Chapter 218

I didn't do anything. A summer vacation passed.

Now think about it, it's like yesterday to be the spokesman of Hades

"Ha ~"

Leaning on his seat, Klein yawned and was absent-minded.

He has thoroughly understood the spells on the black Scripture of the dead. Limited to the region, he can't give full play to the greatest power of those spells in Britain. He can summon a poisonous insect or something. It's also valuable, but he thinks it's better to use fierce fire than spit out some disgusting things in his mouth.

If anything happens, the fire will be over.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

Draco in the same carriage was curious when he saw the expression on Klein's face.

After his trip to Egypt, he returned to Malfoy Manor. He didn't see him for more than 30 days. The young master actually gained a little weight.

"I wonder how good your food is to make you gain five pounds a month."

Klein smiled and joked.

Draco blushed at this.

"Not yet. After returning from Egypt, my mother always said I was thin, so..."

The real mother in the world is the same.

At the end of her trip to Egypt, she saw the black and thin Draco, which distressed Mrs. Narcissa. She changed flowers every day to arrange delicious food for her son.

As a result, I accidentally made up too much~

However, it is the adolescent who needs nutrition for physical development and should return to normal after a period of time.

I think so

"Isn't it very good? Next time you fight with Ronald, you have a little more chance of winning."

In first and second grade, Ron Weasley is Draco's "Nemesis".

When he couldn't use magic and didn't have Klein around, Ron with big hands and feet could clean up Draco once he saw him.

Now, Draco has a big arm and a round waist, at least not like the thin and grass snake in the past, which has greatly enhanced his ability to fight!

"Don't talk to me about the savage of the Weasleys."

Draco was angry at the mention of Ron.

Weasley family is recognized as a laughing stock in the circle of pure blood family. How can he be compared with a young master of Malfoy family who can only use muscles.

"I think if you don't take the initiative to provoke (cheap mouth), people won't..."

Klein scratched the tip of his eyebrows strangely.

Obviously, Draco takes the initiative to find trouble with others every time, but he eats flat every time.

If the young master put this spirit of repeated failures and battles on his study, his achievements would have taken off long ago.

"You don't understand. It's a matter of principle."

Draco put on a serious expression.

Klein saw that the child was hopeless.

Salazar Slytherin's idea of second place really did harm to people!

"Don't say that. You know, our" defense against the dark arts "is going to be taught differently."

As soon as the conversation turned, Draco blinked mysteriously.

Klein was stunned.

It was the first time that he knew the news.

"Professor Moody's teaching is not very good. Why is it so sudden?"

During the summer vacation, Klein had been studying ancient Egyptian spells and had little contact with the outside world. Even Dumbledore and Snape wrote greetings only occasionally, not to mention the friendly moody's.

"Professor moody seems to have something personal to finish."

Draco doesn't know much about it.

"Listen to my father. He and principal Dumbledore have been running around for two months, which makes the Minister of magic Cornell fudge very nervous. You know, Fudge has always been afraid of principal Dumbledore. It's no secret."

Klein blinked.

Two people running west?

I'm afraid I'm not looking for Voldemort's Horcrux.

On reflection, he felt that he had found the truth.

Last semester, moody even seemed absent-minded in class because of the Horcrux. Although he was able to cope with the teaching task thanks to his rich knowledge of black magic, it was obvious that old Auror's mind was no longer teaching.

In this way, it makes sense to resign.

However, the new "Professor of defense against the dark arts"

It can't be that person.

At the same time, in a carriage.

"Hello, I'm Remus lupin."

The thin man in a patched suit looked a little down, but his pale face was filled with a bright smile.

Looking at some little wizards who couldn't respond, he took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Your new professor of defense against the dark arts."

"New professor?"

Hermione reacted first and couldn't help wondering.

"What about Professor moody? He resigned!"

Although arasto Moody's is a strange old man in the eyes of many little wizards, but his teaching level is really unspeakable.

Xueba like Hermione likes the "crazy eyed man" very much (especially after gidrow Lockhart and Severus Snape).

"It's a pity that Professor moody can't teach at Hogwarts for some personal reasons."

Lupin smiled and didn't explain much. He turned his head and looked at the two boys over there.

To be exact, he looked at one of the green eyed boys.

"Hello, Harry."

Like, really like.

Young Harry is like his father James A copy of Potter.

Lupin remembered those days, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became more brilliant.

"Do you know me?"

Harry was a little puzzled. He always felt that there was a mysterious kindness in the new professor.

"Of course, I know you, Harry."

Lupin was very happy, really very happy.

Nothing makes him happier than an old friend's children thrive.

"Your parents and I are friends."

Friends, what familiar and distant words.

After the porters and Peter died, Lupin never made friends again.

After all

He is a werewolf - a very dangerous dark creature that is not accepted by normal people.

"Are you friends with my parents?"

At this, Harry's eyes flashed with excitement.

The new "defense against the dark arts" professor is actually a friend of his parents?

"Of course."

Lupin nodded, showing a look of memory.

"How to say..."

Originally, he was looking forward to this day, but when it really came, he didn't know how to speak.

Scratching some gray hair, Lupin smiled.

"Your father and I are very good friends."

In Hogwarts that year, four little Wizards of the lion's house were hanging shoulder to shoulder and wantonly enjoying their youth: James Porter, Remus Lupin, Peter Perudi, Sirius Blake.

It was his happiest time.

But then his eyes darkened.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I wasn't with you when you needed me most..."