Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

The battle in the dream has not yet come to an end, but the intrigue outside the dream has already begun.

When Merles Eddy took the key and left the lounge, the people hiding in the dark and waiting quietly took it for granted that he was going to contact the Night Stalker's web.

Bypass the lobby on the first floor, go to the atrium, and find the secret door by the pool. The black shadow chases the person in front of him down to the ground.

But before he could go any further, he was touched by the wand on his chest.

"You've been following me for a long time, Rudd Nott." As he spoke, Eddie pulled down Nott's hood, "Shouldn't you stay in bed at this time and participate in tonight's fight to the death?"

Rudd Knott, the fifth-grade prefect, pursed his lips and smiled, "As long as you hand over the required share of the sacrifice, you can directly abstain from voting... It's just a little trick. Didn't you also appear here at this time?"

"What do you want to do?" Eddie looked wary.

But Nott looked confident, "I want to make a deal with you to represent the noble person behind me."

"who?"

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

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There is a rule in the dream space that the winner of each level can be supplemented by the power from the loser.

As the number of people dwindled rapidly, Jody began to feed on this dream.

This caused him to feel so hazy that until he woke up from his dream, he thought he was eating something.

When Jody woke up, his men felt stuffy, crowded, and a heavy smell of earthy mold.

At this time, he felt like he was locked up by something. There were boards all around, and something was stuck in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Jody moved with difficulty and judged that his position should be

If he's standing, then it shouldn't be a burial plot.

There seemed to be some vague movement outside.

Jody heard the sound of the wooden board being knocked, and the only hand that was not suppressed fumbled up and down to find his wand.

Then the darkness in front of me was opened, and an old bald face appeared in front of me.

The only bald guy in the school is Filch.

At his feet Mrs. Norris was startled, arched her back and hissed.

Jody threw the cabinet with a bunch of cleaning tools stacked around him, making a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sound throughout the hallway.

Finding his wand with sharp eyes, Jodi picked it up and got up from the ground. Only then did he realize that the place he was in was not very far from the place where he passed out last night. Mordria found a place nearby to hide herself.

The magic power came out, and a gentle purring sound came from the wand.

Does the ghost also want to sleep? Jody was slightly surprised, then thought about it, maybe it was the spell cast yesterday that consumed her a lot?

"First grader? Why are you in a place like this!" Filch shouted at Jody, who was obviously frightened.

Jodi took advantage of the fact that the old bald man didn't think about setting off and slipped away to a distance that he could run at any time. "I slept in the room yesterday, and I don't know why..."

"You don't know why? But you're wearing a robe?" Filch's mind was so frightened that he couldn't turn around in a short time.

The next moment Jody turned and ran.

"You, you stop! Don't run!"

It would be strange if it stopped.

It was the same early in the morning, and he didn't return to the lounge until the morning. Merles Eddie stood in front of Mitiel with his head lowered.

Lavender Mithir watched Eddie chew on his words over and over again.

"…You mean that Nott? Rude Nott?"

Eddie nodded, "Yes, he is the one we promoted to prefect last year."

Mitiel suddenly raised his head and felt something was wrong.

He said 'we' promoted him to prefect?

He usually just says 'it's you'.

Mitiel then changed from a sitting position. After sitting up, he leaned over slightly so that he could get closer to see the other person's expression, "Rudd Nott called a group of people to snatch it away from you."

The key to the dungeon? How many people do I need to prepare to defeat you?"

Nott lowered his head even further, not daring to look at Mitiel's expression, "He said he was following Mr. Malfoy's orders to do things, and he was surrounded by people from the observation group. I can't beat him..."

"You surrendered, right?" Mitiel said straightforwardly, "Aren't the conditions I promised you attractive enough?"

"I...I didn't."

Mytil's breathing gradually became faster, but his heart became calmer and calmer. "Meurers, you are still so bad at lying. They convinced you, right? You think I will definitely lose."

Eddie stopped talking.

Mitiel understood that he was acquiescing, "Hahaha, I should have thought of it earlier. All the Slytherin students in the Night Demon's web are using it, and then a group of guys from other houses were added. There is no way to hide this news."

Mr. Malfoy deliberately asked them to use words to provoke me and make me think of a way to remedy it. The best way to clear the mark is to use the final dream, so that Joyce should also be his pawn.

And we know that in order to activate the final dream, we must use the dungeon to provide the energy to support the Night Demon's web, so as to set up an ambush and take the key from you... I seem to have lost."

Eddie secretly raised his head and unexpectedly met Mitiel's eyes.

He felt anger in those eyes. When anger showed in those eyes, he would still be afraid subconsciously.

Mitiel grabbed something on the table and threw it towards the big face, "Get out!"

The venting is only temporary, and Mitiel, who has cultivated the person for so long, still has to find a way to bring him back.

But this setback made him understand his immaturity.

He didn't even realize that the battle had started from beginning to end, and the battle ended with his defeat.

After all, he couldn't ignore the news conveyed by Eddie, and later that day he visited the observation group alone.

Malfoy was obviously waiting for him.

What is placed on the table is the key to one of Slytherin's seven mysteries, the 'dungeon'.

"I have heard from many old friends about you. You are young and promising..."

Mytier interrupted Malfoy's greetings, "Losers are not qualified to hear this... Let's be honest, what do you want me to cooperate with?"

Lucius was a little surprised to hear that Mitiel was so direct, but on the surface, there was no anger or irritation in this young man.

"The reputation of this new generation of mine has to be maintained by you. I am anxious to show you my abilities to gain recognition." Mitiel's humble smile did not contain any pretense.

This actually made Lucius look at him with admiration.

"Hahaha, I just want to test your abilities. It seems that I may be able to teach you something useful. Have you thought about your plans after graduation? Maybe you can talk to me."

Mytier knew that he had obtained an olive branch from Mr. Malfoy.

As the most powerful pure-blood faction at present, joining Malfoy's command is not a bad idea for him.

More importantly, Mitiel must find a way to hide the fact that he lost the secret treasure. "Of course, I am worried about what job I will do after graduation..."

"...After all, I can do well no matter what I do."

Lucius nodded with satisfaction, and then let's get down to business, "You have determined your career plan with me today, and you can get rid of the school's organizations bit by bit when you go back.

Regarding the secret treasures, I suggest you assign each item to different people... and then keep two of them for your chosen successor."

"Of course." Mitiel naturally agreed, "I will prepare two secret treasures for Young Master Malfoy. As for the other ones, he will have to collect them himself.

The heir of Slytherin must fight for the throne himself. Your proposal is fair."

Finally, their eyes fell on the key on the table.

Mitiel naturally did not need Lucius to explain, "Rudd Knott is the fifth-grade prefect whom I personally promoted. I value him very much among the lower-grade students. He deserves the key to the dungeon."

Finally, a smile appeared on Lucius's face.

Mitiel returned the smile.

With the two items to be distributed plus the dungeon, Malfoy was equivalent to receiving half of the Slytherin heir's inheritance before even enrolling in school.

From beginning to end, Lucius didn't mention the Night Demon's web, and Mitiel certainly wouldn't mention it.

Of course, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to remind the people in front of him that the Night Demon's web had changed its owner.

Only the dreamer can know the rules of dreams.

If Lucius didn't know that Jody killed all the other holders of the Nightmare Mark as a junior, then young Draco Malfoy might never be able to collect the Slytherin inheritance in his lifetime.

The successor will live up to his name from the next generation.