"What's wrong with Ron recently?"

Hermione frowned, and she also noticed that Ron was different from usual, and there was an indescribable weirdness in his aura.

"I don't know, maybe I haven't found the Spots and I'm in a bad mood."

"He never hides his emotions." Fred, who was standing beside him, also saw a little bit of shame. After all, the one who knew their little brother best in the Weasley family was his two older brothers.

The person at the center of the discussion was staring blankly out the window, and after a while, he showed a wicked smile.

Under the appearance of the thirteen-year-old child, there seemed to be a mature soul like an adult.

Of course, it was not just Ron who became strange. Oliver Wood, captain of Quidditch in Gryffindor, was even more crazy about the team's training. After the start of the new semester, they had to face their long-time rival, Slytherin College.

For Wood's dream and for Gryffindor's honor, this game can no longer allow them to make any mistakes.

Arya Spinette has returned to the team smoothly, which means that Louis' Quidditch's career will come to an end, but Wood still leaves him a substitute seat in the team's position. In other words, it is the team's sparring.

But based on his love for Quidditch, Louis happily accepted Wood's arrangement. The atmosphere in the whole team was harmonious, and Louis even taught some football skills to three chasers.

"We're in trouble, Slytherin and the others have found a new finder."

Everyone stopped the training at hand and stared at Wood with a strange look on his face.

"This may be a good thing, Wood." Arya said indifferently, holding the ghost flying ball in her hand, "Can it be that the ball player is still a veteran?"

"It's not like this, but a second-year freshman." Wood shook his head, "but this adds an unknown. If it weren't for Malfoy..."

"Don't worry about Wood, do you think there are better players than Harry?" George said with a smile.

Yes, they also have Harry, the best finder in decades, who was valued by Professor McGonagall at a young age.

Harry seemed to be the reassurance for the entire team, and they never need to worry about finding players.

"Yes, as long as there is no dementor coming."

Someone suddenly said, and the atmosphere in the team instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Well, I've been working hard on this matter," Harry continued. "Professor Lupin has been training me, and of course Louis has also provided me with a lot of help."

After Christmas, Lupin gave Harry a small meal, and this time he brought Louis with him.

He had seen the previous Quidditch game, Louis's nearly perfect body guardian, and perhaps Louis would be helpful to Harry.

In fact, Harry was able to release the white light mist for a short time, but he was still a long way from the patron saint of the physical body that really drove away the Dementors.

Lupin quoted Boggart as training, and whenever Harry couldn't hold on, he would take action himself. Therefore, Louis was still curious about what kind of posture Boggart would appear in front of him.

"That's good." Wood breathed a sigh of relief. "You know, if you can't solve this problem, I really don't want to lose you, the golfer."

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor is about to be held, and the atmosphere is even more tense in the Malfoy Manor far northwest.

The domestic elves in the manor were so arrogant that they dared not breathe. Since Dobi's rebellion, Lucius has imprisoned the remaining domestic elves in his house, and he has never taken any of the elves out of the house.

At this moment, Lucius was sitting upright on the long table in the living room, surrounded by walls made of marble slabs, and the round roof showed a luxurious look.

There are various silver knives and some gold-inlaid Zunhua wine glasses on the table. The whole house is decorated with black and white and looks very dark inside.

Surrounded by the portraits of the patriarchs of the Malfoy family in history. Some of them dozed off and some focused on reading, with different forms.

Lucius attended the verdict on Buckbeck a few days ago. It was obvious that the old guys from the Ministry of Magic announced the trial of innocence, which made him, the current head of the Malfoy family, faceless.

Since last year, he has been planning to kick Dumbledore off the principal's seat and manipulate the entire Hogwarts himself. He hates Dumbledore because of the existence of those people that the status of pure blood has declined.

He had always been thinking about the era when the Dark King was prosperous. At that time, pure-blooded wizards became increasingly prosperous under the leadership of the Dark King. It was an era where their pure-blooded genitals were not worthy of the power to use magic.

But now, the Malfoy family's status is declining, and even can only gain a place in the wizarding world through marriage with the Greengrass family.

Lucius must not sit still and wait for death, nor can he let the Malfoy family die in his own hands, he must do something.

Soon, an owl flew into the manor and headed straight for the chamber. Just as Lucius was stunned, he threw down a white letter.

Lucius frowned and slowly opened the envelope. Although he didn't know where the letter came from, his intuition told him that this might be his next plan.

After expanding the content of the letter, he seemed to recognize the handwriting. It was about fifteen years ago, at a meeting of the Dark King, he saw the man with his own eyes, the short, frustrated man, and even the most easily overlooked man in the crowd.

However, this man aroused Lucius' strong interest. He glanced at his signature and silently wrote down the name.

However, the next time I see you again, it seems that you were killed by the stupid Black in the Daily Prophet.

But he didn't expect that he was still alive and was hiding in Hogwarts.

Lucius looked at the content of the letter and couldn't help but smile. He seemed to know a huge secret hidden in Hogwarts, which was enough to defeat the old man Dumbledore.

He was ecstatic inside, and he didn't expect that the man would bring him such a huge surprise. If the news was spread and added fuel to the fire, even Fudge would have suffered a lot.

After all, this was something Dumbledore and Fudge personally agreed.

"Come, that pen and paper come." Lucius's depressed mood suddenly disappeared. He had to make a perfect interpretation in this matter. Perhaps visiting those greedy old friends would be a good choice.
Chapter completed!