People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

The sun shines through the window, reflecting on Basil's somewhat uncertain face.

He is actually a little strange.

Why is there no criticism of Hogwarts in this report.

Hiding the Philosopher's Stone in the castle.

The professor is a dark wizard.

He can easily think of a point of criticism.

Rita Skeeter would not be unable to think of it.

Is it because Dumbledore caught an Animagus, and she, who is also an unregistered illegal Animagus, is afraid of being exposed?

And Fudge also established a new personality with her help.

Dare to admit mistakes.

Damn!

Do something wrong, bow 90 degrees, and after the Sneema race, the daily life style will not be introduced into the politics of the wizarding world.

Basil did not think about it.

Because the dormitory is a mess now.

Harry clamored to see Sirius.

Ron kept his head down, ashamed of mocking Draco yesterday and treating Quirrell as a good person.

Neville and Seamus were cleaning the dormitory, recalling all the places where Scabbers might have stayed.

And Basil himself.

Hermione broke into the dormitory with a newspaper and sat on his bed without any hesitation.

She pulled him to read it together.

After accidentally crossing the line last night, Hermione became much bolder.

She dared to be honest with Bagel without blushing.

Damn! Why couldn't he hold back for a while!

It can only be said that it is not only his height that grows with the immortal golden eyes, but also the structure in his body responsible for reproduction, which is basically mature now.

The scorched seedlings need clear spring water, the bitter cold winter needs the scorching sun, and the hibernating insects need the call of the awakening of insects.

And the mature body also needs the continuation of life.

The soul of the old pervert cannot stop at the sight.

He has the strongest body again, and it is good enough that he can brake.

However, this is not without advantages.

Perhaps it is precisely because of maturity in a certain sense that the real magic scale marked on the wizard data is no longer limited to 7.

It has risen to 8 quietly.

But some people are still immature even at the age when they should be fathers.

Sirius Black, at this moment, was like a big dog, squatting on the ground.

He looked at his nephew eagerly.

"So listless? Can you smile?"

Lucius Malfoy's head had been taken home by Narcissa.

Draco did not go back.

He said he wanted to cover up his weakness and act like a real Malfoy.

As Slytherin's Seeker, he stuck to his post and won the Quidditch Cup.

But in the eyes of Sirius, who was still a big boy and had never gone through adolescence.

His nephew's poker face was too boring.

At his strong request, he and Draco moved into an empty classroom on the 8th floor.

Except for the time to sleep and wash last night, he has been committed to making Draco smile again.

He did everything he could think of, such as barking like a dog, making faces, telling jokes, tickling, gossiping (the scandal of Slytherin Dean, Snape the Snivellus), etc.

His nephew Draco Malfoy was still indifferent.

So, Sirius said angrily: "How about playing Quidditch? You are a seeker like Harry! You joined the school team in the first grade, almost as good as James."

Draco, who had been wooden-faced and empty-eyed, suddenly had a ray of light in his eyes.

"? Why? Quidditch or Harry?" Sirius noticed and thought about it.

His fate with Snape made him subconsciously prefer the latter.

He said tentatively: "How about we go find Harry?"

"No, not Harry, not Harry Potter." Draco seemed to wake up from a dream.

Sirius was surprised, "Okay, then let's go find Harry. The Gryffindor Common Room is also on the eighth floor. I haven't been back for a long time."

On the other side, Bagel, who was expecting Sirius to be found by Snape and have fun, exclaimed in his heart.

"Damn it!"

He quickly pulled out his hand that was pressing Hermione's buttocks.

Ignoring Hermione, whose face turned red, Basil stood up.

"Why don't we go for a walk by the lake?"

Hermione nodded and followed.

Basil was not morally obsessed and could not meet the son of Lucius Malfoy, who was indirectly killed by him.

Nor did he want to avoid the gay scene between Draco and Harry.

After all, the way Harry and Ron get along with each other on a daily basis is gay enough.

Rather, Basil was not operating on only two lines just now - talking to Hermione while watching the conversation between Draco and Sirius.

In fact, it was three lines.

Narcissa Malfoy must have felt this deeply.

In the secret room of Malfoy Manor.

The tall breasts trembled with rapid breathing.

Mrs. Malfoy, who was usually arrogant and domineering, was full of helplessness at this moment.

During the running process, because of the loss of shoes, the exposed jade-like toes rubbed against the rough ground to produce a charming pink.

All this seemed like yesterday.

But at that time, Lucius was still beside her.

His broad palm brought warmth.

It was a sunny day with the sun rising and white peacocks singing on the hedge.

The master attached himself to the man and sealed the manor.

He walked backwards into the mansion.

The portraits of the Malfoy family ancestors gave a reminder.

Her father-in-law Abraxas saw something was wrong right from the start and walked into the picture frame in front of the entrance to reminisce about the past.

She was dragged by Lucius to escape into the secret room.

But everything was in vain.

Scarlet eyes appeared in front of them.

All defensive magic was broken.

The body lost control.

Watching Lucius's hair being shaved and engraved with magic runes.

She was fed with polyjuice potion.

Being cursed, not only was she unable to speak, but she also lost other abilities to express herself.

Until the afternoon of June 1.

The curse disappeared.

Later she learned that Lucius had died at that time.

And today.

The same scene happened.

The only difference was that he was walking into the mansion.

After breaking through the defensive magics one by one, the face that appeared was no longer as white as chalk, without a nose, and with scarlet eyes.

It was the handsome face that she had only seen in the photo in her sister Bella's bedroom.

"Master~" Her voice trembled, and she didn't even dare to mention a trace of hatred.

I dare not even think about why the master would change his form and revive in a young posture.

Why this time Dobby was not fixed in place, but followed him, floating like a toy balloon, tied with a string.

"You recognized the wrong person. I am Tom Riddle." Basil controlled the body and said.

"You are the master." Mrs. Malfoy's head almost dropped to the ground, and her pear-shaped buttocks were wrapped in a black robe, which made her even more attractive.

"Do you know why Lucius died?"

Before she could answer, Basil continued: "Because of the diary. It is Voldemort's Horcrux."

Mrs. Malfoy's breathing became more rapid, and her toes curled up subconsciously.

Raising her head, the slender swan neck, the beautiful scenery of the mysterious area was unobstructed.

"Please spare Draco's life!"

Basil squatted down and looked at it playfully, and the fresh fragrance of a mature woman rushed into his nose.

Considering that this body was not his own, he did not take another step to lift her chin.

Instead, he said calmly, "What can you give?"

"Everything." Narcissa Malfoy said firmly.

The creation of Horcruxes is not a very rare knowledge. It's just that Voldemort thinks it is unknown. It's in "Advanced Dark Arts". It's just that normal people won't do it. It splits the soul. Therefore, the characteristics of Horcruxes have not been classified and are difficult to identify. Lucius Malfoy did not recognize that the diary is a Horcrux. After all, there is a real afterlife in this world. The Ministry of Magic's Death Hall has researched this. Some families with a longer history should also know about it. For example, Regulus Black in the original book knew about Horcruxes. He sacrificed his life for it. So, I wrote that Narcissa, who also came from Black, also knew about it.