Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Malfoy with no flaws and the ghost who doesn't do anything

Draco's memories were not difficult to read.

After the conflict between Weasley and Malfoy's house in Diagon Alley on August [-], Draco who returned home was angry, but felt powerless and helpless.

After all, the fist is the truth, this fist can be turned into power, or it can be said to become strength. When you meet someone who is stronger than you, many struggles are in vain.

But little Malfoy is a hardworking person, he hasn't been smoothed like old Malfoy, so he said to his mother: Mom, I want to study!

So when he came to the family library to read, he accidentally found a book left by an unknown generation of ancestors. That grandfather was also a lawless existence in Hogwarts. Fu sold his knowledge and passed it on.

At first glance, it seems that there is no problem, and it seems that there is no problem when you think about it seriously. As an ancient pure-blood family, what kind of people will not come out?
Generations of dark wizards in the Black family can raise a Sirius who belongs to Gryffindor, and it is not surprising that the Malfoy family has a prankster.

"Is your memory okay?"

"At least I haven't found any traces of modification for the time being."

After coming out of the Pensieve, Dumbledore frowned and thought, then slowly shook his head.

"It can only be said that he is very talented. After all, it is a spell left by the elders. Maybe Malfoy has this talent."

Ron spoke calmly, but he didn't really believe in his current judgment.

There are a total of twelve spells recorded there, each of which is a specialized and advanced spell similar to the ultimate armor body.

The incisors and clubs will easily rip through the skin, and if the caster so chooses, the overgrown lower teeth will tear the upper jaw, ripping half your face off.

The tarantella dance, which was originally just for people to dance, has been strengthened and turned into a vicious magic that bends the joints of the body to the limit, breaks the joints of the cursed person, and then wriggles strangely in a distorted form.

Although it seems that the effect is extremely inhuman, it should belong to the category of black magic, but because the injuries caused by this type of spell can be quickly healed by the magic potion, and will not leave permanent sequelae, in terms of judgment, this type of spell Magic isn't even dark magic at all.

But because of this, the difficulty of mastering these magics is definitely not a little high. Ron himself has learned the ultimate armor for a whole month. Although he took time to practice, he learned the twelve ways and the ultimate armor in a month Almost at the same level of difficulty as a spell
Malfoy wasn't acting that genius yet.

That's why Dumbledore frowned, and that's why Ron didn't believe it.

But they couldn't find anything modified or wrong in their memory, and they couldn't draw an accurate conclusion.

"That's the only way to go now."

"After all speculation without evidence does not convict a person."

"You've taught him a lesson, and I don't think Malfoy will continue to make trouble."

"I hope he will come." Ron shook his head helplessly. "But he must be smart. May Merlin bless you, and nothing unexpected will happen after this."

Just after Ron left the principal's office, Dumbledore came to the Pensieve again. He carefully read Draco Malfoy's memory again, but after all, he found nothing.

"Could it be you, Tom."

The old man sat back in his chair and fell into deep thought. After Ron directly killed Voldemort's remnant soul last year, the rays of light pointing in six directions in the sky and then disappearing had already made Dumbledore wary.

Maybe Ron's intuition was accurate, but the main reason why Dumbledore let him do what he did was because of his own vigilance.

Sometimes, it is much easier to deal with people alive than dead people. You can't judge from which Horcrux Voldemort will be resurrected, and you can't imagine what he will do after reappearing.

Whether he continued to lurk, or whether he fell into hysterical revenge with his rage, or whether he did something else, none of these can be known.

After all, after losing his humanity, Tom Riddle can no longer use human thinking to explore and guess his thoughts.

It was already night now, but there were still people in the Gryffindor lounge. When the people in the lounge were opened, their eyes all turned there.

A strong arm grabbed the edge of the doorway, and a stronger body squeezed through the opening.

"Are you all right?"

Harry stepped forward quickly, and then asked Ron in a low voice.

"I mean Malfoy's still alive?"

"Of course, I can't really kill him. I just asked a few questions. Snape and Dumbledore are both there. Even if I want to do it, I can't do anything."

After hearing Ron's answer, Harry let out a long sigh of relief. After all, the hatred that fool had drawn before was too steady, even Harry himself, he would not have the slightest thought of showing mercy.

"Okay, okay, let's all go back and rest. I have given Malfoy enough lessons. I gave him back the magic he wanted to use on me with a flashback spell. Although it won't kill him, it will definitely not Nice."

Ron coaxed Fred George Percy to tell them to get out of here. After he and Harry and Hermione were left in the lounge, Ron, who was sitting on the soft chair by the fireplace, leaned back , relaxed lazily.

"Ask, and answer all questions."

He knew that Harry had a lot of questions in his mind, and now that there was no one else, he asked them.

"I'm just wondering, why is Veritaserum used?"

"Because Malfoy has a secret, it's a pity that even Veritaserum Potion couldn't make him spit out the answer I wanted."

"big trouble?"

"Maybe, I don't have evidence, I'm just guessing. What if I tell you this is my intuition?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then nodded.

"It feels good to be believed, but since you believe it, then be careful, be more vigilant, and stay away from Malfoy after this."

"Professor Snape will warn him that he is not allowed to continue to use these magics. Although those are not black magic, the effects they cause are no easier to deal with than those evil spells."

"Even the floating spell can kill people, let alone the enhanced prank magic."

"Levitation spell?" Harry, who was a little disbelieving, showed a puzzled look.

"Mr. LeMay once told me that he taught a gifted student hundreds of years ago. He was born as a Muggle. When he was four years old, when a fire dragon attacked a Muggle village, he cried and manipulated the magic power to unscrew the dragon head. , at the age of ten, when he was attacked, he used the levitation spell to send a large number of wizards to the outer space of the earth."

"It's outrageous, right, I think it is, but what is there to think that the other party is rubbish, and then use it to clean up and treat people as ashes directly? Magic is not scientific in the first place, and it is said that miracles are done vigorously. That's our magic."

"Mr. LeMay is afraid that something big will happen after he learns powerful magic, but it is a pity that as long as it is magic, it doesn't even need magic. With pure magic power, some people can do jaw-dropping things." Horrible thing."

"Malfoy won't be that scary, but after all, his brain and hands are on him. Whether he will use it in the future is anyone's guess. If I really get hit, I probably will feel uncomfortable, but the premise is He hit it."

"Go and rest, it's getting late, and you have class tomorrow."

Ron patted his butt and got up. After watching Hermione go up the stairs of the girls' lounge, he and Harry also returned to the dormitory.

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September passed quickly, and except for the accident that occurred on the weekend of the first week, this month can be described as almost calm.

The one constant was Lockhart's uninteresting performance, which turned almost every class into a botched stage play.

There is no music, no scenery, only one or several unlucky children who are called to the stage, and then accompany Lohata to play the scene to restore the house.

The attitudes of the students toward him began to polarize. Some wise students naturally chose to ignore Loha's courses. Isn't the D·A club popular?
Aren't those interesting knowledge and practices fragrant?
From the water goblin salamander, and then to the bear goblin horse-headed monster, these magical creatures that you can often meet in the wild and always want to make you trouble come on stage in turn. Every professor has more or less contacted some of these strange creatures Quirky stuff, and after they get together, the richness and variety they put together is almost dizzying.

The twice-a-week DA gathering almost taught these young wizards knowledge that they could not learn in two years. Quirrell, who only reads books, and Lockhart, who does not teach at all, are simply misleading their children. Learn from them. Can't learn anything.

Even if Dumbledore said what Ron saw in his previous life: You can learn a lot from a bad teacher about what not to do and what not to be.

The little wizards who have already tasted the sweetness will definitely say: People are living well, why eat shit, and then tell themselves that eating shit is wrong, it is disgusting, and you can't eat it.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't say anything, otherwise the title of old fool would have been stuck on his head, and it would not be safe until now.

Others, on the other hand, are the exact opposite of these sensible students.

On the stage without special effects, they watched Lockhart perform the "werewolf" with his bare hands, and then use the transformation magic to turn the werewolf back into a human again, and then never relapse into a wolf.
Fans who are full of Giegie's greatness and strength become more admiring of him. Brainless fans don't need to think too much about things, after all, if they have it.

And when October came, Malfoy, who was acting more and more low-key, lost the arrogance before. He even gave up his broom, the position of Nimbus 2001 and the Chaser.

Whether in class or elsewhere, as long as there is Ron, he can't wait to let himself disappear on the spot. This kind of embarrassment of walking around every few hundred meters makes people gradually forget his identity. exist.

Especially when the other students in Slytherin confirmed that Malfoy was still the same as outside even after returning to the common room, even Ron began to wonder if his judgment was wrong. The pale cheeks without a trace of blood speak of powerlessness everywhere.

Learned magic and then started to expand and be arrogant, and after realizing the reality, he was cowardly. This kind of iconic Malfoy family's ancestral style of bullying and fearing the hard, and being extremely aware of current affairs really can't find any loopholes.

Even when they met at a corner, Malfoy, who was so scared that he ran around like a headless chicken, stepped on Mrs. Norris's tail. After knocking Filch away, he actually hid in Filch's office , locked the door from the inside, and Filch was so angry that he cursed at the door for half an hour, and even threatened to hang him.

Ron, who watched the whole farce with Harry's Invisibility Cloak, finally only saw the terrified Malfoy being taken back lightly by Snape who happened to pass by.

"Maybe it really isn't him?"

Ron, who muttered softly, was in a mess. After he messed up the original main line, the advantage brought by foresight was cut off by eight points, but Ron didn't intend to follow the main line. , after all, I still have my uncle, what is the uncle's injustice?

Voldemort really came out, so he almost got out of the Liushen costume, and a curry stick sent the noseless old bastard to hell to play cards.

Dark wizards and demons probably share a common language, right?

While walking distractedly, Ron, who was suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water, shook his body viciously, but at this moment, a scream of excitement resounded instantly.

"Ow!!!"

Nearly Headless Nick. No, it was Sir Nicholas who jumped up to the ceiling in an instant, and then he pulled his head out of the stone, but the strength he used seemed to be a bit too strong, and his head dangled on the ceiling. neck.

"Sir Nicholas, what is the matter with you?"

Ron, who couldn't figure it out, asked in surprise, when can ghosts be scared by people?
Shouldn't it be the other way around, ghosts are scary?
"Sorry kid."

Sir Nicholas's head hung from his neck opened his mouth apologetically, and grabbed his own head to snap it right.

"I just"

He moved closer to Ron.

"Can I touch you again baby?"

There was a hint of anxiety on his face. After seeing Ron's puzzled gaze, Sir Nicholas quickly explained:

"You know, child, I've died and turned into a ghost. This is not actually a kind of... enviable, or something that makes us feel happy."

"We couldn't smell, we couldn't taste the food, we couldn't touch anything."

"Sometimes we even envy Peeves. His existence is very special, so he can switch between ghosts and certain unique forms. I think you should know better than me."

Sir Nicholas showed a smiling face: "Every time we see Peeves being beaten, we are actually very happy, after all, he is always causing trouble."

As he spoke, the smile on his face disappeared.

"It's not just the sense of taste, smell, and touch. After becoming a ghost, I haven't felt any feeling other than emptiness for hundreds of years."

"But just now!" Sir Nicholas dangled excitedly in front of Ron.

"I felt pain just now?"

"Maybe it's something else, but it must be something wonderful, fantastic, and dreamy that I haven't encountered in hundreds of years"

His eyes blurred.
Even the body trembled a little.

He swallowed the non-existent saliva, then stared at Ron with burning eyes.

"Can I touch you again kid? I know it doesn't feel good to be passed by a ghost. Very bad"

"But I want to touch it again and hope it's not my hallucination."

"If ghosts can hallucinate."

Seeing Nick's sincere expression, Ron nodded. He kept thinking about what was wrong with him, and he could still make a ghost that had been dead for hundreds of years 'cool'?
Although the wording is a bit problematic, that's what Ron heard in the words.

He stretched out his hand, and then reached out and 'probe' into his body in Nick's expectant eyes. The feeling of being soaked in ice water was not pleasant, although Ron was quite resistant to freezing, and it really made him take off his clothes Running naked in the snow is a bit cold, but it is limited to the cold. There will be no cold or cold at all. After all, he is a man who has grown into a bear. He is almost out of the shape of an orangutan now.

But the physical cold resistance is full, and the magic cold resistance.
Forget it, an F-level anti-magic resistance will not have anything special at all except for blocking a small magic spell with little power
"Um???"

Suddenly, Ron finally understood the truth. Could it be that after the resistance to magic power was raised to A or S, he could directly tear the ghost with his bare hands?

When I saw Nick moving in and out on his arm with a stimulating and comfortable face
The dark-faced Ron retracted his almost frozen arms.

There was no way to see the blush on the ghost's pale, bloodless face, but with the way Nick was enjoying himself, Ron thought it was pretty much the same.
"Nick, Nick" Ron called twice but it didn't bring him back.

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington!"

"Oh oh oh, here it is!"

Suddenly regaining his senses, Nick shook his head and nodded again and again. He grabbed his ears to keep him from hanging by his collar again.

"What's wrong with you?"

"A little bit! Although only a little bit!"

Nick, who suddenly became extremely excited, was almost dancing and dancing. He shook his head frighteningly, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped.

"Merlin bless you!"

"I thought it was the worst thing ever to receive a letter of rejection from Headless Hunter on the 500th anniversary of my death! I thought today would be my worst day ever!"

"But obviously not!"

"I actually felt it!"

"Even if it's only a little bit!"

He made a very very very small gesture with his fingers.

"But this is definitely the most exciting day since I died!"

"I have a feeling!"

A dreamlike expression appeared on his face again.

"It's sort of like um... the amazing afternoons I spend with my good friends when I'm alive."

"I still remember the day, it was a."

"So there seems to be something wrong with his size?"

"wrong!"

"Stop talking! Stop, stop, stop!!! If you continue to talk, you will be beep~beep~beep~!"

Ron, whose face turned black and looked like a chief, interrupted Nick quickly, and could only say that he deserved to be a corrupt country?Great England has its own national conditions?

"I am sorry."

Nick saluted Ron, elegantly like a gentleman (bian) gentleman (tai).

"But I have one more thing I don't know Ron if you can"

"No."

Ron decisively rejected Nick's request, which would definitely be outrageous.

Who would have thought that a person who can stand on a fist, walk a horse on his arm, and can't open a bottle cap after a chrysanthemum blooms? Anyway, he is a pure man, a real man, would be tricked by a ghost who has been dead for 500 years.

Ron, who was in and out for a long time, always felt that his hands were dirty and could not be used.
Are you saying that this is something people do?

Although ghosts are not human beings, at least they used to be human beings!

What about ethics?When you die, it will be settled. As the saying goes, the father pays the debt!

"Oh no."

Nick, who was depressed in an instant, almost shed a few tears, and he pitifully stood in front of Ron.

"I just got rejected by Headless Hunter."

Nick shook the letter paper in his hand and stared at Ron with extremely sad eyes.

"They dislike my head for not being completely separated from my head! But I hope this thing can be done cleanly and neatly more than anyone else, and I hope my head can be completely severed"

"That would save me a lot of pain and being made fun of."

"I got 44 blows with a blunt ax, and the bad executioner didn't completely decapitate me"

"You know, as ghosts, we're still alive, but we've lost most of the fun, and I've lost the only thing I've ever had fun doing—joining the Headless Hunt."

"So...please Ron! Please kid!"

"Come to my 500th anniversary party on Halloween?"

Nick kept blinking.

"Your arrival is definitely the greatest honor to me, and it can even be said to be the most exciting to me in my 500 years."

"Although it's a bit offensive, please forgive me, I mean, this is the best gift."

"There is nothing better than this!"

"But it's not good for me at all. You dead people. No, I mean is the ghost dinner party a human can go to?"

"People are like iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. I am growing tall. This is a huge loss."

"Is there another saying?" Nick scratched his neck when he heard this for the first time. He looked at Ron's height. Ron, who is about 1.7 meters tall, doesn't look very short, does he?He is almost a head taller than his peers.

Although it looks solid because of its horizontal length, it is not like that.

"I promise, I will prepare something you can eat, and I swear I will never treat you badly! Trust me!"

Nick patted his chest to reassure, that shaking head did not give Ron much peace of mind.

"Then when should I go and see?"

"I'll go to the Halloween party first, fill my stomach and then go."

"Yes! Absolutely! I can delay the start time a bit! Anyway, I have been dead for more than 500 years, so I have a lot of time."

"Then it's settled!"

Nick happily swayed his head through the wall, leaving Ron with a confused and regretful expression.

"Why do I always have a bad feeling?"

　I came back too late today, I don’t know if I can finish writing the following 4K. If it doesn’t work, I will make it up tomorrow, and I don’t need to go out tomorrow
　　
　
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