Section I

In the school hospital, Draco was lying on a hospital bed with a thick bandage on his arm. Beside the bedside stood Sauron, Isabella, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and Pansy's eyes were red, and she had been crying ever since she was in her room.

"It's all my fault...... It's all my fault......" Pansy muttered quietly, "I almost killed Draco." ”

"Forget it, it's nothing?" Draco pouted, "But it's a little scary to think about, I thought the Iron Armor Charm would work." He glanced at Pansy, who was still crying, "I said Pansy, stop crying, I'm fine." ”

Pansy glanced at Draco and nodded with a blush.

Sauron raised an eyebrow at Pansy, then at Draco, "How does it feel, Draco, is the wound still bleeding?" ”

Draco lifted his shoulder, as if affecting the wound, hissed, and slowly lowered his arm again, "It's okay, Madam Pomfrey gave me healing magic, but it didn't work very well, and then the godfather brought me some potions, and finally the bleeding stopped, but it still didn't heal." ”

"It's not surprising." "Even I didn't expect the Hippogriff's talons to have the ability to break demons. He glanced at Draco, paused, and said, "Lucky for you, if you don't block it with your arm, the guy will cut your head open." ”

Draco shrugged, Isabella was expressionless, Crabbe and Goyle on the side opened their mouths wide in surprise, and Pansy covered her mouth in horror and looked like she was about to cry.

Sauron didn't care about the others, and walked to the chair next to him, "So, what do you want to do next?" ”

"What to do and how?" Draco didn't quite understand.

"I don't think your father will be unresponsive about this." Sauron glared into Drake's eyes, "My son was attacked by a monster at Hogwarts and almost lost his life, I guess Mr. Malfoy must have expressed his displeasure to Dumbledore." ”

Draco smiled a little smugly and said thoughtlessly, "That eagle horse, it's cool, isn't it." ”

Sauron raised an eyebrow, and Draco's words surprised him a little.

"Your Highness, I remember you didn't kill that guy." Draco continued, "To be honest, I've always wanted to have a pet like that. ”

"Hmm." Sauron narrowed his eyes, stared at Draco and said slowly, "It's a pity, Hippogriff is a dangerous magical creature, and according to the regulations, it is a prohibited trade, so ......"

"So—" Draco smirked even more, "I begged my father for a small favor, after all, such an opportunity was hard to come by. ”

"Hum-huh......" Sauron chuckled under his breath, "Cunning fellow. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."

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Section II

In third-year Potions class, the Slytherins would still attend with the Gryffindor students. Before the Potions class, on the way to the underground classroom, Sauron met Harry and the three, and when he saw Sauron, Harry hurried over, looking worried.

"Go down first." Sauron turned to Draco beside him.

Draco nodded, gave Ron another defiant look, and smugly left with Pansy.

"That, Sauron." Harry hesitated, "Malfoy is alright?" ”

Sauron nodded, "It's okay, at least Madam Pomfrey let him out of the hospital." He looked at Harry, "It's a bit unusual to suddenly care about Draco." ”

"You know, something like this is going to make Hagrid sad." Harry frowned, a little embarrassed, "The student was injured in class, I think Hagrid will definitely be punished, he finally became a professor, if Malfoy makes a fuss about this, then Hagrid will definitely be in big trouble, I think ......"

"You want me to convince Draco not to pursue him." Sauron raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry, which made Harry look even more cramped. "I'm afraid I can't help, there's nothing wrong with Draco in this matter, and as for the investigation, I'm afraid even if Draco doesn't care, the Ministry of Magic and the School Inspectorate will intervene, so there's nothing I can do."

"But Hagrid is so pathetic." Hermione said, "He shut himself in the hut and refused to come out, and he was so sad that he died." I mean, Malfoy is actually fine......"

"Draco almost lost his life, actually!" Sauron interrupted Hermione impatiently, "The problem is not how Draco is now, but that in class, a Hippogriff attacked the students. This kind of thing has a bad impact, and the relevant departments will intervene in the investigation regardless of whether the Malfoy family pursues it or not. ”

"But......" Harry was about to say something, but was interrupted by a wave of Sauron's hand.

"Well, this is not something you can handle, you know, it has nothing to do with you. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will take care of it. Now, it's time for us to go to Potions class. With that, Sauron turned and left, leaving Harry and the three staring at each other.

"He's gone too far." Hermione huffed, "How can he be like this, ruthless fellow, real Slytherin." ”

Harry smacked his lips, looking embarrassed, and Ron frowned, looking a little confused.

"Hey, I said." Ron said uncertainly, "Do you remember, when you were in first grade?" He looked at the two of them and whispered, "Whenever we ask about the Philosopher's Stone, Sauron answers us the same as the impatient look on his face. ”

"You mean—" Hermione glanced at Ron, looking surprised, "Sauron is perfunctory to us—Sauron knows something, and he doesn't want to tell us." ”

Ron nodded vigorously.

Sauron naturally didn't know what Harry was thinking, in fact, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

In the following Potions class, Snape's attitude towards the Gryffindors was as bad as ever, and of course, as cold as ever towards Sauron.

The content of this class is the configuration of shrinking potions, which is still very difficult for the vast majority of students who have just entered the third grade. Snape roamed the classroom, constantly looking for trouble with the Gryffindors, and Harry, Ron, and Neville had not escaped the fate of being reprimanded, especially Neville, the not-so-clever little fat man who had fallen into bad luck - he had mistaken the proportions of the ingredients, and Snape threatened to use his pet toad to make a solid yàn at the end of class, and fill it with the potion of his own configuration.

Draco seemed to be very relaxed, with a thick bandage on his arm, and all the work was done by Pansy, who sat next to him—making Draco look a little embarrassed whenever Sauron looked at him meaningfully.

At the end of class, under the watchful eyes of the class, Snape poured Neville's toad with a large spoonful of Neville's own shrinking potion, but fortunately, with Hermione's help, the potion succeeded and did not poison the toad to death.

"He's in luck." Draco said with some disappointment, Sauron just shrugged, and he whispered, "That little girl still has two hits." ”

Draco snorted disdainfully, and the group walked up the stairs down the basement together. At this moment, Sauron frowned violently - it was that kind of regular fluctuation again, and it was nearby.

"You guys go first, I still have something to do." Sauron said casually, and then turned and walked in the other direction.

In an empty classroom, Hermione was carrying a heavy school bag, she looked around nervously, fumbled at the collar of her robe, and pulled out a long, fine gold chain from under the robe, and under the gold chain hung a small shiny gold timer, she thought for a moment, twisted the timer - and then, like a stream of water rushing past her, Hermione's figure slowly became distorted and blurred, and then vanished.

A black flame appeared out of thin air, and Sauron stood in the classroom, his golden eyes looking at the place where Hermione had disappeared, the rules of time had been distorted, and although this distortion was gradually recovering, it was still noticeable.

"It turned out to be just a time turner." Sauron said to himself, "But it's bold to allow a student to use such a thing." ”

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Section III

Professor Lupin got a boggart and locked it in a closet in the faculty lounge. In Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he taught his students how to deal with the magical creature, and before the Slytherins, the students of the other three houses had already faced the Boggart in class.

The faculty lounge was a long, unmatched place of old chairs, and once the Slytherins were all inside, Lupin waved his wand and the door to the room closed automatically.

"Now, in this way," Professor Lupin said, beckoning the class to the end of the lounge. There was an old wardrobe - where the faculty kept their surplus robes. Professor Lupin walked over to the closet and stood still, and the closet suddenly shook and slammed against the wall, and it looked like the Boggart was shut up in it.

"There's a Boggart in there. They like dark, enclosed spaces," says Professor Lupin, "the wardrobe, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink – once I came across an old clock hidden in my ancestors." This one had moved in the afternoon before yesterday, and I asked the principal if the faculty could leave it alone and give my third-graders some hands-on opportunities.

"So, the first question we have to ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?"

Draco raised his hand, and although he didn't like Lupin's raunchy dress, he still tried to show himself in class. "They're good at shapeshifting," Draco said confidently, "and it transforms into what we fear in our hearts, elicit our fears." ”

"It's really good." "Rather, Borgert transforms into something that evokes the most pain and weakness in us, an image that we are least willing to recall or confront in our hearts," Professor Lupin said. So, in the closet, the Boggart sitting in the dark has not yet been presented as any image. It doesn't know what scares the people outside the door. No one knows what Boggart looks like when he's alone, but when I release it, it immediately becomes the thing that each of us fears the most. ”

Several of the girls gasped, looking nervous, and the expressions of several of the boys were unnatural.

"This means," Professor Luhu said, "that before we started, we had a huge advantage over the Boggart -- because there were so many of us that it didn't know what to turn into a beech." When dealing with Boggart, the best thing to do is to have a lot of people. It's confused. What should it become? Is it a corpse without a head, or a carnivorous slug? I once saw a boggett make the mistake of trying to scare two people at the same time, so he turned himself into a half-slug. Not scary at all.

A few of the students couldn't help but smile, and the Slytherins admitted that Lupin's lecture was quite funny.

"The spell to fight off the Boggart is simple, but it takes willpower. You know, what really scared Boggart off was laughter. All you have to do is force it to turn into what you think is a ridiculous image.

"Let's talk about this spell without a wand. Please tell me...... Funny funny!"

"Funny funny!" The class said in unison.

"Good," said Professor Lupin, "good. But, I'm afraid that's just the easy part. You know, this mantra alone is not enough. It's up to you, and when Boggart comes out of the closet, you're going to pick up your wand and yell, 'Funny and funny—and try to concentrate and imagine how to make it ridiculous." Now, I want each of you to take a moment to think about what you're most afraid of, and then imagine how you can force it to look ridiculous......"

The classroom fell silent immediately, and after a while, Lupin asked, "Are you all ready?" Mr. Malfoy, you are the first, and everyone else steps back, leaving an open space. ”

"I'll count to three." Professor Lupin said, pointing his wand at the closet, "One-two-three-start!"

A burst of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand, and the sparks struck the handle of the closet door, and the closet door burst open—

A pale face emerged from the gloom of the cupboard, the eyes without pupils lifeless, and the whole face seemed to be swollen and rotten by soaking in water.

Draco couldn't help but take a step back, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Funny funny"

With a bang, the dead man's face seemed to hit the glass violently, and the slap was flattened, and the originally terrifying facial features were exaggerated and deformed, like a clown.

"Well done." Lupin said, "Next." ”

It was Pansy who stepped forward, and Boggart suddenly turned into mist, and the next moment, a huge Hippogriff stood in the middle of the classroom, spread its wings, and barked fiercely at Pansy.

"Funny funny!" Pansy pointed her wand at Boggart—the Hippogriff shrunk, still flapping its wings, and turned into a hen.

Next, the students are completely relaxed, Crabbe is the same as Goyle's Boggart, both of them are a huge black bull, and it looks like what happened to them in Charms class in the first year has left a shadow on them.

When all the students were over, it was Sauron's turn.

The Boggart turned into fog again, and then, surprisingly, the Boggart didn't turn into something, but into some kind of three-dimensional image:

Above the burning earth, dark towers like mountains towered over endless bones, and the rain of blood dripped from the gloomy sky and converged into rivers across the land. A black dragon hovered at the top of the tower, black flames burning around him.

The dragon roared like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth. The cold golden eyes scanned the world, revealing supreme majesty, and even more sorrow and desolation like the sea.

It was his throne, where he was the only one, and he had nothing but endless solitude.

The Dark Throne, the Lonely King......