Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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In the Slytherin common room, Draco looked complicated, and even his voice trembled.

After speaking, he regretted a bit, and quickly swept around and found that no one had noticed them, so he was relieved and returned his gaze to the face of the opposite person.

He seemed to be looking for something in that indifferent expression.

Unfortunately, Young Master Malfoy was destined to be disappointed.

Because Klein is still normal, there is no mood swing in those blue eyes.

"Ok."

He nodded slightly, turned the "Advanced Potions Deciphered" in his hand to a new page, without even lifting his head.

"Huh~"

Getting an affirmative answer, Draco twitched his mouth and turned to look at the giant snake statue in the lounge.

Speaking of jealousy, it is indeed jealous, but more, still admire.

After the spells and potions, will Quidditch be conquered by Klein...

The young master put his hands behind his head, and his thoughts drifted far away.

"Don't spread the news to others for the time being, and discuss it after you see it in the newspaper. Because of my age, the procedures over there are not easy to handle. In other words, I am just the captain in name and I usually don't participate. The kind of training.

I'm a student, so I mainly focus on my studies."

Do things have the main and the second, and the pursuit of knowledge is always the first place. Klein made his schedule clearly.

When there are no potions tuition and "mutual aid" activities, he can go to the Quidditch headquarters in England to abuse food and relax.

Learning, life and entertainment are not delayed, it is perfect~

"Being friends with you...really difficult."

Draco sighed.

Although he was only in the second grade, he was not completely a child from a pure-blooded family.He knew that a person like Klein who shined brightly in school would definitely become a great figure out of the campus in the future.

The young master who claims to be Klein's number one friend is under great pressure.

To be honest, he already feels that his hair volume is not as much as before (last year).

"Then work harder, work harder."

Crain didn't console Draco, but patted the other person on the shoulder.Then he once again immersed all his mind on the "Advanced Potions Declassified" borrowed from the library.

After more than a year's knowledge of potions, he has a clue about "the tenth use of sheep liver fruit".

Solve one of the "Ninety-Nine Potion Problems"?

I'm really excited to think about it~

...

"Pump, puff, puff."

With a tired face, Moody returned to the office holding a large pile of parchment.

He exhaled first, took two sips from the small hip flask in his arms.After feeling his body warmed up, the "Mad Eyed" swiped his mouth in satisfaction, spread the parchment, and began a new investigation.

RAB

This mysterious man is going to drive him crazy!

However, the investigation during this period is not without gain.

On the premise of boldly seeking proof and fully collecting evidence, his magic eye has locked a person, and he is 90% sure that "RAB" is him...

Regulus Attalos Black.

The Death Eater of the Black family!

Then the question is coming.

Why would a Death Eater steal the Horcrux of Lord Voldemort?

Moody's is puzzled at this point.

"It seems that it is necessary to find someone."

Gently tapping his fingers on the table, Moody's magic eyes rolled around, muttering to himself.

A slightly messy relationship spectrum was spread out in front of him.

On Regulus Attalos Black’s extended arrow, there is a circled name.Chinese Novel Library www.cnxsku.net

Sirius Black.

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Ministry of Magic Prison, Azkaban.

"Report to Chief Christopher, the patrol round is completed, and the cells are not unusual"

The jailers were dressed in smart clothes. Under the watchful eyes of the jailer chief Christopher, they saluted, and then stood quietly on the spot, waiting for the instruction.

"Ah, very good."

Christopher smiled and waved his magic wand, and the already prepared wine and meat appeared on the table.

"Relax, boys, our work today is over."

"Haha!" "Thank you, Chief Executive." "It's over, you can rest!"

It can be seen that Christopher, the chief jailer who has been in office for a few months has high prestige among the jailers, and the relationship with his subordinates is quite good.

The jailers who had endured the dementors all day cheered and rushed to the table, first thanking the chief for his generosity, and then unceremoniously eating and drinking.

Christopher just laughed, like a friendly uncle next door.

After staying for a while, he found an excuse to leave the table and walked slowly in the cold prison corridor with a dim lantern.

When the dementor wandering back and forth saw him, he floated away silently as if there was no one.Christopher didn't mind, just like walking in his back garden, stopping in front of certain cells from time to time, talking a few words, and moving on.

Go all the way, talk all the way.

He has stopped in front of at least fifteen cells.

"Da, da, da."

In the middle of the night, the movement of leather shoes on the ground was so obvious, Voldemort listened to the sound from far and near, and a strange color flashed in his big round eyes.

That man, Christopher, started those shameless conspiracies again.

Yes, he knew the secret of that jailer chief.

As a conspiracy expert, he doesn't think that a jailer chief doesn't drink and smoke in a warm office in the middle of the night because he is clean.

Frequent contact with prisoners, what is Christopher doing?

Hehe...

The water in the Ministry of Magic is also very deep.

Voldemort smiled sadly, and began to wonder if he could accomplish some of his own goals with Christopher's hand.

For example, jailbreak~

"Da, da, da."

I'm coming!

Voldemort was thinking about it, and Christopher walked outside the door of Voldemort's prison.

However, the jailer chief did not seem to have any intention of stopping.

Voldemort was anxious, and he turned over to the door, squeezed a dry smile through the iron fence, and rubbed his hands to greet the person outside.

"You...Hello."

Christopher didn't expect that there would be prisoners who would take the initiative to greet him.After a second, he turned his head, looked at the half-human monster, and blinked.

"Are you Guru?"

As the jailer-in-chief, the information on prisoners is naturally familiar.

It is difficult for Christopher to remember a characteristic prisoner like "Guru".

"I mutter your uncle!"

If he could, Voldemort really wanted to take a sip on that boring face.

"Yes, I am......"

The husband can bend and stretch, and the momentary humiliation is nothing. Voldemort gritted his teeth and just wanted to follow the other party's words, but unexpectedly met Christopher's cold eyes.

"What do you want to do without sleeping in the middle of the night, do you want to die?"

Voldemort's expression froze.

This.......

Why is it different from what you expected?