed the teapot on the table to add a glass of water to himself, and drank it directly. After two mouths, he said to the two of them:

"Professor, I want to do something tomorrow and I need your help."

Dumbledore added some more sugar to the cup until the tea was a little thick, and then he said, "Do you want to check all the people in the school?"

"Yes, the plans of these Death Eaters are so meticulous. We still haven't even been able to figure out what they want to do and where they are hiding."

"What else can we do is to resurrect that coward Voldemort," Walder said after taking a sip of black tea and throwing a ring on the table. "We took the time to go to the old house of the Gaunt family. He brought his ancestors back to life." The grave was dug up, but it wasn’t without harvest, we found this thing.”

Ma En stretched out his hand to twist the ring on the table and glanced at the surface of the ring: "Is this? A Horcrux? He didn't take it with him?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore's arms.

"Ha! I said this little bastard must know something." Walder said to Dumbledore with a smile.

Ma En curled his lips indifferently. He had been very annoyed by Voldemort's bad things recently. He was so annoyed that he didn't even want to hide some things, but he was not stupid enough to take the initiative to talk about it everywhere.

"Don't worry, I was also there at the time. I whipped Dumbledore aside with a stick. This old guy even wanted to cast a petrification spell on me." Walder reached out and rolled up Dumbledore's sleeve opposite him. My arms were covered with old age wrinkles for two days, but that was all.

Dumbledore wordlessly picked up the sticky black tea in his hand and took a sip. He leaned back on the sofa with some satisfaction and exhaled hot air and closed his eyes to rest, as if the person Old Walder just mentioned was not him.

"The older you get, the thicker your skin becomes," Walder smiled, shook his head and said to Ma En, "Try to see if you can get rid of the curse on it. It will take too long for us to talk."

This was not difficult for Ma En. As long as his spirit and soul were not harmed, he was very good at curses and physical damage. He casually took out a spark and threw it on the ring.

A sharp scream came from the ring, and as soon as a puff of black smoke came out, a head was burned to death.

"Is it okay?" Walder asked next to him.

"Let me see..." Ma En picked up the ring that was still on fire and looked at it. "It's not good yet. The curse is quite strong. It just started to burn. It was Voldemort's soul just now."

"How much of an idiot does this idiot have to be to make the curse stronger than his own soul?" Walder said with a look of disgust.

"He's a psychopath, and his logic is different from ours, you know."

"Too."

After a few minutes, Ma En handed the ring in his hand to Old Walder: "Okay, it's clean, but... I suggest you not to use it indiscriminately."

Walder threw the ring up and down twice and looked at Dumbledore, who quietly opened his eyes a crack: "I have no intention of using it."