HP: Let professors walk towards the light

The boundless darkness was shrouded by a few small candlelights. In the gray room, one could vaguely see hanging spider webs. The air was filled with the smell of decay, but it was hard to tell what rotten thing was emitting it. It was filled with the unknown.

"Master, how do you feel about this body?"

It was little Barty. He appeared here with something like a cloth bag in his arms. He placed it on a sofa very carefully and even cast a cleaning spell on it before that.

"Of course it's not good, it's not great, but this is the most suitable container we can find, isn't it?"

A very sharp and piercing sound came from inside the cloth, and an indescribable feeling came like needles pricking my back.

"It's my fault, Master. I didn't do enough to satisfy you. You've suffered too much."

Little Barty gently lifted the soft cloth, revealing what was inside.

It was a, I'm afraid, looking like a human baby, or perhaps it should be said that it was more like a combination of a human and a snake, something that theoretically could not possibly exist.

As pale as a corpse, with bare skin, no, it looked like it was covered with snake scales because it shone in the candlelight, and the face that looked like a flat venomous snake and had evil red eyes was a terrible combination, which was terrifying.

"No, you did very well my child. I saw that you delivered your loyalty to me. I saw it clearly. Don't blame yourself. You are the only one who found me."

Such a voice and appearance can only remind people of Voldemort.

"I should do this. Please tell me what to do."

Little Barty bent his knees, placed his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and lowered his head respectfully.

In fact, he was very excited. He had been searching for a long time, but just as Voldemort said, he was the only one who found him. Unlike those ants in the Quidditch World Cup who only knew how to abuse Voldemort's reputation, for little Barty, Voldemort was not only a master who could drive him, but also his hope, his real father, and the confidence that gave him the chance to say goodbye to the whole world.

Of course, he could also give up everything and risk his life.

"Do you remember what I said?"

"You mean those two, but..."

"That's right. This is not something that can be solved by just a little trouble from them. I want to make every one of them suffer a fate worse than death."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes glowed in the candlelight, filled with murderous intent.

"Go find McNeill and ask him to help you. That guy has been in the Ministry of Magic for so long that he really thinks he is one of them. He even almost forgot his own airport."

"Don't worry, I will make him remember it."

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Slytherin common room.

"There aren't many good freshmen this year. Is the level of wizards so bad now?"

Blaise was holding a piece of parchment with the list of freshmen for this year.

"After all, there are not many children in this generation of pure-blood families."

Theodore was reading a book and just rolled his eyes and replied.

"Tsk, I thought I'd see some capable guys." Bryce put down the list with a lack of interest.

There was the sound of a stone door moving at the entrance, and Draco walked in, followed by a few familiar-looking Slytherin students.

"Here, Draco."

Blaise just happened to see and waved. Draco nodded, then said a few words to the people around him. He was too far away to hear clearly.

"School has just started, what is this for?"

Blaise asked curiously when he saw Draco finally come over and sit among them.

"He is Bardock, a new student this year. The education of the Bardock family is mostly based on practical combat. I think Slytherin will still not lose in the Duel Club this year."

"Oh, that's really worth waiting for. We were just discussing the strength of this year's freshmen."

Brace played with the silver ring on his finger and leaned back in his chair, looking very noble.

"Did you hear what was said at the party tonight?" he said.

"Anyone with ears would have heard it, idiot." Daphne gave Blaise a reproachful look as he asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"Guys, where are Crabbe and Goyle?"

Pansy looked around and then asked the boys.

"The two of them are still eating and drinking in the restaurant, leave them alone."

Lena suddenly appeared behind Pansy, scaring her, then smiled and sat next to Pansy.

"Why bother with those two greedy idiots? Back to the topic, I mean the Triwizard Tournament in October, that's a good opportunity to make friends, isn't it, Miss Pansy?" Blaise said.

"Shut up, Zabini."

Well, Bryce successfully received the cold stares from the two girls, but he didn't care.

"By the way, tomorrow's class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it seems that the new professor is absent today?"

Millicent was flipping through a book very elegantly and calmly. Of course, if you ignore the cloyingly sweet pink bubbles on the cover, she liked this kind of thing very much. She also knew a lot of college gossip. Of course, she was also a straightforward person. If the new professor was still just superficially bright like the previous Lockhart, she wouldn't mind writing another letter of complaint.

"It's okay. I think at least he won't miss our classes. I always feel that Mr. Green gives me a very close feeling. Maybe he will be better than Lupin."

After all, he was sent by the previous Dark Lord. However, recalling Seth Green's appearance, Reina's words were not just a casual remark.

Outside the glass window, one can still see the moonlight shining through the Black Lake, twinkling on and off. It looks like today will be a fairly clear night.

The silver-black owl flapped its wings and knocked on a window on the eighth floor of Hogwarts with its claws.

"Oh, you have guests this late?"

Dumbledore, wearing a yellow robe and a pink hat, was holding a steaming glass of thick milk, and seemed to be planning to drink it and go to sleep.

He put down the cup, put on the half-moon glasses on the table again, walked to the window, and found this owl that matched the moonlit night perfectly, with a letter in its mouth.

"It's you again. You're still working so late. Thank you for your hard work."

This was not the first time this owl had come; Dumbledore often received letters from him.

Dumbledore took out a piece of black jerky of unknown origin from a small box by the window, wanting to tease the owl and reward him, but the owl lowered its head and placed the letter on the windowsill, then pecked Dumbledore's hand and flew away with its wings flapping.

"You're not going to eat it again? I specially bought the most expensive owl snack."

Dumbledore muttered that this owl had delivered letters for several years but never ate the snacks he handed over, which made him very frustrated. He even wrote a letter to his student Newt for advice, although he did not quite understand the long letter Newt sent.

However, when Dumbledore picked up the letter, he was very familiar with the faint traces of magic on the letter. He had never forgotten it after so long.

He gently opened the letter, and read it by the open window in the moonlight. His eyes were empty, and he didn't know whether he had read it or not.

By the time the moon was at its highest point in the sky, there was no one by the window, but the window was forgotten to be closed. From time to time, cool summer night breezes blew into the principal's office, and the cold moon quietly peeked at the tables and chairs inside.

Even Fox, who was sleeping on the bird stand, couldn't help but shake his feathers.