At this moment, the famous "savior" Harry Potter was lying alone on the innermost bed, one of his legs was fixed in the air with a splint and bandage, and one of his arms was also fixed in front of his chest with a splint and bandage.
Apparently, despite Zosi's intervention and the absence of Gilderoy Lockhart, the impostor, he had sustained injuries so severe during the tournament that even magical potions could not immediately heal them.
One of the arms was broken by a Bludger that was affected by a spell.
Needless to say, under that kind of terrifying kinetic energy impact, it would be very lucky for an ordinary human being not to be broken into two pieces and bleed profusely with his fragile body.
As for the leg, it was caused by hitting a piece of raised hardwood on the edge of the stand when falling off the broom.
If he moved a little higher, he might have to say goodbye to his "little brother" for a while.
After all, even in the magical world, making something regenerate is quite difficult and troublesome.
If they were unlucky enough to meet an unprofessional therapist, the Potter family might really be extinct.
But Harry obviously has no regrets.
Because he won the game that mattered to him the most and caught the Golden Snitch before that nasty Draco Malfoy did.
Especially after the game, when I see the opponent's ugly face as if his father had died, I feel an indescribable sense of relief, which is worth it even if I lose a leg or an arm for it.
As for the severe pain caused by broken hands and legs, it will pass if you grit your teeth and endure it.
Anyway, when he lived with the Dursleys, he was bullied, beaten, and injured by his classmates, but he managed to get through it all with his willpower.
I have to say that this boy is indeed a ruthless person to some extent, especially to himself, he is extremely cruel.
This can be seen from the fact that he never cried after being injured several times during Quidditch matches, and later he was able to withstand the Cruciatus Curse without making any sound.
You know, even a mentally twisted and crazy Death Eater like Bellatrix couldn't withstand the pain brought by the Cruciatus Curse and would still let out heart-wrenching screams.
But at the moment, what bothered Harry Potter was not these, but the house-elf who called himself Dobby whom he met again last night.
Not only did the other party admit to closing Platform 9 3/4 on the first day of school, but he also admitted to controlling the Blurger and almost killing him. Both of these things were done by him.
He also swore that all this was for his own good and that he would be safe from danger as long as he left Hogwarts.
Harry simply couldn't understand how the school could be in danger with Headmaster Dumbledore and so many professors in charge.
What's more, Voldemort and his Death Eaters who caused chaos in the Ministry of Magic have now been captured in France.
Especially the photo in the newspaper of the Dark Lord dancing in a white silk miniskirt suddenly replaced the previous ferocious and brutal image. It made people want to laugh at the first sight, and the original sense of fear disappeared.
Thinking of this, Harry cast his eyes on the copy of The Daily Prophet on the bedside table, which he had kept specially as a treasure, and the large article praising Zuo Si on it, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
Because if I had such talent and power, I wouldn't have to worry about the lightning-shaped Horcrux on my forehead.
Just when he was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water, he suddenly saw a familiar figure push open the door and walk in from outside.
"Long time no see. I heard from Professor Snape that you were knocked off your broom by a Bludger and almost broke your neck." Zuo Si greeted him with a smile.
"Thors? When did you come back?" Harry's face showed an expression of great surprise.
Zuo Si shrugged and replied, "I just got back. Didn't I advise you last time that it's best not to participate in Quidditch? It's too dangerous for you and it's very easy to be used by people with ulterior motives."
"It's all Malfoy's fault for provoking me. I can't let him look down on me, can I?" Harry defended his impulse.
In fact, when he saw the Bludger out of control on the court, he realized that something was wrong.
However, the young man's competitive spirit made him not choose to withdraw from the competition immediately. Instead, he risked his life and staged a "Speed ​​Race".
The last dangerous action that led to broken hands and feet was the result of massive secretion of adrenaline and extreme excitement of the brain nerves due to external stimulation.
"You two really are a couple that loves and hates each other..." Zuo Si complained in a low voice, holding his forehead.
As a relatively rational person, he really couldn't understand how a small matter of failing to make friends could gradually turn into a deadly enemy who disliked each other? Moreover, the hatred between the two sides seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
Of course, in this matter, Master Malfoy, who has been spoiled since childhood, must bear more responsibility.
After all, he was the one who provoked the first few conflicts.
"Don't mention Malfoy, tell me what happened in France? How did you defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters?" Harry asked in a tone with a hint of excitement and anticipation.
"There's nothing worth saying. The Voldemort you saw in the newspapers, just like the one who possessed Professor Quirrell last semester, just occupied another person's body. Strictly speaking, it's not a true resurrection. If Voldemort was fully resurrected, I wouldn't be able to win so easily. As for the exaggerated descriptions in newspapers and magazines, just treat them as jokes." Zuo Si explained nonchalantly.
After all, the half-dead and fully resurrected Voldemort are two completely different creatures.
The latter's magic power alone is enough to far surpass all other wizards in the world except Dumbledore.
"Even so, that's impressive. I'm not even qualified to stand in front of that person now." Harry subconsciously clenched the wand next to the pillow.
Zuo Si noticed the other party's little move and smiled to comfort him: "Don't worry, no matter who you are, it takes time to grow. As long as you are willing to spend time and energy to learn and practice, you will one day be able to gain the strength to fight against it head-on. Oh, by the way, I also brought you a gift, I hope you like it."
Go ahead, Zuo Si took out a brown wooden box slightly larger than an adult male's palm from his pocket and handed it over.
Harry quickly took it, opened it, and was stunned for a moment.
Because what was placed in the box was nothing else but a very exquisite and beautiful silver revolver.
If a child grew up in a pure-blood wizard family, he might not recognize what this thing is.
But Harry had lived in the Muggle world for eleven years after all, and he knew very well the terrible power of weapons like guns.
Many movies and TV shows have repeatedly shown that if you get hit by this thing, the chances of surviving are definitely not very high.
Especially the one in the box, you can tell from the magazine that it uses large-caliber bullets with extremely terrifying lethality.
"How is it? Do you like it?" There was a barely perceptible hint of amusement in Zuo Si's eyes.
Obviously, he gave the Savior a gun out of some kind of evil taste. He wanted to see how Voldemort would react when he was resurrected in the future and was hit by this thing.
If he died from a headshot, the scene would be very exciting.
You know, even a wizard like Dumbledore can't maintain a large amount of protective magic 24 hours a day.
This means that most wizards will be injured or die if hit by bullets.
What's more, the weapon in the box is not an ordinary gun, but a genuine magical item.
Because wizards are not fools and know how rapidly and destructively Muggle weapons have developed after the two world wars.
So while casting the spell to repel Muggles, a spell is also added that makes all things invented through science unusable.
If someone wanted to break into a place where wizards gathered with a gun and kill people, even if he successfully resisted the Expelling Spell, he would find that the firing pin could not ignite the gunpowder in the bullet when he pulled the trigger.
By the same token, artillery, explosives, grenades, incendiary bombs, fuel-air explosives, nuclear bombs, as well as missiles, airplanes, tanks, warships and other advanced weapons will all fail due to various unexpected situations under the influence of magic.
This is why, even though technology in the Muggle world is advancing with each passing day, wizards in the magical world still do not have much sense of crisis.
Looking at the silver revolver in front of him, Harry was stunned for two or three minutes, and then he came to his senses and asked in an incredulous tone: "Where did you get this?"
"A small gift given to me privately by a wizard family from Switzerland.
I secretly made some modifications and enchantments to it so that it can still be used normally even in a place like Hogwarts.
Of course, the bullets must also be specially made.
Next time you encounter Voldemort or his Death Eaters, if the spell doesn't work very well, you can consider using this gun.
Believe me, this thing is much more useful than a magic wand until you reach a certain level of proficiency in magic.
At that time, you just need to take it out, aim at the target, and then pull the trigger continuously.
Maybe after one round of shooting, Voldemort's head will fall to the ground and break like a watermelon."
Zuo Si strongly recommended it in an inflammatory tone.
"Can I...can I try?"
Harry's eyes revealed an eager look.
"Hold on!"
Zuo Si raised his hand and cast a spell towards the door, completely blocking out all sounds in the room, then made a gesture of invitation.
Harry immediately understood what he meant, picked up the revolver, loaded a blue bullet into the magazine, aimed at the ceiling above his head and pulled the trigger.
The next second...
A dazzling blue spark appeared the moment the hammer hit the bullet primer!
The violent force in the opposite direction that followed almost made him lose his grip on the gun.
Before I could react to what was happening, the entire chandelier on the ceiling above my head was engulfed by a blinding blue electric light.
Although no sound was made due to the magic silencing, everything was carried out in complete silence.
But Harry knew that without the spell, there would have been a loud noise, whether it was the gun firing or the arc of electricity jumping between the chandeliers in the ceiling above his head.
After about two or three seconds, when the electrical energy in the bullets was consumed, three huge copper chandeliers fell directly from high above, smashing heavily on the ground and the surrounding beds.
Apparently, the metal rings that secured these chandeliers had been completely softened by repeated lightning strikes.
Looking at the mess in the infirmary, Harry stared at the revolver in his hand, his mouth wide open in shock, unable to speak.
He couldn't believe it even in his dreams that all this was caused by just pulling the trigger.
But in terms of lethality and destructive power, this thing is indeed much more useful than a magic wand.
"Back to normal!"
"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Zuo Si asked with a smile as he cast a spell to restore everything to normal.
Harry nodded excitedly. "This thing is awesome! With it, if Voldemort comes to cause trouble again, I will give him a good beating. Thank you. This is the best gift I have ever received in my life."
"You're welcome. Here are twenty-three rounds of ammunition, which should last you a while. Also, promise me that no matter how much you hate Malfoy, you won't point this thing at his head, okay?"
Zuo Si also took the opportunity to make a small request.
"Hey, don't worry. Even though I hate Malfoy, I'm far from wanting to kill him."
Harry carefully put the gun back into the box and agreed without thinking.
While the two were talking, Madam Pomfrey walked in from the door and urged with an unhappy look on her face: "Visiting hours are over, you should leave. The patient needs to rest now."
"Of course, ma'am."
Zuo Si turned around and walked out without saying a word.
But before he could take a few steps, he heard Harry's shouting from behind.
"Wait! Soth! I have another question for you."
"Oh? What is it?"
Zuo Si stopped, turned around and looked at the savior lying on the bed.
This question was obviously rather private, and Harry didn't want Madam Pomfrey to be around, so he gave her a pleading look.
The latter hesitated for a moment and quickly said, "I'll give you five more minutes."
After saying that, she left the ward and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After watching the respected school doctor walk away, Harry asked in an uncertain tone, "Do you know house-elves?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Of course I know. They were a very powerful race in ancient times.
But later, because of a war with wizards, they were eventually slaughtered without mercy, and only a very small number of docile cubs were kept as slaves.
And these cubs are the source of the bloodline of the house-elves.
Through magical intervention and domestication from generation to generation, these little creatures gradually became servile and extremely loyal to their masters, making them the most ideal servants.
However, their numbers have always been small, and they cannot be bought with money. Only those pure-blood or mixed-blood families with a long history can own them.
Simply put, house-elves are equivalent to slaves in the magical world, and their lives and personal freedom are completely controlled by their masters. "
"You mean... house-elves usually only act according to their masters' orders?" Harry frowned.
"That's right. For house-elves, serving a family and their master is a supreme honor. Any house-elf who is expelled for making a mistake will not only be despised by wizards, but also be despised by his own kind." Zuo Si answered bluntly.
"Could there be house-elves who take secret actions behind their masters' backs?" Harry asked in an uncertain tone.
Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately realized that it was the Malfoy family's elf named Dobby who had come, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Generally speaking, this situation is very rare, but it does not mean that it does not exist. After all, there will always be outliers in any group. In addition, if there really is such a house elf, I suggest you pay more attention to it."
"Why?" Harry blinked in confusion.
"Because all the ancient wizard families in the entire wizarding world would not like the existence of such a house-elf. Because no one knows whether its rebellious behavior will spread like a spark among other house-elves, eventually leading to a large-scale rebellion and uprising, or even a war that affects most of the wizarding world."
Zuo Si pointed out very clearly the particularity of Duobi.
Because this is the only house-elf who is unwilling to be enslaved and has made substantial moves of resistance.
Although in the eyes of many people, this kind of resistance is just a tiny spark and is far from causing a big commotion.
But he knew that the large-scale withdrawal of slavery from the stage of history was caused by these small sparks that ignited a prairie fire.
If Lucius knew about this, he would definitely cast the Cruciatus Curse on Dobby without hesitation, then behead him and specimen him to warn other house-elves in the manor.
Yes!
There is not just one Dobby in the Malfoy family, but several house-elves serving him.
Harry obviously didn't understand the complicated interests behind it. He just raised his head and asked, "But they are just fighting for freedom. What's wrong with that?"
Zuo Si explained with a playful look on his face: "Think about it, if those ancient families lost the service of house-elves, they would have to clean the house, cook, wash clothes, mow the lawn and garden, and clean up various pests by themselves.
How can we maintain a decent life and the sense of superiority of a pure-blood family at that time?
Remember, Potter, in this world, not everything that is right will necessarily gain everyone's support and approval.
More often than not, what people really care about is tangible benefits.
When you can bring huge benefits to some people, even if this thing is wrong, they will choose to support it without hesitation.
On the other hand, if you infringe on the interests of some people, even if this thing is right, they will do their best to stop and destroy it.
The existence of house-elves as slaves of the magical world is the best example.
"Like Voldemort?"
Harry made a shocking remark.
In fact, due to the Horcrux, his thoughts, personality and many aspects are often inevitably affected by it.
If someone else heard this, they would probably faint from fright.
But Zuo Si touched his chin and responded with interest: "Yes, just like Voldemort. Although his methods and theories are wrong, it is a good choice to use powerful force to suppress opponents and promote his own ideas. Well, let's stop talking here today. I don't want to be driven away by Madam Pomfrey for the second time."
After saying that, Zuo Si turned and left the infirmary, and after a while he disappeared near the stairs leading to the lower floor.
As for Harry Potter, he was lying alone on his sickbed with a thoughtful expression on his face.
…
As Zuo Si reappeared in everyone's sight, many Hogwarts students fell into a fanatical personality cult around him.
After all, he defeated the Dark Lord and his most powerful and loyal Death Eaters in an almost crushing manner, and single-handedly dispelled the dark clouds that shrouded the British wizarding world.
This record alone is enough to make him a hot star.
In addition, the students of Hogwarts are just in their teenage years, and are most likely to develop idols and worship power.
So no matter where Zuo Si went, he was always followed by a group of bored guys who wanted to observe and imitate his words and deeds.
If he hadn't exuded a cold and unapproachable aura, he would have been surrounded by fanatical fans long ago.
Especially the "little snakes" from Slytherin House, who looked at Zuo Si with admiration.
After all, he was the first person in the world who dared to tell Voldemort to his face that he was a coward and a waste.
Even the number of students taking the elective course on making magic scrolls increased dramatically, and it was almost always full, which was in stark contrast to the lifeless Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Snape was temporarily taking over.
As for poor Gilderoy Lockhart, although he was not completely drained to death by Voldemort's Horcrux, the diary, his body has become extremely weak due to the long-term erosion of dark magic, and he is currently lying unconscious on a bed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
According to the attending physician, there is a high possibility that he will never wake up again in this lifetime.
Of course, thanks to Lockhart's contribution, Zuo Si has completely mastered the method of making Horcruxes and the complex principles behind them.
And so, in peace and tranquility, Christmas arrived as scheduled.
Since the Horcruxes had been dealt with in advance and Voldemort didn't know where to hide the Basilisk, the atmosphere in the school was no different from before.
Most of the students signed up to go home and spend time with their parents and relatives.
Even Harry, who originally wanted to stay in school, was prohibited by Snape from signing the detention list by semi-coercion.
The only thing that made Zuo Si feel a little regretful was that without the basilisk attack in the original plot, Hermione naturally would not have been able to mix the Polyjuice Potion and then turn into the cute catwoman form.
For Furuikong, this makes him feel more inexplicably excited than the normal human form.
Maybe……
Could he deliberately create an accident and interact with the half-cat, half-human girl at close range? "Hey! Soth! What are you thinking about?"
Following the girl's shout, Zuo Si quickly came back to his senses from his wonderful fantasy and immediately responded guiltily: "No, nothing, I'm just thinking about how to spend the Christmas holiday."
"Really? Why did I feel that the look in your eyes just now was a little strange, as if you were thinking about something rude." Hermione's eyes revealed strong suspicion.
"How could that be! Besides, we are so close to each other, how rude can it be?"
Zuo Si pulled the girl into his arms and tried to divert her attention by kissing her.
It has to be said that compared to him who was experienced in this area, Hermione was too naive. She was so teased that her face turned red and she completely forgot what she wanted to say.
Finally, it was the cry of the poison sac leopard beside her that made the girl suddenly come back to her senses. She quickly tidied up her messy clothes, hair and skirt, and said in a slightly embarrassed voice: "My parents want to invite you to spend Christmas Eve at home. Are you free?"
"You're going home?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Because the Grangers' income was definitely upper-middle class in that era, but their house was not very big.
According to the girl's own introduction, the first floor is basically the living room and kitchen, and the second floor, apart from the master bedroom, only has her room and a storage room full of sundries, and there is no guest room at all.
Zuo Si was a little confused. Where was the other party going to let him rest at night? Although staying up all night was as easy for him as eating and drinking, the Grangers certainly didn't know this.
Are British parents so open-minded that they allow their daughters to sleep in the same room with male classmates at this age? Hermione obviously noticed something from Zuo Si's expression, and immediately explained with a red face: "Don't think wrongly! My parents have cleaned up the utility room on the second floor, you can sleep next to me."
"Are there any surprises on Christmas Eve?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.
"What...what surprise do you want?" Hermione was obviously nervous and flustered.
Zuo Si smiled slightly and whispered something into the girl's ear.
moment!
The latter was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked Zuo Si, saying viciously: "Don't even think about it!"
Zuo Si was not angry, but smiled and spread his hands: "Then I have to decline Mr. and Mrs. Granger's kindness. How about you ask your parents to come to my house?"
"To your house?"
Hermione was stunned for a moment.
Because she didn't know where this so-called "home" was.
Is it the house in the Muggle community of London, or the property in the wizarding world.
"You haven't been to the house I bought in the forest yet, right? This is a good opportunity for us to go and take a look and get to know the way. Believe me, the scenery there is beautiful, and there are also attentive service from the house-elves." Zuo Si took the initiative to make an invitation.
"It sounds good. I'll tell Dad and Mom when I get back." Hermione was obviously tempted.
So far, she hadn't visited what a wizard's home actually looked like.
"In that case, it's settled. After Christmas Eve, when we send your parents home, I just happen to have some secrets to show you."
After saying that, Zuo Si kissed the girl on the forehead, then threw all the pieces of meat in the bucket to the now much grown venomous leopard cub.
After being fed by its owner, the little leopard immediately began to eat voraciously.
It had no idea that it would soon be given as a gift to a goddess and then transformed by divine power.
"secret?"
Hermione's eyes lit up slightly.
After all, ever since she realized that Zuo Si was most likely a human from another world, she has been looking forward to the moment when the truth is revealed.
"Yes! It's a secret. I hope you are mentally prepared. Because once you know this, there will be no turning back." Zuo Si raised his hand and gently smoothed the girl's long hair hanging by her ears.
But Hermione didn't care about these words that carried a warning meaning. Instead, she raised her chin and replied affectionately: "As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter even if this road leads to hell."
"I never knew that our top student also has some crazy qualities in her bones." Zuo Si teased with a smile.
"There's no other way! In order to be worthy of a lunatic like you, I have to turn myself into a crazy woman." Hermione blinked playfully.
After deciding how to spend Christmas Eve, the two quickly returned to their dormitories to pack their things and prepare to board the Hogwarts Express.
Just as Zuo Si walked into the Slytherin common room, he suddenly saw Gemma Farley blocking his way.
At this moment, the female class leader changed into casual clothes. Her black hair had obviously just been washed, and her face was even made up very delicately. She was holding a box in her hand, and it was obvious that she was going home for Christmas.
Out of curiosity, Zuo Si asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
"I want to talk to you alone. Are you free?" Gemma Farley stated her purpose straight away.
"I should still have some time before the Hogwarts Express leaves." Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer after a little thought.
Soon, led by Gemma Farley, the two walked into an empty female dormitory of Slytherin College.
After repeatedly confirming that no one was eavesdropping, the female class leader took off her coat to reveal a black dress with hollow lace underneath, and asked in a seductive tone: "What do you think of me?"
"you?"
Zuo Si looked her up and down with an appreciative eye, and then commented: "Her figure is quite curvy, and the combination of this dress and black stockings, as well as her rebellious and ambitious temperament, she would probably get 85 points out of 100."
"So, I'm quite attractive to you?" Gemma Farley smiled smugly.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Zuo Si raised his lips slightly.
Because he was so familiar with the scene before him.
As early as when he was an apprentice in the Mage Tower in the Floating City, similar temptations had happened again and again.
And almost every one of them is a vicious-hearted senior who is ambitious and wants to climb up the social ladder.
There was no doubt that the Slytherin female prefect in front of them was exuding the same aura as them.
The only difference is that Hogwarts at least has legal and moral constraints, and does not encourage apprentices to compete, murder, and eliminate each other.
Otherwise, the people from the other three houses would have died long ago, and only Slytherin House, which would do anything to achieve its goals, would be left.
"How about I be your subordinate and lover? Don't worry, I'm tight-lipped and good at keeping secrets. Hermione Granger will never find out. And..."
Gemma Farley suddenly bent down and whispered seductively into Zuo Si's ear: "I can give you the excitement and wildness that she can never show you."
"That sounds like a good idea. But the question is, what do you want from me?"
Zuo Si seemed to be completely unaffected. He turned his head and stared into the other person's black eyes and questioned.
Gemma Farley was obviously surprised that this junior student in front of her could remain calm, even indifferent, in such a situation.
You have to know that she had tried the same method on other boys before, and the results were that without exception, they would become like wild beasts in heat and lose their minds.
After a moment of silence, the female head teacher took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I hope to make a career of my own in the Ministry of Magic, so I need your support and help."
"You also want to be the Minister of Magic?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"That's right! Not only do I want to be the Minister of Magic, I also want to be the youngest and longest-serving Minister of Magic. And you will be my master, the real controller behind the wizarding world."
Gemma Farley knelt on one knee with an elegant gesture and kissed the magic ring on Zuo Si's finger.
This is a very symbolic move.
Throughout Europe, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, it means allegiance and obedience.
Zuo Si did not refuse the other party's action of kissing the ring, but said in a tone of slight appreciation: "I like your ambition and boldness. But whether you are worthy of all this, it will take time to prove. Do you know Umbridge? Go find her after graduation, and she will arrange a suitable position for you."
"Umbridge? She's yours!"
Gemma Farley raised her head sharply, her eyes sparkling with undisguised surprise and enthusiasm.
Because if this is true, it means that Zuo Si has already extended his hand into the Ministry of Magic and also controls a huge political force.
“My people?
No, no, no, I don't like such short-sighted idiots.
She is just a pawn.
If you behave well enough, I can always replace her with you.
But if your performance does not satisfy me, or if you feel you have grown strong enough and want to fly solo, I also don't mind replacing you with someone else.
After all, the British wizarding world is so dangerous that even if Voldemort and his Death Eaters suddenly return and kill one or two Ministers of Magic, it is not worth making a fuss..."
As he said this, Zuo Si raised his wand and gently stroked Gemma Farley's slender, white neck, then slowly moved down along her skin until it stopped at the position of her heart.
This kind of fear mixed with excitement, fanaticism and admiration made the ambitious female class leader feel unprecedented stimulation, and her whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
As a member of Slytherin House, she was naturally defenseless against this powerful, confident, evil-smelling opposite sex.
In a way, Gemma Farley is not fundamentally different from the crazy Bellatrix.
It's just that the latter has a more flamboyant personality, while the former is relatively calm and steady.
"It is the greatest honor of my life to meet you and serve you. I swear that I will never let you down, let alone betray you."
Gemma Farley let the wand rest against her heart without any resistance, but straightened her chest and showed her best side, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Unfortunately, Zuo Si did not take any further action. He took back his wand and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! I look forward to your performance. Now, you can go."
"Leave?" Gemma Farley was slightly stunned. "Don't you need my service?"
"No need! At least not now. Because when I don't want it, no one can force me, and when I want it, no one can refuse me. If one day I need your service, I will appear in front of you and give you the order. Before that, all you need to do is do your job well."
After saying this, Zuo Si left the empty girls' dormitory without looking back.
As for Gemma Farley, she stayed where she was. She looked as if she had just experienced a happy aftermath. Her face was filled with an expression of great satisfaction. She whispered in a voice that only she could hear clearly: "That's right! This is the master I expect to serve. Strong, calm, wise, and not one who will tolerate any doubt."
After about three or five minutes, she slowly stood up from the ground, put on her coat again, restored her usual cool temperament, and set out on the journey home carrying her suitcase.
After returning to his residence, Zuo Si was packing up his things while complaining, "I find that the wizards in this world, especially those who graduated from Slytherin College, have abnormal brain circuits. They always seem to want to find a backer and a master for themselves, and then engage in irrational personality cult."
"What's wrong with that? Isn't it convenient for you to make your move? I think that Gemma Farley is very good. She has ambition and ability, and she looks and has a good figure. She will be a good lover. After Umbridge is abandoned, she can perfectly replace the former and become one of your means of secretly controlling the world."
The diary expressed its opinion nonchalantly.
"Do you think I need a handle to control this world? The Well of Souls, the source of magic, is now in my pocket. As long as I solve the problem of time magic and retrieve the lost seal scroll, no one can stop me no matter what I want to do in this world." Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance.
The diary said with disdain: "Then why did you accept Gemma Farley's allegiance just now? Wouldn't it be better to just let her go?"
Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "No, you don't understand. If I don't accept the loyalty, Gemma Farley might defect to Voldemort in the future, or even become a sacrificial pawn. Even for the kindness she showed me in the first year, I will help her."
"So... you are doing this out of pity?" The diary asked with a hint of amusement in its tone.
"It's not really pity. After all, Gemma Farley's outstanding talents are there, and she will definitely be a capable woman in the future. Her development potential is comparable to that of Hermione, and perhaps she will come in handy someday. After all, there is never too much talent reserve. By the way, how do you think Talona will react if I give her the venomous leopard as a gift?" Zuo Si asked casually.
"Well - I think it would be ecstasy. After all, she has always been the one sending you things, and this is the first time you have given her something. Moreover, the venom sac leopard is very suitable as a symbol of the goddess of poison and disease. If it multiplies in Faerun, it will inevitably increase its influence and provide powerful support for its druid believers." The diary analyzed seriously.
Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement and continued to ask: "Do you think I can use this thing to exchange for a great druid from the goddess?"
"Archdruid? Oh my God! You don't mean to..."
The diary is in tune with its creator's mind and immediately senses what its owner is trying to do.
(End of this chapter)
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