Chapter 650: Listening to long storytelling

After the branch ceremony, a rich welcome dinner began.
Because of a new wave of freshmen, the long tables of all colleges seemed more lively than usual, even those Slytherins who were often fake and serious.
And since the ceremony has all gone through the process, the wizards of the International Federation of Wizarding Unions who come from a long distance naturally do not have to wait in the side hall. Maca brought them all in, and invited them to sit down at the newly-added round table without introducing them to the students.
Needless to say, these wizards are, of course, here to discuss the alchemy again. According to the original plan, this world-class competition will be held in Hogwarts after a while. As long as preparations are fully prepared, it will be an unprecedented alchemy feast.
However, the event may be exciting, but most of the pre-match preparations are boring. Rather than go to their table and listen to some boring social rhetoric, it is better to focus on the little wizards.
In fact, the middle of Slytherin's dining table right now is playing a modest crush.
This time, Malfoy finally appeared low-key! It was just because he had missed a lot of classes that he failed to take the .Ls exam. In this school year, he can only stay in the fifth grade to make up for one year.
As for the so-called "secret love", of course, it means Miss Pansy Parkinson, who is often next to Malfoy.
"Oh ... Draco, I know you must be very lost. But it doesn't matter. Everyone understands that with your ingenuity, it is perfectly OK to go directly to sixth grade ..." Pansy sat carefully on Malfoy's right hand, I didn't even take a look at the delicious food on the table, but I tried to try to comfort each other, "I mean seriously, Draco! In my ... in our minds, you will always be the most ... um, most awesome!"
Her words were obviously too offensive, so that when she was talking, she gave a subconscious glance in the direction of Maca.
But Malfoy didn't feel much about her, and he didn't listen at all at this moment. He just ate the food on the dinner plate bit by bit and said nothing, as if everything around him was nothing to do with him.
It is worth mentioning that now, his two stupid big men, Crabbe and Goyle, are no longer spinning behind his butt. Because even the IQs of those idiots understand the importance of being a human with a tail.
After all, their fathers were loyal Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. Now, the two silly big men of the older generation were all sent to Azkaban by the twins in the final attack on the Death Eater's Nest by the Order of the Phoenix.
During the laughter and welcome dinner, Malfoy quietly finished the food on his plate, then dropped the knife and fork and left the auditorium in advance.
The weather is pretty good these days. The wind is bright during the day and the breeze at night, but Malfoy walks in the corridor, but feels like it is in the cold winter. In his heart, there are infinite hesitations and dullness hidden, and he is constantly torturing him every minute and every second.
Yes, in the end Snape went to check him out and made him a potion to stop dreaming while sleeping. Although the potion is expensive and must be dosed regularly every day, it works really well, at least since then he has never had a nightmare.
Unfortunately, it wasn't until the first few days that he was about to start school that he realized that he couldn't escape.
Although the nightmare did not reappear, an emotion clearly reached his mind. He can even feel for himself that it is a desire that points directly to his heart—a desire for power, power, and respect for others.
More importantly, that greed grew with the passage of time and affected him step by step. He himself felt the subtle change clearly, but still couldn't refuse the strange power that grew in tandem with desire.
He knew that he was afraid that he could already use that dark energy, but he had never dared to use it. He was worried that once he used it, he would never be himself again.
Unconsciously, Malfoy suddenly found that he actually reached the top of the astronomical tower. This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle. Standing by the railings, the night breeze at the sky is surprisingly strong, and his robes are hunting.
Looking away, the shadows in the distance are full of mountains that are swallowed up in the night. Lifting your head, the whole star is shining with a different light, as if you can reach it with your hand.
This was a beautiful scene, but in Malfoy's eyes at the moment, it looked so disturbing.
"hiss……"
He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then hit a hammer on the stone railing. The pain in his hand distracted him somewhat, but it was only enough to relieve his tired heart a little.
"Power ... ridiculous power ..." Malfoy propped up the railing with his elbow and whispered his head down. "Even if I have this power, can I beat McLean? Stronger than Voldemort- — "
That being said, isn't it himself who has fantasies from beginning to end? Otherwise, ask Maca to lower her head and give an explanation. With Maca's ability to show, maybe this trouble has long gone from him.
"boom!"
He smashed at the railing again, accompanied by a roar that was deliberately lowered, and the unwillingness contained in that roar was obvious.
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"... Okay, this is our common room in Hitchpatch. You can do your homework here ~ EbookFREE.me ~ chat, snack, play warlock, etc ... whatever you want to do , It's not wrong to come here. Yes, I remember when our professor McLean created the wizard war chess here-oh, on the table by the window! "
The dinner was over, and the heads of the college led the freshmen of their respective colleges back to the common room and explained to them how to enter and leave in the future. Right now, Ens, who was assigned to Hitchpitch College, is looking around this round room, and the ears of the seniors are fragmented to explain.
In Hitchpatch, the most worthwhile nature for new students is the glorious history of Maca. Just imagine, what could be more topical than a former classmate and now a world-class celebrity?
"Oh ... are you talking about that extra-young gentleman? Is he really our professor?" Hearing the headmaster, she mentioned Maca, and a little girl immediately asked.
"Yes, that's right!"
That senior is actually Maca's former roommate Ernie. Since he became a senior last year, he has a little more of a leader's temperament. Now what makes him proud most is, of course, the friend of Maca. It is full of pride when talking to his younger brothers and sisters.
"He teaches ancient magic literature ..." Ernie said cheerfully, "Do you know? Last year, we took an important exam this time. We have reviewed it for a long time, and the difficulty is still very great! But you guess What's wrong? Those folks who take magic literature have all passed the exams well, and most of them are excellent! "
At this point, he glanced left and right exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "... you know, in Maca ... oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a great relationship with him ... … I mean, before Professor McLean was in charge of magic literature, this course was not only chosen by fewer people ... even if it was chosen, there were never more than half of those who passed! "
"Oh! This sounds amazing ..." The little girl nodded again and again.
"Of course he's great!" Ernie Hing said bluntly. "Maybe many of you have heard of it, but I can also tell you the most true side from the perspective of my personal experience-do you know the Dark Lord?"
"I know!" Few children from the wizard's family didn't know this, not to mention the turbulence a while ago. Even if they were young, they had heard it from their elders. "It was Voldemort! Listen to my uncle. No one dare mention his name before! "
"No, not only that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord is not just a person ... Yes, there are many and many people who know Voldemort now, but those who are not too young still remember that before Voldemort There is the first generation of the Dark Lord! I think that year ... "
His phrase of "thinking about the year" is equivalent to holding a personal lecture, not only compiling the information he found into stories to tell the freshmen, but also making some hard work that does not belong to Greenward. The "dark history" came out, but these little guys all heard the creeps ~ EbookFREE.me ~ At the end, he paused deliberately, and didn't continue to speak until he appetite everyone.
"... Think about it, what would happen if the two generations of the Dark Lord came together?" Ernie said, slamming the desktop and scaring the new students, "Do you need to talk? That's death! It's destruction! It's ruins and blood everywhere! "
"That's terrible ..." At this point, he swallowed his saliva, creating a subtle tension. "But no one thought that when Maca protected the teachers and students of the school alone and returned to the castle, , He's just left alone! "
"and after?"
The voice of this inquiry was much calmer than the previous freshmen, but the tone was still improved because of the desire to know-it was Ens, who looked back.
"Later?" Ernie grinned. "When the door of the castle was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found that Maca fell to the door. Except for her pale face, even the wizard's robes were intact. And that The two powerful Dark Lords have all threw themselves in the snow without breathing! "