Chapter 508: Change in constant

Nothing has changed.
Whether it was a funeral in a snowstorm or Voldemort's rushing through the sky, nothing changed. Even the movement of all the guests to withdraw the castle is indistinguishable from someone's memory.
And Draco was one of those hurried retreats.
"... please enter the castle in order to temporarily avoid the enemies ... don't panic, please believe us ... please believe that Hogwarts can deal with ..."
Professor McGonagall had just instructed a group of professors to hold up the protective curse, and quickly turned back to greet the panicked guests to settle down.
Just when Voldemort strikes, how many people can really calm down?
Draco was crowded into the crowd, struggling to look back. Above Hogwarts Castle, a layer of translucent magical barrier has appeared, and just outside the barrier, several huge black demon signs are hung high, indicating the upcoming disaster.
"Voldemort is here!"
Like everyone else, Draco had only one idea in his mind. But unlike others, his idea seemed more pure.
Because who, apart from him, hadn't seen Voldemort soon?
Draco didn't know what he was feeling now, he couldn't figure it out. If someone asked him before then, he might say that he would be angry, or that he would be afraid ... But now, his heart seemed to be a mess, so complicated that it was difficult for him to read.
It wasn't long before Draco, bewildered, was pushed into the gate of the castle by the crowd, and came into the huge hall.
"Please don't stay in the foyer, everybody goes down ... please go down the stairs ..."
Professor McGonagall continued to give instructions. Most of the guests were unorthodox. After hearing her words, they seemed to have a goal and continued to move.
Before I was so stunned outside the door, in fact, Draco was already one step slower than many people, but now he could only squeeze into the last group of people and move forward together.
It has to be said that the order of the wizards is actually good. Although everyone only wanted to escape at the beginning, under the command of someone, the actions were not as chaotic as expected. It didn't take long for Draco to find himself on the stairs.
"The stone pier is out!"
A clear voice came from the hall behind him, and Draco stepped back and glanced back. Just then, he saw that amazing scene.
I saw all the sculptures and armors jumping from their original positions on the towering walls around the foyer, and the sound of slamming and slamming the ground was endless. Draco could still hear it faintly. It seemed that the same sound was ringing in the hallway above the castle. It seemed that all the statues and armor of the castle had come alive!
And right in the middle of the hall, Professor McGonagall held a magic wand, and the whole person was full of energy. Draco could hardly imagine how such a curse could be practiced.
"Hogwarts meets the enemy! You will obey orders, guard the castle, and defend against strong enemies! You will perform the duties and responsibilities of guarding the school!"
As Professor McGonagall shouted, all the statues of the knights held their two-handed swords upside-down in one hand, tidy to the ground, and then turned up the stone sword in their hands, lined up in order to the door .
At this time, Mileva McGonagall really showed her courage as the principal of Hogwarts. Seeing her standing in the middle of the knight's square, she looked like a powerful general general.
But at this moment, there was a loud noise outside the castle, and it seemed that something had fallen heavily on the floor of the vestibule, and Draco even felt a sudden shock at his feet.
Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the hallway, suddenly changed his face, and immediately afterwards, the professors who had cast spells outside to support the barriers ran back from the gate.
"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was startled, and wanted to turn back subconsciously.
"... It's too late, close the castle door immediately!"
When Professor McGonagall saw that everyone had returned to the hall, she waved her wand decisively. After a moment of the sound of the hinges of Kerala, the heavy door rumbled and closed.
The remaining statues of the knights who have not had time to go out, and the various strange beast stone carvings that are still moving upstairs are all locked in the castle.
The professors didn't go to the basement. They were attached to the castle and the entire campus. For them, this place is not just a place to work, it is actually more like another home for them.
Most of them have been in Hogwarts for a long time, and even teach like Professor Bins even after his death. It is conceivable that the charm of Hogwarts is not only for students, but also the most important place in the minds of most faculty and staff.
Of course, there are still some people who are not so concerned about Hogwarts. Of all the wizards serving as Professor Hogwarts, Slughorn was one of them.
Just now, he was involved in the operation of holding up the magic barrier, but when he saw the door closed, he hurried to the stairs.
"Oh, uh ... boy, are you also a student at Hogwarts?"
As a matter of course, Slughorn immediately bumped into Draco who was still staring at the stairs. This old man is dressed very bright today, but his bald hair is still meticulously combed. If it is not known, maybe he thought he was here for a social ball!
"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 Ko-Draco Malfoy, you are right, I am a student at Slytherin College. "
"Oh Malfoy? Are you Lucius's son?" Slughorn raised an eyebrow and nodded with a smile. "Your dad once mentioned you with me, yes ... Slytherin, Not bad! "
He paused for a moment, but he was very energetic and said, "You probably know, most of your Malfoys are Slytherin-this is an excellent college, isn't it?"
"I think you're right," Draco insisted, "I'm sorry, sir ... I haven't been able to ask your identity for the first time, may I--"
From small to large, Draco received the most orthodox pure-blood wizard education, and naturally there was nothing lacking in etiquette. It is just the pampering of his parents that makes him always aggressive, and often appears arrogant when dealing with his peers.
"Oh, this is Horace Slughorn, I think you must have heard me."
Slughorn's face was extremely thick, but in fact he was not talking nonsense. After all, what he was best at was managing all kinds of relationships. There were really many people who knew him.
"Are you Mr. Slughorn?" Draco said in surprise. "I do know you. You taught my father then! Today you are ... oh, naturally you came to the funeral ..."
Slughorn heard it, but smiled subtly, and did not immediately say what he was about to return to teach in the next school year.
Hiding this was a matter of course for him, after all, Voldemort was now outside! Who knows if there will be a "next school year" in Hogwarts?
If Hogwarts were to be taken up by Voldemort, he would run for the first time. No matter how vanity Slughorn was, he didn't want to work under Voldemort, and he knew exactly what that meant.
"Well, let's not stand here and talk, let's go down first!" Slughorn suddenly stretched his hands around Draco's shoulders, authentically, "This is too dangerous for you, come, I'll send You go down ... with me, you have nothing to worry about, do you? "
Obviously he wanted to sneak away to a safe place to avoid this indiscriminate disaster, but he said it as if it was to help students ~ EbookFREE.me ~ To be honest, this bald old man's face is thick and under the sky It is estimated that no one can compare.
However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an inexplicable coolness, spreading from top to bottom. Draco and Slughorn, as well as a group of professors in the hall, obviously felt it, and their faces looked puzzled.
This feeling was strange, as if someone had dropped a basin of spring water with a trace of coolness from their heads, so that their original nervousness was settled.
"What's wrong? What just happened?" Draco said with a confused expression.
"It seems to be some kind of magic," Slughorn is indeed an old wizard who taught at the same time as Dumbledore. Although he is usually devoted to business reputation, his magical talent is actually inferior to Professor McGonagall. Et al. "Although it is uncertain for the time being, it should not be the magic cast by Voldemort."
"Why?" Draco heard and immediately looked at the old man beside him.
"Because of that magical power, I didn't feel cruel and fierce ... yes, without any negative spirit," Slughorn frowned. "That's not the type of magic Voldemort is interested in. "
"... Is that so?"
Hearing what Slughorn had said, Draco couldn't help making sense. Although he didn't 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 were most fond of those ferocious curses.
He thought and looked up subconsciously, because the coolness just fell from above. This look does not matter, but let him see a figure that looks somewhat familiar!