HP the red-haired savior

Quirrell's death has not been made public. Dumbledore told the students that "Dear Professor Quirrell unfortunately had some accidents, and there is no way to teach you any more."For wizards who are professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this result is so normal that the little wizards accepted the "fact" that "Professor Quirrell was unable to attend class due to an accident" with little extra reaction.

Hisoka just told Sean and Joshua, and didn't say anything more about the others.Harry was a little strange. After all, Hisoka told him that Quirrell was the one who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, so he came here to ask Hisoka when he heard that Quirrell had an accident.

"Charlie, Quirrell... what's wrong with him?" Harry deliberately lowered his voice so that no one could hear him, his green eyes blinked at Hisoka, "Did Professor Dumbledore discover him?" the goal of?"

"Well, so to speak~" Hisoka didn't want to explain so much to him, "In short, Professor Quirrell won't appear in Hogwarts again~" Yes, Quirrell won't appear in Hogwarts again , because he is dead.

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the thing he had been worrying about all the time, and he was also interested in talking to Hisoka about other things, "Today, Ron, Hermione and I are going to see the sea. Greg, are you going?"

"Well, I still have something to do." Hisoka was not interested in Hagrid, so he rejected Harry's proposal.

Time passed quickly, as if it was Christmas not long ago, and it was time to prepare for the exam in a blink of an eye.

For the whole month of June, the library was crowded, and everyone was doing their final revisions in the library—of course, there were exceptions, such as Hisoka and his two friends, Sean and Joshua.

Sean and Joshua are good students who usually study hard, so naturally they don't need to rush and beg Merlin before the exam; as for Hisoka, it's because he doesn't care about the APE on these report cards at all.

June [-]th was Hisoka's birthday—of course, it wasn't Harry Potter's birthday, so no one in the wizarding world knew about it.But to be honest, Hisoka didn't really care much about his birthday, so when he received the package from the owl at breakfast, he was actually a little puzzled.

"Who gave this to you?" Harry happened to see it, and asked curiously, "Is it the big brother you mentioned earlier who adopted you?"

When Harry asked Hisoka how he was doing these past few years, Hisoka told him in a half-perfunctory way that he had been adopted by a big brother in the past few years, that's why Harry asked this question.

Hisoka looked at the hunter language on the package, and of course understood who gave him the package.

After thinking for a while, Hisoka nodded and gave Harry a sweet smile: "Yes~ it was given to me by my big brother~"

There was a hint of envy in Harry's eyes.

Hisoka opened the package, and inside was a large box of candy, and a small note written to him by an Il fan.

Hisoka——

Happy birthday, here is a present for you, apple flavored candies.

——Il fans

Only then did Hisoka remember that today is June [-]th, which is also his birthday.Hisoka was very happy about the presents given to him by Yier fans—although he doesn’t really like candy, but since it’s apple-flavored, it’s from Xiaoyi... Hisoka looked at the candy in his hand , I think it seems to be pretty good.

Ilmi was written in Hunter, so Harry didn't know what was written on the note.

"Why did he give you candy?" Harry asked, looking at the translucent candy box.

"Because..." Hisoka narrowed his eyes and said, "I was picked up by him today~ so my big brother regards today as my birthday~"

Harry was still very young when Hisoka was lost, and he couldn't remember the exact date clearly, so he was fooled by Hisoka like this.

At the end of June, it was finally time for the exam. All the study for the whole year will be given a result today.

Hisoka's exams in Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions were all doing well, not to mention flying; but other subjects, such as History of Magic, were not so good.Hisoka didn't listen to the history of magic class for a whole year, and of course he didn't know in which year the elves rebelled.

After finishing all the exams, Hisoka was free. Hisoka went to Slytherin to find Draco, but saw a young master who was obviously not in a good mood.

"What's wrong?" Shizuo asked.

"I'm thinking about today's exam." Draco sighed, his two delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"What happened to today's exam?" Hisoka didn't quite understand why Draco sighed, "Are you worried that you won't do well in the exam?"

"..." I thought that Draco would quickly refute him "of course not", but unexpectedly, the young master remained silent.

Only then did Hisoka feel a little strange.

"Hisso," Draco pursed his lips, hesitated for a while before finally making up his mind and said, "If it were you, you could obviously get No.1, but because of some...other reasons, you have to Deliberately not getting No.1..."

Although Draco said it very implicitly, Hisoka still understood what he meant.

"Eh? Draco?" He tilted his head, his golden eyes met Draco's silver-gray eyes, "Why?"

"Because..." Draco found it difficult to speak about such things.What would he say?Said that this was what the father meant, because the Malfoy family needs to hide their clumsiness now?

"But it doesn't matter~" Hisoka rubbed Draco's face with a smile, "Scores are for others to see; it's fine if you know what level you are?"

Draco's slightly pale face was rubbed by Hisoka, and it immediately turned red, looking very cute. "Don't rub my face!" Draco glared at Hisoka, curled his lips, but the expression on his face eased a lot, "You are right, the grades are for others to see, and you know what level you are. OK. Just..."

He was still a little unwilling.

His grandfather, his father, Malfoy of all generations, which one is not the first in grade?But when I got to him, I had to...

"Don't worry about it so much~" Hisoka patted Draco on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Isn't it enough to win the fight?"

"It's really rough." Draco raised his chin and gave Hisoka a sideways look, but the smile on his face could no longer hold back, "But, you're right, as long as you win the fight."

The people of the Malfoy family, it's not up to those ordinary people to comment!

Not to mention that Hisoka and Draco were having a good chat here, but another pair of close friends—Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape finally met.

"Severus, you're here." When Snape came to Malfoy Manor from the fireplace, Lucius was lying leisurely and comfortably on the sofa, with a large long-haired dog lying at his feet.

"Lucius, don't say you didn't feel it—" Snape sat down opposite Lucius unceremoniously, and said angrily.

"Oh, of course, I understand what you're talking about." Lucius smiled slightly, the smile on his face was elegant and cunning, "But Severus, what do you want to say? The Malfoy family was raped." Victim of the Imperius Curse!"

"What do you mean by telling me these words?" Snape was a little annoyed, "I don't know you yet?"

"Okay, okay, seriously." Lucius lifted the sleeve of his robe, exposing his left arm.The fair skin makes the black skull and snake mark on it more obvious and more ferocious.

"Of course I feel it, he's no longer weak—but," Lucius changed the subject, "he's not back to his prime yet."

"I understand." Severus pulled off Lucius's sleeve and covered his arm, "The Philosopher's Stone is gone, Quirrell is dead—he died after being sucked out of his life force, don't Say you can't guess what that means."

"Hmph, Dumbledore will also make the Sorcerer's Stone really lost?" Lucius snorted softly from his nose, with a disdainful and fearful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Little Dragon told me that the last time he and Harry Potter A few people went to the Forbidden Forest for confinement and saw some interesting things."

"Unicorn blood," Snape continued, "but it was Quirrell's blood." Not Voldemort.

"Severus, with Dumbledore here, and those two saviors, I don't need to worry about the Dark Lord's affairs." Lucius said with a smile, "I'm just a small official of the Ministry of Magic."

"I don't need you to worry about it?" Snape sneered, "Don't forget, as long as he's not dead, he will come back one day—at that time, what should we do?"

"Also," he added after a pause, "Lucius, you probably don't know that Draco and Little Potter are very close!"

As soon as Draco was mentioned, Lucius' face suddenly changed.

"What do you want to say?" His delicate features were covered with frost, and his silver gray eyes were fixed on Snape. "What do you want to do, Severus?"

"It's not what I want to do!" Snape stood up abruptly, he was about to growl, but he still remembered to keep his voice low, but the anger in that tone couldn't be concealed, "Lu Xiu Sis, if your brain hasn't been clogged with a bunch of glory potions, please use your little brain and think about it! If he comes back, you can prevaricate it, Draco?!"

"So, are you here to be a lobbyist for Dumbledore?" Lucius straightened up, his cool lips pursed tightly, "Use Draco, to 'persuade' me to 'abandon the darkness and turn to the light' , defected to the greatest White Wizard, just like you?"

"Lucius!" Snape's eyes widened, completely unexpected that Lucius would react like this.

"I didn't expose you, never." Lucius got up from the sofa, walked over to Snape, and whispered to him, "Severus, think about it, you ruined the glory of the Dark Lord, Ruin the glory of Slytherin, ruin the glory of Malfoy!" His tone was drawn slowly, as if he was talking about something insignificant. "Just for a woman, a Lily Evans who is married to Potter..." At this point, he laughed softly, "You probably think I don't know... don't you, Sev Les?"

Snape's face was expressionless, and his pair of dark eyes became as distant and hollow as two tunnels.

"Don't use Occlumency on me, it's not necessary." Lucius took a step back slightly, showing an elegant smile, and the oppressive aura just now dissipated, "Severus, I understand you, just as you understand me."

Snape was silent for a long time, and finally said dryly: "I just came here to remind you. The Malfoy family should have a clear position - no matter which side it is."

"I understand." Lucius raised his arm and pressed his frowning brows. "I thought I still had time...I didn't expect it to be so fast." He couldn't help but look at Left forearm.

"Anyway—" Snape said in a low voice, "I still hope we don't become enemies far away."

"I will not side with Dumbledore." Lucius said firmly, "For the glory of Malfoy, for the glory of Slytherin pure-blooded nobles."

Snape stopped talking, stared at Lucius for a long time, then turned and walked towards the fireplace.