At the very moment when Professor Horace Slughorn announced the start of the ball, Mr. Christophe Patrick took advantage of the chaotic crowd and squeezed to the other side of the hall.

At a small round table in the middle of nowhere, two girls were sitting—

Both have blonde hair and slightly similar faces.

"Can you dance with me, beautiful lady?" said Mr. Patrick, as he bent down and held out a hand to the older girl.

The other party looked taken aback, but the sister next to her was the first to react and gently pushed her.

Daphne Greengrass stumbled a little and was pulled up by the other party.

Then the two of them held hands and walked to the center of the stage.

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Joan...... Jon ...... Daphne Greengrass stammered as she danced like a puppet, "Why...... Why did you invite me...... Astoria ......"

"Don't ask questions yet!" Christopher Patrick said with a little sternness, "how did you get here?"

Hearing the familiar tones, Daphne couldn't help but feel much more relaxed.

"Professor Slughorn invited us ......" she quickly replied, "Invited me and Astoria, and we couldn't turn it down......"

"It's Slughorn again......" The other man's face became a little serious.

"What's wrong, Jon?" Daphne asked, with some concern, "Is there something wrong with this Potions professor?"

"It's not something you should care about......" The other party shook his head very seriously.

Daphne was stunned, then asked in a low voice as if she had done something wrong, "Is something wrong, Jon...... I just saw Professor Dumbledore, and he left the school in a hurry......"

Daphne's voice grew lower.

"Yes, there will be a little surprise at Hogwarts later......" Christopher Patrick said with a serious face, "I can't tell you more about it, in fact it was a terrible mistake for you to be here...... Don't be in a hurry to leave now, and when the riots begin, take your sister and run away higher up in the castle, not to the common room in Slytherin......"

Daphne looked a little taken aback.

It took a moment for her to react and nodded, "Okay...... I know...... I'll take care of Astoria's ......."

"Be careful!" Kristof finally admonished, and Christophe led Daphne to a beer table.

As he poured two beers, he exclaimed, "I have to say that you are dressed so beautifully, Miss Greengrass......"

Daphne hurriedly made a shy expression and lowered her head.

At the same time, someone couldn't wait any longer and rushed to them at great speed.

"I'm sorry, Greengrass!" Draco Malfoy said with an anxious look on his face, "Can I talk to Christophe?"

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"Of course!" Christopher Patrick changed his expression to that elegant expression again, and he nodded, "Beautiful Miss Greengrass, can you please give us a little time?"

"Of course...... What a great evening!" Daphne said with a smile on her face, "I look forward to dancing with you again, Mr. Patrick!"

Looking at Daphne Greengrass's back in the distance, Malfoy looked relieved.

As soon as he grabbed Christophe's hand, he said gratefully, "Kristof...... It's you...... You were the one who rescued my father...... From Azkaban...... Isn't that right......"

"Calm down, Draco!" Christopher Patrick shook off Draco's hand, "It's just a gesture for me!"

"Thank you so much, Christophe...... You know how much my father is in my heart, or ......," Malfoy said, busy.

"You may not have figured it out, Draco!" the other man said unhurriedly, slowly, "Now you and your father are no longer the same people......

"Not all the way anymore?" Draco Malfoy froze in place.

"But—" Poor Draco tried to take a few more steps, but was stopped by Christophe's eyes.

"I gave you advice, Draco!" Christophe shook his head with a look of pity, "It's a pity...... You've made the wrong choice......"

Without waiting for Draco to speak, the other man continued to preemptively say, "Then now, I can only give you one more piece of advice...... Tell me everything you know, everything about me......"

After saying that, before Draco could react, the other party had disappeared.

Only Draco Malfoy was left standing there somewhat dazedly.

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Leaving Draco Malfoy, Christopher Patrick is inviting a beautiful Ravenclaw student to dance together.

But just as he was about to get it, three people had already gathered around.

"Looks like I've got another guest, so please wait a moment, Miss Bobin!" said Christophe mildly to the girl.

As the Ravenclaw girl left, the three men in front of her unceremoniously asked their questions:

"Why are you here?" asked Hermione Granger in a low voice.

"Christopher, what do you have to do with Gellert Grindelwald who escaped from prison?" Harry Potter questions are obviously much more blunt.

"The attack on the Order of the Phoenix has something to do with you, right?" Ron Weasley looked like he was about to rush over and beat him up.

"I'm sorry!" Christopher Patrick said unhurriedly, "Can you allow me to answer your questions one by one......"

"First of all, Miss Granger's question, why am I here?" he smiled and shook his head, "I think it's obvious, I'm just following my Headmaster to Hogwarts for an evening!"

Harry and Ron both looked in disbelief, and Hermione frowned and seemed lost in thought.

"I am not going to answer the other two questions...... "Christophe continued, "but I can make a small prophecy for you......"

As he spoke, he looked down at his watch.

"Prophecy?" muttered Harry and Ron.

"That's it...... In fifteen seconds, the whole of Hogwarts will be burning in flames!" the other said coldly.

"What are you talking about...... Are you kidding......"

“10...... 9...... 8......”

“...... 3...... 2...... 1！”

As he counted down, he heard a loud "bang" in the direction of the castle gate.

Then, Christopher Patrick pulled out his wand as fast as he could, and both Harry and Ron covered their noses as the pungent smoke appeared around them.

At the same time, screams came from the stage.

Headmaster Winston Vance, who had just been chatting happily with Professor Horace Slughorn, suddenly changed his face when he heard the explosion over there—

"Avada Kedavra!" Vance roared, drawing his wand and aiming it at Slughorn.

A green light suddenly pierced the stage.