Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

No change, nothing has changed.

Whether it was a funeral in a snowstorm or Voldemort's sudden arrival, there was no change.Even the actions of all the guests withdrawing to the castle were the same as someone remembered.

And Draco was one of those who hurriedly retreated.

"...Please enter the castle in order to avoid the incoming enemies... Don't panic, please trust us... Please trust Hogwarts can handle..."

Professor McGonagall had just directed a group of professors to hold up the protective spell, and quickly turned around to greet the panicked guests to settle down.

But when facing Voldemort's attack, how many people can really calm down?

Draco was squeezed in the crowd and furiously looked back.Above Hogwarts Castle, a semi-transparent magical barrier has appeared, and just outside that barrier, several huge black marks hang high up, heralding the imminent disaster.

"Voldemort is here!"

Like everyone else, Draco had only one thought in his mind.But unlike others, his thoughts appear more pure.

Because besides him, who else has seen Voldemort not long ago?

Draco didn't know what he was feeling now, he couldn't figure it out.If someone asked him before this, he might say that he would be angry, or maybe he would say that he would be scared... But now, his heart seemed to be in a mess, too complicated for him to interpret.

It didn't take long for Draco with a blank face to be pushed by the crowd and squeezed into the gate of the castle, into the huge hall.

"Please don't stay in the hall, everyone go down...please go up the stairs..."

Professor McGonagall was still giving instructions constantly. Most of the guests were all six gods and no masters. After hearing her words, they seemed to have a goal and continued to move.

Before being so stunned outside the door, in fact, Draco was already a step slower than many people, but now he could only squeeze in the last group of people and move forward together.

I have to say that the order of the wizards is actually good. Although everyone only wanted to escape from the beginning, under the command of someone, they did not act as chaotic as they thought.It didn't take long before Draco realized that he had also come to the stairs.

"Stone Pier is dispatched!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the hall behind him, and Draco paused and glanced back.At this moment, he saw that amazing scene.

I saw all the sculptures and armors on the towering walls around the entrance hall jumped from their original positions, and the sound of rumbling on the ground was endless.Draco could still hear it vaguely. It seemed that the same sound was also rang in the corridor above the castle, and it seemed that the statues and armors of the entire castle had come to life!

And right in the center of the hall, Professor McGonagall was holding a magic wand, his whole body radiant.Draco couldn't imagine how such spells could be practiced.

"Hogwarts is attacked by an enemy! You will abide by orders, guard the castle, and resist strong enemies! You will perform the duty and responsibility of guarding the school!"

As Professor McGonagall shouted, all the knight statues held their two-handed swords in their hands upside down, and slashed to the ground neatly, then turned over the stone swords in their hands, and lined up to the door in an orderly manner. .

At this time, Minerva McGonagall truly showed her courage as the principal of Hogwarts.But I saw her standing in the center of the knight's square, like an imposing army general.

But at this moment, there was a sudden bang outside the castle. It seemed that something was slamming on the floor of the vestibule, and Draco even felt a sudden shock under his feet.

Professor McGonagall, standing in the hallway, suddenly changed his face, and immediately afterwards, the professors who had cast spells outside to prop up the barrier all ran back from the gate.

"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was startled.

"...It's too late, immediately close the castle gate!"

When Professor McGonagall saw that everyone had returned to the hall, she waved her magic wand decisively.After a clacking sound of the hinges, the heavy door rumblingly closed.

The remaining stone statues of knights who had not had time to get out, as well as the various stone sculptures of strange beasts that were still moving upstairs and down, were all locked in the castle.

The professors did not go to the basement. They were attached to the castle and the entire campus.For them, this is more than just a place to work, it is actually more like another home for them.

Among them, most of them have been in Hogwarts for a long time, and there are even those who teach even after death like Professor Bins.It is conceivable that the charm of Hogwarts is not only for students, it is also the most important place in the hearts of most faculty and staff.

Of course, there are still some people who are not so caring about Hogwarts.Slughorn is one of all wizards who are professors at Hogwarts.

Just now, he was also involved in the action of propping up the magic barrier, but when he saw that the door was closed, he rushed to the stairs.

"Oh, uh... boy, are you also a Hogwarts student?"

Of course, Slughorn immediately ran into Draco, who was still watching the stairs.This old man is dressed very brightly today, but his bald hair is still meticulously combed. If he is not known, he might think he is here for some ballroom dance!

"Ah! Hello, sir..." Draco raised his chin subconsciously. This is his habitual movement. Even if he wants to keep a low profile, he has not been able to change it in recent years. "I am Della. Co—Draco Malfoy, you are right, I am a student at Slytherin College."

"Oh-Malfoy? Are you Lucius's son?" Slughorn raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded, "Your dad once mentioned you to me, yes... Slytherin, Not bad!"

He paused for a while, but then said with a high spirit: "As you may know, most of your Malfoys are Slytherins-this is an excellent college, isn't it?"

"I think you are right," Draco nodded reservedly. "Sir... please forgive me for being rude. I didn't ask for your identity in the first place. May I ask you who--"

From childhood to adulthood, Draco received the most orthodox education of pure-blood wizards, and was naturally not lacking in etiquette.It is just the pampering of his parents, but he is always a little domineering, and he often appears a little arrogant and domineering when getting along with his peers.

"Oh, I'm Horace Slughorn, I think you must have heard of me."

Slughorn's face is extremely thick, but in fact he is not talking nonsense, after all, what he is best at is managing various interpersonal relationships, and there are really many people who know him.

"Are you Mr. Slughorn?" Draco said in surprise, "I do know you, you taught my father back then! Today you are... Oh, you are naturally here for the funeral..."

Slughorn only smiled cleverly when he heard the words, and didn't immediately tell about his coming back to teach in the next school year.

It was a matter of course for him to hide this thing, after all, Voldemort is outside now!Who knows if Hogwarts will have the "next school year"?

If Hogwarts were occupied by Voldemort, he would have to run away immediately.No matter how vain he was Slughorn, he didn't want to work under Voldemort, he knew exactly what that would mean.

"Okay, let's not stand here and talk, let's go down!" Slughorn suddenly reached out and put his arm around Draco's shoulder, and said solemnly, "This place is too dangerous for you, come, I'll send Go down...With me, you have nothing to worry about, do you?"

Obviously he wanted to sneak to a safe place to avoid this unwarranted disaster, but he said it was like he came to help students.To be honest, the bald old man's face is so thick that no one in the world can compare it.

However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an indescribable coolness, which spread from top to bottom.Draco and Slughorn, as well as the professors in the hall, obviously felt it, and there were doubts on their faces.

This feeling was very strange, as if someone had fallen from a pot of spring water with a hint of coolness over their heads, so that their originally nervous mind, instantly settled down.

"What's wrong? What happened just now?" Draco said with a confused expression.

"It seems to be some kind of magic," Slughorn deserves to be a veteran wizard who taught at the same time as Dumbledore. Although he is obsessed with operating prestige, he is actually no less talented in magic than Professor McGonagall. Waiting for someone, "Although it is not certain for the time being, it should not be a magic cast by Voldemort."

"Why?" Draco heard the words and looked at the old man beside him.

"Because in that magical power, I didn't feel cruel and fierce...Yes, there was no negative spirit," Slughorn frowned. "That's not the type of magic that Voldemort is interested in. "

"...Is that so?"

Hearing Slughorn's words, Draco couldn't help feeling that it made sense.Although he could not feel anything at all, at least he was positive about this statement.Draco, who had been with Voldemort for a few days, knew very well that Voldemort and his Death Eaters favored the most vicious curses.

While thinking, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the top of his head, because the chill had just fallen from above.It didn't matter to look at it, but he saw a figure that seemed to be familiar!