"Let's do this, Hermione, you go check Nicolas Flamel's information first, and take care of Harry by the way, so that he doesn't get into anything. Then I'll also have someone investigate at the same time. If there is any information, we will
Communicate anytime.”
"Okay, I understand."
Hermione nodded.
The two discussed some more details and then separated.
Time flies.
In a blink of an eye.
Christmas is coming.
Looking down from the common room window in Ravenclaw Tower.
Hogwarts has been covered by a vast expanse of white snow, and the large lake further away is also covered with a layer of hard ice.
"Time flies so fast."
Fang Mu sighed.
Before you know it, a semester has passed.
At this time, he was only wearing a thin shirt and was sitting on an armrest rocking chair.
Although it was bitingly cold outside, there was a roaring fire in the common room, making it unusually warm.
"Boss, won't you go back for Christmas?"
Terry said.
He was wearing a thick down jacket and had a backpack on his back.
The arrival of Christmas not only marks the end of the first semester, but also a ten-day long holiday.
The vast majority of students at Hogwarts will choose to go home for Christmas.
The meaning of Christmas to Westerners is equivalent to the Spring Festival in the East.
They all hope they can spend this holiday with their families.
"No, I'm Chinese, and we don't celebrate Christmas there."
Fang Mu shook his head.
"So that's it, boss, then I'm leaving?"
"Come on, come on, don't be an eyesore in front of me!"
Terry chuckled, turned and left.
The common room was quiet again.
There were originally a lot of people here, but with the Christmas holiday, there were basically not many people in sight.
Fang Mu put down the magic book in his hand and looked at the white snow outside the window.
"Christmas haha, of course I have to stay at Hogwarts on a day like this!"
In the study room of an English-style castle.
"Is that all you know?"
Lucius frowned slightly.
"About that square piece of wood, this is all I know now. If father still wants to know more, I can check it again, but it will take some time."
Draco said with joy on his face.
His father asked Fang Mu if he was going to teach him a lesson?
Very good!
"Okay, that's it."
Lucius said.
"You go out first."
Ah?
Draco was stunned for a moment.
Is this enough?
Don’t you need to know more?
He walked out a little confused.
Half gone.
"Don't go near that square tree again, and don't do anything bad. Do you understand?"
Lucius suddenly said again.
"Why? Father!"
Draco immediately turned around and asked.
He was deeply sad and angry, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
"No reason! You just do it!"
"But"
"No buts! Don't you even listen to me now?"
Facing Lucius's stern eyes, Draco lowered his head.
"I understand, father."
He thought his father would vent his anger on him, but he didn't expect it would be like this!
"Fang Mu!"
Draco clenched his fists.
In the end, he relaxed slumpedly.
Without his father's support, would he dare to trouble Fang Mu?
He doesn't dare!
"Forget it, I'd better not mess with that pervert."
The courage he had just mentioned because of his father disappeared without a trace at this moment.
The shadow Fang Mu left on him was too deep!
"I can just bully Harry from now on."
Draco said in his mind.
Harry:???
Click!
The study door is closed.
Draco has left.
Lucius was the only one left in the study.
"Didn't you leave Hogwarts for Christmas?"
After listening to Draco's information about Fang Mu, Lucius didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
The most powerful freshman at Hogwarts in a century!
He originally thought this was just an exaggeration by the Daily Prophet. They had done this many times for the sake of sales and certain purposes.
Regarding the Daily Prophet's remarks, Lucius had to carefully consider every punctuation mark before deciding whether to believe it or not.
Coupled with Harry Potter's appearance at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's relationship with Minister of Magic Fudge
Lucius always thought that this was a smoke bomb deliberately thrown by Dumbledore in order to divert some people's attention from Harry.
But I didn’t expect that all of this was actually true!
Not only were the predictions of the prophet not exaggerated at all, they were actually underestimated!
Fang Mu should not just be the strongest freshman at Hogwarts in a century, but the strongest genius at Hogwarts in a century!
Curse Genius, Potion Genius, Flying Genius
Especially hearing Draco say that.
Fang Mu really mastered the newt-level magic spell Shen Feng Wu Yingshi.
In order to maintain the dignity of his father, Lucius's face, which had been tense all the time, could not help but show a look of shock.
"Is there really such a genius in the world?"
It's not like he hasn't seen geniuses before.
Snape, who was almost at the same time as him, was a famous genius.
In first grade, he mastered as many spells as a seventh grader.
And the master he serves, Voldemort.
That is also a famous genius!
But these two geniuses, compared with Fang Muyi, are not at the same level at all!
"No wonder that person wanted to kill him!"
Lucius's eyes flickered.
He touched the Death Eater mark on his body, his face uncertain.
"Master, that boy didn't leave Hogwarts on Christmas. Lucius's plan failed."
Professor Quirrell said gloomily.
"Failed? What's the follow-up plan?"
"Lucius didn't mention it"
"Didn't mention it? Hahaha! It seems that I haven't appeared for too long. A humble servant dares to ignore my orders! Good! Very good! Very good!"
A sharp voice sounded in the secret room, making people shudder.
"Master, calm down!"
Professor Quirrell immediately knelt down with a look of fear on his face.
"Quack! Calm down? Do you want to plead for him?"
"Master, your humble servant definitely doesn't mean this!"
Professor Quirrell was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.
"What I mean is! Master, spare your life! Master!"
A burst of soul-rending pain made Professor Quirrell almost roll on the floor in pain.
After a while.
The pain gradually disappeared.
Professor Quirrell was covered in sweat and knelt on the ground with a pale face, not daring to say a word.
His body was shaking constantly, and his eyes were full of fear.