Forget

The Dark Lord's return has thrown the world into near chaos.Compared with the robberies, murders, and manipulations that seem to happen all the time from the newspapers, Hogwarts is as calm as a paradise.

Draco didn't really know what he needed to do next, but he didn't want to know either.He didn't feel the Dark Mark either, it was as calm as an ordinary tattoo.If it weren't for Narcissa's letters occasionally mentioning Bellatrix, Draco would almost believe that he had been forgotten by that lord.

Draco didn't care how long this peaceful day lasted, though he would thank Merlin for it every night before he fell asleep.Sometimes he feels like a fish stranded on the shore, he can no longer go back to the ocean, so he can only grasp the timing of high tide and greedily suck the breath of sea water.

Draco stood up just as the owls came in with their letters, ready to leave the table.

"Oh my God, Hermione, I can't believe you're still subscribing to the Daily Prophet." Ron said vaguely, biting a piece of apple pie in his mouth. "That newspaper must have been controlled by Voldemort. Every day it is praising Voldemort's 'great achievements', and every word is calling for people who read this newspaper to quickly become Voldemort's lackeys."

"Do you think I don't know? But every related book says that if you don't even know what the enemy has done and wants to do, there is no way to win." Hermione unfolded the newspaper with a serious expression on her face . "But Hogwarts is too safe. It protects us and limits us. Staying here we have no way of knowing Voldemort's every move. I can't imagine that one day when we meet him, we should pose What a gesture, but luckily there's the Daily Prophet—oh man. They broke into the Auror offices last week."

Draco, who was about to pass the Gryffindor table, slowed down and couldn't help but want to hear their conversation unfold.

"Auror headquarters? I heard that there are people on duty every day. It's not easy to break in." Ron said in surprise.

"But I don't understand, why did they break into the Auror headquarters?" Harry was confused. "Is there anything they want from Auror HQ?"

"Looks like it didn't work out." Hermione repeated while reading the newspaper. "In addition to the Aurors on duty that day, there was also the head of the Auror office working overtime - the Auror on duty let Bitos from the Intelligence Department enter the Auror office, and then there was an attack - Bitos was a death eater only."

"I've heard of this man, Dad only mentioned it once, he seems to be a very honest man,—is he a Death Eater?" Ron was shocked again. "I heard that he was in charge of killing illegal animals in the Department of Mysterious Animals. He couldn't bear it, so he applied for a change of department—is he a Death Eater?"

"Yes, the reinforcements Aurors saw the Dark Mark on his arm." Hermione closed the newspaper. "But let him escape anyway."

"It's terrible." Ron sighed. "However, who would have thought that a year ago, this newspaper would only contain so-and-so arguing with so-and-so, and which celebrity had such trivial content as gossip, but now it's all about death, murder, and Death Eaters. It's terrible. "

"The most frightening thing is that these contents are increasing every day, and Voldemort's power is constantly expanding." Harry said in a deep voice. "We can't always rely on the Order of the Phoenix to protect us—we're not kids anymore, but they don't get it. Maybe we have to do something. We're going to face Voldemort one day, aren't we? I don't think it's just It depends on how much chance we have now."

"Even DA hasn't been active for a long time," said Hermione. "I agree with you. And I sincerely hope that you can finish Professor Dumbledore's homework quickly so that the course can be advanced. ——God, why do I feel that our time is so tight."

"I know," Harry nodded wildly. "I can't say for sure, but it should be soon. I have a hunch, a wonderful hunch—it would be great if the effect of the Elixir of Felicity can last until the end of the war."

Draco resumed his usual pace and walked out of the auditorium calmly.

The war is over?

What a distant word.

**

"I don't think this potion deserves the name 'Living Hell'." Bryce said regretfully, stirring the potion of Living Hell in the crucible in front of him. "It's just a powerful sleeping pill."

"Perhaps for the person who invented this potion, eternal sleep is hell." Draco said casually. "Others may object, but what's the use, the inventor has the naming rights - and no one has ever seen hell."

"That's what I said. But for the word 'hell', just sleeping is too light. I originally thought that such a powerful name might have a more powerful effect than simple death." Bryce said . "It's like the Cruciatus Curse is more terrifying to me than the Death Curse."

Draco paused for a moment when he heard the words "Cruciatus Curse", but soon returned to normal, continued to stir the soup in the crucible, and said in a casual tone: "Longbottom will agree with you. — but I don't promise that Mr Longbottom would be willing to bring up the subject."

"I've heard a little about the Longbottoms, and it seems true," Bryce said. "It's a pity that pure-blood families are decreasing every day, but there are more and more blood traitors."

"Would it be better to add a little more of this?" Draco didn't seem to want to continue this topic, he grabbed a handful of potion and threw it into Bryce's cauldron. "Perhaps we can have some fresh rice."

As soon as Bai Xian threw it in, a puff of smoke rose from Bryce's cauldron, causing everyone to look in this direction.Draco was continuing to stir his cauldron nonchalantly when Professor Slughorn hurried over, pretending it had nothing to do with him.

"Merlin's beard." Professor Slughorn looked complicated. "I have to say that you may have come up with a new potion, a terrible potion... If I haven't been too old to be dizzy, I dare say it's a terrible asshole. Although your spirit of exploration is very valuable , but it's horrible to make something like this, and it's not something I asked you to do. Maybe you can save a little bit and name it... But for now, I'd suggest you clean it up, it's horrible .”

"Okay Professor," Bryce said with his head down, took out a small vial, filled a small amount that Professor Slughorn suggested would not kill, and emptied the cauldron.

"Okay, you can now name your medicine." Professor Slughorn took the bottle, put a naming spell on it, and pointed in Bryce's direction.

"Hell Potion," Bryce said.

"Very appropriate, very appropriate." Professor Slughorn completed the naming spell and carefully stored it away. "Okay, now you can continue to make the Potion of Living Hell, I hope you can finish it before the end of get out of class."

"Good professor." Bryce continued to lower his head, but he didn't stop, and quickly cut the raw materials.

Satisfied, Professor Slughorn turned to inspect the others.

"Strange, isn't it," Bryce whispered to Draco as he re-created his Living Hell Potion. "Bai Xian, an almost universal antidote, becomes highly poisonous when added to the semi-finished Living Hell Potion. This is incredible."

"Why are you so sure it's the effect of Bai Xian? Before it, I threw a lot of potions into it—and I can't remember what I threw into it now—maybe the deadly ingredients were in those?" Draco said Bottle your own Living Hell Potion.

"You also saw the reaction when white fresh food was added," Bryce said. "I think it's the effect of Baixian. Although I don't know whether it is the living hell decoction that changed the medicinal properties of Baixian, or Baixian itself has a deadly side-it is a good topic, isn't it?"

"Perhaps what you said makes sense." Draco packed up his things, and prepared to send the bottled Living Hell Potion to the podium. "I suggest you hurry up and make your Living Hell Potion, otherwise you may have to study the medicinal properties of Bai Xian while in confinement. ——The next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class."