Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Blake...he reminds me of a loyal servant..."

Looking at the old house elf in front of him, Comrade Lao Fu remembered some things from the past. It was a secret, and only a few people knew that Kreacher was one of them.

"You came from the old home of the Black family? Why?"

"The annoying prodigal son inherited the mistress's house. He didn't like the old Kreacher, so he kicked Kreacher out." Kreacher bent down and answered cautiously.

"Oh? Is it Sirius?" Comrade Lao Fu smiled, looked at Lucius and Narcissa standing aside, and said, "He actually went back?"

"He is now the last bloodline of the Black family, the great Dark Lord." Narcissa lowered her head and whispered.

"Really? I didn't expect that only one person from the ever-pure Black family would be left. What a pity..." Comrade Lao Fu sighed.

After he failed to obtain the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship at Hogwarts, Comrade Lao Fu embarked on a bloody path. With the concept of "magic belongs to pure blood", he won the support of the vast majority of pure-blood families.

, And the most determined among them is the Black family.

As the oldest pure-blood wizard family, the Black family has the deepest foundation among the twenty-eight holy families. It just so happens that the children of that generation of the family are also very outstanding. Sirius, Regulus, Narcissa, and the most loyal

Bellatrix, the former is a general of the Order of the Phoenix, while the latter three are Comrade Lao Fu's right-hand men.

It can be said that before Comrade Lao Fu faced his own Waterloo, the people he trusted most were Regulus and Bellatrix, the Black siblings.

"Kreacher, tell me, what did Sirius do after he returned to the Black Mansion?" Comrade Lao Fu leaned back in his chair, very relaxed. He knew very well the habits of house elves, and Kreacher could tell him.

There aren’t many. This question is completely asked casually. It’s best if you have it, and it’s normal if you don’t.

"The annoying prodigal son doesn't allow Kreacher to reveal his secret to others..."

"Then pick what you can say!"

Kreacher lowered his head, with a pair of big bat-like ears drooping. He tugged on the rags wrapped around his body and said: "The old Kreacher is not liked by the eldest young master, but the mistress dislikes the eldest young master even more, because

He brought his nasty friends back to the mistress's house and made a mess of him..."

"Especially those stupid little wizards and disgusting mudbloods, they are the worst..."

"Little wizard?" Comrade Lao Fu became a little interested and asked, "Who are they? Be more clear, Kreacher."

"A disgusting mudblood, a pure-blooded scum Weasley, and the eldest master's godson..." As he spoke, Kreacher suddenly shed tears and grabbed the rag on his body to wipe his tears, "Then

He is a very bad boy. He always treats his friends angrily. Like the eldest young master, he hates Kreacher very much... Kreacher just followed the order of the mistress, but he scolded Kreacher with vicious words..."

"Godson?" Comrade Lao Fu thought thoughtfully, "What is his name?"

"Harry Potter."

"Potter? Hehehehe..." Lao Fu smiled suddenly, his attention was completely attracted. This name reminded him of many things. It was as far away as that night more than ten years ago, but as close as it was a few days ago,

The scene he accidentally "saw".

"Listen, Lucius, Sirius is actually Potter's godfather? What a wonderful fate!" He waved his hand, looking even more happy. A plan suddenly came into his mind and he couldn't wait to try it out.

"Take it away, Lucius, you can keep it..." Lao Fu said, "As long as he doesn't tell the truth, it doesn't matter if you keep it."

"Will you do this well, Lucius?"

"I understand, Master, I will tell it what it cannot say." Lucius said with a bow.

Comrade Lao Fu waved his hand again, and then stood up from the chair. Wormtail next to him quickly stepped forward to support him. Lucius and Narcissa took Kreacher upstairs and let him go to the kitchen to find a place to stay.

Then he went back to his room to rest.

Ike had been listening quietly. At this time, he also returned to his room, but his mind was recalling the plot that had become very blurry. In the basement before, he noticed that Comrade Lao Fu's expression was strange for a moment.

The moment Kreacher said Harry's name.

Gradually, the deeply buried memory became clearer, and Ike remembered it. His thumb subconsciously pressed on the ring, but in the end he did not press it.

"It's not time yet, it's not time yet..."

Thinking about it, he raised his fingers again.

This Christmas Eve was not peaceful. Comrade Lao Fu got some news from a house elf, which gave him some new ideas about the original plan, and the success rate may be improved a lot.

In contrast, Harry's Christmas was as unsatisfactory as ever.

Just a few days ago, he felt like he turned into a big snake in his sleep. He even attacked Mr. Weasley and bit him several times. This woke him up and he found Dumbledore in a panic.

Li Duo told him what he felt and what he saw.

Dumbledore didn't believe it at first, but after hearing what he said, he asked the portraits to confirm and found that what he said was true.

Mr. Weasley was really attacked!

Ron, Ginny, the twins, and Mrs. Weasley all came to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where they saw Mr. Weasley wrapped like a mummy.

Everyone was worried, and Mrs. Weasley was crying like a tearful person, but it was obvious that there were some things more important than the injured Mr. Weasley.

After Harry and the others were kicked out, Moody, Tonks and the Weasleys talked about some secret things. With the help of the telescopic ears prepared by the twins, Harry and the others heard the adults' conversation.

"...They searched the whole place and didn't find the snake that attacked you...But the mysterious man wouldn't expect a snake to go in, right?"

"He should have been released for investigation." It was Moody's voice. "He should have wanted to explore the situation. If Arthur is not here, the snake will have more time."

"Potter saw the whole thing? That's what he said."

"Yes, that's right." Mrs. Weasley said, "Dumbledore seems to have been waiting for the child to see it. He is very worried..."

"Of course he's worried! Potter he doesn't know what this means! Seeing through You-Know-Who's snake, this is serious!"

"Think about it, if the mysterious person is attached to it, is it possible..."

Harry couldn't listen anymore. His heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest. His face was burning, and he was feeling a little dazed. He took off his retractable ears numbly, looked at his friends next to him, and found that

They all looked at him with fear on their faces.

He was panicked, his mind was in a mess, and he even felt that Voldemort was possessing him now, observing everything through his eyes.

"It was me...it was me who killed Mr. Weasley!"