Draco Malfoy's stellar performance in the dueling club undoubtedly set off a series of extremely serious ripple effects.

The most obvious of these is undoubtedly Harry Potter's intense self-doubt and self-denial, and he has been listless for a long time, unable to get excited even in his favorite Quidditch matches, and is like a walking corpse.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, one of the masterminds behind the British wizarding world, naturally couldn't watch the chess pieces he had cultivated fall willingly, so he hurriedly had a wave of heart-to-heart talks.

Finally, on Christmas Day, Harry Potter returned to his normal form.

Of course, this wasn't because of the incredible and strange effect of talking to an old man in his hundreds, but because Hermione's compound decoction had finally been blended.

He intends to take this opportunity to expose the evil face of his old enemy Draco, find out who opened the Chamber of Secrets to attack, and then stand back in front of everyone as the hero of the school, proving that he is a brave man worthy of Gryffindin.

It has to be said that this idea is full of childish childishness.

But considering that he was only a twelve-year-old boy in the budding state of rebellion, no matter what kind of action he made, it was not worth making a fuss.

After all, human beings are always full of all kinds of wild and unrealistic fantasies in their minds when they are teenagers, so it seems a little silly and ridiculous to do whatever they do until they establish a perfect world view and values.

At night, under the cover of a festive feast, Harry and Ron drugged Malfoy's two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, and changed into each other's clothes and followed a girl into the Slydrin common room.

Draco was sitting in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the blazing flames, unsure of what he was thinking.

But because of the great power he has shown this semester, no one dares to approach it easily, or get in front of him to ask for it.

Although the recent fiasco had been like a hungry rat, constantly gnawing at Harry's broken pride, he still mustered up the courage to come close and pretend to say hello, "Hey, Malfoy, how was your Christmas?"

"Hmph! boring festival! I'm not going to waste my time on that. By the way, where have you two idiots gone? Have you forgotten that I warned you not to run around these days?" Draco turned and glared at the two of them.

With the improvement of strength, his personality has also undergone drastic changes, and the whole person looks cold and serious, not at all like a twelve-year-old boy.

"Hug ...... Sorry!, we forgot!" Harry shuddered uncontrollably.

He will never forget the words that the other party said with his wand pointed at his forehead in the dueling ring, let alone the feeling of oppression that came to his face.

"Forget, what do you two remember besides eating?" Draco reprimanded mercilessly.

"By the way, the Chamber of Secrets, do you know who opened the Chamber of Secrets?" Ron asked, pretending to be stupid.

"I don't know! I wish that person was me. You know? I'd love to meet up with the people who opened the chamber and see if we could do something great together. But it is a pity that my tutor forbade me to have any kind of contact with the other person, otherwise it would be ......"

At this, Draco paused visibly, an expression of excitement on his face.

"Governess?" Harry sharpened to the point.

Malfoy nodded proudly, "That's right, do you think that my strength this semester fell from the sky? You can't imagine how powerful he is, and just the illusion he creates can defeat most adult wizards. I've only been training for more than half a month to become what I am now, and by the end of this semester, I'll be even stronger and have Harry Potter firmly under my feet. ”

"Merlin is on top, you still have a governess, it's not fair!" exclaimed Ron.

My teacher taught me that fairness is nothing more than an illusion used to deceive people living at the bottom of society, and that it never really existed. If you want to get stronger, then come to our family manor and train together during the holidays. I promise that even if you are as stupid as you are under his training, there will be a radical change. ”

With that, Draco left the two of them behind and disappeared alone at the end of the hallway of the Slydrin common room.

Seeing him leave completely, Ron immediately lowered his voice and said, "Damn! Looks like our operation failed! This guy doesn't know anything!"

"No, at least we know why he suddenly seemed like a different person! a powerful wizard was teaching him!" Harry's eyes seemed to light up a fire, radiating a bright light.

"But what do we have to do with this?" Ron scratched his head inexplicably.

"Of course it does! If he can hire a governess, why can't we?"

"Oh my God, are you crazy? Not to mention how much it costs to hire an adult wizard, it is very difficult to find a powerful wizard who is willing to be a governess. ”

"I don't want to be ridden by Malfoy forever!"

"Well, I'm not reconciled, we'd better go back and talk to Hermione about maybe she can come up with a good idea. ”

......

While the two boys were discussing how to make themselves stronger, Zhang Cheng, who was far away in Malfoy Manor, finally received the coveted Christmas present, the wand that originally belonged to Draco.

Through hypnosis and suggestion, he effortlessly obtained a small piece of the Dark Lord's soul.

Carefully taking out this piece of spiritual matter that emitted a gray glow and putting it into the container, he immediately couldn't wait to do the complicated tests and experiments.

After about a dozen hours, a secret about the rules of death was finally revealed.

"Incredible! It's incredible! Is this what death really is? The essence of making horcruxes is stealing!" Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, his eyes shining as he stared at the energy surging inside the spirit.

This is very different from what I expected!

He originally thought that Voldemort's creation of Horcruxes should be very similar to the cloning techniques of the high-level mages of the Faeron Continent, but in fact, it had nothing to do with cloning at all. Instead, he tears off all kinds of strong feelings in his subjective consciousness and a part of his soul, and integrates them into the rules of death that envelop the whole world, forming an independent individual who is very similar to himself, but completely different.

To put it simply, it is to cheat the rules of death and steal life from the world of the living to sustain themselves, and only a true madman would choose to obtain eternal life in this way.

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