Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"You really scared me just now, Sisley." A voice sounded behind Sisley.

"Which aspect? Threat, or what?" Sisley turned to look at Dumbledore, who didn't know when and where he appeared, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just now, if they went to find the Aurors, would you really lower that thunder?"

"Why do you always say, just...before, what about that time? It's all passed, history is moving forward, don't worry about things that haven't happened yet." Sisley spread his hands and said.

"I can't say enough about you. What about Miss Nagle? Are you usually with Miss Granger... um... so used to mind control that you can't change it?"

"Have you ever thought about what you want Miss Granger to do if her mentality changes? Do you want them to fight each other? The winner takes all?" Dumbledore asked with a frown.

"Just be a kitten or puppy..." Sisley shrugged indifferently.

"I really failed..." Dumbledore sighed.

"How do you say that?" Sisley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"More than seventy years ago, a young man slowly grew up under my eyes to become what you call a terrorist."

"Ninety-three years ago, I met a young man in Godric's Hollow, who later became the Dark Lord who oppressed the entire European continent."

"And now..." Dumbledore looked at Sisley with helpless eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Hmm... How about you kill me now? You don't have to worry so much. At least it's better than cultivating a new generation of Dark Lords." Sisley casually threw the wand and grimoire on the ground, relaxing. He held his neck high and said.

"You know that's not what I meant." Dumbledore said with a wry smile as he helped Sisley pick up the grimoire and wand.

"I think that's what your tone means." Sisley curled his lips and said.

"Really, at least in my eyes, although you are not that good, you are not bad enough." Dumbledore returned the grimoire and wand to Sisley and gently touched Sisley's shoulder. The two of them twisted for a while. Disappear.

When Dumbledore returned to the office, he poured Sisley a cup of tea and looked at the novel Sisley took out.

"Did you see anything?" Sisley asked, holding the tea cup.

"It's better for you to read this kind of thing yourself. After all, your thinking is very close in a sense and can be considered to be at the same frequency." Dumbledore returned the manuscript to Sisley and said.

Sisley took the manuscript and stuffed it into the ring and said: "Since this thing was left behind by him, why didn't he just leave it to me? Or write it more clearly, but wrote such an unknown reason The novel...the writing is not that good.”

"I understand, I also hated the Riddler when I was young."

"What now? Have you become the person you hate the most?" Sisley curled his lips and said.

"This feels really good." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Uh... I'd better go." Sisley rolled his eyes and left the principal's office.

"Well..." Dumbledore sighed helplessly and kept massaging his temples.

.........

It had been some time since the Christmas vacation ended, and Sisley was still the same. Every day he went to class, ate, and read Ethan Thorne's manuscript before going to bed. During this period, he controlled a basilisk to petrify a young wizard.

This time, in order to prevent Hermione from thinking wildly, he deliberately petrified a little pure-blood Hufflepuff wizard.

Unfortunately, it happened all at once.

When the young wizards of Muggle families were petrified before, nothing happened except Dumbledore held a small meeting, because their parents did not have any energy in the magical world, but this time the pure-blooded young wizards suffered greatly. Just stirred a hornet's nest.

It was like a bomb that exploded on the nerves of the entire wizarding world. No, Dumbledore was asked to leave for a while by someone from the school board early in the morning. It is estimated that he will not be able to come back for a while. coming.

At this time, Sisley was lying quietly in the dormitory, twisting on the bed like a snake.

"Are you okay? It's all my fault. If I hadn't been unreasonable, you wouldn't have attacked the pure-blooded little wizard this time, and Dumbledore wouldn't have been taken away." Hermione knelt on the ground, her upper body lying on the Sisley whispered comfort in his ear.

"Well...it's okay, it's okay. It's all my fault. I can't blame you, really." Sisley buried his face in the soft quilt and muttered.

"Then what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with some confusion.

"I'm angry with myself! You were so stupid that you didn't think of this and I never thought of it!" Sisley said irritably.

"Uh...sorry..." Hermione said awkwardly.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to apologize, it's not your fault." Sisley said.

"But you are like this..." Hermione said worriedly.

"Really, Hermione, I'm tired enough now, don't let me have to worry about comforting you, okay?" Sisley sighed and said in a low voice.

Hermione was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. After a while, she said again: "I'm going to pack some food for you. What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat, I want to be quiet." Sisley was still there cosplaying the ostrich and said.

"You have to eat then. I'm going to find you some desserts, which might make you feel better." Hermione sighed and said.

After Hermione left, Harry and Ron also returned to the dormitory. Sisley, who was looking at the cosplay ostrich, said with some confusion: "Dumbledore just went to a meeting, and he didn't enter Azkaban, so what?"

Sisley sighed and said: "It's not because of the teacher, it's because of myself. How could I do such a stupid thing? Really, that will be a stain on my life!"

"???What happened? How come we don't know?" Harry asked confused.

"No one knows, only I know the stupid things I did..." Sisley said helplessly.

"Then what are you worrying about?" Ron asked.

"Because that memory is so profound!!! It keeps haunting me like a nightmare, reminding me of the stupid things I did at that time. I want to die!" Sisley sat up as he spoke. Beating the soft mattress like crazy.

"Then you come over here and let's play an exciting game of Wizard Cards. You won't be able to remember when we play cards." After Ron finished speaking, he immediately saw Heath Laten get out of bed and said seriously: "Fuck it. hurry up!!!"

"Uh...Okay." With that said, Ron took out a set of cards from the desk drawer and started shuffling the cards...

Just after the three of them played the first game, Hermione rushed into the dormitory and placed a paper bag next to Sisley without saying a word, just watching quietly.

"Huh? So fast?" Sisley raised an eyebrow when he saw Hermione.

"Of course, they are waiting at the entrance of the tower." Hermione rolled her eyes and said.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"A third-year Ravenclaw witch asked me to give this to you as soon as she saw me. You are really popular." Hermione continued to say in a high voice.

"Then do you want you to check it? What if there is a love agent in here?" Sisley curled his lips and said.

"Humph! What does that have to do with me!" Hermione said and turned around and left the dormitory.

"Love potion? What is that?" Ron asked confused.

Sisley lifted up the paper bag containing the food, and under his magic vision he could clearly see the magical traces of a repair spell under the paper bag.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... It's a magic potion that only senior students will learn." Sisley put the paper bag down and said indifferently.

.........this evening...

Sisley, who was already asleep, opened his eyes faintly, waved his hand casually, and a light curtain appeared in front of him, with a constantly moving red dot flashing on it.

"Hermione...what are you doing?" Sisley muttered to himself as he put on his clothes while looking at the moving light spots.