The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"No, I'm not happy at all!" cried Mr. Argus Filch, but the words didn't match the smug look on his face: "You're in trouble! The headmaster has a rule, You are not allowed to walk around at night with permission... right!"

While talking, Filch looked at the parchment roster in his hand: "By the way, you are Draco Malfoy, right, I show that you submitted an application to go home for Christmas vacation, but the result was not approved. It is allowed to return to school early... Ha, there is one more crime!"

"It's okay, Argus, it's okay!" Professor Horace Slughorn waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's Christmas, it's not a sin to want to go to the party... Let's forget it this time, let's not make an example... De Laco, you can stay."

Filch's expression of indignation and disappointment was beyond words, but he still chose to let go after all.

Malfoy seemed relieved, he quickly put on a smile and thanked Professor Slughorn for his leniency.

At the same time, he couldn't wait, looking for something in the crowd.

...

"It's Draco, why did he go back to school!" In the small Slytherin group, Blaise Zabini frowned and said to himself.

Gregory Goyle on the side also looked very surprised, and he was hiding something in his pocket at the same time.

When Draco Malfoy left the school not long ago, he warned Goyle that if there was any "unexpected" situation on the campus, he should be contacted through their unique contact method.

So while being surprised that the good "brother" Christopher Patrick had returned to Hogwarts, Goyle also quickly sent the news to Malfoy.

But what he didn't expect was that Malfoy rushed back to Hogwarts from Malfoy Manor in just a quarter of an hour; even when he sneaked into Slughorn's Christmas party, he was caught by Phil Mr. Kee was caught.

"Draco, come on, sit down..." Seeing Malfoy approaching him, Goyle quickly gave way to an empty seat.

"Merry Christmas, Draco..." Blaise Zabini on the side said a little lukewarmly: "I heard that your father escaped from Azkaban, that's really congratulations!"

Malfoy ignored him, but moved closer to Goyle's ear and asked in a low voice, "You said Christopher went back to school? Where is he now?"

"It's on that table!" Gore quickly pointed to the long table next to the rostrum: "Did you see..."

Staring at Christopher's familiar face from a distance for a moment, Malfoy asked in a low voice, "Who is that old man next to him, the one who looks very rude..."

"That's the headmaster of Durmstrang, Winston Vance..." Goyle grinned and said with a smile: "The headmaster of Durmstrang came to Hogwarts to celebrate Christmas, it's very strange One thing, isn't it..."

"Principal of Durmstrang..." Draco Malfoy's face was calm and terrifying, and his tightly clenched fists became a little trembling.

"What do you want, Draco!" Seeing Malfoy's ready to rush over there, Crabbe quickly hugged him from his side.

"I'm going to find Christopher...something very important..." Malfoy said hoarsely.

"Wait a minute, that table is full of distinguished guests of Slughorn... If you offend them, maybe Slughorn will kick you out again!" Goyle quickly explained: "Besides, in another quarter of an hour, the dance will start. It's not too late for you to go to him if you need anything..."

...

"Another three little bastards trying to break into the party, running around the school at night!" Outside Professor Slughorn's office, Filch said excitedly: "This time, I think the professor No more extrajudicial favors!"

"We're looking for Dumbledore—" Ron Weasley yelled.

But his sister Ginny quickly stopped him, and then she took an invitation from her pocket: "We have an invitation from Slughorn!"

"Me too!" Harry Potter also took out an invitation from his pocket.

After confirming that there were no problems with the two invitation letters, Filch's face became extremely disappointed again.

He took one last look at Ron, who hadn't shown the invitation.

"He's my dance partner!" Ginny said calmly from the side, "Okay, can you let us in?"

After finally passing Filch's level, the three rushed into Slughorn's office—

At this moment, the party was going on eagerly; but not many people noticed the three intruders.

The three of them quickly spotted Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom sitting next to the door, and hurriedly touched them quietly.

"Harry ... Ron ... and ... Ginny!" Hermione said in surprise: "How is this possible... Didn't you say that you would spend Christmas in Grimmauld Place? How could... "

"Grimmauld Place was attacked by a group of mysterious people... The Order of the Phoenix suffered heavy losses, and we were transferred to Hogwarts!" The two boys were already out of breath, and it was Ginny who explained from the side : "We found out that Professor Dumbledore was at Slughorn's Christmas party, so we rushed over to inform him..."

Hermione seemed taken aback, but she quickly calmed down again: "Is it an attack from Death Eaters..."

"No, it's not like the Death Eaters... It seems to be a more mysterious group of people... Where is Professor Dumbledore, I have to inform him..." Harry said while panting.

"Dumbledore had already left, as early as an hour ago, when the party just started!" Hermione shook her head.

"That's when I was attacked!" Harry clenched his fists and said firmly.

But his voice seemed a little loud——

"Look who's coming! Oh, Harry, my boy!" cried Slughorn loudly, "I thought you declined my invitation, but you were just late... Welcome, very much Welcome, my little troublemaker!!"

Horace Slughorn walked over involuntarily, and took Harry Potter's hand: "Come on, let me show you the other guests at this party!"

"At the same time, I also welcome your visit, Miss Weasley. I still have a deep impression on you to this day of the 'bat charm' you used on the train." At the same time, Slughorn pointed at Ginny and Ron successively. Nodded: "Of course you are welcome, Wetherby!"

Hermione took a deep breath, stood up of her own accord, and walked over to Harry.

"Say I'm your dance partner, Harry!" she whispered in Harry Potter's ear, in the tiniest voice she could, as she shot Neville Longbottom an apologetic look.

"Miss Granger?" Slughorn was slightly surprised.

"Hermione is my dance partner!" Harry understood and said hastily.

"Oh, that's it, come with me!" Slughorn smiled again, he seemed to have forgotten that Hermione Granger came here with Neville Longbottom an hour ago that's it.

...

Both of them sat on the last two vacant seats of the long table closest to the rostrum.

"Harry, I'd like you to meet Elder Walpole, my former student and author of Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires..."

"...and this one, Barnabas Guffey, editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, also my former student..."

"...and of course Gwenog-Jones, captain and Seeker of the Holyhead Harpies..."

Horace Slughorn introduced the "VIPs" on the long table to Harry Potter one by one with great interest.

Harry listened absentmindedly until Slughorn's attention was drawn from him.

"Hermione, what's going on?" He lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Look at the two people on the front right—" Hermione's voice was serious.

Harry raised his head and was stunned for a moment: "Wait...the young man among them...he is...Christopher!"

Harry was still very impressed with the mysterious exchange student Christopher Patrick.

And just now Slughorn introduced all the distinguished guests at the entire long table, but intentionally or unintentionally missed Christopher and the old man beside him.

"Christopher...how could he..."

"It's not just Christopher, but Winston Vance beside him, the principal of Durmstrang!" Hermione said in a trembling voice.

"Headmaster of Durmstrang?" Harry only felt that his brain was not enough.

"His identity is not only Durmstrang's principal, but also... one of Gellert Grindelwald's most loyal followers!" Hermione took another deep breath:

"Harry, don't tell me that you don't know about Grindelwald's escape!"

"Grindelwald..." This name was actually not familiar to Harry, but from Hermione's tone of voice, he could already feel the fear conveyed by this name.

"I have to talk to him...Christopher Patrick, talk to him!" Hermione Granger seemed to regain her courage: "Taking advantage of the timing when the Yule Ball starts!"