Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Principal room.

"That's what you said, he's not dangerous."

From the corner, came the deep voice of Severus Snape, so rich, it was like a pot of potion that had been brewed for a long time.

"He almost killed his classmate."

"He's only in first grade."

Snape's voice was calm, but Dumbledore, who had worked with him for a long time, could hear that the clear sarcasm in his tone was almost overflowing.

When Harry entered school, he naturally immediately became the focus of Dumbledore and Snape's attention. With his looking around, he had already lost all the things in his head.

wonderland?

Snape felt that he should reassess the level of trouble in Harry Potter.

Then he saw an extremely terrifying existence in Harry's memory.

A silent one.

Snape knew of the Obscure, but had never seen it with his own eyes, because the existence of the Obscure had disappeared during Voldemort's time.

The Obscure was born because little wizards kept suppressing the normal outbreak of magic power. This was caused by the general environment. In the era when human beings were still very unfriendly to wizards and magic power half a century ago, many little wizards would have this situation.

But now, with the increasing acceptance of all kinds, the introduction system of major magic schools is becoming more and more perfect, and almost no young wizards have this kind of problem anymore.

However, as a knowledgeable master of potions, Snape could still understand the horror of the Obscure through books and materials.

But he has never had an intuitive understanding.

Now he has.

This is not the point, the point is that Dumbledore let this guy into Hogwarts, even as if nothing happened.

At this moment, Snape really thought that maybe Dumbledore's head had been covered with the sweet syrup, like a broken Felicia.

Rarely, Dumbledore didn't swallow Xiaoqiang raw, but held a Bibi Flavored Bean.

It seemed that he had some bad taste, and his old face wrinkled together.

"Want to try it?"

He pushed Bibi's multi-flavored beans forward.

Snape tried to kill Dumbledore with his eyes, and he'd been trying for years without success.

"He's in Slytherin."

After a long silence, Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, and finally spoke.

But just one sentence made Snape's gaze even more hollow.

What does this mean? Could it be that the silent man is not in Gryffindor and not with Harry Potter, so he can be allowed to do whatever he wants in Slytherin.

It's true that he cares about Harry Potter, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care about Slytherin, he is the dean of Slytherin.

"You are the Head of Slytherin."

Dumbledore said again.

"Mr. Chardie and Miss Hermione Granger..."

The old man's voice stopped abruptly.

But Snape already understood what Dumbledore meant, how familiar this scene was, like a replica of someone back then.

"We should all be happy that Harry will be a good boy."

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a sneer or something, but he didn't twitch in the end.

James. . Porter!

"We should be happier that I don't have the Dark Lord's terrible talents."

Snape said blankly.

Dumbledore didn't seem to care, and even smiled.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Severus."

Seeing that there was nothing to be asked from Dumbledore, and he couldn't figure out what the old bee was thinking, Snape turned around, flung his robes violently, and left the headmaster's room heavily.

. . .

He really couldn't understand what Dumbledore was thinking.

The Obscure itself is a threat. According to the Ministry of Magic's Decree No. 42, once an uncontrolled Obscure (and there is no controlled Obscure) is found, Aurors must be dispatched immediately to control it, and when necessary, it can be destroyed.

Snape didn't know what it meant to be an Obscure who was over ten years old and could be freely controlled.

Because according to books and sporadic records, the Obscure would only appear among young wizards under the age of ten, and Snape didn't know what the Obscure above the age of ten represented.

All he knew was that this thing was dangerous.

As a result, Dumbledore not only allowed him to enter the school and concealed it from the Ministry of Magic, but now it seems that he intends to ignore it.

Of course Snape knew that with Dumbledore's cunning, he would not ignore it, he had his own plan.

Just don't want to tell him.

damn it!

Otherwise the portrait would not have reminded him that Goyle and Crabbe were taken by that man.

By the time he hurried near Ravenclaw Observatory, the feud seemed to be over, and he found Goyle and Crabbe in an abandoned classroom, looking terribly frightened.

He asked sharply what happened, but the two of them faltered and couldn't tell. They used Legilimency to probe the memory, but they could only see a blur.

Snape immediately judged that this was not only frightened, but also a kind of magic he had never seen before.

Although he couldn't ask anything, relying on Snape's experience during the war years, he could still see some clues, such as Crabbe's pale face, which was caused by massive blood loss, his neck seemed to have healed, but still Barely see the traces of some kind of split.

Very vicious cutting curse.

The abandoned classrooms were cleaned up very cleanly, but Snape could still feel something. In the era when the Dark Lord was prevalent, there was this smell in the homes of families of opponents who were slaughtered by them.

die.

Dumbledore also said that Shaldirmo's situation was very similar to his own, damn it, he was not as dangerous as Shaldirmo back then, and far less than him. . So ruthless.

But Dumbledore didn't say nothing, he hinted vaguely that the dean of Slytherin was himself, and now it was time for him to perform the duties of the dean.

And exactly how to do it depends on him.

Snape looked blank.

He couldn't refuse. Dumbledore didn't have the energy to focus on this silent man for the time being, probably because Harry had just entered school, and Dumbledore needed more energy to deal with matters related to him.

And the Sorcerer's Stone.

That's why he threw this errand to him, and he had to take it, because he couldn't distract Dumbledore,

Because, Harry is more important.

. . .

"ah!"

Charles yawned and got up from the bed.

A flash of light flashed through the wand, which suddenly stopped Draco who was still falling. He canceled the portal, walked over, and saw that Draco had fallen into a coma.

There was an unpleasant smell about him.

“cleaned up”

Seeing that the two had the same interests, Ciel helped him clean it up, thanking the existence of magic, otherwise Draco might have such a bad day.

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up!"

Ciel slapped Draco's face, and with his persistent and unremitting efforts, Draco gradually woke up after about a few minutes.

Seeing this, Charles was very happy.

"You're awake, you have to go to class."

Draco's expression was distorted, and he looked at Charles in horror, as if he had no consciousness of his own.

Well, it was just a joke, and Ciel didn't force him to go to class, pinching Draco's chin, Ciel poured half a bottle of life and death water into him.

Enough for him to rest for a whole day.

Charles opened the door and walked out.

There are not many courses in the lower grades, but the upper grades are still very busy, especially in the morning.

But there are still some senior students in the fourth and fifth grades lying in the common room twisted and twisted like drunk, their bodies are filled with the smell of alcohol, various spices, and even confusion potions.

These young wizard boys and girls almost dragged the set from a magical drama to a decadent and decadent youth drama.

Sure enough, they are pure blood, and they know that they are socializing in their own small circle every day. They should have held some kind of socializing or small gathering last night.

There is no way, as the number of pure blood increases, there will be more activities like this, and all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, because ugly people are not eligible to participate.

However, how do you feel that these guys are still the same people from yesterday? Are they the background wall!

Ciel walked across the common room.

Seeing Ciel coming out, Pansy immediately stretched her neck and looked back, she frowned, because she didn't see her familiar figure of handsome Draco.

"Where's Draco?"

When Charles came over, she stopped in front of him with one step.

Pansy was not tall, half a head shorter than Shire, but the little girl was not afraid. She raised her chin and pointed her nostrils and mouth at Shire.

It looks weird from this angle.

"He's still sleeping."

Charles laughed.

This answer made Pansy very dissatisfied. The little girl pulled out her wand, wanting to teach Charles a lesson, but Charles just smiled and pushed her wand away with his fingers, waving his fingers, and walked past her.

Pan Xi froze for a moment, and when she turned around, she found that Charles' people had disappeared.

Damn mixed blood! Stamping his feet bitterly, Pansy decided to write down the account first.

Draco didn't show up, and Pansy was still very worried. After all, she saw all the conflicts yesterday. No one knew what Draco really was like her childhood sweetheart.

A little cowardly, like magic, even she might not be able to beat a hand-to-hand fight. If that half-blood really dares to offend the majesty of a pure-blood, then. .

"Where's Goyle and Crabbe?"

Pansy asked impatiently.

These two idiots haven't seen anyone since last night.

Blaise spread his hands, and didn't take Miss Pansy seriously, because he was showing a chic smile, concentrating on making eye contact with a third-year senior who was reclining on the sofa not far away.

It really is very inconvenient without a follower, even wanting to go to the dormitory. . Wait, Pansy suddenly paused in resentment.

Why did she always think of letting Goyle and Draco go to see Draco's situation, why didn't she go by herself, and girls were not forbidden to enter Slytherin's men's dormitory.

After thinking about it, Pansy thought it was feasible.