A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry believed that the noise would spread to the surrounding rooms... call the police - oh no, call the Aurors, he thought desperately... whoever it was... no matter what...

Riddle raised his wand, and the tortured Lucius lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Get up, Lucius." Riddle said softly, "Stand up. You beg me for forgiveness? I will not forgive. I will not forget. 11 long years... I want you to pay off the debt of 11 years, and then Only then will I forgive you.”

He looked down at the woman next to Lucius, "My cunning friend, you have always attached great importance to family, right? The fine tradition of the Malfoy family."

Harry couldn't help but gasp and almost scream.

Malfoy!

The man on the ground is Lucius Malfoy?

Draco Malfoy's dad?

"I heard that you have not given up your past behavior, even though you put on a sanctimonious face in front of the world. I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, right? But you never went to find me, Lucius...I I’m disappointed, I’m really disappointed, I thought the son of Abraxas was very trustworthy… If you spent your energy on finding and helping your master, I think I could probably come back earlier.”

"Master, I have always been very careful." Lucius's voice trembled from the carpet, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will rush to your side immediately, and nothing will stop me. If you can’t stop me——”

"But you put the diary I gave you into Hogwarts. You must know that I asked you to keep it well." Riddle said lazily - Lucius suddenly shut up, " Yes, I know that, Lucius... you have disappointed me... I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

Riddle nodded and said softly, "You must have seen that I have come back, younger and stronger. We have unlimited possibilities, as long as you can follow your master."

"Of course, of course." Narcissa Malfoy quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Riddle's eyes.

After a period of silence, Lucius struggled to get up from the ground. He knelt on one knee and said with a trembling voice: "Master, we are eager to know...please tell us...how you completed this ...This miracle...comes back to us..."

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius," Riddle said. "The beginning of the story - and the end - are all related to a very interesting man." He snapped his fingers lazily, "But Don’t worry, I’ll teach you this, just like I did before.”

"Thank you, Master." Lucius' voice was filled with excitement, which seemed to make his pain subside a lot.His and Narcissa's hands were clasped tightly together.

Riddle smiled lightly.

"Then, it's time to gather our companions." Riddle sneered, "Stretch out your arms."

Lucius rolled up the sleeve on his left arm, revealing a bright red tattoo pattern on his forearm - Harry had never seen it before, but just seeing that pattern made him frightened - it was the mouth of a skull spit out a snake.

Riddle studied it carefully, paying no attention to the Malfoys.

"I'm back," he said softly, "Everyone will notice it... now, we'll see... we'll know..."

He pressed his long fingers on Lucius' arm.

The scar on Harry's forehead hurt again, as if every nerve in his body was on fire.He shouted out...

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He fell on the grass in front of the castle, covering his face with his hands. The scar was already burning with pain, making him cry in pain.

The pain is real.

Ron and Hermione knelt beside him, looking horrified.

"Are you all right?" Ron said.

"Of course something is wrong with him," Hermione glared at Ron, "What happened? Harry, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Harry panicked. He sat on the grass and felt himself shaking again. He couldn't help but look around, "It's just that the scar hurts again."

"You should seek some professional help." Hermione pursed her lips, looking as serious as Professor McGonagall.

"I'll go to the infirmary," Harry said. "It's just a headache. Maybe it's because I've been under too much stress recently."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other with uneasy looks on their faces.

"I think maybe you should ask Dumbledore, he definitely knows why." Ron said worriedly. He and Hermione were really frightened just now.

"I will go." Harry said, but he was completely unsure. Dumbledore was a great wizard. Would he really care about a little wizard's headache?

Will you be considered a lunatic?

This kind of thing must have never happened in the magic world, right?

There was a hallucination, and they were two complete strangers.

"I will tell Professor Snape that you can miss a class first, and you'd better go to Principal Dumbledore immediately, or I will take you to see Professor Rumple." Hermione said seriously, "Of course. If you don't want to, I will tell Professor Lumpo about this."

"I just have a headache," Harry looked at Hermione in confusion, "It's not a big deal, why should I tell them?"

"Because I understand a truth. There must be danger behind everything that looks suspicious in the wizarding world. You can't pass out like this every time you have a headache, right?" Hermione said quickly, "Maybe I should go to the library. See if there are any books about the post-traumatic sequelae of curses, maybe this will be helpful to you."

"I think I just need to go to the infirmary and sleep for a night and everything will be fine." Harry still refused.

"Then I'll tell Professor Rumplestiltskin," Hermione said seriously.

"This is my own business." Harry said angrily. He didn't understand why this matter had to be brought to the professor, but he was also vaguely worried. This was not the first time he had suffered this kind of pain.The scar also hurt on the first night at Hogwarts.

This has never happened in the past 12 years.

He stood up stubbornly, even though he was still staggering a little, but he still limped towards the castle.

then……

As expected, the three of them were late.

Snape punished them for telling them the key points of making the shrink potion in the previous lesson, even though this was something that only third years should learn.

By the way, each of them was deducted five points.

"Snape looks like he's in a bad mood," Ron muttered quietly.