The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Argus sent the notes and handed them into Percy's hands.

The strange thing is that it was his own note, but Percy felt it was hot to hold it.

The mocking looks from the people around him made his face feel hot.

When my brother did something wrong, the other party not only did not ask for compensation, but also generously forgave him.

The only request is to lend me a few notebooks!

As a result, he even came to ask for it.

For the first time, Percy condemned his impulse from the bottom of his heart.

Meeting Yagus's clear eyes...

Well, the guilt is deeper.

"Well... Yagus, I'm not in a hurry anymore. If you haven't finished reading it, you can keep it..."

Percy hesitated, forcing a sentence out of his mouth.

"Tsk, you've come to ask for it, and you still say this, is it hypocritical?"

Alexia curled her lips in disdain, which only made Percy even more embarrassed and angry.

"You misunderstood, Alexia."

"I told the Weasley twins before that I wanted to return the book. I originally wanted to deliver it in person, but Percy saving me a lot of trouble by coming to pick it up."

Argus explained for Percy, which slightly relieved his embarrassment.

Percy looked at Argus gratefully.

"I still have some notes. I'll pack them up tonight and send them to you tomorrow."

"What if...if Ronnie...forget it!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Percy wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

He said my brother is following you, please be careful?

Or is it that my brother has just slandered you at Professor Snape's place and should I apologize to you in advance?

He bet that if he said that, it wouldn't take more than the next day for it to spread throughout Hogwarts.

After Percy left, the chiefs saw that it was getting late and returned to the lounge hall one by one.

As soon as Argus walked in, Draco rushed over.

"Yagos! You will come tomorrow, right!"

"Tomorrow? What's going on tomorrow?" Argus didn't react for a moment, and it was Daphne who was not far away who explained for Draco.

"Tomorrow's Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor will be Draco's first official appearance."

"He has been pestering us for a long time, asking us to come together to cheer him on."

"Yagos, you don't even know such an important thing!"

Draco was a little dissatisfied, and Argus shook his head helplessly.

"You forgot, I can't use a broomstick."

"Of course I don't care about these things."

Draco woke up from a dream and stammered: "Argus, I didn't mean that. I am... I am..."

"I know, it's okay."

"I'll go cheer for you tomorrow!"

Argus patted Draco's shoulder in reassurance.

If he remembered correctly, Quirrell attacked Harry on the Quidditch pitch in an attempt to knock him off his broomstick.

It was Snape who saved him.

I don’t know if Harry is just a substitute player now and will he have a chance to play.

…

the next morning.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin table had a distinct smell of gunpowder.

For schoolchildren, Quidditch is a big event.

What's more, it's about the Academy Cup!

Teenage children still have a strong sense of collective honor. Even if they don't say anything openly, they are silently cheering for their college in their hearts.

Because it was Saturday, the little wizard who had no classes seemed even more excited.

When Argus walked to the Slytherin table, a group of Quidditch members headed by Marcus were gathering together to discuss tactics after dinner.

Not far away, on the long Gryffindor table, a group of little lions were annoyed that another section of the House Cup hourglass had dropped.

Harry and Ron lowered their heads guiltily and tried their best to get through.

But how could Snape give him this chance!

"Good luck, Potter!"

"Then again, since you dare to go to the restricted area on the third floor, Quidditch should be a piece of cake."

"Even if the opponent is...Slytherin."

"Oh, I forgot. You seem to be just a substitute seeker. It's not certain whether you can play on the field..."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Harry and Ron were left stunned.

The two of them didn't sleep well all night because of this incident, and they didn't even dare to say a word for fear of being discovered by others.

It's hard to hide it quickly, this guy asked you to steal it!

The little lions of Gryffindor looked at the two men with unkind expressions on their faces.

If it weren't for Ron's relationship with Percy and the Weasley twins, they would have been sacked and tricked.

After two months of torture, Ron's face was much thicker than before.

I can still eat.

Anyway, if there are too many lice, you are not afraid of being bitten. This kind of situation can happen once or twice.

The more you do it, the more you'll get used to it.

Harry stared at Snape's injured leg without blinking, and his mind unconsciously recalled the scene with Hagrid at Gringotts before entering school.

Hagrid seemed to have taken something very important from there.

Could it be that... Professor Dumbledore put something on the third floor, and Snape took advantage of the troll riot last night to steal it!

He quickly shared his thoughts with Ron.

Ron's eyes widened!

"That must be it!"

"That evil Slytherin, together with Snape, wants to steal Dumbledore's treasure!"

"We clearly saw him last night, but he disappeared on the third floor. Snape must have helped!"

Harry was stunned.

He only mentioned Snape, what does it have to do with Argus?

But on second thought, what Ron said was not without reason.

Argus did disappear from their sight.

And there was no other suspicious person at the scene who could help cover up except Snape!

"Eat quickly, after eating, let's go to Hagrid to ask, first find out what they want to take away!"

Ron was very excited and urged impatiently.

Harry shook his head: "No, I will discuss tactics with Wood later, wait until I finish the game, and then we will go to Hagrid!"

On the other side, Argus held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and elegantly cut a piece of bacon and fried eggs and put it into his mouth.

Suddenly, I felt like there was something more in my arms.

Without changing my expression, I looked around with my peripheral vision.

I saw Professor Quirrell walking by the Slytherin table.

I understood.

I calmly put down the knife and fork and walked out of the hall.

When I came to a secluded corner with no one, I quietly reached my hand into my arms.

Inside was a note with only one sentence.

"Come to my office."

The next second, the flames ignited and swallowed the note clean.

"You're going to make trouble again, can't you just be quiet for a few days!"

Argus came all the way to Quirrell's office.

There was no one inside.

After waiting inside for a long time, Quirrell pushed the door and walked in.

The moment he saw Argus, his expression gradually changed.

The original cowardice on his body turned into cold and powerful.

"Where is the thing I want?"

"I was followed by someone, and I didn't get it."

Argus's very simple reply made Voldemort stunned.

He thought Argus would use various methods to quibble, but the sudden straight ball surprised him a little.

"Being followed by someone is your excuse?"

Voldemort's tone became dangerous, and a tyrannical atmosphere spread.

"Didn't you get it either?"

Argus replied calmly, without showing any fear because of Voldemort's change.

"How do you know I've been there?"

"You don't look like someone who would bet all your chips on a little kid like me."

"Besides, you should have seen that Snape is in there. If I go in, I'll be dead."

"Snape is my loyal servant! As long as you reveal your identity to him..."

"Teacher!" Before Voldemort finished speaking, he was interrupted by Argus.

"You know better than me that your loyal servants are now in Azkaban!"