On the stairs stood Slytherin students in gym class, Draco Malfoy stood at the top, next to Pansy and Astoria, Daphne and Millicent, and Nott, Bress and others stood below him, and they found Harry and Hermione who had disappeared from the school for a few days, almost everyone with a cold look on their faces.

It's a pity that Crabbe and Goyle's two idiots are not there, otherwise they would have been together.

Hermione's breathing suddenly stalled for a moment, then returned to normal, she remained silent, the five fingers of her right hand curled unnaturally, ready to hold the wand, and the pure brown eyes were hostile.

With the exception of Professor Blaine, Hermione, Ron, and Professor Dumbledore were among the few who had been fully aware of all the details of what had happened that morning, and Harry told them all the names of the Death Eaters he had heard or seen at Voldemort's resurrection ceremony.

In the past few days, Harry had also discussed with the two of them whether Professor Dumbledore would go straight to the door based on the list he had provided and send all those ruthless and stubborn Death Eaters to Azkaban.

Ron patted his chest with confidence, convinced that Professors Dumbledore and Bryan would do the same. And Hermione cautiously agreed.

But now it seems that they guessed wrong.

The two legendary wizards they had high hopes for didn't do anything, otherwise, these Slytherin students would never have been so calm after seeing them.

"Get out of the way—"

Harry said, his face expressionless, but his heart was stunned by his calm state of mind.

Even though he had almost died a few days earlier at the hands of the group of men and their masters, Harry found himself less angry when confronted by Malfoy and his small group.

Pansy, who 'loved' Malfoy the most, moved her nose and wanted to say something, but before she could say anything, she squinted at Malfoy, and finally chose to remain silent.

"Congratulations on dying again, Potter."

Malfoy didn't seem to be the same as before, he didn't have the usual sarcastic face, he looked at Harry condescendingly, and his words were just as calm, although he was armed with a gun and a stick.

Judging by Hermione's surprised look, she seemed confused about Malfoy's performance. Harry wasn't so surprised, he could vaguely understand a little bit of why Malfoy was the way he did.

Harry certainly couldn't have apologized to Malfoy, he nodded and said without a wave,

"I'm really good at slipping out of Voldemort's presence."

There are only a few people who are immune to the word "Voldemort", and almost all children from magical families, in their ignorant childhood, have suffered from their parents' almost hysterical yelling because they say these words indifferently, thus building up their fear of these three words.

The Slytherin people shuddered, and so did Draco, who shuddered twice and looked a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, just pursed his lips, dropped the word 'let' and led the Slytherin people upstairs.

"What's going on, Harry?"

When they left the horizon, Hermione frowned and couldn't help but ask,

"They didn't behave quite right, I thought. Oh, I thought they would be even more hostile to you. You know, in Slytherin, the Mystic doesn't have that bad reputation, and there are even many people who worship him! ”

"Just call him by his name, Hermione, there's nothing scary about the word 'Voldemort,'"

Harry shrugged,

"Maybe they've changed their worship."

One can imagine what a sensation Harry caused when he showed up in the gym classroom.

With the exception of Slytherin, the students of the other three houses surrounded them, and many of them were talking to him, asking them questions they wanted to know, such as, how did they disappear from the bottom of the lake, what happened to them during that time, did Voldemort really come back to life, and if so, how did they escape? How could the head of the famous Department of International Magical Cooperation die, and, Durmstrang's headmaster

Harry had already explained these questions to the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, and in the face of these classmates' questions, some of them he couldn't say, some didn't want to ask them, and the questions he could answer were very limited.

"It was Professor Bryan who made a key role in the sportswear that he prepared for us, and it was the suit that saved everyone back, guys."

Harry was struggling to cope, there was another reason why he didn't want to reply too much, according to him, not many of the students in front of him were willing to believe that the mysterious man had returned, even if Dumbledore had told them about it himself.

"For the past few days, the Daily Prophet has not said a word about it."

After Harry's obvious impatience, the crowd slowly retreated, and finally, only their Gryffindor students were left around him, and Neville said in a serious tone,

"As you may have seen, most people don't believe in this, Harry, people don't want to see that horrible Dark Lord return to the wizarding world, and besides, the Ministry of Magic has not issued an official statement, for the vast majority, the Ministry of Magic is the most authoritative."

"But do you believe it, Neville?" Hermione asked, but in an affirmative tone.

"Oh, of course." Neville said firmly, "I know you won't be joking about that, and neither is Dumbledore, and, although Professor Blaine hasn't made a public statement, someone asked him when he met him at the castle, and he gave him the same yes. ”

Professor Bryan arrived, and he walked in as usual, with a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't even pay much attention to Harry and Hermione as they appeared in his class.

In a very normal class, they continue to practice team breakouts in Professor Brian's mental world. Compared with the beginning, their performance has undoubtedly improved a lot, whether it is siege or breakout, there are commendable places, and they all have a unique style.

A sense of contrast permeated the entire course, and both Harry and Hermione shared it.

They were young wizards who had experienced Voldemort's resurrection ritual, and they knew that the Dark Lord had indeed returned to the wizarding world, and everything would change. But here's the problem, nothing seems to have changed.

In the midst of this eerie feeling, today's physical education class ends.

Ron was still waiting for the two of them, so Harry and Hermione didn't spend much time in class, they had time to discuss Voldemort's resurrection with their close friends.

"Professor Blaine"

As Amosta was packing up and preparing to leave the classroom, Draco Malfoy suddenly stopped him, and he looked up at Draco and realized that it wasn't just Draco's Slytherin students who had something to say and looked at him with burning eyes, as if they were suppressing some emotion.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

Amosta left the packed notes and asked with a smile,

"Do you have any questions you need me answered?"

"Well, Professor—"

Draco slowly approached Amosta, he looked a little nervous, his half-hidden fists clenched tightly in his cuffs, while behind him, Millicent, Nott, and the others were driving away the remaining students in the classroom with strong, cold gazes.

Millicent slammed the door behind the classroom, and hurried to the podium, looking at their Professor Bryan with a slight eyebrow and a smile on his lips.

Draco wasn't the only one who felt nervous, Amosta felt solemnity and tightness in the looks of each of the Slytherin students who remained, and perhaps a sense of sacred mission?

"The Dark Lord is really back, isn't he, Professor Bryan?"

That's when Draco made his opening remarks.

"Professor Dumbledore has already told you this, hasn't it, Durmstrand's Headmaster, Barty Crouch of the Ministry of Magic has sent a warning signal to everyone with his life, and I'm sure you know very well that Draco and Potter wouldn't use this kind of thing to attract attention."

Amosta said calmly.

"So--"

Draco grunted and swallowed, his heart pounding nervously. Professor Bryan didn't show impatience or blush, but Draco still felt a strong pressure, almost like a life-level oppression.

But Draco still looked up with difficulty, and looked into Professor Blaine's eyes, and under the gaze of those wonderful purple eyes, he said with great reverence,

"Will you accept our allegiance, Mr. Blaine?"

(End of chapter)