Dark Lord, please let go

How is this going,

Draco's expression of indifference finally changed. His eyes swept across Scar's forehead again and again, and after confirming that there really wasn't a lightning-shaped scar there, a trace of panic appeared on his face.Why is there no scar on Scarhead's head, but Tom obviously became the Dark Lord, why didn't he leave that stupid mark on Scarhead's head? What's going on?

Draco realized for the first time that something was going in an unforeseen direction after he came back, and he, without the slightest advantage after coming back, he has no idea what happened now, probably more than everyone here are ignorant.Draco now can't wait to go to the library to look through "Major Magical Events of the Twentieth Century" or something, and look for the answer in the book.

As a child of the Potter family, although Harry Potter no longer has the halo of the savior, the Gryffindor students still have great enthusiasm for his joining.

"Draco, why do you keep looking at the Potter boy affectionately?" Blaise slammed Draco's arm hard, trying to bring his friend back to his senses.

Hearing Blaise's teasing words, Draco sneered, "What kind of eyes do you have, Blaise? Even if I look at a pot of Achnatherum affectionately, I will definitely not look at a Potter affectionately."

The sorting ceremony was finally over, Dumbledore stood up and pressed his hand, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Before the start of the new semester, I would like to raise a few points for everyone's attention."

"Attention first-year freshmen, no students are allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, including senior students."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he glanced at the long table in Gryffindor, "Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridor between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Hooch.

Finally finishing the few points Draco knew, he waited for Dumbledore to mention the corridor on the third floor that was forbidden in his first year.But who knew that Dumbledore suddenly turned around and looked at the professor sitting not far from him.

"This is your new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Lauder, and he will teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts in the days to come."

After Dumbledore's introduction, Lauder stood up gracefully, nodded politely at the students in the dining room, and then sat back amidst the students' whispered discussions.

"This is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Ah, he's so handsome."

"I heard that it was specially invited by Professor Dumbledore. It seems that he is only in his 20s."

"He's so charming. I'm probably going to do very well in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

It seemed that all the girls in the restaurant were fascinated by Professor Lauder's decent and gentle manner, and all the buzzing voices were talking about him.

"Draco, isn't this the professor we met on the Hogwarts Express?" Crabbe asked Draco, swallowing the chicken in his mouth.

Seeing Crabbe's greasy mouth, Draco frowned in disgust, "Damn it, don't talk while eating."

"Oh, Draco, you met the professor on the express?" Pansy on the side put down the knife and fork in her hand with interest, and looked at Draco with raised eyebrows. "Neither Blaise nor I heard you mention it."

"Nothing to say, just met." Draco frowned, he didn't want to mention the professor named Lauder, it would remind him of Tom, and the two of them sitting at the long Slytherin table eating together scene……

Draco dropped the knife and fork on the table, suddenly losing his appetite for the delicious food in front of him.

After the dinner was boring, Draco followed the prefect back to the Slytherin common room listlessly. When the freshmen had just stood up in the lounge, Severus Snape seemed to be wearing that suit forever The black robe that hadn't been changed came in, and he narrowed his black cold eyes and swept every freshman present viciously.

"I'm the dean of Slytherin, and also your Potions professor. I don't expect you to earn honor for Slytherin, but remember, don't cause trouble for me, you won't want to know the consequences." Snape's hissing threats were over, and he was satisfied to see the freshmen bow their heads in horror, except for his dearest godson - Draco Malfoy.

But Professor Snape was used to this, and in his impression this godson liked to show that he was different.

When Professor Snape left the common room, the freshmen, who hadn't dared to show their enthusiasm just now, breathed a sigh of relief. The little snakes were frightened by the dean they met for the first time, and rushed back to their dormitories.As Draco expected, there was no mention of the head of the grade in this admission.

Going all the way down the corridor, Draco finally found his dormitory, which was also Blaise's dormitory, where his best friend lived with him.

"It seems that we will spend seven years together Draco, oh, this is really good, although I hope you are a beautiful lady." Blaise laughed.

"That's a pity."

Draco waved his wand, packed his luggage, and lay down on the familiar four-poster bed to rest.

This is the second day after he returned to 1991, and in fact Draco has not figured out the situation until now, as if what he knew did not correspond to the present at all, he frowned and stared at the dark green Velvet curtains, I can't figure out what went wrong.The savior is no longer the savior, but Tom is still the Dark Lord?And that professor who looks like Tom, Hagrid who should have successfully graduated from Hogwarts...

The next day, when Draco walked out of the dormitory, he saw that his two followers were already waiting for him on the sofa in the lounge.

Although Draco didn't intend to let Crabbe or Goyle die this time, Draco still couldn't see them as friends like Kassim and Devlin. In their eyes, food is still food, and except for carrying out Draco's orders, they are like trolls who can't think.

As Draco thought, every class was boring, and he really didn't expect the class to be interesting with a different professor, especially History of Magic, in Draco's words, What a mess.

Finally, in Pansy's anticipation, the freshmen of Slytherin ushered in their first defense against the dark arts.

Draco was very annoyed sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was the third time he glared at the nympho Pansy beside her. What a bad impression the professor left.

"Pancy, don't keep your IQ on the same level as Gryffindor." Draco snorted dissatisfied.

"Don't be like this Draco again, even you can't deny Professor Lauder's handsome appearance, can you?" Pansy's voice was a little higher, and when the students around her turned their heads to look at her, Pansy's cheeks twitched. flushed, but still glanced at the door calmly, as if waiting for the professor to arrive.

Draco sneered mockingly, turned his head silently, and ignored Pansy beside him.

In the anticipation of many girls, Professor Lauder finally walked into the classroom. He was wearing a well-fitting black robe and had a charming smile on his face. "Good morning, I think you already know me, so I won't waste time introducing myself."

Professor Lauder's gaze swept over all the students, and when he saw Pansy sitting next to Draco, his gaze paused for a moment, and then he casually moved away.

After feeling the meaningful gaze, Draco glanced at Pansy strangely, but found that she didn't seem to feel anything, and her gaze was always stuck on Professor Lauder. Draco couldn't help but turned over. He rolled his eyes, but suddenly met Professor Lauder's gaze, especially that the man did not look away, and even raised the corners of his mouth.

Draco looked at the somewhat familiar expression, and felt very uncomfortable, especially when he thought that although Tom was not defeated by Scarhead, he became an old man.Annoyed, he wanted to glare at Professor Lauder, but fortunately, his remaining reason stopped him in time.

During the whole class, Draco kept a sullen face and didn't say a word except for waving his wand and chanting spells foolishly according to the professor's instructions.

Draco's bad mood caused him to spend all his lunch hours torturing the poor sliced ​​lamb chops, and even Pansy couldn't stand Draco's rage.

"What the hell are you dissatisfied with Draco?"

Pansy took the plate of lamb chops that were cut enough to rival potion ingredients from under Draco's nose, and stuffed him with a new plate. "All the students in the school like Professor Lauder. You are the only one who is dissatisfied with him. What's wrong with you?"

"Only girls, Pansy, I don't think any boy likes him." Draco continued to cut the lamb chops slowly, as if he was very obsessed with cutting the lamb chops.

"Hey Draco, when did you classify me into the ranks of girls?" Blaise chuckled, "I have to regret to tell you that Pansy is right, Hogwarts only you Didn't like Professor Lauder, he actually had a really interesting class."

Blaise put his hand on Draco's shoulder, "Come on, tell me why you hate Professor Lauder? To be honest, you will make the whole Hogwarts girls dissatisfied with you, Draco."

Why do you hate Professor Lauder?There is no other reason, just the face that deserves to be punched is enough to make Draco loathe to the end.

Slapping off the arm on his shoulder vigorously, Draco stood up from the stool exuding anger, and stopped Crabbe and Goyle who were about to stand up with his eyes, "I'm going to the library to finish the ten inches Defense Against the Dark Arts assignments."