Dark Lord, please let go

Professor Lauder narrowed his eyes and stared at Draco's face for a long while before standing up from his chair. He smoothed the folds of his robe gracefully, turned and walked towards the other door of the office.

"Come on, Draco." The voice was lazy, with the hoarseness of just waking up.

Draco pursed his lips, clicked his tongue impatiently, and hurriedly followed.It was a bedroom, the room was filled with Draco's familiar ink and silver, and the whole room was filled with the style of Slytherin dormitory.

"...Professor, there is only one bed here." Draco glanced at the ridiculously large bed in the room, and reminded Professor Lauder with a gloomy face.

"Thank you for reminding Draco, this is my room, and I know very well that there is only one bed here." Professor Lauder took off his robe and hung it up with a wand.

"Then hurry up and tidy yourself up Draco, it's already late, you don't want to miss tomorrow's class—" Professor Lauder looked at Draco inexplicably, "Remember, tomorrow is your first class flight lessons."

To be honest, in such a chaotic time now, Draco's attention can no longer be diverted by flying lessons. When he thinks that the Dark Lord who should have failed is still fine now, Draco feels that other things are completely unimportant .If Professor Lauder hadn't reminded him, Draco would have forgotten that he had a flying lesson tomorrow.

"So where should I sleep, Professor?" Draco pursed his lips tightly, staring at the only bed in the room, as if staring at that bed would make two.

"If you don't mind, Draco can sleep with me—" Professor Lauder shrugged indifferently, "—of course, if you mind, you can use Transfiguration to turn anything in the room into a bed, use Come spend the night."

Well, Draco was finally relieved that he wouldn't sleep in the same bed with a professor who had only met a few times and had a face similar to Tom's.

Pulling his wand out of his pocket, Draco chose a chair that seemed fairly comfortable, but before he was about to swing his wand, he found that Professor Lauder was staring at him without blinking.

"... What's the matter, Professor?"

"Your talent is really amazing Draco." Lauder smiled inexplicably, "I think McGonagall must be very pleased to be able to use such a complicated transformation technique in the first year."

... Draco gritted his teeth, and had to admit that what Professor Lauder said was right, the first grade would never use such a complicated transfiguration technique, not to mention that Draco had just entered school not long ago, if he really It's really weird to turn a chair into a bed.

Calmly stuffing the wand in his hand back into his robe, Draco smirked decently at Professor Lauder, "This kind of compliment really makes me ecstatic Professor, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, such a complicated shape-shifting magic It’s not within my grasp.”

Fortunately, this strange Professor Lauder did not continue to torment Draco in the following time. He generously turned the sofa chair into a four-poster bed that was exactly the same as in the Slytherin bedroom. Afterwards, the two politely said: Goodnight.

Draco, who thought he was exhausted, couldn't fall asleep anyway. The room was very quiet, and he could hear the shallow breathing of the big bed next to him, where the professor who looked very similar to Tom was sleeping.

Draco turned around a little irritatedly. It had been a while since he returned to 1991, and he couldn't tell what it felt like. Obviously his parents were still alive, and Malfoy Manor was still luxurious, but Draco felt dissatisfied. It was empty, as if it couldn't be filled, he knew it was because of Tom Riddle, but now Tom...

Where the hell is that damn guy?Since he was not defeated by Potter, he is probably still alive, alive with a body, not a soul state.And who is this Professor Lauder? Draco always feels inexplicably familiar, but he really doesn't know such a person.

Draco spent the whole night dazedly immersed in his own guesses, until the next morning, he was woken up by Professor Lauder.

"Good morning, Draco." Professor Lauder looked at Draco with a smile, gently pulled him up from the bed, and pushed him towards the bathroom, "You need to wash up, don't forget Your first flying lesson."

It wasn't until Draco stood in front of the sink that he recovered, remembering that he was in Professor Lauder's bedroom, not Slytherin's dungeon.While brushing his teeth, Draco made up his mind that he must have a talk with Dumbledore today, anyway, from the meaning of the broken hat, Dumbledore should have recognized him.These days, Dracocha's information has not helped him at all except to make him more confused. Now his head is full of questions and he urgently needs answers.

"You can go directly to your first flying lesson on the lawn today." Professor Lauder sat on the sofa, the coffee table in front of him was already full of food, and he waved at Draco who had just come out of the bathroom , motioning him to sit on the sofa.

"I asked the elf to deliver breakfast."

"...Thank you, Professor." Draco sat down on the sofa without any struggle. He didn't sleep well all night. Draco now?p>

Blame the blame and judge Chunshen? p>

After finishing breakfast in a hurry, Draco said goodbye to Professor Lauder, and went to the lawn for flying lessons. Most of the Slytherin and Gryffindor students were already waiting there. It seemed that flying lessons were still very popular. Welcome to the course.

"Oh, dear Draco, where did you go last night? Blaise and I were very worried about you." Seeing Draco approaching from a distance, Pansy immediately gave him a hug.

"Don't! Pansy, you are the only one who is worried about Draco, don't take me with you." Blaise glanced lazily at the somewhat annoyed Pansy, then nodded at Draco, "Although I'm not very worried, But this does not prevent you from telling us the answer, but you have not come back all night."

Not only Pansy and Blaise were curious about Draco's whereabouts, but even Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for Draco's answer with their ears open. You must know that you can stay up at night a few days before the start of school and not be reprimanded by the dean There are not many students.

The slightly envious expression pleased Draco. He raised his chin and said in a drawn-out tone, "I went to Professor Lauder yesterday to help him revise his homework."

After speaking, Draco saw Pansy's eyes suddenly brighten up, which half of his good mood disappeared.

"You mean Professor Lauder? You went to his office? Still living there, dear?"

Very good, after listening to Pan Xi's words, the remaining half of the good mood disappeared. How could this silly girl who only knew how to be infatuated with herself before so easily transfer her love to another?

Draco smirked coldly, "Yes, oh, Professor Lauder just asked me to inform you—" He paused at the right time, and saw Pansy looking at him expectantly, "Professor asked me to tell you , please be careful next time you do your homework, this time you will only get an A."

Blaise on the side laughed, and Pan Xi stomped on Blaise's foot with a blushing face, which stopped his laughter.

Mrs. Hooch finally came. This was the first flying lesson for the freshmen, but Draco was not interested at all. He followed Mrs. Hooch's instructions and let the broom jump into his hands.And then Draco was hoping for Neville Longbottom to fall off his broom so their first flying lesson would be over, only this time he wouldn't be grabbing the damn Remembrall, he wouldn't Putting Scarhead on the Quidditch team in first year, no way!

After that, Longbottom fell off the broom as Draco expected, and was sent to the medical room by Mrs. Hooch, and the memory ball that Longbottom dropped was still lying on the grass. Draco didn't look sideways. He pretended not to see it until Potter accidentally kicked the memory ball to Blaise's feet.

"What the hell?" Blaise bent down and picked up the memory ball.

"Zabini, return Neville's things!" Ron Weasley yelled at Blaise immediately after seeing the memory ball in Blaise's hand.

Ever since the two of them had a big fight on the Hogwarts Express, Blaise and Weasley had disliked each other, to the point where they would curse at each other even if there was no conflict.

Draco could swear that Blaise hadn't the slightest interest in that bloody remembrall if Weasley hadn't spoken.Now, Blaise is like a firecracker being ignited. He smirked and tossed the memory ball in his hand.

"You want this Weasley?" He smiled wickedly, "then go find it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Blaise flung his arm away and threw the memory ball in his hand into the air.

Draco wanted to cover his face, he really didn't want to watch Scarhead ride a battered broomstick and join the Quidditch team in his first year.Because Draco knew that no matter how good he was at flying, their dean, Professor Snape, would not allow him to enter the team in the first year, which was really—a disaster.

So in order to destroy Potter's plan to enter the team in the first grade, Draco stepped on the broom before Potter, and before the memory ball was about to hit the window of the castle, Draco firmly grasped the memory ball hand.Then he saw on the other side of the window, Professor Lauder smirking at him.

"...Good morning, Professor Lauder."

"Good morning, Draco." Professor Lauder raised his eyebrows, looking at the tattered broom that Draco was riding under, "You fly well, if I were the head of Slytherin, I'm afraid You're going to be on the team now."

Too bad you're not... Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"You should go back now. Mrs. Hooch just left the medical room. I don't think she would like to see you flying in the sky."

Hearing Professor Lauder's words, Draco flew back immediately, and when he jumped off the broom, he saw the admiring eyes of the new Slytherins.

"Oh dear, you fly really well, I bet you're the best flyer in first year!" Pansy giggled, and gave Draco a warm hug.

"Although you fly well Draco, why did you pick up that damn memory ball?" Blaise was obviously more concerned about the conflict between him and Weasley, "Weasley should go find it himself, I'm Waiting to see him fall off the broom."