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 Bludger 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.

毕竟在这个世界上，他是第一个敢当面评价伏地魔是个胆小鬼加废物的人。

甚至就连去上制作魔法卷轴选修课的学生也因此而数量暴涨，几乎每次都坐得满当当，与斯内普暂代且死气沉沉的黑魔法防御课形成了鲜明对比。

至于可怜的吉德罗·洛哈特，虽然没有被伏地魔的魂器——日记本完全吸干而死掉，但身体由于长期受到黑魔法的侵蚀而变得无比虚弱，眼下正躺在圣芒戈魔法伤病医院的病床上昏迷不醒。

按照主治医师的说法，他这辈子极有可能再也醒不过来了。

当然，也多亏了洛哈特的贡献，左思已经彻底掌握了制造魂器的方法，以及其背后所蕴含的复杂原理。

就这样在一片和平安宁中，圣诞节如期而至。

由于魂器已经提前被解决掉，蛇怪也不知道被伏地魔藏到了什么地方，所以学校里的气氛跟以前并没有什么两样。

大部分学生都报名要回家，打算跟自己的父母和亲人一起度过。

就连原本想要留校的哈利，也被斯内普用半胁迫的手段禁止在留校名单上签字。

唯一让左思感到比较遗憾的是，没有了原剧情里的蛇怪袭击，赫敏自然也就不会调配复方汤剂，然后变成那个可爱的猫女形态。

对于福瑞控来说，这可比正常人类形态更能让他感到莫名兴奋。

也许……

自己可以故意制造一次意外，与变成半猫半人形态的女孩进行一些零距离的互动？ “喂！索斯！你在想什么呢？”

伴随着少女的叫喊声，左思很快从美妙的幻想中回过神来，立刻心虚的回应道：“不，没什么，我只是在考虑圣诞假期怎么过。”

“真的？我怎么觉得你刚才的眼神与点怪，好像在想什么失礼的事情。”赫敏眼神中透露出强烈的怀疑。

“怎么会！更何况，我们之间都如此亲密了，就算失礼又能失礼到哪去呢？”

左思一把将少女拉近怀里，试图通过亲吻来转移其注意力。

不得不说，与在这方面经验丰富的他来说，赫敏实在是太过于稚嫩，三两下的功夫便被挑逗的面红耳赤，完全忘记了自己刚才想要说什么。

最后还是一旁毒囊豹发出的叫声，让少女猛然间回过神来，迅速整理了一下凌乱不整的衣衫、头发和裙子，用略显扭捏的声音说道：“我的父母想要邀请你到家里一起过平安夜，你有空吗？”

“你去家？”左思惊讶的挑起眉毛。

因为格兰杰夫妇在这个时代收入绝对算得上是中上阶层，但家里的房子却并不算大。

根据女孩自己的介绍，一楼基本是客厅和厨房，二楼除了主卧之外只有她的房间和一个堆满了杂物的储存间，根本没有什么客房。

左思有点不理解，对方这是打算让自己晚上在什么地方休息？ 虽然一晚上不睡觉对他来说简直就跟吃饭喝水一样容易，可格兰杰夫妇肯定不知道这一点。

难道英国父母思想都这么开放，居然允许自己女儿在这种年纪就跟男性同学睡在一个房间？ 赫敏显然从左思的表情中察觉到了什么，立刻红着脸解释道：“别想歪了！我的父母已经把二楼的杂物间收拾出来了，你可以睡在我隔壁。”

“平安夜晚上有惊喜吗？”左思似笑非笑的问道。

“你……你想要什么惊喜？”赫敏明显有些紧张和慌乱。

左思微微一笑，贴在少女耳边低语了一句。

瞬间！

后者恼羞成怒的抬起腿踢了左思一脚，恶狠狠的说道：“休想！”

左思也不生气，而是笑着摊了摊手：“那我就不得不谢绝格兰杰先生和夫人的好意了。不如这样，你让你的父母来我家如何？”

“去你家？”

赫敏瞬间愣住了。

因为她不知道这个所谓的“家”究竟指哪里。

是在伦敦麻瓜社区的那栋房子，还是在魔法界的房产。

“你还没有去过我在森林里购买的那栋房子吧？正好借这个机会一起去看看，顺便认识一下路。相信我，那里的风景美极了，而且还有家养小精灵的贴心服侍。”左思主动发出了邀请。

“听起来好像不错。等我回去之后跟爸爸和妈妈说一声。”赫敏显然心动了。

到目前为止，她还没有参观过巫师的家究竟是什么样子。

“既然如此就这么定下了。等过完平安夜，送你父母回家之后，我正好还有一些秘密要向你展示。”

说罢，左思在少女的额头上亲吻了一下，然后把桶里的肉块一股脑扔给已经长大不少的毒囊豹幼崽。

小豹子在得到主人投喂后，立刻狼吞虎咽的吃了起来。

它根本不知道，自己很快就会被作为礼物先给某位女神，然后接受神力的改造。

“秘密？”

赫敏两眼微微放光。

毕竟自从察觉到左思极有可能是来自异世界的人类后，她就一直期待着真相揭晓的那一刻。

“是啊！秘密。我希望你做好心理准备。因为一旦知晓这些，你就再也没有回头路了。”左思抬起手轻轻帮捋了捋女孩耳边垂下来的长发。

可赫敏对于这种带有警告意味的话丝毫不在意，反倒是扬起下巴深情的回答道：“只要能跟你在一起，哪怕这条道路通往的是地狱也无所谓。”

“看不出，我们的优等生小姐，骨子里也透露着某种疯狂的特质呢。”左思笑着调侃道。

“没办法！为了能配上你这个疯子，我也只好把自己变成一个疯狂的女人了。”赫敏俏皮的眨了眨眼睛。

敲定了平安夜如何度过，两人很快便各自返回寝室收拾东西，准备去登上霍格沃茨特快。

就在左思刚刚走进斯莱特林公共休息室的时候，突然看到杰玛·法利拦住了自己的去路。

此时此刻，这位女级长换上了一套便服，黑色的头发明显刚刚洗过，脸上甚至画了非常精致的容装，手里还提着一个箱子，明显也是要回家过圣诞节。

出于好奇，左思低声问了一句：“有事？”

“我想和你单独谈谈，有空吗？”杰玛·法利开门见山的表明了来意。

“在霍格沃茨特快出发之前，我应该还有点时间。”左思稍加思索后给出了肯定的答复。

很快，在杰玛·法利的带领下，两人走进了一件斯莱特林学院空着的女寝室。

反复确认周围没有人偷听之后，这位女级长直接脱掉外衣露出了里边带有镂空蕾丝花边的黑色礼服，用一中充满诱惑的语气问：“你觉得我怎么样？”

“你？”

左思用鉴赏的眼光上下打量了一番，紧跟着评价道：“身材还算凹凸有致，加上这件衣服和黑色丝袜的搭配，以及那种桀骜不驯与野心勃勃的气质，百分制的话勉强可以八十五分吧。”

“也就是说，我对你还算有吸引力咯？”杰玛·法利露出了得意的笑容。

“你究竟想要干什么？”左思微微敲起了嘴角。

因为眼前这一幕他实在是太熟悉了。

早在浮空城法师塔当学徒的时候，像类似的诱惑就一而再、再而三的上演。

而且基本有一个算一个，都是心肠歹毒且野心勃勃想要往上爬的学姐们。

毫无疑问，眼前这位斯莱特林学院的女级长正散发出跟她们一模一样的气息。

唯一不同的地方就在于，霍格沃茨好歹还有法律和道德的制约，没有出现鼓励学徒相互之间竞争、谋杀和淘汰的情况。

不然的话，估计其他三个学院的人早就死光了，最后只会剩下为达目的不择手段的斯莱特林学院。

“我来做你的下属和情人如何？别担心，我的嘴巴很严、也很擅长保守秘密，绝对不会被赫敏·格兰杰发现。而且……”

杰玛·法利突然弯下腰贴在左思耳边低声诱惑道：“我能给你她永远无法展现的刺激与狂野。”

“听起来好像很不错的样子。但问题是，你想要从我这里得到什么呢？”

左思仿佛完全没有受到影响一样，侧过头盯着对方那双黑色的眼睛质问道。

杰玛·法利显然很惊讶眼前这个低年级的学弟居然能在这种情况下依旧保持冷静，甚至可以说是冷漠。

要知道她曾经尝试着用同样的方法在其他男生身上尝试过，结果对方无一例外都会变得像发情的野兽一样失去理智。

沉默了片刻，女级长深吸了一口气，郑重其事的说道：“我希望能在魔法部里干出一番属于自己的事业，所以需要你的支持和帮助。”

“你也想做魔法部长？”左思惊讶的挑起了眉毛。

"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)