After the sorting ceremony, the sumptuous welcome dinner began.

Because of the arrival of another wave of new students, the long tables in the various houses seemed to be a little more lively than usual, even the Slytherins, who were often pretending to be serious.

And now that the ritual has all gone through the process, those wizards under the International Federation of Wizards who came from afar naturally don't have to wait in the side hall. Maca brought them all in and invited them to sit down at the new round table without introducing them to the students.

Needless to say, these wizards are of course here to discuss the alchemy event again. According to the original plan, this world-class tournament will be held at Hogwarts in a while, and as long as the preparations are sufficient, it will be an unprecedented alchemical feast.

However, while the event may be exciting, much of the preparation is boring. Instead of going to their table and listening to boring social rhetoric, it is better to focus on the young wizards.

In fact, in the middle of the Slytherin table, an inconspicuous crush scene is just happening right now.

At the beginning of this school year, Malfoy finally appeared in a low-key manner! It's just that he misses a lot of classes. He failed to take the LS exam, and this school year he will have to stay in Grade 5 to make up for a year.

As for the so-called "crush", of course, it refers to Miss Pansy Parkinson, who often gets around Malfoy.

"Oh...... Draco, I know you must be disappointed. But that's okay, everyone understands that with your ingenuity, it's perfectly okay to go straight to sixth form......" Pansy sat cautiously at Malfoy's right hand, not even glancing at the delicious food on the table, just trying to comfort the other party, "I mean seriously, Draco!" In my ...... In our minds, you will always be the best ...... of our session Well, the most powerful! ”

Her words were obviously a little too contrary to her will, so much so that when she herself said it, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Maca.

But Malfoy didn't have any feelings for her, and he wasn't listening carefully at all. He just ate the food on his plate one bite at a time, not saying anything, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It's worth mentioning that now his two stupid big henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, are no longer spinning behind his ass. Because even with the IQ of those two fools, they understand the importance of being a man with their tails between them.

After all, both of their fathers had been loyal Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. And now, those two older stupid big men were all captured by the two of them and sent to Azkaban during the final Phoenix raid on the Death Eaters' lair.

During the laughing welcome dinner, Malfoy silently finished the food on his plate, then put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium early.

The weather has been pretty good lately, with a nice day and a breezy night, but Malfoy walks through the porch as if he were in the middle of winter. In his heart, there is infinite hesitation and depression, which is constantly tormenting him every minute and every second.

Yes, Snape eventually went to check him out and concocted a potion for him to suppress dreams while he slept. The potion was expensive, and it had to be taken regularly and quantitatively every day, but it worked so well that he hadn't had nightmares since, at least since.

It's a pity that it wasn't until the days when school was about to start that he realized that he might not be able to hide.

Although the nightmare did not recur, it was an emotion that clearly crept into his heart. He could even feel for himself that it was some kind of desire that went straight to his heart—a desire for power, for power, for the reverent gaze of others.

What's more, that greed grew over time and affected him step by step. However, he himself still felt this subtle change clearly, but he could not refuse the strange power that grew with desire.

He knew that he was afraid that he would be able to use that kind of dark energy now, but he didn't even dare to use it once. He feared that once he had used it, it would no longer be himself.

Before he knew it, Malfoy suddenly found himself at the top of the Astronomy Tower. It was the highest point in Hogwarts Castle, and as he stood by the railing, the night wind above him was surprisingly strong, making his robe rattle.

As far as the eye can see, there are many shadows in the distance, and the mountains are engulfed in the night. When you look up, you can see that the whole field of stars shines with a different kind of brilliance, as if you can reach out and reach it.

This was a beautiful scene, but in Malfoy's eyes at this moment, it seemed so manic.

"Hiss......"

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then slammed his fist into the stone railing. The pain in his hands distracted him a little, but it was only enough to ease his tired heart a little.

"Power...... Ridiculous power......" Malfoy whispered as he propped his elbows over the railing and hung his head, "Even if I could have this power, would I be able to beat McLean?" As strong as Lord Voldemort—"

That being said, isn't he the one who has fantasies from beginning to end? Otherwise, ask Maca to bow her head and make an explanation, with Maca's ability, maybe this trouble will be far away from him a long time ago.

"Bang!"

He slammed the railing again, accompanied by a deliberately suppressed roar, and the unwillingness hidden in the low roar was obvious.

……

“…… Okay, so this is our Hufflepuff common room, where you can do your homework, read books, chat, have a snack, play wizard games, and more...... Whatever you want to do, you can't go wrong here. Yes, I remember that it was here that our Professor McLean created the wizard chess piece - well, at that window table! ”

The dinner was over, and the prefects led the new students of their respective houses back to the common room as usual, and explained to them how to get in and out in the future. Right now, Ens, who had been assigned to Hufflepuff House, was looking around the round room, and the fragmentary remarks of the seniors were heard in his ears.

In Hufflepuff, the most rewarding thing to tell a new student about is the glorious history of Maca. Think about it, what could be more topical than a former classmate and a current world-class celebrity?

"Oh...... Are you talking about the extraordinarily young gentleman? Is he really our professor? After hearing the senior's homeopathic mention of Maca, a little girl immediately asked.

"Yes, that's right!"

That senior is actually Marca's former roommate Ernie, and since he became a prefect last year, he has a little more of the temperament of a leader. Now he is most proud, of course, is Maca's friend, who is full of pride when he talks about his younger brothers and sisters.

"He's teaching ancient magicianism...... "Ernie said cheerfully, "you know what? Last year, we took an important exam, and we reviewed for a long time, but it was still very difficult! But guess what? Those guys who took magic literature actually all did well in the exam, and most of them were excellent! ”

Speaking of this, he also looked left and right exaggeratedly, and then whispered: "...... You know, in Maca...... Oh no, look at my mouth! You know, I have a great relationship with him...... I mean, before Professor McLean was in charge of Demonic Literature, there weren't just a lot of people in this class...... Even if they do, more than half of them pass! ”

"Oh! That sounds amazing......" the little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Of course he's amazing!" "Maybe many of you have heard of it, but I can tell you the most authentic side from my perspective as a person who has experienced it firsthand—do you know the Dark Lord?" ”

"I know!" Few children from wizarding families don't know this, not to mention that there was a turmoil some time ago, even if they were still young, they had already heard from their elders, "It's Voldemort!" According to my uncle, no one dared to mention his name before! ”

"No, it's more than that!" Ernie said mysteriously, "The Dark Lord is not just a person...... That's right, there are many, many people who know Voldemort now, but many older people still remember that there was the first generation of Dark Lord before Voldemort! I want to ...... back then"

His sentence "thinking about the past" is equivalent to holding a personal lecture, not only making up all the information he found into stories for the freshmen, but also making up some "dark history" that does not belong to Greenwald at all, which makes these little guys feel creepy.

At the end, he deliberately paused until everyone had satisfied their appetites before he continued to speak.

“…… Think about it, what would happen if these two generations of Dark Lords came together? Ernie said, slamming the table with a slap that scared the freshmen, "Do you need to talk about that?" That's death! It's destruction! It's ruins and blood everywhere! ”

"That's terrible......" At this point, he swallowed his saliva, creating a subtle sense of tension, "but no one expected that when Maca protected the whole school and returned to the castle alone, he would be left outside alone!" ”

"And then?"

The inquiring voice was much calmer than the previous freshmen, but the tone was still much higher because of the desire to know—it was Ens who had turned around.

"Later?" Ernie grinned, "When the castle door was opened again by Professor McGonagall, we found Maca lying in the doorway, even the wizard's robes intact, except for her somewhat pale face. And those two powerful Dark Lords have all fallen into the snow without breathing! ”