The two spells stalemate in the air, and the situation simply becomes a confrontation between magic and will. It would not be good for the two young wizards to continue, and it would even overdraw their physical strength and cause damage to their bodies.

Calvin snapped his wand, interrupting the stalemate between them, while the two doppelgangers held them behind the young wizard and poured a small bottle of potion into their mouths.

After the two of them calmed down, Calvin announced the final results: "The two are tied. ”

In fact, for this result, Calvin pulled a bias, if the two really continue to stalemate, it must be Harry who wins. When it came to dueling, Harry was indeed more talented than Draco.

Calvin had a few people stand in the ring and began to comment on their performance:

"Harry, Draco, Neville, and Hermione all deserve credit."

Ron didn't hear his name, and his legs softened.

"Ron!"

"In!" Ron replied loudly, cleverly.

"When you stand in the ring, you have to have the courage to shoot. You've learned a decent amount of Transfiguration, though. Calvin didn't criticize Ron, but gave the red-haired teenager some encouragement.

"Hermione, in the ring you should focus on your opponent."

Hermione hung her head.

"Neville, don't rush into swordsmanship until you're close to your opponent."

"Harry, Draco. You two didn't surprise me, keep up the good work. ”

The five little wizards in front of them all bowed their heads in shame. And just like that, Calvin's first test was over.

After leaving the world in the painting, Draco stayed in Calvin's office until the other four were gone, when he walked up to Calvin and whispered:

"Professor Capet, my father has something for me to tell you."

Calvin glanced up at him and pressed his right hand against the wall of his office. Circles of white light spread around Calvin's right hand. It wasn't until he had covered the entire office that Calvin spoke:

"What do you want you to tell me, Mr. Malfoy?"

"My father asked me to tell you that something was stolen from our family."

Draco wondered when his father had met Professor Capet, and that the communication between the two had to be done on his own.

"Something was stolen?" Calvin narrowed his eyes, "Did you tell you what it was?" ”

"No," Draco said, shaking his head and looking panicked, "Father only told me...... It has something to do with the mysterious person, and it made me burn it immediately after reading the letter. ”

"Did you burn?" Calvin grabbed Draco's shoulders and asked nervously, "Were there any other creatures around when you were reading the letter, like... A mouse? ”

Draco gasped, "Professor, you're hurting me." There were no other people around me and no rats when I read the letter. After reading it, I threw it into the fireplace. ”

Calvin let go of Draco's shoulders, "It's good if you don't." Then he thought for a while, and said, "Go back and write to your father, and I will go there tomorrow." ”

The next day, Calvin dressed up and entered the Malfoy family's manor from the school's communal fireplace.

Lucius, who had long silver hair, was the only one in the huge room, and he looked a little deserted. He paced anxiously in the middle of the living room, waiting for Calvin to arrive.

It wasn't until there was a thud and Calvin stepped out of the green flame in the fireplace that Lucius greeted him as if he had been pardoned.

"Mr. Capet!"

Lucius held Calvin's hand tightly and said nervously in his ear, "Dark Lord! He's back! He's coming for me! ”

A chill came from Calvin's hands and went straight to Lucius's head, forcing him to calm down.

"Calm down, Mr. Malfoy," Calvin's voice was steady and powerful, "Voldemort hasn't been resurrected yet, otherwise you wouldn't have lost something the other day." ”

"Yes, yes," Lucius, who had calmed down, touched his neck, "the Dark Lord would not be so merciful to those who betrayed him. ”

"That's right, a calm brain will help us live better, Lucius, and don't forget that you're a Slytherin." Calvin let go of Lucius' trembling hands and put on a pair of dragonskin gloves, "Now, take me to see the eucalyptus scene and let me see what is going on." ”

Lucius nodded, and led Calvin underground, until he went down to the third basement floor before entering a small study.

Calvin was a little displeased, why did Malfoy and Snape like to build important rooms underground, or was it the same for the whole of Slytherin?

Lucius walked to a small bookshelf at the far end of the study and pushed the shelves in a certain order. Soon, the small bookshelf slowly moved to the side of the space a person-wide, revealing the secret passage behind it.

Lucius and Calvin walked along the secret passage for a while, and then they saw that the secret door at the end of the secret passage had been opened.

"When did you find out?" Calvin asked, carefully observing the clues that the thief might have left behind.

"The night before yesterday," Lucius said, "I heard that the Ministry of Magic might pass a new Muggle Protection Act to crack down on dark magic items that could enter the Muggle world, so I'm here to take a look, who knows......"

"Who knows when I came, this place would already be opened." Calvin finished the sentence for Lucius.

"What's in here? Is there anyone else but you and Draco who knows about this? Calvin asked.

"No one else knows, not even Narcissa, and I've always kept her away from these things," Lucius said worriedly, for in his heart no one was allowed to harm his wife and son, not even the Dark Lord.

"Lost things... It was a diary," Lucius recalled, "and the Dark Lord gave me a safe keeping. ”

"Diary?" Calvin frowned, Tom, it's you, a serious person who writes a diary.

"Yes, the Dark Lord values this journal and asks me to protect him like a life, so I put the journal in this secret room." Lucius said.

Calvin nodded, touched the heavy door of the secret room, and asked, "No one knows how this secret room is opened except for you?" ”

"Yes," Lucius reassured, "I am the only one alive who knows how the last door will open, and will only tell Draco on the day I die." ”

"It seems that Voldemort used the Celestial Mind on you," Calvin said quietly, "if you had practiced Occlumency, it wouldn't be like this." ”

Lucius's already pale face was even more bloodless: "No way, I rarely let the Dark Lord look me in the eye." ”

"For a master like Voldemort, who is proficient in the telekinesis, even if he doesn't look directly into his eyes, he can get the information he wants, but it's just a little troublesome."