Hogwarts Castle, the Great Hall of the day, is now silent.

As the bell rang for the end of the last class, the first day of classes at Hogwarts was finally over.

The little wizards walked out of the classroom in twos and threes with their books in their hands, and slowly moved towards their common room with blank expressions, the children who had not yet fully adapted to school life were still a little confused after a long day of classes.

Compared with last year, Hogwarts has obviously increased a lot in terms of course intensity and course density this year - to put it simply, it has changed from the original "happy education" to the so-called "elite education".

At Elena's suggestion, an average of about two hours of lessons were added to each young wizard's schedule.

Even on weekends, there will be a corresponding half-day of study, but according to the Hogwarts schedule, there are mainly some more interesting classes, such as flying lessons in the lower grades, or Defence Against the Dark Arts and Magical Beasts protection classes......

All in all, after a series of reasonable adjustments, the conversion rate of students' energy is ensured to the greatest extent.

Although the simple-minded students are not yet aware of the future hell life, after this day of learning that is more fulfilling than before, most of the young wizards are full of thoughts at this time to hurry back to their soft beds.

In the midst of the sparse silence, Draco Malfoy deliberately fell half a step behind, at the very end of the line.

Slytherin House is located on the basement level of the castle, and the dim magic torch shines in the green flow of people, reflecting shadows on the narrow stone walls, and at the end of the flow of people is the ajar stone door of the entrance to the common room.

Draco narrowed his eyes as Irina the "Shadow Prefect" faded behind the door surrounded by the freshmen.

Suddenly, he seemed to see another girl with a different hair color—Draco had the naïve idea of becoming the center of attention in the school when he had just received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts a year earlier.

It's just that later......

Draco Malfoy gave him a deep look, then turned and disappeared into the shadows in the opposite direction.

Passing through the empty marble steps, Draco gently pushed open the door to the Great Hall, and before he could adjust to the sudden dimming of the environment, a gentle voice suddenly came from the long table in Gryffindor House.

"You're coming slower than I thought, Mr. Malfoy, you're late. ”

Bill Weasley stood up, moonlight shining through the window on his red hair, looking a little dangerous.

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and returned to the Tao in a calm tone.

"According to the mission you've previously conveyed on your behalf, I need to make sure Miss Shadow is safely back in the break room before I can leave the crowd and get here for the night's Foundation research work - besides, you didn't have an appointment. ”

Bill Weasley glanced at the boy standing in the doorway, "Do you know what you're going to face later?"

"Guess a little ......"

"Malfoy, you should know a part of your parents' secret past, right? ”

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. But that's all in the past. ”

"It's just the past that the Ministry of Magic promised to compromise, as for the real situation...... Heh......"

The corners of Bill's mouth raised slightly, and he sneered and whispered, "Once you officially participate in the Foundation's project, you have no chance of leaving halfway, and you are likely to collide with your family at some point in the future, you know?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here. ”

Draco replied without humility or arrogance, without the slightest hint of wavering in his eyes.

With a smile on his face, Bill Weasley stepped forward, patted Draco Malfoy on the shoulder, and took out a silver card and handed it to the boy, the wings on which Draco could faintly see in the dim light.

Draco subconsciously reached out and was about to take the card from Bill's hand, only to find that the B-class researcher was clutching the card tightly, so strong that he almost thought it was directly on Bill Weasley's hand.

"This is the salary voucher issued by the Gringotts Wizarding Bank to the D-class members of the Foundation......"

Bill Weasley looked down at the blonde boy in front of him and said lightly.

"If you are unfortunate enough to die tonight, or in a future event, which is not a small chance, then all the wealth in it will be paid to your parents as a pension, and now you have one last chance to repent. ”

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow and stubbornly snatched the card.

"Very well, tonight's event is set next to the Gryffindor House common room, opposite the tapestry of the troll battering Silly Barnabas on the eighth floor of the castle. The two of us will go separately, I will go first, and you follow me carefully. ”

Bill Weasley nodded in satisfaction, and turned sharply towards the wooden door at the other end of the auditorium.

In fact, he didn't tell Draco Malfoy that, despite being a B-class researcher, his previous work would not involve direct contact with such high-risk containment objects, and that this was the first time for Bill Weasley that he had formally participated in Foundation containment research activities.

The passage he had just read was not what he had read in some manual, but what Professor Gilderoy Lockhart had secretly told him at the end of today's lesson.

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Woo~