The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Looking around.

Argus found that this was a room with a strong wizard style.

There were not only puppets needed to practice magic, but also various strange things he had never seen before.

This made him curious, and he stroked the various things that appeared with his hands.

He had followed Grindelwald for many years and had seen many magical items.

But in this Room of Requirement, he could only see that there was a traceless extension spell.

And it was much more profound than the one commonly used by modern wizards.

"Interesting!"

In the past, he didn't think much of ancient magic.

In his understanding, if ancient magic was really powerful, it would not be replaced by modern magic.

Now it seems that ancient magic is not as simple as he imagined.

But he didn't dwell on it.

Argus knew his own worth. For wizards of Dumbledore and Voldemort's caliber, he was like a young model in the hands of a rich man.

He could play with her however he wanted.

Dumbledore had spent decades at Hogwarts and still didn't understand it, but he understood it after just a few glances?

He looked down on the previous generation of protagonists in the wizarding world, didn't he?

He didn't know how long he stayed in the Room of Requirement. When he came out, torches were lit everywhere in the castle.

Back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco was talking to Goyle and Crabbe.

As soon as he saw Argus coming back, Draco's eyes lit up immediately.

"Argus, where did you go today? I looked for you in the library and the dormitory for a long time but couldn't find you."

Argus's life during this period was extremely regular, basically going from classroom to hall to library.

Draco couldn't help but feel a little strange when he didn't find him in these places.

"I found a place outside to practice some magic. I forgot to congratulate you for becoming the youngest seeker in Slytherin."

Hearing this, Draco immediately became proud.

"Just wait and see. I must lead Slytherin to win the Quidditch championship this year!"

"Why are you here with Goyle and Crabbe so late at night?"

Aggs sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea.

The Room of Requirement is good in every way, but there is no way to get some food and drink.

"It's still that Weasley!"

"Weasley? Are you talking about Ron?"

In the peaceful life these days, Aggs almost forgot about him.

"That's him!"

Draco looked angry: "You don't know, at noon today, my father gave me a Nimbus 2000 as a reward for me to join the Slytherin team."

"Just when Weasley was discharged from the hospital, he saw my flying broom and kept saying that the Slytherin team was willing to accept me because of my broom!"

Aggs became interested: "So you fought?"

If he remembered correctly, the one who got the Nimbus 2000 in the original book should be Harry.

It was a gift given to him by Professor McGonagall after she recommended him to the Gryffindor team.

But in the last flying class, since Neville was not there, Ron became the one who caused trouble, and Harry did not have much room to play.

Although he still joined the Gryffindor team, it was because of Draco.

Draco's book grabbing caught Marcus's eye and became the youngest seeker in Slytherin.

With Draco's precedent and Harry's extraordinary talent, Wood reluctantly agreed to let him join the Gryffindor team.

As a substitute seeker!

Compared with the original book, it is far from the glory!

Facing Argus's question, Draco shook his head.

"No, I'm not stupid enough to fight in public!"

"I proposed a duel to Weasley tonight! I originally wanted to find you to be my assistant, but I couldn't find you, so I planned to let Goyle go with me."

"Now you are here, let's see how Weasley can fight me!"

With Argus's support, Draco is full of confidence.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the level of Ron and Harry, the two of them together can't touch Argus.

"What time did you agree?"

To be honest, Argus is really not interested in the wizard duel game like Draco.

I didn't want to agree, but I thought of Draco's desperate behavior to help me in the flying class, and he didn't ask me many times.

If I refuse, I'm afraid it will hurt his heart.

In addition, I should pretend to keep my promise with Voldemort.

If he doesn't take any action, he will just tell Voldemort the answer.

What would Voldemort think?

Good fellow, I thought about it for a long time but didn't dare to act, and you did it in a blink of an eye?

Then Argus will not be praised, but feared!

This is extremely disadvantageous for his hiding.

At least he has to pretend, so that even if he asks where he got it from later, he can deal with it.

Draco was extremely excited after receiving a positive reply, and he kept rubbing his hands, as if he was already imagining how he would teach the hateful Weasley a lesson.

"Tonight at 11:30! In the trophy display room!"

"11:30, there is still some time." Argus sighed.

It was late at night again, and the work and rest schedule that he had finally adjusted was going to be disrupted again.

For an eleven-year-old teenager, sleep quality is still very important.

Time passed, and it was the agreed 11:30.

For pure-blood nobles, dueling is a noble thing.

Especially in the mouth of a big mouth like Draco, it is even promoted as an extremely sacred act.

What should have been done secretly is now known to almost everyone in Slytherin.

Even when Argus accompanied Draco out, a bunch of little wizards cheered for them.

"Draco, if your head is not filled with sphinxes, you should know clearly what the consequences of being caught for night outings are!"

Argus was so angry when he saw this scene that he wanted to slap Draco twice.

He had just finished his detention and hadn't had time to catch his breath.

You want to send me in again?

Do you really want me to go into the woods with a burly guy?

Draco knew he was in the wrong, so he looked at Argus angrily and didn't dare to say anything.

Argus didn't say anything else.

Draco has changed a lot under his training, but he can't change his bad habit of showing off.

There is still a long time, so he can change it slowly in the future.

...

"I knew that the evil Malfoy would only put on this kind of show."

"He talks tough, but he might have been scared to the point of peeing his pants by now!"

In the trophy display room, Ron kept chattering.

"Malfoy and Grindelwald, a Death Eater and a Saint, are both dark wizards!"

"Don't worry, Ron, I'll help you!"

In just a few days, Harry was brainwashed by Ron and learned Gryffindor's recklessness to the fullest.

"Mr. Weasley, it's not a good habit to say bad things about people behind their backs."

"It seems that you forgot that Madam Hooch brought you to the Slytherin common room to apologize a few days ago!"

Before Argus and Malfoy walked in, he heard Ron gossiping behind his back.

Although he had expected it, Argus still felt sick when he saw Harry standing next to Ron.

Your two friends quarreled and dueled, but instead of trying to mediate, you helped the other one to take sides!

You are worthy of it, Holy Mother Harry!

I will help whoever is weaker!

Argus did have other thoughts when he approached Harry, even if Harry was a little cold to him, he could understand.

But Draco was not like that!

Since the moment he met Harry, he sincerely regarded Harry as his good friend.

Now, the other party actually wants to fight with him for another person!

And under the provocation of the other party!

It makes people shudder just thinking about it!

Sensing Draco's disappointed and questioning eyes, Harry lowered his head guiltily.

"Draco, listen to my explanation, Ron..."

"Mr. Potter, your actions have told us the choice."

Argus looked indescribably cold, and his sky-blue pupils were alienated.

"You should know that when you stand here, you have chosen the opposite of Draco."

Harry hesitated, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.

But Ron couldn't hold it back!

Since he was discharged from the hospital, he had suffered countless rejections and cold violence because of Agus.

Now seeing Agus, he was even more jealous, and he could not tolerate him continuing to speak nonsense in front of him.

He took out his wand and did not even intend to follow the etiquette of the duel.

A spell shot over.

"The front teeth are like a big stick!"