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

Harry, who was grieving alone there, was dragged away by Wood without any explanation, but this should be considered a good thing for him. It was better to divert his attention than to dryly store up the hatred in his heart in bed.

"Okay, there are only two of us left, let's play a game of chess?" Ron said with a sigh of relief.

"No, in fact you are the only one left. I'm going to find Hermione." Sisley also put on the wizard's robe and walked out.

Ron, who was alone in the dormitory: "Gan!!!"

He arrived at the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor with ease, where Hermione was already waiting.

"How was it? Professor Hermione, how was your preparation for today's class?" Sisley said hello.

"Hmm, let's go in." Hermione said with a nice smile.

Time soon came to the day of the Quidditch match, and Harry and the rest of the team seemed a little dull.

"What's going on Harry?" Sisley asked faintly, leaning against the wall.

"Those cunning Slytherins! They used Malfoy's injured arm as an excuse to avoid fighting! But we all know that they are afraid of the damn weather and Harry." Wood explained with a deep breath.

“Who is this game against?”

"Hufflepuff, they have a new captain. We don't understand their tactics at all, and we are transparent to them. This game will not be easy."

Sisley shrugged and said nothing. Instead, he looked at the sky that was gradually becoming gloomier. He always felt that there was something else mixed in the air today.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione walked over and asked.

"I have a bad feeling. My intuition has always been pretty accurate. Something will happen, but it won't be a big deal." Sisley followed Hermione to the side and said.

"Why don't you take a look? The future can obviously be changed." Hermione didn't understand.

"If possible, it is better not to look at it. The predicted future will never keep up with the changes. In the end, the changes will become bigger and bigger and gradually get out of control." Sisley explained.

"That's it..."

Soon Harry and the others hugged each other, cheered each other up, picked up their brooms and walked towards the entrance of the arena. Sisley also patted Hermione on the back and said: "I'm going to pick up someone. The lag may not be good." It’ll be in this stand.”

"Oh..."

Sisley slowly retreated and sat on the highest baffle of the stand. He then gently leaned against the wooden board to block the rain, opened it, leaned back, fell down, and disappeared in a burst of white mist.

In the Shrieking Shack, a sudden burst of white mist gathered into Sisley, which also woke up Sirius who was nestled in the corner.

"Let's go, Sirius, today is the day of the Quidditch match, let's go and see Harry's heroic appearance." He picked up Sirius and flew towards the Quidditch pitch at a low altitude.

He couldn't stay in Gryffindor Tower any longer, and Sirius wasn't very mentally stable, so it would be interesting to go crazy.

Slytherin is not a good place either. Regardless of whether Heasley is welcome or not, how to deal with Harry and Ron will be a problem.

Hufflepuff is not sure. After all, this game is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. It is not a good idea to be regarded as a spy and be hostile.

Ravenclaw... Would it make Hermione jealous if there was Tracey on it?

"No, why don't you make Hermione jealous? How fun." Sisley thought and walked towards the Ravenclaw stand. After walking to the top, he ignored the doubtful looks of a group of Ravenclaw wizards and placed Sirius at the back. He also leaned on the stand and quietly watched Harry and the others who were making judgments.

"Mr. Thorne, there is a seat here." A young wizard with a fair face waved towards Sisley and said.

"No, no, I'm sorry to bother you. You can sit with your friends then." Sisley said with a sneer.

"It's okay, they won't sit next to me, and I don't have many friends." The little witch explained.

"Hmm...Okay." Sisley thought for a while and sat down next to the little witch.

"My name is Luna Lovegood." The little witch gently handed over her hand and said.

"Sisley Thorne, nice to meet you." Sisley shook his hand gently and then let go.

With a loud whistle on the field, the competition between the two teams officially began, but to Sisley it looked like small balls flying in the sky, while the remaining wizards riding broomsticks It's like flies flying around, and I don't know why it's so fascinating.

"I always feel that you feel familiar." Luna said suddenly from the side.

"Hmm, of course you will be familiar with it. I even went to your house to steal newspapers." Sisley thought to himself.

"Wait... someday... she seems to be able to see me?" Sisley suddenly remembered an episode at that time.

"It's like... a thief who visited my house before. I don't know why he only stole a stack of empty newspapers." Luna said quietly.

"Uh-huh..." Sisley rolled his eyes. At this time, he was completely exposed, but there was nothing to worry about. A stack of empty newspapers naysayers could not prove anything. It happened that he was still a little curious and could ask. ask.

"How did you discover me? Can you detect magic fluctuations at such a young age?"

"Magic fluctuation?" Luna murmured doubtfully.

"Is not it?"

"No, but the harassment on you is exactly the same as the thief that day." Luna shook her head and said.

"Harassment? Is there such a thing?" Sisley asked with a confused look on his face.

"Ordinary people can't see them, but my mother can also see them, and so can my father." Luna said softly.

"Hmm... Aren't you curious about what I stole that stack of newspapers for?" Sisley thought for a while and then said.

"Would you tell me if I asked?"

"No." Sisley shook his head.

"So I won't ask either." Luna shook her head.

"Okay." After saying that, Sisley stopped talking and quietly looked at the flies flying in the sky... Harry.

"Do you think Quidditch looks good?" Sisley asked suddenly.

"Don't you think Quidditch is good?"

"It's not bad, it's just that I can't understand. They are flying around on a broomstick in the sky. Even if they understand the rules, they still can't understand why they are so obsessed with it." Sisley curled his lips and complained.

"Is it possible that you have been wrong all along?" Luna said quietly at this time.

"Where is wrong?"

"For example, Quidditch is not a team game but a performance?"