The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Gryffindor was so angry that his eyes were red in anger during the class.

Slytherin was getting extra points, and when it was his turn, he wanted to make a Polyjuice Potion on the spot.

Even Hermione couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, Harry and Ron were not there, otherwise, Gryffindor would probably be really angry with Snape.

After class, Argus led the Slytherin people to the next classroom.

He was afraid that Gryffindor would get angry with Slytherin again.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

During this period, Argus had seen Ginny several times.

It can be clearly seen that Ginny's face has become more disappointed.

The red hair drooped listlessly on the top of her head.

No matter when, she was alone.

Argus knew that it would not be long before she was controlled by Voldemort.

At the same time, the atmosphere between Slytherin and Gryffindor became more and more tense.

People from the two colleges could often be seen at the long table in Gryffindor.

If it weren't for Argus and Percy, the two colleges would have fought long ago.

Unfortunately, Argus could suppress Slytherin, but Percy couldn't suppress Gryffindor.

On the one hand, Gryffindor students are indeed more stubborn than those in other colleges, and it is more difficult to manage them.

On the other hand, Percy's status as a prefect is very different from Argus's as the head.

One is a tough assignment by the college, and the other conquers the entire college with his own strength.

Whose orders are easier to issue can be seen at a glance.

Putting aside the tense atmosphere between the two colleges, Argus feels that he lives quite comfortably.

Every day after class, he goes to the library, and occasionally goes to the Room of Requirement to practice spells.

In the evening, he turns on the Disillusionment Charm to stroll around the restricted book area and find some banned books suitable for him.

When he comes back, he will find the house elves for a midnight snack.

Life is extremely comfortable.

Another week has passed.

On the weekend morning, Argus came to the castle hall and saw two disheveled little wizards at a glance.

The two of them devoured the food at the table, as if they hadn't had a full meal for several years.

With them as the center, no one dared to approach within ten meters.

"Is this... Harry and Ron?"

Argus almost didn't recognize them.

After not seeing them for ten days, the two seemed to have changed and lost a lot of weight.

They were dirty and their hair was stuck together.

He then thought of what Vita said in the letter yesterday.

Under Dumbledore's operation, Harry and Ron were released. Arthur was less lucky. Although he was not imprisoned in Azkaban, he was also dismissed from his position as director.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one in their department, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to keep his position in the Ministry of Magic.

After a while, Professor McGonagall came out of the door.

Smelling the strong smell on Harry and Ron, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

He took out his wand and pointed it at the two.

"Clean it up!"

The spell flowed along Harry and Ron's bodies, and under Professor McGonagall's control, the odor in the entire hall was cleaned up at once.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley."

"As your dean, I have to remind you."

"You have missed too many courses during this period. If you don't want to repeat the year, you'd better ask your classmates to help you with tutoring."

As he said, he glanced at Argus, as if he had thought of something, and then looked at Hermione at the Ravenclaw table.

The meaning is very clear, you can choose these two academic masters yourself, otherwise don't blame me if you fail the final exam.

"There is one more thing. Starting tonight, you will face a month-long detention."

The two who had been eating hard finally raised their heads after hearing this.

"But don't worry, this detention is not a patrol of the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Potter's detention will be in charge of Professor Lockhart."

"Mr. Weasley's detention will be managed by Professor Sprout."

"Do you understand?"

"Understand...understand!"

The two of them haven't swallowed the food in their mouths yet, and they stammered with their cheeks puffed up.

Professor McGonagall was also helpless about this, and waved her hand, indicating that the two should continue eating.

"It seems that Harry and Ron suffered a lot in the courtroom, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a state."

"It's hard for Fudge to be so bold!"

"I wonder how distressed Dumbledore would be if he saw it!"

Argus thought to himself, but he didn't show it on the surface. He finished his breakfast and started studying today according to the plan made last night.

...

Evening.

Lockhart's office.

"Harry, Harry, Harry..."

Lockhart sat at his desk, humming Harry's name in a strange singing voice.

Harry's scalp was numb.

But Lockhart still felt good about himself.

The two most popular students in the second grade are Argus and Harry.

Facing Argus, he always felt guilty that he was seen through.

But to Harry, it was just showing off.

"Harry, think about it, is there anything that is a better punishment than helping me reply to the letter?"

"No." Harry did not deny this.

Compared to his good friend Ron, who was struggling to fiddle with plants with Professor Sprout, he was so comfortable.

Lockhart was even more proud of getting the answer he wanted.

He acted like a teacher to Harry.

"Harry, fame is an unreliable friend. Celebrity comes from the deeds of celebrities."

"Remember this sentence."

After living in Hogwarts for the past year, Harry deeply agreed with this sentence.

Just as he was about to say something, a vague voice came from his ears.

"come on……"

"Come to me!"

"What did you say? Professor?" Harry thought it was Lockhart who was speaking, so he raised his head and asked.

"What did you say?"

Lockhart looked confused, not understanding what Harry meant at all.

This also made Harry more confused.

"Didn't you hear someone talking just now?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?"

Lockhart was a little scared and looked around unconsciously.

He forced a smile and said, "I think you are probably a little sleepy?"

"No wonder, look what time it is now? It's already been four hours!"

"Happy time always passes very quickly. I think it's time for you to go back to the dormitory."

"Okay, Professor, I'll go back first." Harry kept something in mind and didn't dwell on anything else.

He strode away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

At the same time, Yagus, who had just come out of the library, was walking towards the dormitory.

When he reached a passage, a strong smell of blood caught his attention.

Turning the corner, there were two lines of bloody words written on the wall.

"The door to the secret room has been opened!"

"Enemies of the Successor, beware!"

Yagus cursed inwardly.

This is so unlucky!

How come I can run into any damn thing!

Just as he was about to run away, he looked up and around the other corner, Harry and Ron had just arrived.

Seeing the bloody words above his head, the fear in his eyes was clearly visible.

The corner of Yagus's mouth twitched.

"It's your uncle! How come it's such a coincidence!"

"It's too late to use the Illusion Curse!"

"It's better now, I can't run away even if I want to!"