salazar not slytherin

The last chance to go to Hogsmeade in the first half of the term was in the last week, and on that Saturday morning, the permitted students left Hogwarts in cloaks and scarves under fine snowflakes, and Salazar was there. in.He rarely came to Hogsmeade. After all, as a mage who lived in the mage's tower for hundreds of years, shopping was a very distant thing for him.But being dragged by a group of "little guys", he could only smile and put down the materials in his hand.

After the so-called "little guy" arrived at Hogwarts, there were only three people left. Blaise and Verica rarely quarreled and walked in front shoulder to shoulder. Drake was uncharacteristically silent and held Salazar arms, and his face was frighteningly gloomy.

"Aren't you happy?" Salazar let him hug his arm helplessly, soothing in a low voice.

Xiaolong turned his head angrily.

Salazar couldn't help laughing, looked around, and pulled him into the Honeydukes where even the air was full of sweetness.

Shelf after shelf was filled with every conceivable candy one could think of.Chunks of buttery peanut candy, chunks of shimmering pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged hundreds of different kinds of chocolate, a big bucket of bibi flavor beans, a bucket of zizi honey candy, half empty There were still bottles of sherbet drinks floating in the air.

These are normal candies, of course there are abnormal ones, those are placed along the other wall.Blowing Super Bubblegum, which can fill the whole room with bubbles the color of blue bellflowers, strange fragment-shaped mints, small and exquisite black pepper urchins, exquisitely shaped ice mice, and even jumps in people's stomachs The toad-like cream mints, and the crunchy sugar quills, the exploding bonbons...

Draco's eyes lit up.

Salazar's face darkened.

"Searle~~~"

Listening to Drake's soft voice, Salazar nodded heavily with a dark face.In the next moment, Draco hopped into the sweet shop quickly, with short short hair flickering, and Verika couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Why, don't you get used to it?" Salazar asked a lot, and then he regretted it - when did his eldest son have the property of breaking his mouth?

"Sure enough, it's a brat, Abu never does this."

"It's still Malfoy!"

"It's getting more and more depraved, where's the glory of your Malfoy family?!"

"Hey, what are you pulling me for?" Complaining in a low voice, Verika turned her head and glared at Blaise viciously, "You dark guy, stay away from me!"

Salazar shrugged and watched some "dark guy" sneer and drag people away swiftly, ignoring Verika Brokenmouth Slytherin's struggle for help.Noticing the crowd pouring into Honeydukes, he blinked innocently, then looked at Draco, who was still wrestling with the plentiful assortment of toy candies, and moved slowly towards the counter where the normal candies were.

For the sake of his own appetite, let's stock up first.

After he left, an invisible man managed to squeeze out Honeydukes against the flow of people.

"Draco~Draco~Draco~" Picking up his snacks during the holiday, Salazar waited for a while, and finally couldn't help shouting when he saw that Drake was still picking at the pile of candies, "Don't forget the magic!" According to the ministry's notice, we still have a lot to do!"

notify?Draco froze for a moment, then snorted softly, "Blake isn't here again, why are you nervous?"

"Then you are happy to have an unforgettable date with the dementors? Maybe the three broomsticks are a good choice?" Salazar laughed narrowly.

"Sir!" Draco yelled, turning his head with flushed cheeks, only to realize that the other two people who had been with him had already left, "Okay, okay, how about going to drink something to warm up first? Dementor ,Ah……"

The two finally went to the Three Broomsticks, which was a bustling small hotel, which belonged to a curvaceous and beautiful witch, Ms. Rosmerta. Salazar still remembered that when she and Mrs. Zabini came here, she also stepped on the ground. A pair of shiny turquoise high heels shines extra brightly in the overall dark room.

The layout of the hotel is not gorgeous, but it is very warm, which is enough in such a snowy day.

"My father didn't allow me to drink it before, so I don't feel very good." Draco held a large glass of frothy hot butter beer, drinking happily, but still refused to admit it.

"It's okay, Bimai...better than what I drank a long time ago." Salazar was thinking about when he was young—the "young" refers to his actual age—at that time He was just a low-level mercenary, he didn't drink alcohol, and he would occasionally have a drink in a noisy bar afterwards.That was when he was on a mission in the north, and he was trapped by an avalanche for six days. If he hadn't been forced by his team leader to put on a wine bag, he would have almost frozen to death there.

Since then, his inexplicable rejection of alcohol has eased a lot.

The two were crowded in the corner, unable to see the outside scene, and few people would approach here.Salazar touched the gradually warming skin, hesitated for a moment, waved his hand, and released a slender snake-shaped Patronus.

Draco couldn't hide the surprise on his face: "Why... so small?"

"It's nothing, it's just a message. It's so cold, Verika and Blaise should be warmed up, I can't take you to eat alone, can I?" Salazar stroked the silver snake's triangular head , put it on the ground with a smile.With just a blink of an eye, the little snake disappeared at the feet of the bustling crowd.

Draco pouted, but still called Ms. Rosmerta to bring some more cakes.

This hard-spoken and soft-hearted personality, can't it be inherited from the Malfoy family?Salazar thought silently, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly flickered—how did he know that all the Malfoys were like this?

The waiting process is always long.After the two frozen little snakes stumbled in, Salazar's face changed, and he pulled them to the seats and sat down.

"Why—" Before Draco finished asking, he heard several familiar voices.

"A small glass of canyon water—" "Mine."

"Four pints of mead—" "Thank you, Rosmerta."

"A sherry soda with water and ice and conch—" "Hmm."

"Then yours is red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear."

Don't worry about the pleasantries afterwards, they were the professors from Hogwarts, and Fudge, the current minister of the Ministry of Magic.

The three little snakes looked at Salazar in unison.

Salazar leaned out half of his body, and his black eyes shone with magical luster.After a while, he pointed to the Christmas tree and reminded in a low voice: "There is also our little savior Harry Potter and his classmates."

Draco sprang up suddenly, lying on the back of the chair and looking over there.

"Draco, something is wrong with you recently." Blaise joked as he leaned over with a hot butter beer in his hand.

"Aren't you the same?"

"How can that Potter compare with little Velica?" Blaise said with a smile, in exchange for Velica's ruthless crit.

The atmosphere here is peaceful, and the other side where the professors are, the mood is much more exciting than here.The four Slytherin students sat calmly, listening to the professors and the minister unknowingly gossip about something secret and supposed to be kept secret to the irrelevant Ms. Rosmerta .

At the same time, the poor little savior was heard.

Of course, even if he didn't hear it now, Ms. Rosmerta would dutifully tell every guest who came here, and then——pass it to the little savior Harry Potter through various channels.

About the crimes committed by Sirius Black.

The snake who had heard what happened from Sirius let out a low laugh.

"Searle, do you really want that Sirius to solve the problem by himself? Can he do it?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"You want to help? I thought you already had a lot of things to do. Go, Draco, and comfort your Harry Potter." Seeing the distraught look of the little savior from a distance, Salazar was silent for a moment , whispered, "By the way, let him calm down, otherwise your uncle will be in trouble."

"Who says he belongs to me? Since Searle asked me to go, then I'll go... You asked me to go! Also, I don't have such a stupid uncle!" Draco Tsundere Marr Fu pouted and disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

Sirius Black has been shot countless times.

But this guy is really stupid enough.

The author has something to say: I revised the previous chapters, there are a lot of "mouths", tears... It's just details, it doesn't affect the reading.

Facts have proved that everything is normal in Jinjiang in the computer room~~

☆、Salazar who spends Christmas seriously

Christmas is getting closer, and those who don't plan to stay in school are starting to pack their bags for home.Few of the Slytherins chose to stay in school during this holiday. Salazar packed some potions that were not long after successful brewing, and stuffed them into the Vitex. Lika's suitcase.

"Is father really not leaving?" Verika's eyes turned red.

"No, it will be very lively to take you out to play during the summer vacation." Salazar shrugged and pushed the man out of the room, without any intention of sending him on the train.

The drooping little snakes walked away dejectedly.

Although few stayed, Hogwarts was still adorned, with thick friezes of holly and mistletoe hanging along the corridors, and mysterious lights peeking from within every suit of armor.There were twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium as usual, and these tall guys had given Professor Lockhart a hard time.Perhaps for revenge?This time the Christmas tree was shining like never before, and many branches would have been crushed by those golden stars if they hadn't been supported by magic power.

On Christmas morning, Salazar was dragged out of bed by the uninvited Godric Gryffindor: "Come on Sal, or you'll be buried underneath."

Opening his eyes, Salazar immediately saw the gift box that could completely bury himself underneath.In addition to the dark green silver-barbed satin box, which was obviously from Slytherin, there were several medium-sized boxes depicting ancient coats of arms, belonging to ancient families of the other three houses.

There are exceptions, such as the fist-sized metal box on the top, which can be seen to be the handicraft of ordinary people.

Godric's eyes flashed: "Who sent it? How did it come here?"

"A friend, I haven't contacted for more than a year. I just went to write a letter a few days ago. I didn't expect him to remember me." Salazar sat cross-legged on the bed in his nightgown, and when he stretched out his hand, the box fell to him lightly. In his hand, the outermost package was automatically opened.

This is...concentrated sulfuric acid?Looking at the finely carved levitation lines inside the metal box, and at the liquid film held in the middle by the energy of the wind system, Salazar directly wrapped the highly corrosive liquid with magic power and cleaned it up cleanly.This time, two pieces of wooden sticks were revealed. After careful identification, it turned out to be a broken wand.

Why are you sending this stuff?It's not as valuable as the floating lines on the metal box.

Salazar was stunned for a moment.

Godric's expression changed: "Who exactly sent this?"

"Dennis, maybe it's not him, who knows? After all, it's people from the supernatural world, you know where it is?" Salazar carefully studied the two wands, even put the broken pieces into his mouth and licked them, trying to judge What kind of fusion liquid is soaked in this wand, "Pure darkness attribute is really rare, what do you think?"

Godric Gryffindor still had a grim look on his face, but he also responded in a gentle voice: "It should be said that there are almost none. If you want to talk about pure darkness attributes, besides... I don't know anyone else."

Except Salazar Slytherin back then.

Salazar blinked, and he could roughly guess who the hidden person was, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Is it me? From this point of view, this is the wand I used before. Fortunately, Dennis was able to find it."

"I'll tell you what you want to know." Godric Gryffindor whispered.

"Farewell, I'm free, I'll think about it slowly." Stuffing the two pieces of wand into his pocket, Salazar rubbed his eyes, and went into the bathroom with the clothes he needed to change.

But after a while, he came out with wet hair, and began to unwrap the pile of presents full of energy.As he took it apart, he slowly pursed his lips, but Godric had a narrow smile on his face.

Those brats threw all the things they didn't need, right?

It must be said that the person who gave the gift really prepared it carefully, and the gifts were all extremely valuable and good things at the bottom of the box that have been passed down for countless years.But the question is - XX's Meditation Crown? XX's magic ring? XX's Mizusawa necklace? XX's Yuyan belt? XX's Feather Sky Wings?Why are these names so familiar?It seems that it has been mentioned in the history of the school that the first batch of students who had the courage to enter Hogwarts...

It is true that these are their rare pinnacle works, but they all need the pure, rich, and easy-to-absorb magic factor of thousands of years ago to function.What's more, he has no memory, but he can know it only by deduction. Maybe those things were made with the help of Salazar, and now they are given to him as Christmas presents?

Just kidding this is not.

When it was almost lunch time, Salazar finally went out, followed by Godric, who was almost crying with laughter.When he met another Slytherin who stayed at school, he nodded calmly, and saw the always gloomy sixth grader with a broken expression on his face.

What's going on here?Salazar was surprised for a moment before he realized that there was a Gryffindor behind him!The corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to walk towards the restaurant without changing his expression, startling everyone who stayed in school, and then sat down contentedly.

Maybe it was because there were too few people. This time, all the students and professors gathered together, and there were only a dozen people in total, and there was nothing left if they were divided into colleges and grades.

There are relatively more people left in Gryffindor, and it is the holiday time, and no one will target him at this time.The food at Hogwarts was as good as ever, but this meal annoyed Salazar because the person who opened the door shortly after the baked potatoes were served was Professor Trelawney, who taught divination.

A less gifted seer with a penchant for making death predictions.

"Sybil, I'm glad you're here." Professor McGonagall stood up and walked over, greeting in a neutral manner.

"Vice-Principal, professors, I've been looking at the crystal ball, and to my amazement - oh my god! You, you!" Trelawney's ethereal voice was suddenly replaced by a scream, and she stared fixedly at the table The diners were full of horror, "Thirteen, you have 13 people! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal You will be the first to die!"

"All right, Sybil, we're willing to take the risk," said Professor McGonagall impatiently.She wanted to continue, but Lockhart had already cut her off.

"Sybil, plus Professor McGonagall, we have fourteen people. Would you like to sit down and eat something too?" He smiled brightly, but Professor Snape locked his arm under the table, and he could only sit down and eat something. Grinning and screaming pain in my heart.

Professor Trelawney paused, sat down on the chair that appeared suddenly, and straightened his body solemnly: "I saw myself abandoning the lunch I enjoyed alone to join your dinner. Who am I? , how could I refuse the urging of fate? I walked out of my building at once, and I sincerely beg your pardon for my lateness."

"Of course, of course, let's start. If this continues, the turkey will be as cold as a rock." Professor McGonagall hated this divination professor who likes to play tricks, and kept urging, and at the same time scooped a spoonful of tripe for himself, " Sybil, would you like it?"

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the two female professors continued until the end of the meal.Salazar swallowed the last sip of juice and left the table first.

Professor Gryffindor immediately put down the tableware, nodded to his colleagues, and followed Salazar out.

The sixth-grade little snake hesitated for a moment, but still didn't follow, and silently moved towards the dean.When he felt the two gusts of cold air, he raised his eyes in surprise, and saw that Professor Lockhart, who had been converted to the protection of magical animals, had rarely smiled, and was staring at himself angrily.

He moved back to his original position silently.

At this time, Salazar was walking on the grass outside the castle, holding a broken wand in his hand, and he had the urge to break them apart and study them carefully.

But his attention was still on Professor Trelawney whom he had met earlier.

"After the teaching started, a student's death was predicted every year. Up to now, everyone who has been predicted is still alive, and the person who was selected this year is Harry Potter. This is the divination class at Hogwarts Professor? I thought I was mentally prepared."

"Obviously, you didn't. Professor Sybil is really not very suitable. As far as I know, her only successful prophecy was about the savior more than ten years ago." Godric Gryffindor was equally disappointed, "What are you going to do?"

"Change the professor, this is exactly what I planned to do this year." Salazar laughed suddenly, and accidentally scratched the section with his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood slowly overflowed from the scratched place.

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☆, Salazar watching Drake chasing his wife

When school started, Salazar was busy as hell.He had to search for information about Kenan Valo in all possible texts, and he had to avoid everyone's sight and investigate every professor in the school.In addition, there are some things in Slytherin that he must be involved in, and Verika is still too young after all.In other words, his identity was not suitable, and he couldn't control the two little snakes who knew the truth.

Well, he couldn't be more helpful with one thing.

That was Drake's savior hunting plan.A certain young devil said that he hadn't activated his love skills yet.

Blaise in the background smiles, smiles, smiles.

All in all, whether the little savior got a new fire, followed Professor Flitwick to learn the Patronus spell, or the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Even Law's game could not attract Salazar's attention.Except for Sirius finally breaking into the Gryffindor Tower, which made him crawl out of a pile of parchment and savagely dealt a big black dog.

In order to prevent the same thing from happening again, he modified the collar on the big dog's neck, and told the control password to ten students of all grades, including the prefect, basically ensuring that someone would monitor this reckless big dog at any time.

Draco was not among these ten people, after all Sirius was his uncle, and he was busy getting closer to Harry recently, although the effect was not good, but it was better than bringing a big black dog over there—— Harry saw the ominousness in the divination class, and now he is very sensitive to the big black dog. He doesn't want to scare the prey of his life.

When Salazar was busy day and night, the only one who allowed him to rest on time was Professor Gryffindor.

No one knows when Salazar gave him the authority of his dormitory. When the Slytherins realized it, he was used to going in and out of the lounge, and spent almost all his free time. Time was spent on Salazar.

No one else could enter Salazar's bedroom except him.

There are too many secrets recorded on the parchment there.

A pretending divination professor, a powerless Muggle studies professor, a magic animal protection professor who doesn't care about teaching at all, a potions professor who takes pleasure in scaring students, a history of magic professor who is dazed by facts and history, Neurotic Charms professor...seems like every professor in Hogwarts has a problem of one kind or another.Salazar even pulled out a piece of parchment that recorded all the courses of Hogwarts. Compared with the current class schedule, he can only say that the focus of wizards' attention is now shifting to life.

Maybe it was peaceful for too long, so I abandoned those fighting skills?Sara can't look down on this kind of behavior. According to the Orientals, it is right to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

After sorting out all the parchments, he began to worry about the candidate for the new professor.Fortunately, helpers can be called at this time, so one day, the students and professors of Hogwarts suddenly found that the castle was much quieter.

Correspondingly, there was an uproar in Salazar's dormitory.

Not to mention the big dog Blake who was chased and beaten by the fat lady with a frying pan, and Peeves who cheered and cheered frequently, the ghosts floating around and the spirited portraits are still very attentive.Salazar erected countless screens one meter away from the wall with the Transfiguration Charm, and attached the parchments one by one. Whether it was a ghost floating in the air or a portrait confined in a picture frame, it was easy to see. arrive.

He just said, deliberately leaving a mental body with some of his own memories, is it just to show his own existence?What a joke!Hogwarts has no consciousness of its own. These ghosts and portraits represent Hogwarts. The wisdom of those headmasters is no joke.

By Easter, the busyness finally came to an end. Although the ghosts could not provide candidates for new professors, Salazar could not choose in Hogwarts now.Of course, those adult Slytherins had time to go to the professor, but Salazar didn't believe in their abilities, not even Wieland.

No way, in the wizarding world that has been closed for too long, it is really difficult to find a wizard who understands ordinary people, supernatural beings, and other outstanding talents among non-wizard intelligent creatures.Even Salazar could only judge who could be a professor based on the information that came to him through various channels.

As for homework?Isn't there Verika here.

After recovering from the professor's problem, Salazar suddenly realized that, unconsciously, Slytherin and Gryffindor were almost at odds with each other.As the Quidditch match between the two houses approached, tensions between the teams and the houses were almost on the verge of breaking out, with minor chaos breaking out in the corridors and even sending some students into the hospital wing.

Draco seems to be around Harry Potter anytime, anywhere, and now he has a good excuse to laugh at the savior every day. At night, he slept with Harry's fire gun in his arms, for fear that it would be broken or snatched away when he wasn't paying attention.

Harry Potter was stressed out and reportedly had nightmares the night before the match - according to Sirius, who is now on good terms with Hermione Granger's cat, for which Draco Silently stopped the planned breakfast provocation.

"Does it hurt? But today is the enemy." Verika muttered in Draco's ear maliciously.

"I will be the one who wins!" Without hesitation, Draco has completely forgotten the power of the mysterious man, and imitated Salazar and rubbed Verika's head.

Verika almost jumped up, and knocked off Drake's hand with a slap, her cheeks were slightly red.

Blaise watched quietly from the side, looking at Draco with some displeasure: "What about the savior, should I bring some people to get in touch with him? Your Highness doesn't seem to hate him very much."

Drake repeatedly begged for forgiveness, he didn't want his classmates to interfere with his plan when he hadn't made any progress.

Unknowingly, the game was about to start, and the team entered the locker room ahead of time, and changed into the dark green robes of Slytherin College.Salazar was dragged by Verika to sit in the Slytherin auditorium, but he still didn't feel that he could watch a game in peace this time.

But there is a savior on the field.

Surprisingly, when the score increased to [-]-[-], everything was still normal on the court.Draco clutched his broom tightly, his face turning pale.

Now Gryffindor is leading.

All the Slytherins looked grim.

"I'm careless, they haven't practiced much this semester." A senior snake slowly leaned on the lap of the classmate behind him, and said disappointedly.

"It's no fun either. We are wizards, not werewolves with brains full of muscles." Someone echoed softly, but the tone was not so sure, and one could even hear a guilty conscience.

Salazar was the calmest one. He squeezed Verika's blushing face, and there was even a smile in his eyes: "If you want to win, you can work hard on your own. You only have so much time. Do what you want , just don’t let yourself regret it.”

The form on the court was indeed not very good. The little snakes played violent Quidditch and played crazy. They always felt shy when playing this normal game. They lost several goals in a row and felt impetuous.

Draco found the Golden Snitch several times, but Harry blocked him from chasing him, and his anger became more and more serious.He was once again blocked by Huo □□, and watched the Golden Snitch disappear from sight, and the score on the field had reached forty to ten, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

If you get in the way, just get in the way, knock over everything that gets in your way, no wonder he, who let those who don't have eyes get in your way.Once again catching the trail of the Golden Snitch, Draco rushed up on his Nimbus 2001 without hesitation.

There was a figure in front of him, it was Harry Potter.

With a sneer in the corner of his mouth, Drake had no intention of slowing down, and the distance from Harry was getting closer and closer, and he could even count his eyelashes.

When the two were almost touching each other, Harry pulled his broom vigorously, but he was still a step too slow. The heavy impact behind him caused him to shake violently on the broom, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose flew out.

Draco's feet were tightly wrapped around his broom, his right hand grasped the direction, and his left hand stretched out as far as possible.near, near...

A Bludger suddenly flew in front of him, and Draco's expression became serious. He grabbed the front end of the broom with one hand, and threw himself forward, barely holding the Golden Snitch in his hand, and the Bludger flew over his head.

Won.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he hurriedly turned around, and saw that the Bludger had accurately hit the little savior who had lost his glasses and couldn't sit still on his broom, and Harry had a faint tendency to fall.

Draco sighed, and before the overwhelmed Gryffindors could react, he slid past on his broom and grabbed Harry Potter's wrist as he fell completely.

The author has something to say: I have an exam next Thursday... completely crying in the dormitory

The update lasts until this Sunday, after which the author will fight to not fail the course...

☆, face the chaotic Salazar

The ownership of the Quidditch Cup has been determined, and Hogwarts is once again shrouded in the shadow of the exam.As June approached, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and even Gryffindor didn't have the extra energy to fight around. Draco firmly believed that it was the function of his hunting plan.

Salazar felt that the "accident physique" that had erupted since the little savior entered Hogwarts had improved, at least there were no accidents at the beginning of the last exam.He'd safely walked through a room full of electrical appliances at the Muggle Studies professor's house - God knew there were no electrical outlets at Hogwarts - and had finished his year of studies without a hitch.

It's just that before he leaves, he still has something to settle.

Sirius Black.

God knows whether this guy's head is stuffed with straw or water, and he can't grasp the point no matter what.It took Salazar half a vacation to tell him what happened more than ten years ago, and he spent the whole semester trying to get close to his godson Harry Potter, and the result was what he did More like scaring the little savior.

However, when Salazar brought him in, he was expecting him to clear himself of the crime, but in the end...even if Drake came, he could do better than him.

"What are you going to do? Last time, don't hurry up? If it weren't for your request, why would I let the dementors stay outside Hogwarts for a whole year? Sirius Black!" Slytherin's rest In the living room, Salazar smiled ferociously and crushed the tip of the big dog's tail.

The big dog whined, enduring the pain, not daring to pull out its tail, and looked at Salazar pitifully.Seeing the big dog's slick fur, Salazar blinked, sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to touch it, and pushed it again: "Potter is taking a divination test, on the eighth floor; as for that mouse..."

Before he could finish speaking, the big dog jumped out excitedly. Although it groaned because its tail was pulled, the speed was even faster.

Salazar frowned, turned around, and saw Drake coming out of the dormitory with a dark face, holding a metal cage that had been strengthened countless times in his hand, and the mouse inside looked like it was about to die: skinny, Shed a lot of hair, showing large bumps.

"How?" Salazar asked with interest.

"There isn't any positive answer." Draco frowned, with a bad expression on his face, but he was not overly disgusted, "It's pretty smart, as long as he agrees, I can send him to Azkaban myself. Now I have to see My dad's."

"This is normal. If you don't grasp the point of his real fear, it will be difficult to ask the key point." Salazar held the cage in his hand and carefully looked at the panicked little mouse.

"Let me come, isn't he a Death Eater? It's still under my control." Verika approached enthusiastically, teasing the poor little animal with a straw.These words made some little snakes in the lounge look over.

Salazar shook his head, carried the cage, and patted Velica on the shoulder: "Go to the dean, and see you outside the divination class examination room."

"Searle, you..." Draco said in surprise, "You care so much..."

"Do you think he can explain clearly?" Salazar shrugged and went straight out the door. The little snakes behind him looked at each other, and finally chose to let Drake follow.

Compared with the Muggle Studies class, the final exam of Divination is much more complicated. All the students are waiting on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, holding their books, hoping to take a last glance .

This is exactly what Sirius the Great Dog Black saw when he arrived, a beautiful dark-haired Indian girl coming down the stairs, her face beaming with pride: "She said I possessed the qualities of a true prophet." All qualifications, I saw a lot of things... Okay, good luck! What is that?!"

The students waiting for the exam were facing the door of that classroom, and only she who had just finished the exam could see the big black dog suddenly appearing at the corner.

Sirius couldn't control what she was saying anymore.He saw his godson, Harry Potter, almost identical to the original James Potter except for those eyes, only so thin that he looked as if he would be blown away by the wind.

With a whimper, the big dog jumped on it suddenly, causing the students waiting there to dodge in fright. With a few steps, it threw the panicked Harry Potter down on the stairs, and licked the saliva all over his face.

"Go, go away! You... go away!" Harry struggled to crawl out from under the big dog's belly, but during the time in the Slytherin lounge, although Sirius was not in a good mood, food was still not good. The stout, fat and strong body tightly covered the little savior under the body, hardly revealing anything.

The other students were visibly terrified.

"No, ominous! It's ominous!" The girl who had just finished the exam screamed and jumped up, stepped on the ground, slid directly down the stairs, and fell heavily on the last step.The others were not much better. After a period of chaos, the stairs were quickly emptied, leaving only the big dog pressing down on Harry Potter, and Ron Wayne standing on the upper floor at a loss.