Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

The half-month Christmas vacation passed quickly.

The little wizards return to the castle on the Hogwarts Express.

The influence of the vicious incident of Colin being attacked before the holiday did not pass with the holiday, but intensified because of the report of the incident by the Daily Prophet.

During dinner, conversations about secret rooms and heirs could be heard everywhere in the castle auditorium.

Not many people even paid attention to the sumptuous dinner that Dumbledore specially asked the house elves to prepare.

"Ghost!"

"Help!"

"There is a ghost in the castle..."

In the middle of the dinner, Peeves suddenly flew into the auditorium.

While flying back and forth, he shouted in panic.

Suddenly attracted the attention of all the little wizards.

"Is there a ghost in the castle?"

"Merlin, is it possible that the heir of Slytherin is a ghost?"

"Wait a minute, Peeves... isn't he a ghost himself?"

The little wizards were panicked for a moment, and then everyone looked at Peeves in confusion.

What's the fuss about?

Aren't you a ghost yourself?

"quiet!"

Dumbledore cast a "loud voice" spell on himself, then picked up the spoon and tapped the cup.

The loud voice suddenly drowned out everyone's discussion.

"Peeves, tell me what happened.

"Oh, Dumbledore, in the castle... there is... in the castle..."

Dumbledore's words did not calm Peeves.

The latter remained incoherent.

But before he could finish speaking, Peeves just flew out of the corridor.

Several more black figures flew out.

"Hey hey hey~"

"Hey hey hey~"

No more, no less, exactly seven!

While flying, it also made an eerie sound.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

Peeves was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, screaming and flying away.

Seven ghostly black figures behind him also flew over the auditorium and gave chase.

"Oh, Merlin, what's that?"

"Are those Netherworlds? Why aren't they humanoid?"

"My God, this sound is really terrible."

This time it wasn't just Peeves. "Even the little wizards (aiebs) in the Great Hall were shocked.

They all discussed in low voices with horror on their faces.

【Ding! Fifty-seven fear emotions detected!】

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining seventeen silver treasure chests! Thirty bronze treasure chests!]

"Oh, Kyle, what is that?" Hermione whispered in Kyle's ear.

"It's incredible that there is such a thing in Hogwarts."

"Who knows, maybe it's a new kind of ghost." The naughty kid looked innocent.

Who knows how Peeves could mess with the ghosts and ghosts he kept in the castle as spies...

A ghost is frightened by another ghost.

Is this true?

At the faculty table, the expressions of the professors were also uncertain.

Dumbledore's head was buzzing!

Even as the principal, he didn't know when there was such a strange thing in the castle!

Before this, such a creature had never appeared in the magical world.

Let's say it's a ghost, but it's not a human form.

But when it comes to humans...

Just chasing Peeves through the wall, he obviously has the properties of a ghost.

While he was thinking about it, Old Dengtou's naughty smile flashed subconsciously in his mind.

According to his experience in the past year.

There is a pot hanging in the air, looking for a brat!

Nine times out of ten, you are right!

So Dumbledore looked at Kyle...  

Eyes facing each other......

The naughty kid immediately showed a smile that was three-quarters flattering and seven-cent innocent.

Dumbledore: "???"

Real hammer!

It must have been made by the bear boy again!

[Ding! Depressed mood detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

Just the day after the holiday.

The panic caused by ghosts and ghoststones has not subsided.

The third victim has appeared again!

This time the victim is Justin Finch-Fletchley, the little badger from Hufflepuff!

He was found outside the cafeteria.

Just like when Colin was found, Justin also fell to the ground with a gloomy face, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The heir's handwriting is still on the wall.

"This is the third one!"

"Be afraid, those who are not qualified to be in this castle!"

Dumbledore called Kyle immediately.

Fortunately, there was still some potion left for Colin.

However, this kind of black magic can immerse people in nightmares and suffer the horror of summer.

It is extremely harmful to the soul.

Especially the fragile little wizard.

Kyle estimated that it would take at least a month or two before the other party woke up.

But this undoubtedly made the already tense atmosphere in the castle even worse.

a week later

An exciting news was discovered on the bulletin board in the common room of the little snakes.

"Sir Kyle, they are going to open a duel club tonight!"

"It is said that Gilderoy Lockhart did it!" Gemma Farley, the prefect, stood beside Kyle with a bow.

With an excited smile on his face.

Not just Gemma Farley, but all Slytherin snakes.

Their current strength has long surpassed that of the young wizards from the other three academies.

Even the first-year little snake has learned a lot of practical magic in the past six months under the guidance of the senior students.

In contrast, those who have been assimilated have a fanatical admiration for naughty children just like their seniors.

"I see."

"Go on, no one is allowed to use black magic in the Duel Club!" Kyle nodded, not forgetting one point.

"Yes, Lord Kyle, I understand!" Gemma Farley gave the naughty child a resentful look.

The female prefect originally planned to take this opportunity to let the naughty boy give her "individual tutoring" on magic.

As a result, before he could say anything, he was sent away.

At eight o'clock in the evening, almost everyone in the school gathered in the hall. The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall.

Hundreds of lit candles floated above the auditorium.

The ceiling was once again velvet black.

Gilderoy walked onto the stage, resplendent in a purple robe, and the person beside him was none other than Old Bat, still wearing his usual black clothes. .