HP Wizard Age

"Horcruxes really exist, right? Professor, that diary." Asteria is also considered someone who has touched the diary, "It can be regarded as a Horcrux, and Professor Quirrell should be regarded as a Horcrux, yes ?"

"Unfortunately, yes, child. I said yes." Sitting behind the table, Dumbledore looked at the portraits around him.

The portraits are all Hogwarts headmasters of the past, and there is a headmaster who was born in Slytherin, showing off his college with other headmasters.

"Then... how many Horcruxes did the mysterious man cut?" Astria thought of a secret technique in the East, which was a bit like training a puppet, but the mysterious man sliced ​​himself up and placed it in a place where he had no active consciousness. on things.

Pursue longevity.

That's what Dumbledore said, but no one lives forever.

"Don't know, boy. Maybe ten, maybe fifteen."

That news is pretty bad.

But it's not too bad.

There are many secret arts in the East that are not available in the West, but the price paid is a bit high.

"I think it would be better to tell my dad." She said cryptically.That serious question should be left to adults for discussion.

Dumbledore paused, then nodded thoughtfully.

When Astria walked out of the office again, she let out a long sigh.

If they couldn't find the Horcrux, the mysterious man might never die.

Astria patted her cheek and persuaded herself to think about it. After all, it doesn't matter if there are ten or twenty, they have already eliminated two Horcruxes by mistake.

Inevitably, the matter of the Horcrux was like a heavy weight hanging on her heart.

Almost as soon as she was back in the dorm, Draco could tell she was on to something.

He put down the book, waved to Astria, and couldn't help laughing when he saw her running over.

"Draco, I've learned a very serious big secret."

Draco watched her expression carefully, worried and heavy, unlike the slyness she had teased him a few times before, which reminded him of the same way she was in the last match of the Goblet of Fire in the fourth grade.

He became cautious, "What's wrong?"

Astria held his slender hand, interlaced his fingers, and then slowly intertwined them.She wasn't used to hiding it from him.

She set up a sound-proof spell first, and then slowly told him what she discovered one by one.

Draco thought that all they had to do was kill the Dark Lord himself.He suddenly felt that he was too naive, he never knew that these things could be linked together.

He thought that as long as he survived this period of time, he would be able to overcome this hurdle, but he didn't expect that this hurdle suddenly became farther away.

He kind of understood Astria's expression when she just walked into the dormitory, but she was suddenly discouraged by reality.

After Draco managed to digest the heavy news, he heard Asteria's last sentence, "You mean, we all need to separate in the evening?"

"Harry has a copy of the Marauder's Map of Hogwarts. Someone will see us together. At present, Harry should not know." Otherwise, according to Gryffindor's character, his face will be full Show something.He also said last time that she deserves better.

Of course, Draco can't let Draco know this sentence, otherwise he will definitely challenge Harry to a duel.

"Why does he have everything?" Draco cursed under his breath.The invisibility cloak, the Marauder's map, the rocket crossbow, and more, he felt he had to get used to it.

They tacitly put down the Horcrux matter first, not to escape, but because they can't do anything in school now.Their parents may have a better way.

Almost no one stayed in the school this Christmas, Asteria woke up on the first morning of Christmas, and habitually touched the place next to her, only then did she realize that Draco is now in Malfoy Manor ...

Seeing the Christmas presents already piled up on the chair, Astria straightened her clothes and said Merry Christmas to Bara.

The whole of Hogwarts was empty, really like an uninhabited castle.

When she walked to the auditorium, the four long tables in the auditorium had disappeared, leaving only one small long table.

The professors basically stayed at Hogwarts. As for the students, Astria sat down and waited for a while, until Professor Trelawney came, and there was no student. It can be seen that she was the only student staying at school this year.

On the ceiling and the surrounding walls, Professor Flitwick still took great care to arrange them.The elves on the Christmas tree sang Christmas carols, there were also snowmen swinging on the tree, and many small gifts were hung.

Because it was Christmas, Professor McGonagall, who usually had a stern face, eased his expression, but Astria felt that Professor McGonagall should be because there was no Umbridge sitting at this table.

Umbridge was of course going back to her Ministry of Magic.

Hogwarts is on vacation, why is she guarding an empty castle?

"The world will still be fine, everyone, raise your glasses. Merry Christmas!" Headmaster Dumbledore had a huge red bow tied to his beard, and his hat was covered in snowmen.

Since the last time I talked with Dumbledore about the Horcrux, Asteria has never met him again, and today is the second time since then.

"Merry Christmas!" Asteria also smiled and held up the juice.

It is also very interesting to spend Christmas with the professors in this way.Professor Flitwick will tell her about his spell duel competition. Professor McGonagall doesn't talk about the ordinary wizard level exam anymore, but he will still discuss transfiguration with her, Professor Burns I would interject a few words, and Professor Trelawney would also say some nonsense, and Professor Sprout told her about the Barber tuber at that time, and Professor Snape was cutting his little piece of tuber in obscurity. steak.

After the meal, Astria took out the Christmas presents for the professors from the space bag, as long as they were present, there would be presents.

Professor Snape straightened his upper body, looked down at the silver-green gift wrapped in his hand.Principal Dumbledore accepted the gift with a smile on his face. Professor McGonagall also happily accepted the gift wrapped in Gryffindor colors. Professor Trelawney accepted the gift moved even though his hands were covered with cream.

"Oh, Asteria, God...God will bless you." Professor Trelawney said, obviously she wanted to say something, but Professor McGonagall felt that she would say something inappropriate pull her.

"It's really hard work, Miss Knightley." Professor Snape was sitting opposite her. He stared at the gift box for a long time before he said a word. Of course, there was still a slight mockery in his tone.

"Oh boy, I'm afraid Severus is overjoyed. He hasn't received any gifts from students yet." Dumbledore revealed Snape's truth without hesitation.

Astria expressed his understanding, after all, according to Draco, Professor Snape won the title of "Most Feared Professor" from the first year of teaching, and he has been awarded the title ever since.

So she smirked and nodded.

When everyone thinks that the Christmas holiday is the happiest and most beautiful time, the content of the Daily Prophet is like throwing a boulder into the water.

The Ministry of Magic announced last night that there was a mass escape in Azkaban. During his visit, Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed that ten felons escaped last night. He has notified the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives.

"Unfortunately, we are in the same predicament as when Sirius Black escaped two years ago. And we don't think the two things are unrelated. Such a large-scale escape makes it doubtful that there is an outside response. We most doubt that there is still Peter Pettigrew, who escaped, is the most qualified to help others escape from prison. You must know that he has concealed the truth for more than ten years. Mouse, too cunning, but the Ministry of Magic is sparing no effort to track down the fugitive, and the public is asked to be vigilant Do not approach these criminals."

Astria gripped the newspaper tightly, and looked at the ten felons who escaped from prison again. Very well, the Ministry of Magic's self-deception and self-deception sent ten right-hand men to the Dark Lord.

Draco was sitting in the luxurious and spacious hall of the Malfoy Manor. Because their "loyalty" people moved in, the curtains around them were all drawn, and the living room now became extremely oppressive and dim.

He sat at the end of the long table, where his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, who had just come out of Azkaban last night, was sitting next to him. uncle.

In fact, his mother never said anything about his aunt.

Draco chewed the bread expressionlessly. He thought that the last holiday was the hardest. Compared with this year's Christmas holiday, that holiday was actually a happy one.

"This is Draco, Bella."

Draco forced the expression on his face to be natural, which was actually not difficult for him, because this holiday he needed to show loyalty every day, humility - to the master he was "dedicating".

"Aunt Bella." Draco heard his own voice close but respectful.

Bellatrix looked at Draco with a weird smile. She was about to say something, but suddenly a person appeared in the main seat, and her expression suddenly became extremely devout.

Draco's hands froze subconsciously, and he immediately put down his fork, and bent down with the people in the living room, "My master."

The only space he can relax in is his room, and the house-elves he's been tidying up in his room have been pleasing to his eyes lately.

Picking up the newspaper on the desk, looking at the Azkaban prison escape report that occupied two pages, and the Ministry of Magic's emphasis on trying to catch the fugitive, Draco snorted contemptuously.

Can you catch it?Will not.How could the Dark Lord have someone send back his dying right-hand man.

During this period, when the dementors passed through Malfoy Manor, he knew that those rotten and disgusting creatures were also from this camp.

As long as they pass by, the flowers her mother cultivated in the garden will freeze and wither, all the white peacocks will die, and the rest may not live long.

He had also run into the werewolf leader in the living room before.

"What delicious meat."

When Draco recalled this sentence, he could still think of the weird smell and intoxicated expression on his body, and he just felt sick in his heart.

See, Malfoy Manor hasn't had these filthy creatures in centuries.And these are their "allies".

Draco thought that his father had the foresight to put the portraits of the ancestors in a secret room long ago, otherwise every portrait would have a pale face.

He just wanted to go back to Hogwarts now.

Draco touched his pocket watch unconsciously, the only thing that could make him feel better now was probably Asteria.