Chapter 651

After the branch ceremony, a grand welcome dinner began.

Because another group of freshmen came, the long tables of each college seemed more lively than usual, even those often hypocritical Slytherins were no exception.

Now that the ceremony has gone through all the procedures, the Wizards under the International Federation of wizards who came all the way naturally don't have to wait in the side hall. Maka brought them in and asked them to sit down at the new round table without introducing them to the students.

Needless to say, these wizards came to discuss the alchemy competition again. According to the original plan, the world-class competition will be held in Hogwarts in a period of time. As long as the preparations are fully prepared, it will be an unprecedented alchemy feast.

However, the competition may be exciting, but most of the preparations before the competition are boring. Instead of going to their table and listening to some boring social words, we might as well pay attention to the little wizards.

In fact, in the middle of Slytherin's table, there is just a humble secret love drama.

At the beginning of this school year, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key way! Just because he didn't take many classes, he didn't even take the o.w.ls exam. In this academic year, he can only stay in Grade 5 for a year.

As for the so-called "secret love", of course, it refers to miss pansy Parkinson who often comes close to Malfoy.

"Oh... Draco, I know you must be very disappointed. But it doesn't matter. Everyone knows that with your intelligence, it's perfectly possible to go directly to grade 6..." pansy sat carefully on Malfoy's right hand, not even looking at the delicious food on the table, just trying to comfort each other, "I mean it, Draco! In my... Our mind, you will always be the most... Well, the most powerful of our term!"

It was obvious that her words were so against her heart that when she said them herself, she subconsciously looked at Maka's direction with a guilty look.

But Malfoy had no feelings for her and was not listening carefully at the moment. He just ate the food on the plate one mouthful at a time and said nothing, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It's worth mentioning that now his two stupid big men, Crabbe and gore, don't turn around behind his ass. because even with their IQ, they understand the importance of being a man with their tails between them.

After all, both of their fathers were loyal death eaters who followed Voldemort. Now, the two fools of the older generation were both captured and sent to Azkaban in the final Phoenix raid on the Death Eater's nest.

In the cheering welcome dinner, Malfoy silently ate the food on his plate, then put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium ahead of time.

The weather has been quite good recently. It's sunny during the day and breezy at night, but Malfoy walks in the corridor as if he were in a cold winter. There is infinite hesitation and suffocation in his heart, torturing him every minute and every second.

Yes, in the end, Snape went to check him and prepared a magic medicine for him to inhibit dreams during sleep. Although that magic medicine is expensive and must be taken regularly and quantitatively every day, the effect is really good. At least he hasn't had nightmares since then.

It's a pity that he didn't realize that he couldn't avoid it until the first few days of school.

Although the nightmare did not appear again, an emotion climbed up to his heart obviously and easily. He could even feel that it was a desire directed to his heart - a desire for power, power and respect for others.

More importantly, that kind of greed is increasing day by day with the passage of time, and has an impact on him step by step. However, he still feels this subtle change clearly, but he can't refuse the strange power that grows synchronously with his desire.

He knew that he was afraid that he could use the dark energy now, but he didn't dare to use it once. He worried that once he used it, he would never be himself again.

Before he knew it, Malfoy suddenly found that he had come to the top of the astronomy tower in a trance. This is the highest place in Hogwarts castle. Standing by the railing, the night wind in the sky was unusually strong, making his robe sound.

Looking around, the mountains in the distance are full of mountains swallowed up in the night. Looking up, the whole piece of stars twinkle with different brilliance, as if they could be reached.

This was a beautiful scene, but in Malfoy's eyes at the moment, it seemed so manic.

"Hiss..."

He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and then hammered his fist on the stone railing. The pain in his hand distracted him somewhat, but it was only enough to ease his tired heart a little.

"Power... Ridiculous power..." murmured Malfoy, holding his elbow on the railing and lowering his head. "Even if I can have this power, can I beat McLean? Better than Voldemort --"

That's right, but isn't he the one who has fantasies from beginning to end? Otherwise, ask Maka to lower her head and explain. With Maka's ability, maybe the trouble would have gone away from him long ago.

"Bang!"

He smashed the railing again, accompanied by a deliberately lowered roar. The unwilling meaning contained in the low roar was obvious.

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"... well, this is the common room of Hufflepuff. You can do your homework, read books, chat, eat snacks, play wizard chess, etc. no matter what you want to do, it's always right to come here. Yes, I remember that our professor McClane created wizard chess here - here, it's on the table by the window ！”

After the dinner, the prefect led the freshmen of their college back to the common lounge according to the usual practice and introduced them how to get in and out in the future. At present, Ernst, who was assigned to Hufflepuff college, was looking around the round room, and there were scattered explanations from the senior students.

In Hufflepuff, the most worth telling for freshmen is the glorious history of Maka. Just think, what can be more topical than a former classmate and now a world-class celebrity?

"Oh... Are you talking about the extraordinarily young gentleman? Is he really our professor?" when the senior mentioned Maka, a small girl immediately asked.

"Yes, that's right!"

That senior is actually Marca's former roommate Ernie. Since he became a prefect last year, he has a bit more of a leader's temperament. Now, of course, Maka is the best friend he is most proud of. He is full of pride when talking to his younger brothers and sisters.

"He taught ancient magic Literature..." Ernie said happily, "do you know? Last year, we took an important exam in this session. We reviewed it for a long time, and it was still very difficult! But guess what? Those guys who took magic literature as an elective course all passed the exam, and most of them were excellent!"

At this point, he also looked left and right with exaggeration, and then whispered: "... You know, in Marca... 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, there were not only a few people in this course... Even if he did, there were never more than half of the people who passed!"

"Oh! That sounds great..." the little girl nodded.

"Of course he's great!" Ernie said excitedly. "Maybe many of you have heard of it, but I can tell you the most real side from the perspective of my personal experience - do you know the Dark Lord?"

"I know!" few children born in a wizard family don't know this. Moreover, there have been disturbances some time ago. Even if they are still young, they have heard from their elders, "it's Voldemort! Listen to my uncle, no one dared to mention his name before!"

"No, not only that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "the Dark Lord doesn't just mean a person... Yes, many people know Voldemort now, but many young people still remember that there was the first generation of Dark Lord before Voldemort! Think back then..."

His sentence "think of the past" was equivalent to holding a personal speech. He not only made up stories of the materials he found, but also created some "dark history" that did not belong to greenward, which made these little guys feel creepy.

In the end, he paused on purpose until everyone's appetite was satisfied.

"... think about what would happen if the two generations of the Dark Lord came together?" Ernie said, slapping the table, frightening the freshmen. "Needless to say, that is death! Destruction! Ruins and blood everywhere!"

"That's terrible..." speaking of this, he swallowed his saliva and was stunned to create a subtle sense of tension. "But no one thought that when Maka protected the whole school teachers and students and returned to the castle alone, he actually stayed outside!"

"And then?"

The voice of the inquiry was much calmer than that of the previous freshmen, but the tone of voice was much higher because of the desire to know - that was when Ernst turned back.

"Later?" Ernie grinned. "When the gate of the castle was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found that Maka fell at the door. In addition to her pale face, even the wizard's robe was intact. And the two powerful dark demons had all fallen into the snow without breathing!"