"Damn! I knew this guy wasn't in a good mood!Look what he's done, how did he instigate stupid Potter to learn so many dangerous spells!" Snape shouted as he stood at his desk in the headmaster's office.

Because Zhang Cheng played the potions master hard at the opening ceremony, the relationship between the two has not been very good.

To be precise, he has been looking for trouble in various ways to kick Zhang Cheng out of the Hogwarts teaching ranks.

Unfortunately, this idea was not approved by the principal.

Dumbledore ignored Snape's fierce reaction, and asked Minerva McGonagall, who had never said a word, "Tell me, what has Potter been doing lately, is he planning to avenge his parents?"

"Yes! Even a blind man can see his thoughts. Albus, I think he's mentally wrong, he's becoming more and more like someone, and you'd better find a way to do it. Minerva McGonagall warned with a serious expression.

As an old man who witnessed Voldemort's rise, she knows better than anyone how similar Harry Potter is to Tom when he was younger, especially his desperate thirst for power, almost to the point of pathology, and if she goes a little further, she will fall into the abyss.

"Have you talked to him?" Dumbledore's expression grew solemn.

"Talked! But nothing worked. Sirius Black's escape from prison was like a fuse, allowing him to release all the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for many years. I believe you should know how much he has suffered over the years, and it is not something that can be solved by talking at all. Minerva McGonagall shook her head tiredly.

"I see, you all go back and rest. Dumbledore waved his hand lightly, not revealing what was in his head the whole time.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Snape and wanted to argue a few words, he finally held back and left the headmaster's office angrily.

When everyone was gone, the old man stood up and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "Potter shouldn't be like this!

The words just fell!

He immediately asked the magic portraits of the previous principals hanging on the wall, "Does anyone know what suspicious behavior the professor of magic practice class I invited back this semester has been doing recently?"

Except for the occasional teaching of students who came to his door, he stayed in his room all day and did some strange research. One of the figures in the portrait replied without thinking.

"Research, what research?" Dumbledore frowned as if sensing something was wrong.

"I don't know! His understanding and study of magic is far above ours, and even if he teaches students a new spell, the principles behind it are not understandable to ordinary wizards. I heard that Lucius was planning to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic to award him the corresponding honor for this matter. ”

The portrait undoubtedly knows very well what the current headmaster wants to know, and he says everything he knows.

Many people mistakenly believe that the ghosts of Hogwarts roaming around and the moving magical images on the walls are just dispensable decorations.

But in reality, they are not only a means of monitoring and controlling schools, but also a whole set of early warning systems.

In particular, the portraits that do not need to rest are found in almost every corner of the castle, and even if someone manages to break into Hogwarts, it will be difficult to hide from their eyes.

It can be said that from the moment he entered the school, every secret little move that Harry Potter and his friends thought they had not been discovered was actually under the strict supervision of the headmaster, even if they encountered danger several times.

Dumbledore touched his gray beard and pondered for a long time, and finally continued to ask in a tone that was not very uncertain: "Then I asked you to check his identity, did you have any results?"

"Sorry, no. Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the magical world of the East, there is no trace of his existence. The portrait gives a straightforward negative answer.

"Incredible! There is no identity, no sign of existence, could it be that he came out of thin air?"

"I don't know if he came out of nowhere, but I do know that he's more dangerous than he looks, and you better not take it lightly. ”

"Keep an eye on him for me! If there's anything out of the ordinary, be sure to notify me as soon as possible. ”

"Got it!"

......

Just as the principal's office fell silent, Lucius in Malfoy's manor had just received an anonymous letter from someone he didn't know, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Because there was nothing on the letter, only a skull-shaped pattern that exuded turquoise green and kept shaking.

That's right!

It's not some scary prank, it's the famous Dark Magic mark!

As a former member of the Death Eaters, he naturally could not fail to recognize this pattern that frightened countless people.

He ...... He's still back......"

It took more than ten minutes for Lucius to spit this sentence out of his mouth.

No need to ask, the letter was just a notice that he was ready to serve the Dark Lord at any time.

But he, who is planning to take control of the Ministry of Magic and make the Malfoy family the master of British magic, does not want the Dark Lord to return at all at this moment.

After all, compared to the domineering style of "those who follow me prosper, and those who go against me die", he began to gradually like the Huairou strategy given by Zhang Cheng, and quietly hid behind his back to control everything, instead of stupidly rushing to the front desk to become the target of public criticism.

Unfortunately, Lucius didn't think he had enough strength to resist the call of his former master, so after hesitating for a moment, he resolutely cast his illusion and came to the vicinity of a dense forest.

Just as he looked around at his surroundings, a gloomy and incomparably gloomy suddenly echoed in his ears: "Ah! My faithful servant has finally obeyed the call!"

"Lord...... Master?!" Lucius shuddered and hurriedly knelt on one knee to pay his respect, though he didn't know where the Dark Lord was hiding or if he had really regained his strength.

"My servant, tell me why you haven't come to look for me and help me all these years?" Voldemort's voice revealed a hint of hatred.

"I'm sorry, master! Dumbledore and his minions have been tracking down and suppressing the Death Eaters so much that we have all been lurking and not daring to act rashly. Lucius explained in a trembling voice.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort heard the name, and immediately released a strong killing intent, but for some reason, it didn't take long for him to regain his calm. "Forget it, I can not hold you accountable for what you did, but you must do something for me. Invite that mysterious wizard from the East to meet me, I need his power now......"