[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Draco pulled his hood up to cover his conspicuous blond hair, and quickly merged into the group going downstairs.

Tom didn't ask him what he planned to do. He believed that since Draco had agreed, he must have his own way - if his way didn't work, there would always be Malfoy to support him. As for how Malfoy would feel then. ...Sigh, he should be used to it.

He leaned against the wall and thought over what happened tonight. For a moment, he couldn't figure out where his inexplicable sense of crisis came from. Even if Dumbledore is not in the school, even if Voldemort really captures Hogwarts, as a "horcrux", no Voldemort will be willing to kill him before the ceremony begins. But Grindelwald...he couldn't see what Grindelwald wanted.

Grindelwald is getting older and has never defeated Dumbledore when he was young. Now the competition for dominating the wizarding world has become more intense, so there is basically no chance. But when he gets older and has been in prison enough, he changes his mentality and becomes harmless... Hannibal did not change his diet after he was arrested and escaped from prison.

At this time, another voice came from the wall: "Thousand-year-old Hogwarts, the pearl of the British wizarding world! Why, do you want a German loser to speak for you now?"

"Where is Dumbledore?" Voldemort smiled contemptuously, "Does he no longer dare to come out and face me?"

Just as Tom was about to find a window and stick his head out to take a look, he saw that every wall in Hogwarts seemed to have turned into a projector screen, and a picture of Grindelwald and Voldemort staring at each other through the school gate appeared.

Grindelwald, who cast some kind of live broadcast magic that Tom had not yet learned, shook his wand leisurely and said coldly: "Get out of my territory."

"I thought your territory was in Nurmengard." Voldemort said, and his expression became cold. Seeing that Grindelwald did not stop him symbolically, but actually started a live broadcast of the confrontation, he knew that Grindelwald had torn up the tacit understanding between them.

So he spoke more and more poignantly: "How come you haven't made any progress over the years? When you were sixteen, you were living under someone else's roof, and now you are living under someone else's roof—"

"My English is not very good," Grindelwald said. "Perhaps you would like to explain to me what 'being under someone else' means? After all, your understanding must be deeper."

The two Dark Lords looked at each other through the wrought iron door. One is old and the other is bald, but none of the wizards watching the live broadcast dare to look down on them, and most of them are in very complicated moods, and they can't say who they hope will win...

Hogwarts: Of course it won't work if the Dark Lord comes in, but it doesn't seem right to have another Dark Lord and a Kraut representing the school... Oh, Headmaster? Where is the principal?

Death Eater: If the Dark Lord doesn't win, everyone will definitely suffer. But if the Dark Lord wins... the child is still in school! Dumbledore? What about Dumbledore?

For the first time, both sides hoped that Dumbledore would appear quickly. Only his face and strength could interrupt this absurd situation.

Unfortunately, even for Dumbledore, it would take time to get the information and rush back, and the principal's authority could not apparate into the school with a "bang".

While directing the mist to soak into the wall, Tom sensed Grindelwald's live broadcast magic and Voldemort's broadcasting skills, while staring at the two Dark Lords who were already fighting on the screen.

Grindelwald's wand slashed like a dagger, and crackling rays of light were thrown at Voldemort like whips.

But Voldemort's shadow had swelled, submerging himself in turn, and its shape had become as weird and twisted as ropes of black smoke woven around each other.

Those whip-like rays of light cut through the tobacco rope easily like a knife cutting through butter, but the next second, the broken rope ends were like alien ouroboros, twisting and connecting on their own. Look Comes up intact.

"Voldemort cannot be killed." Voldemort's voice came out from the huge twisted tobacco rope. With his voice, the tobacco ropes burst out, like the dense threads in an infrared trap, and they were in the iron. The fences on both sides of the door were connected, like a huge spider web stretching towards Grindelwald.

"When people are killed, they die." Grindelwald said flatly.

Then the blue flames ignited faintly. Looking down from the perspective of the live broadcast, it seemed that a pool of blue-black ink between heaven and earth had been spilled, and ink marks of various shapes continued to spread - the beasts formed by those ink marks. Roaring and leaping out of it, waving claws or spitting tongues of fire, scratching at the burning dark cobwebs.

The live broadcast signal was no longer very stable, and the magic power fluctuations caused by the two Dark Lords' battle made the picture shake and blur. The Death Eaters behind Voldemort swarmed back, fearing that their master's magical effects would splash onto themselves.

Lucius Malfoy ran especially fast.

His heart was in his throat. It's not because the Dark Lord looks less human than before - it's no surprise that black magic can produce any magical effects - but because the portrait in the family has brought news that his little dragon did not follow his instructions to seek Si Instead, he sneaked back home and ordered him to find out what happened to the Weasley red weasel...

Of course, the portraits in the family will obey the orders of the family heir, but he is the head of the family. What things can be hidden from him in the family?

He is distraught now. The kid was just messing around, but he would never be so curious that he wanted to inquire about such things himself. Could it be that the Dark Lord specifically ordered Xiaolong to do something? To give him a warning?

It's all Snape's fault, he couldn't even look down on a child... He complained in his mind, and secretly spat again that Crabbe and Goyle were ineffective and led his little dragon to ruin - in short, it was definitely not his Draco himself. has a problem!

Lucius skillfully fended off the "colleagues" who were running in the same direction with him - anyway, Bella had basically taken away all the madmen, and the rest were easy to fool - and then immediately turned the finger to activate the door key, " Whoosh! Back to Malfoy Manor.

"Draco Malfoy." He landed behind Draco and called him with a majestic voice, "What are you doing?"

The Thestral, who was openly eating raw meat on the clean floor of Malfoy's house, raised her pure white eyes to look at him, lowered her head and continued eating.

"Dad," Draco, who was facing the blank picture frame, turned around calmly and opened his hand to him, with the shining magic ball hanging in the sky above his palm, "Look."

He smiled brightly and said to Lucius: "Everything is for the glory of the family!" He turned his hand and shook it, and the magic ball fell into Lucius's palm.

Lucius' face didn't look good as he held the magic ball containing powerful magic power.

He looked at his son, who was obviously much more powerful in magic power, and took out his wand and began to check the other person's condition: there were no traces of the Transformation Curse...it was not the effect of the Polyjuice Potion...there were no traces of the Imperius Curse...no memory had been modified...the head There are no external injuries... There are no signs of being cursed on the throat and tongue... On the contrary, the blood seems to have been purified?

He was silent for a while, and the tip of the wand once again shot out more colorful rays of light: Confirmation of affinity magic... Search for time and space traces... Review of soul breath... OK, it's still his precious son.

"Explain." Lucius said solemnly.

"Tom wants to know what happened to Arthur Weasley." Draco said frankly, "We agreed that I will be his Demon King's Hand."

For a moment, Lucius felt dizzy.

"I thought," he said slowly, trying to make the subject sound less serious, "that our family motto wasn't 'Every Malfoy needs a Dark Lord'?"

"Oh, of course," Draco's gray-blue eyes flashed with a cunning light, "but I think every Merlin needs a King Arthur, right?"

The father and son looked at each other, and this time Lucius really felt dizzy. He weighed slightly between "Xiaolong is really crazy" and "Xiaolong may be telling the truth."

He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to wake Draco up: How dare a mudblood have such a dream? He also misled his little dragon! My own, my own, no one can make mistakes without being a sage, he made mistakes and I made mistakes too, it hurts my body and hurts my heart...

"Dad." Draco continued to explain, trying to show that Tom's ability was indeed extraordinary. "This is not the result of taking potions. He just used his magic to enter my body-"

HAT!

Lucius couldn't listen any more.

Lucius started to turn his finger, he was going to kill that mudblood! It happened to be the Battle of Hogwarts, and the death of a student was considered a big deal——

"Dad!" Draco grabbed his hand and spoke quickly, "He can not only purify magic power, but also change the route of magic power transmission! This is no longer something that your Dark Lord can do!" He had already talked to Lu Hughes was almost tall, and he looked at his father without losing sight of him. "My magic power has indeed increased, as you can feel it - but the price is that my magic power has been marked by him!"

"...You don't want your son to become a Squib," Draco whispered.

Lucius took a deep breath and stopped turning the wrench, but his expression was still cold.

"Draco," he said, "I'm disappointed."

Draco's hands trembled. His eyes quickly turned red, but he stubbornly refused to shed tears.

"I'm not a child anymore, Dad." Draco tried his best to calm down his trembling voice, "You made your own choices at my age, didn't you?"

"Made the 'wrong' choice." Lucius corrected him.

"I chose to kneel at the feet of the Dark Lord and let him mark me as a slave... so that one day, you don't have to suffer such humiliation!"

"Tom won't let me kneel at his feet!"

"Your grandfather also thought so." Lucius's tone had returned to calmness. "Arthur Weasley had an accident on the ninth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic. That floor is the Department of Mysteries."

He said sarcastically: "You don't have to wait for a reply from the portrait. Go and report to your master. But after tonight, I think we need to have a good chat."