Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the pleasant summer vacation has passed, and the students of Hogwarts have ushered in a new semester.

Although the sudden attack of the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup cast a shadow over the entire British wizarding community, and many people began to worry about the return of the Dark Lord, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was unable to cause widespread panic in the end.

Ordinary wizards only know from the newspapers that there is a group of remnants of Death Eaters who are still unwilling to accept defeat, and try to vent their resentment and anger through attacks.

No one knew that with the help of the chaotic situation, a black hand had quietly reached into the British Ministry of Magic, firmly holding several important departments.

It won't be long before it brings out the dark side of humanity's subconscious, turning ordinary wizards who are otherwise stupid and stupid into tyrannical extremists.

Of course, all this in preparation for that crazy plan to destroy the world.

Knowing who he was loyal to, Lucius abandoned his illusions and meticulously carried out his master's orders.

Because he knew very well that only if this plan was successful could the Malfoy family survive, and if he dared to disobey the law, he would definitely die worse than the Potter family.

As the saying goes, fear is always the best motivator to push humanity forward quickly.

Looking at Lucius, who wanted to hide the amplified fear in his heart with the help of desperate busyness, Zhang Cheng only smiled meaningfully, and then left Malfoy Manor and returned to Hogwarts to play the role of his professor.

Because in the next year, the two most important parts of the whole plan will be completed, one is to get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, and the other is to wait for Voldemort to come back and do all the dirty and tiring work for him.

In addition to this, there is one most important thing, and that is to continue to delve into the power of creation and master and control it to a certain extent.

With a series of ulterior motives, Zhang Cheng finally boarded the Hogwarts Express, looked out the window with great interest at the busy scene of students and parents, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Before I know it, I have spent two years in this world, and I hope this year is the last year." ”

"What are you muttering?" asked Hermione, who was sitting next to her, looking up curiously.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just lamenting how quickly time flies. Zhang Cheng replied without thinking.

With the continuous digestion and instillation of knowledge in her mind, the girl can barely be called a qualified assistant, and begins to be responsible for processing some relatively hidden experimental data, which greatly accelerates the research speed of the power of creativity, and her personality seems to have become more mature, exuding a faint intellectual aura that her peers can never have.

Almost every student passing by the carriage, male or female, would involuntarily stop and stare at her with a gaze full of amazement.

You must know that most students have the impression that Hermione Granger has always been a strong and self-righteous unlikable girl.

But after a vacation, she suddenly became a mature, quiet beauty, with a light of confidence and wisdom in her eyes.

"You don't seem to be old enough to lament the passage of time, do you?" the girl couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the young and handsome face.

"No, you don't understand, this root has nothing to do with age, but a special state of mind. Zhang Cheng didn't explain too much, just smiled and shook his head.

Although time does not leave too many traces on his body when he travels between worlds, changes in the mental aspect are inevitable.

But Hermione obviously didn't know this, closed the dense English notes in her hand, and said with a serious face: "Okay, no matter what you're feeling, it's best to hurry up and give me more information, otherwise I won't have anything to do at most in a week." ”

"Don't worry, when I get back to school, I'll show you the truth behind the data, a power that overrides magic. After that, Zhang Cheng leaned back in his chair and pretended to close his eyes and recuperate.

Just when Hermione was about to open her mouth to ask a few questions, she suddenly found that two first-year students walked in, took the opposite position, stared around with curious eyes, and decisively chose to close their mouths and remain silent.

With the roar of a whistle, the old train full of students and professors finally arrived at the outskirts of the castle at nightfall.

After seeing the girl follow the senior students into the auditorium, Zhang Cheng came to his room alone, and before he could put down the box in his hand, he found an old guy standing in a strange dress in the corner.

"Good evening! Wizard from the East!" the other man greeted with a sneer.

"Are you...... Alastor Moody?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and showed a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"Hahahaha! yes! It's me! Remember, I'm going to keep an eye on you this year, don't think about any more petty moves. The old man, who called himself Mad-Eyed Moody, grinned and pointed to the magic eyeball, which kept spinning.

"Stare at me? Are you sure this isn't a joke, dear Mr. Barty Crouch Jr.?Or did your master, the Dark Lord, not teach you, don't come and provoke me?" Zhang Cheng directly debunked the other party's little trick and mocked mercilessly.

Although the polyjuice decoction is claimed to be able to perfectly change a person's external form, it cannot change the mind in the mind.

Maybe Occlumency is enough to resist spells like the Dementor's Mind, but it can't resist the invasion of psychic abilities.

It only takes a simple reading of shallow thinking to instantly identify a person's true identity.

"Can you see through my disguise?!" Barty Crouch Jr. was visibly taken aback.

"That's right, most of the world's deception and disguise won't work for me, so you'd better be honest and don't try to provoke my bottom line, understand?"

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng rushed to the front with lightning speed, pinched the other party's neck, and a piercing chill burst out from his pupils.

"Let it go...... Let go of me!" Barty Crouch Jr., who felt suffocated, desperately tried to break the owner's own trachea.

But unfortunately, his pitiful strength was not enough to match the divinely transformed body, and the more he struggled, the tighter he became, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Get out!"

Seeing that this guy began to roll his eyes, Zhang Cheng let go of his hands and threw it like a rag doll into the corridor outside the door.

With a thud, Barty Crouch Jr. made intimate contact with the hard marble wall, then threw it on the ground, retching and coughing incessantly, and it took several minutes to return to normal, and quickly disappear into the dimly lit hallway.