This sounds ridiculous.

But the facts are here.

Although Gryffindor didn't talk about their bloodline every day like Slytherin did, there were still many pure-bloods in the Gryffindors. This group of people who had been the most at ease immediately became as panicked as Neville.

Most people's courage comes from recklessness.

They picked up paper and pen and began to write letters home, just like the other half-blood and ordinary-family little wizards.

The crowd dispersed, and the house-elf disappeared when he saw Harry waving his hand.

"Why would he attack a pure-blood?" Hermione frowned, a little confused, "Won't this just make things worse?"

"He just wants to make a big fuss." Harry confirmed Hermione's guess.

Ron suddenly thought of something and jerked his head back. Harry grabbed him by the collar and he didn't fall down. He didn't bother to sit up straight again, but just kept this posture and lowered his voice in panic, "Is it directed at Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione opened her mouth, unable to suppress her surprise. When Ron climbed back onto the stool, before he could tell her what happened that night, her eyes became even more surprised. "He wants to kick Professor Dumbledore out of the castle?"

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise: "How...how do you know, Harry, did you tell her?"

"Is this hard to imagine?" Hermione frowned. "But he was able to contact people outside and create such a big momentum?"

Harry shook his head: "There is no need to contact anyone outside. He knows very well that as long as he does this, someone will surely stand up and push Dumbledore down."

"How is that possible? He is the greatest white wizard." Hermione's face twisted.

"The Malfoys are the directors of Hogwarts." Ron said in a heavy tone.

Hermione was stunned.

"Great people often make the most enemies," Harry added.

Hermione rubbed her face: "But Professor Dumbledore is going to be kicked out, what should we do?"

"Malfoy might step up and resolve this matter." Ron frowned and raised a very reasonable guess in a heavier tone, "Then replace Professor Dumbledore and become the new headmaster?"

When I think of that scene - at the annual opening banquet, Lucius Malfoy welcomes the new students with his dead face.

He shuddered and shuddered.

It was enough that Hogwarts had one Snape.

"Tom doesn't look like the kind of person who would risk his life for others." Harry shook his head.

Ron gritted his teeth and said, "After Malfoy takes control of the castle, he will definitely turn this place into a training base for dark wizards and train a group of minions of the mysterious man."

"Of course the mysterious person would be happy to facilitate this."

Harry hesitated and shook his head again: "Maybe you're right."

This matter, like a fog, shrouded his mind.

There are several doubts that have never been clarified.

I couldn't understand why Voldemort did this. When he was in the first year, it was not so easy for him to recover his strength. He had to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns and bear the pain of the curse.

Besides, if he just wanted to recover his strength, wouldn't it be better to stay outside of Hogwarts? For the Dark Lord, the farther away from Dumbledore, the safer he would be.

Could it be true, as Ron guessed, that Voldemort risked his own life for Malfoy?

Then I have to discuss with the Sorting Hat what kind of song I should write to sing the praises of the great relationship between the two of them.

Ron talked incessantly about the dark history of the Malfoy family.

A silver cat quietly sneaked in and landed in front of Harry. It was McGonagall's voice: "Harry, come to the headmaster's office. The password is 'Cauldron Cake'. Be careful on the way."

No one noticed what was happening here.

After the guardian angel finished delivering his message, he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"You're asked to go to the office now?" Hermione lowered her voice in surprise, "But an attack just happened!"

"It must be something important." Harry took a deep breath, "I'll go first. If anyone asks..."

"You're sleeping." Ron nodded in agreement, "I'll talk to Seamus, Neville and the others."

Harry walked towards the dormitory, put on the invisibility cloak as soon as he entered the door, then turned around and ran towards the headmaster's office.

There are three people in the office.

Besides McGonagall, there is Snape.

"Harry, you're here at last." Dumbledore waved at him.

"Didn't find Tom again?" Harry asked calmly.

"It's very likely that he's with Lockhart." Dumbledore nodded, motioned for him to sit down, and poured him a glass of milk. "You should have noticed it too?"

Harry picked up the cup. "Although it's very weak, the magic power has indeed increased a little. Last time he couldn't even detect my spell."

"Last time?" Mag exclaimed, "What last time?"

"Harry, when did you beat up Lockhart?"

She thought Harry would be more well-behaved this term.

After all, he fell into the trap after school started, and the tutoring and training six nights a week took up too much of his time.

But things never go as planned.

In the first half of the school year, she quietly broke into the Slytherin common room at night and stole the portrait - but it happened to be when a student was attacked and it was related to the Gryffindor trial, so she couldn't say anything.

Now I hear such news, casting a spell on Lockhart?

Again, silently.

"It was before school started, in Diagon Alley," Harry answered honestly. "He wanted to borrow my fame and didn't intend to pay me. I couldn't help but shoot him."

"Harry, misusing spells..." Dumbledore was about to lecture him.

"It was just that his energy got so low that he fell and made a fool of himself in front of everyone," Harry interrupted.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Well, let's not talk about this. I just went to Lockhart's office again and used some not-so-glorious tricks..."

"Dark Arts?" Harry interrupted.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, some dark magic about the soul. I observed Lockhart's tainted soul."

"But Voldemort's thing has still not been found."

"You are a white wizard." Harry said expressionlessly, "He is the Dark Lord. In terms of his attainments in dark magic..."

Snape sneered: "Mr. Potter, you don't have to be so naive."

"Albus's level of dark magic isn't necessarily much lower than the Dark Lord's."

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Severus, thank you for your trust, but Voldemort's level of dark magic is much higher than mine, and his knowledge of the dark arts is far greater than mine."

"I don't know how he hid himself. Maybe if I give him some time and look up some more information, I can find it."

“But there’s no time.”

At this point, Dumbledore paused and looked at Harry: "After I leave, you will be Voldemort's target."

"The Ministry of Magic will send Aurors, led by Kingsley. He is someone you can trust."

"You can also trust Severus completely, he will help you."

Harry nodded.

He didn't ask Dumbledore why he was putting this matter on him again.

There is no doubt that without his biggest concern, Voldemort will regain some strength and will definitely attack himself.

Dumbledore was about to say something else when there was a rude knock on the office door. He waved his wand to open the door, and a fat man in a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie rushed into the office impatiently.

He took a few steps forward aggressively.

He began to slow down when he reached the middle of the room, and when he reached Dumbledore, his steps softened completely.

"Albus, I didn't expect to meet you at this time." The fat man spoke, his tone sounding forced and strong.