Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.

Whether it's a funeral in a blizzard or Voldemort's arrival, nothing has changed. Even the retreat of all the guests to the castle was the same as someone remembers.

Draco, on the other hand, was one of those who had retreated in a hurry.

“…… Please enter the castle in order to take refuge from the intruding enemies...... Don't panic, trust us...... Trust Hogwarts to handle ......"

Professor McGonagall had barely commanded the professors to hold up the protective charm when she hurriedly turned back to beckon the panicked guests to settle down.

It's just that when faced with Voldemort's attack, how many people can really calm down?

Draco was squeezed through the crowd and struggled to look back. A translucent magical barrier had already appeared above Hogwarts Castle, and just beyond that barrier, several huge Dark Markers hung high, heralding the impending catastrophe.

"Voldemort is here!"

Like everyone else, Draco had only one thought in his mind. But unlike others, his idea is more pure.

Because who else but him had just seen Voldemort?

Draco didn't know what mood he was in right now, he couldn't figure it out. If someone had asked him beforehand, he would have said that he would be angry, or he would have said that he would be afraid...... But now, his heart seemed to be a mess, so complicated that even he could not decipher it.

It wasn't long before a dazed Draco was pushed by the crowd and squeezed into the castle gates, into the great foyer.

"Please don't linger in the foyer, you go down...... Please go up the stairs ......."

Professor McGonagall continued to give instructions, and the guests, most of whom were dispossessed, continued to move as if they had a goal in mind.

Draco was already one step slower than many people when he was stunned outside the door before, but now he could only squeeze into the last group of people, moving forward together.

I have to say that the order of the wizards is actually quite good, although everyone only thought about running for their lives at first, but when someone commanded them, the action was not as chaotic as imagined. It didn't take long for Draco to find himself at the stairs.

"Stone pier dispatch!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the hallway behind him, and Draco paused, glancing back. That's when he saw the amazing scene.

On the towering walls around the foyer, all the sculptures and armor jumped from their original positions, and for a moment the sound of heavy rumbling on the ground was endless. Draco could still be faintly heard, and it seemed that the same sound was heard in the hallway above the castle, as if all the statues and armor of the castle had come to life!

In the middle of the foyer, Professor McGonagall held a wand, and her whole body was in good spirits. Draco couldn't imagine how such a spell would have to be practiced.

"Hogwarts is in the hands of the enemy! You will obey your orders, defend your castle, and defend your enemies! You will fulfill your duty and responsibility to protect the school! ”

With Professor McGonagall shouting, all the knight statues held their two-handed swords upside down, slammed them to the ground in unison, then flipped up their stone swords and marched out of the door in an orderly procession.

At this time, Minerva McGonagall really showed her courage as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. But I saw her standing in the center of the knight phalanx, like an imposing legion general.

But at that moment, there was a sudden thud from outside the castle, and it seemed as if something had fallen heavily on the floor of the vestibule, and Draco even felt a thud under his feet.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the foyer, suddenly changed her face, and immediately after, the professors who had cast spells outside to prop up the barrier ran back from the door.

"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn back.

“…… If it's too late, close the castle gates immediately! ”

When Professor McGonagall saw that everyone was back in the foyer, she waved her wand decisively. After a click of hinges, the heavy door slammed shut.

The rest of the knight statues that hadn't had time to get out yet, as well as the various strange beast stone statues that were still moving upstairs and down, were all locked up in the castle.

The professors didn't go to the basement, they were attached to the castle and to the campus. For them, it's more than just a place to work, it's more like their home.

Most of them had been at Hogwarts for a long time, and there were even those like Professor Binns who were still teaching even after their deaths. As you can imagine, the charm of Hogwarts is not only for the students, but also for the vast majority of faculty and staff.

Of course, there are still some people who don't care so much about Hogwarts. Of all the wizards who served as professors at Hogwarts, Slughorn was one of them.

Just now, he had also participated in the operation of holding up the magic barrier, but when he saw that the door was closed, he hurriedly ran towards the stairs.

"Oh, uh-huh...... Son, are you also a Hogwarts student? ”

Slughorn immediately bumped into Draco, who was still watching from the staircase. This old man is dressed quite brightly today, and his hair is bald but still meticulously combed, and if people don't know, they might think that he has come to some ballroom ball!

"Ahh Hello, sir......" Draco subconsciously raised his chin, this was his habitual action, even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he had not been able to change it in the past few years, "I'm Draco - Draco Malfoy, you're right, I'm a student at Slytherin House. ”

"Oh—Malfoy? Are you the son of Lucius? Slughorn raised an eyebrow, smiled and nodded, "Your dad once mentioned you to me, not bad...... Slytherin, good! ”

He paused slightly, but then said with a high spirit, "You may know, the vast majority of your Malfoy family are Slytherins - it's an excellent house, isn't it?" ”

"I think you're right," Draco said with a reserved bow, "sir...... I beg your pardon for not being able to ask you for your identity in the first place, may I ask who you are-"

Growing up, Draco received the most orthodox pure-blood wizarding education, and naturally there was no shortage in etiquette. It's just the pampering of his parents, but he is always a little domineering, and he often seems a little arrogant and domineering when getting along with his peers.

"Oh, I'm Horace Slughorn, and I think you've heard of me."

Slughorn's face is extremely thick, but in fact, he is not talking nonsense, after all, what he is best at is managing all kinds of interpersonal relationships, and there are really many people who know him.

"You're Mr. Slughorn?" Draco was surprised, "I do know you, you taught my father back then!" Today you are ...... Oh, you're here for the funeral......"

Slughorn only smiled subtly when he heard this, and did not immediately say that he would be returning to teach in the next school year.

It was a matter of course for him to hide it, after all, Voldemort was out there now! Who knows if there will be a "next school year" at Hogwarts?

If Hogwarts were to be taken over by Voldemort, he would have to run away in the first place. No matter how vain he was, Slughorn didn't want to work under Voldemort, he knew exactly what that would mean.

"Alright, let's stop standing here and talking, let's go down first!" Slughorn suddenly reached out and put his arm around Draco's shoulder, and said solemnly, "It's too dangerous for you here, come, I'll send you down...... With me here, you have nothing to worry about, do you? ”

Obviously, he wanted to sneak to a safe place to avoid this unwarranted disaster, but he said as if he was here to help the students. To be honest, the thickness of this bald old man's skin is estimated to be unmatched by no one in the world.

However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an indescribable coolness, spreading from top to bottom. Draco and Slughorn, as well as the professors in the foyer, obviously felt it, and their faces showed confusion.

It was a strange feeling, as if someone had poured a basin of cool spring water over their heads, which calmed their minds, which were still a little nervous.

"What's going on? What just happened? Draco said with a confused expression.

"It seems to be some kind of magic," Slughorn is worthy of being a veteran wizard who taught at the same time as Dumbledore, although he is usually obsessed with managing prestige, but his talent in magic is actually no less than that of Professor McGonagall and others, "Although it is not certain for the time being, it should not be the magic cast by Voldemort." ”

"Why?" When Draco heard this, he immediately looked at the old man beside him.

"Because in the power of that magic, I don't feel cruel or ferocious...... Yes, there aren't any negative spirits," Slughorn frowned, "that's not the type of magic Voldemort was interested in. ”

“…… Is that so? ”

Hearing Slughorn say this, Draco couldn't help but feel that it made sense. Although he didn't feel anything at all, at least he was positive about this statement. Having spent a few days with Voldemort, Draco knew that Voldemort and his Death Eaters were the ones who favored those vicious and vicious spells.

As he thought, he subconsciously looked up at the top of his head, because the chill just now fell from above. This look didn't matter, but it made him see a figure that seemed to be somewhat familiar!