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Chapter 301 Little Wizards: We are so scared

The halls of Hogwarts were bustling again.

Malfoy, who had just come out of the school infirmary, was helped by Goyle and Crabbe to sit on a chair. His head was still a little dizzy.

"Goyle, what happened after I left?"

"You missed a wonderful Transfiguration lesson, Draco." Goyle was so excited that he didn't even notice Crabbe blinking like a money printing machine.

"Harry took over Professor McGonagall's class, told us the principles of the Transfiguration class, and also guided us to turn buttons into different things according to our respective preferences!"

"I succeeded in conjuring a turtle, Draco! Oh, its carapace is black, and there are no stripes..."

When Malfoy heard Harry's name, he didn't want to hear it anymore.

He felt like his head hurt badly now.

Obviously Madam Pomfrey had told him that the side effects of the Forgetting Curse had been eliminated.

"So, Crabbe, what happened after Transfiguration."

"We had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Draco." Crabbe thought about it and found that Harry's performance was not outstanding, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said honestly:
"Mr. Potter said he was going to use the Killing Curse to deal with a crazed werewolf, but he was criticized by Professor Quirrell."

"Professor Quirrell said he shouldn't have such dangerous ideas."

Malfoy finally heard some good news. He looked at the starry figure of Gryffindor, chuckled, and sighed with regret.

"That's what wild monkeys without aristocratic training are like, they only know how to solve problems in the most barbaric way."

"Once the Killing Curse is used, it will leave a permanent mark in the mind. When the wizard loses control of his emotions, the killing mark in his mind will be magnified and he will use it unconsciously."

"Once used again, the traces of killing will be magnified again, and the impact on the wizard will be deeper until it becomes a killing machine."

Crabbe nodded frequently and said, "Draco, you are so awesome. What Professor Quirrell said is almost exactly the same as you!"

Malfoy raised the corners of his mouth gracefully and accepted the compliments from his friends generously.

Harry accidentally saw the arrogant Malfoy and couldn't help but smile:
From now on, we will all be classmates in the same house. Please support me in becoming a prefect of Slytherin.

Malfoy didn't understand what Harry meant.

He snorted habitually, and then, knowing that his ideological level was higher than Harry's, he returned a caring look to Harry.

Ron on the side came to Harry and whispered: "Is Malfoy being provocative?"

"No." Harry saw Dumbledore, Snape, Minerva, Quirrell and Tom walking on the stage together, and his attention immediately focused on them.

"Quiet." Dumbledore's voice echoed in the halls of Hogwarts. "Now, I would like to introduce you to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher——"

"Professor Tom Riddle!"

Tom bowed gracefully, and the lights in the hall were attracted to him. Among the girls, he seemed like a prince who stepped out of a fairy tale.

Of course, the boys, led by George Weasley and Fred Weasley, couldn't bear to see their female classmates showing infatuated expressions to others.

"I feel like he's trying to be fake."

"Maybe he only has rich theoretical knowledge, but his actual combat experience is not even as good as Ron's."

"Hey, don't take me with you." Ron looked at his brothers speechlessly, but he quickly joined in the "denunciation" of Professor Riddle.

"Harry, do you know him?" Hermione noticed Harry's abnormality. She put her hands on her hips and stared at Harry, "Should you let me learn the seventh-year spell before you talk?"

"Yes, Hermione, you are so smart." Harry kissed Hermione's forehead gently, sealing Hermione's hair that was about to explode.

"Harry!" Hermione blushed and hid under the table, shouting angrily.

"Forgive me, Hermione, this is the last time." Harry pointed his index finger on Hermione's forehead and said softly.

"Hmph, I will learn seventh grade magic soon, and then you won't even be able to hide any of your little secrets!"

Harry just smiled, focusing mostly on Dumbledore.

"It seems that Professor Riddle is very popular with everyone." Dumbledore smiled and then dropped a huge bomb, "Mr. Tom Riddle was once my student."

"He has very outstanding magical talent." "Professor Riddle did many wrong things in the early years, but he has begun to repent now."

"You should have talked about him in the newspapers and in family conversations."

"Yes, Professor Riddle has another name." Dumbledore looked at the little wizards with doubtful expressions and said calmly:
"Mystery man."

The sounds in the hall instantly disappeared without a trace.

The faces of the originally nymphomaniac little witches suddenly turned pale.

The little wizards who 'denounced' Professor Riddle squatted directly on the ground, only daring to expose half of their heads on the table.

Malfoy was struck by lightning.

There was indeed a lot of mention of You-Know-Who in his family, especially his father and mother.

But this is definitely not a good memory.

Malfoy is like this, and so are other wizards.

Although Riddle had a sunny smile on his face, those deep-rooted terrifying images had already cast a terrifying shadow on his thin body in the eyes of the young wizards.

"Don't worry, Professor Riddle has signed a magical contract with Hogwarts."

"He will not harm the students here. I will be watching him and the teachers at Hogwarts will be watching him."

Before the young wizards could collapse and scream, Dumbledore quickly offered words of comfort.

"It has been some time since Professor Riddle was resurrected. Your parents did not write to tell you out of concern."

"But!" Dumbledore suddenly raised his voice and said, "No matter what your parents say to you later."

"I hope there are only three identities within Hogwarts: students, staff and teachers!"

"I, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, hereby declare:"

"Anyone who deliberately destroys these three identities will be severely punished!"

The little wizards had no idea what Dumbledore was talking about.

They are still scared.

The murderous Dark Lord is actually planning to be their teacher!

This is ridiculous!
Hogwarts is deserted?
Isn’t Professor Quirrell’s teaching very good?

Why did the mysterious man come?
"I know you still have many doubts and worries." Dumbledore sighed in his heart, cheered up and continued:

"Now, I allow you to write and reply to your family now and ask everything clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doors and windows of the hall opened, and large owls flew to the side of their little master.

Many owls placed the envelopes in their mouths in front of the little wizard. They stared at him, urging his stunned little master to feed them.

Trembling, some little wizards began to open the envelopes.

Inside were the original paintings of their parents. The little wizards seemed to have found their backbone and squatted on the ground to look at them.

"Also, I want to announce something: Mr. Harry Potter of Gryffindor, from today on, is also Harry Potter of Slytherin."

"He now has the status of a student in two colleges at the same time. I hope you can get along well with him in the future."

Almost no wizards cared about this, including Malfoy, with the exception of Hermione.

She briefly read the letter from her parents. The general meaning of the letter was:

The Grangers were worried about Hermione's safety and hoped that she would return home and stop learning magic.

Hermione didn't think about going home. She leaned into Harry's ear and asked, "Did you already know this, Harry?"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)