The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The old man was very happy.

I should have thought about what good things these little brats could have!

Just this magazine? My grandma's bikini is more revealing than hers!

But considering the current era, Argus no longer hesitated.

He stuffed the magazine under his pillow and fell asleep on the bed.

He slept soundly.

But on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, someone couldn't sleep...

...

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore took a few pieces of letter paper and read them over and over again.

His trembling palms hinted at his heart.

"Gellert... I'm sorry, I... I really didn't expect you to live like this!"

"If, if I could, I would rather..."

He leaned on the bench, as if he had lost all his strength.

Now he seemed to be just an ordinary, decadent old man.

Longing for the company of his relatives and lovers.

It took a long time for him to wake up from his sadness.

Murmured in a low voice.

"You really gave me a difficult problem."

"This kid... is exactly the same as you back then..."

"No, he is even better than you were back then!"

"What should I do... Gellert..."

At this time, on the high tower of Nurmengard.

A certain white-haired and heterochromatic old man was lying on a recliner

Comfortably basking in the starlight.

...

The next morning.

Argus didn't want to get up so early, but his biological clock prevented him from continuing to sleep.

Helplessly, he threw himself a clean and cleaned up bed and went to the Hogwarts restaurant.

After entering the restaurant, Argus simply greeted Draco and others, and then walked towards Amiri Carrow and others.

"Argus!"

At the long table of Gryffindor, Harry saw his friend coming and waved his palm to greet him.

"Hey, Harry, don't be so impatient."

"Now is not the time to greet your good friend!"

Percy sat not far from Harry and pressed his hand down.

"Why?"

"We will explain it to you!"

George and Fred came out from nowhere and pushed Ron next to Harry aside.

"Every year on the night of freshmen's enrollment, Slytherin will use a duel to select the freshman head."

"Each head will determine the head ranking through the head ranking battle."

"Wait until the next day, the battle situation will be announced to other colleges through the restaurant ranking!"

"This is a big deal, didn't you see? Many professors are also secretly paying attention!"

Fred pointed to the professor's seat.

As expected, Harry saw Flitwick and Professor McGonagall talking while looking at the Slytherin table.

"Well, if it's the same as in previous years, there must be a lot of people who are open for the Slytherin head election. Maybe we can take this opportunity to get some start-up funds."

"It's a pity that your good friend is too strong, so strong that the trolls know that he will be the Slytherin head."

George sighed, and with a funny expression, he made countless people laugh.

"I just don't know if there will be any changes in the ranking of the head this year."

"You know the strength of Argus! I heard that Diderot stayed at Madam Pomfrey's place last night!"

Fred seemed to remember something and looked at Ron with ill intentions.

"Hey, little Ronnie, do you want to make a bet with your dear brother?"

"What bet?"

Ron had been cheated by his own brother too many times, and he became alert as a conditioned reflex.

"Let's bet on what position Argus can get this time. If you win, I'll help you with your Potions homework this week."

"If you lose, just lend me your Scabbers to play with for two days..."

"Ahem!"

Before Ron could speak, Percy coughed twice.

Remind them that he's still here!

"Are you sure you're only playing for two days?"

Ron had been deceived into a psychological trauma, and he tightly covered his pocket.

He knew that his two brothers had always needed experimental materials.

But the gold galleons in his pocket were not enough to allow them to buy pets.

The purpose of borrowing Scabbers is obvious!

But the Weasley twins finally found an opportunity, so how could they give up easily!

Fred's expression was a little bewitching.

"Little Ronnie, think about it, that's a week's worth of Potions homework!"

"If you win, you can have fun for a week... With me here, you might even get a few big Os on your Potions homework..."

"Think about the envious looks from your classmates when you get your grades...

"

Fred and George sang the same tune, and Ron, who was fooled, was stunned.

Ron looked at Argus who was walking towards the Slytherin table, and remembered what Fred had just said.

Someone stayed at Madam Pomfrey's house all night!

I was secretly happy!

Stupid Odou-chan!

You have already told me the answer, and you still dare to bet with me!

This time I will take back everything I lost!

He slammed the table, his tone was extremely confident!

As if he was afraid that others could not hear it.

"Let's bet!"

"I bet he can play until the second year!"

"You can't choose the same as me! "

George and Fred looked at each other, their mouths curled up wildly.

Stupid Ou Doudou!

After being cheated for so many years, you still don't learn your lesson!

How could we do a losing business!

Last night, when they were eating secretly in the Hogwarts kitchen, they heard several Slytherin classmates talking about finding an opportunity to teach Agus a lesson.

If Agus hadn't gotten rid of the other party's chief, how could they say such things!

The two confidently said in unison: "Of course!"

"We bet that Agus can play until the third grade!"

"Harry, you be the notary!"

"Ah? Me? "

Harry looked at Ron, then at the Weasley twins, and nodded hesitantly.

Not far away.

Argus didn't hear their conversation.

He walked straight to Amiri Carrow's seat.

The chief's seat was at the front of the long table.

Many people were eating, but their eyes glanced at the Slytherin table from time to time.

Obviously curious about what position Argus could get.

"Filius, what place do you think Argus can get?"

Professor McGonagall has always been paying attention to Argus.

Hearing the bet of the Weasley twins, she couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"I was in the lounge and heard from a freshman in Ravenclaw that he had used the Flying Curse to summon Mr. Longbottom's pet in the carriage."

"Second- and third-year students can't do this."

Professor Flitwick had no prejudice against Grindelwald.

Compared to Argus's background, he appreciated the other's talent more.

"Indeed. "

"So, do you think he can make it to the third grade?"

Professor Flitwick thought for a while: "Third grade is about right."

"He is only eleven years old this year. Even if he has been exposed to magic since childhood, his own magic power will not be too strong."

"I also think third grade is about right."

While the two were talking, Argus had crossed the Slytherin table and came to the seat belonging to the headmaster.

The fourth seat on the right is the seat of the first-year headmaster, and it is also the beginning of all the freshmen heads.

But many well-informed people know that Diderot was beaten to Madam Pomfrey last night.

When Argus crossed this seat, not many people were surprised.

"This freshman class is quite strong. When Diderot comes out, I have to laugh at him once!"

"Hahaha... Who told him to look down on people all day long! "

The third position on the right is reserved for the second-year head.

When Argus came here, many people whispered, sure that he could not move forward.

Only a few people showed a mysterious smile on their faces.

"Little Ronnie! You lost, why don't you hand over Scabbers?"

Seeing Argus striding over, Fred held Ron down, fearing that he would cheat and run away.

On the other side, George's hand had already reached into Ron's arms.

Keep searching for the position of Scabbers.

"Let me go! You already knew it, right!"

Just then, Harry's voice came.

"Wait a minute, Argus doesn't seem to stop!"

Before he finished speaking, Argus had passed the position of the second-year head and walked towards the next one.

There was no intention of stopping at all!

"Third year! He's still going!"

"It's fake! A freshman can beat the third-year head!"

"Don't joke! What are the heads of Slytherin doing! "

There were constant exclamations of disbelief from the crowd.

But Argus kept on walking!

Third grade!

Fourth grade!

Until he sat opposite Amiri Carrow!

Slytherin's number two position!

At this moment, everyone was silent.

The seventh-year head of Slytherin was about to graduate and often asked for leave to go home.

It was unquestionable that Amiri Carrow, a sixth-year student, sat in the first position.

But why did Argus, a freshman, sit in the second position!

With Slytherin's strict hierarchy system, even if the fifth-year head was not there, it would be impossible for anyone to sit there casually!

Unless...

An unbelievable thought arose in everyone's mind.

Unless the people of Slytherin felt that even if the fifth-year head was still in Hogwarts.

He was definitely not Argus's opponent!