Reborn Evil Wizard

Argus Filch swears that this time, he will make those damn students pay their due price!

"Don't obey the school rules..." he growled, his dark growl echoing in the empty hallway, "Don't obey the school rules, those goddamn bastards. Come on, where is it baby, ho ho, I'm going to catch them , hanging upside down in the punishment room with chains, I want them to know the consequences of violating the school rules!"

Just now, the news that his beloved Mrs. Norris brought him back made his supper plan had to be cancelled.As the administrator of Hogwarts, Filch enjoys his current life, but life is often not satisfactory, just like now——

"Oh, damn kid! Damn redhead! It's been quiet for a few days now, I must go and tell Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm going to throw these troublemakers out of the school! What, this time it's a few freshmen Brat!? Is there no magic to take out their empty brains and cleanse them completely, and get rid of the boring thoughts about adventure in them!"

Mrs. Rawlings led the way lightly in front, and Filch strode forward with the iron chain in his hand.

Just as he was about to rush to the prize showroom, a sound of armor collapsing enough to wake up the entire castle made him smile ferociously. "It's right here, aha, you can't escape, no matter who you are, wandering around the school in the middle of the night, you are dead!"

Through corridor after corridor, Filch chased his prey like a cat and a mouse. He was convinced that he could catch them. In all of Hogwarts, no one knew the place better than he did.

He seemed to have seen their immature but terrified faces, and heard their panicked footsteps. He wanted to create more pressure and make these youngsters even more desperate.

Suddenly, Peeves screamed not far away.The cry was sharp and piercing, accompanied by the sound of jingling bells and falling things. "Students don't sleep!"

"—Students don't sleep, in the corridor of the Charms class!"

Although Peeves' voice stopped abruptly soon, as if something had suddenly gagged his mouth, it couldn't stop Filch from discovering their hiding place.

Soon, Filch chased after the sound, and walked to the end of the potion corridor. All he saw was Peeves, whose tongue was tied with a bow, bumping into the wall frantically, making unbearable squeaks. Squeak.

"Peeves!" Filch stepped forward to catch the troublemaker, but was easily dodged by it, "Where are they? Tell me, you bastard, don't just crawl into the wall, tell me , where did they go?"

What was annoying was that Peeves didn't pay attention to the intruding guy, it kept bumping against the wall like crazy, even though its tongue was tied, it was busy making faces at him.

Filch cursed angrily from outside the door, and then the curse gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.

Hermione stared blankly at the slender wand, at the pale and slender fingers of the sticky wand, that lazy boy with a handsome face who seemed to always smile. "You, what did you do?"

At this time they were hiding in a closed corridor, Neville was leaning weakly against the door and panting heavily, beside Harry and Hermione, well, there was no shortage of them.

Wait, where are Draco and that red-haired Weasley! ?

Dilmoch frowned, but he still didn't see the two of them, so he looked back lazily and half-closed his eyes to answer the girl's question, "What did you do? It's just a tongue-binding spell, a confusion spell, There's also an unlocking spell. What, is there a problem?"

Although such a response in front of the lady was a bit rude, considering the faction of the two sides, Dilmoch would never doubt his level of aristocratic cultivation, but Hermione obviously didn't notice this.Her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "My God, that's a spell that I haven't learned yet. How did you cast three spells in a row accurately, and it was completely successful?"

"Hermione, this is not a good time to discuss how to cast spells properly."

Harry interrupted the girl's persistent questioning with a gloomy face. He stepped back slowly and guardedly, staring straight ahead without blinking. "Everyone, I want to ask, does anyone know what the thing squatting on the ground in front of you is?"

A big dog with three heads squatted in the very center of the corridor. It watched several small intruders condescendingly. Its huge body almost filled the entire space. The sharp yellow teeth herald one fact to everyone - this guy is not a herbivore!

……

"Need help?"

Ron Weasley walked out of the shadows at the stairs, quietly watched the platinum-gold noble boy leaning against the corner for a long time, and finally spoke in a flat voice.

"That would be very grateful. It would be of great help to me if you could walk away quietly from here." Draco had a cold smirk on his face, and his silver-gray pupils were slightly constricted, no one would have thought The youngest son of the Weasleys had shown up without warning, especially when he was in a little trouble.

Yes, little trouble!Draco watched the other party's cold face become clear little by little in front of his eyes, his right leg moved slightly, and the tingling sensation made him frown uncontrollably.

damn it!Draco cursed inwardly, he couldn't believe he'd made such a mistake, he'd misremembered the time when the stairs moved - maybe the stairs themselves had misremembered the time!Anyway, he thought that he had successfully completed the task of communicating with Gryffindor and could get rid of Dilmoch to find Lin Xi, but now his right leg was stuck by a moving staircase that had no concept of time!

His majestic next Malfoy's patriarch got stuck on a staircase!What an irony!

Maybe blowing up the entire staircase was a good idea, but Draco quickly dismissed that ill-advised plan.He must not spoil Lin Xi's plan, no matter what!

What is the next movement time of the stairs?Draco made some calculations, shook his head, gently rubbed the dark red ring of truth between his fingers, and looked thoughtfully at Ron who was walking slowly.

So many years of experience have already made him deeply aware of the darkness of human nature, and Draco sneered sarcastically when the other party left without knowing his interest. The other party's deep alert.

The wand was within reach, and Draco gave his wrist a slight twitch, which was his usual movement before he was about to make a move, which would help him draw out the wand faster.Even if he couldn't move at this time, he was fully sure that he could kill the opponent before he could do anything.

However, Ron's next action was really beyond his expectation.This made Draco, who thought the other party had bad intentions, stunned.

"Can't move?" Ron squatted down unexpectedly, and began to carefully observe Draco's stuck right leg.

"Probably." Draco's stiff back relaxed slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders in a casual tone. "Just wait for the stairs to move away."

Ron reached out and tried it, and found that Draco's leg was right between the hard floor crack and the stair step, and when he withdrew his hand, he felt warm liquid in his hand.

"Are you injured?" Although the tone was flat, one could still feel the surprise in it.

What responded to him was a palpitating cold killing intent.Ron wanted to scratch his hair to make the kid less murderous, it would make his hands tense.When it's not a matter of life or death, he doesn't want to do anything to a child, not at all.He still has to go back to find Harry, these little brats who got into trouble, I hope they can be found before they are discovered.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly. It seems that it is better to use the simplest way to solve it.Ron reached out to the edge of the gap with both hands, and then put his arms together——

The indisputable fact of being found injured made Draco vigilant, but this vigilance was quickly replaced by shock.

The hard rocky ground and the marble staircase slowly twisted and deformed between the pair of white and slender hands, and distorted cracks sprang out quickly. Draco felt his stuck right leg loosen in vain. The next moment , the whole person was dragged over.

Draco dared to swear on the name of his ancestors that he had never seen a wizard with such terrifying strength as the boy in front of him.

How powerful it is to be able to split a solid rock without relying on spells!Draco couldn't help but look up and down at the tall and thin boy in front of him, where did the power to break gold and stone come from?

He really lived up to the name of a tyrant!

The next moment, a small bottle of yellow-green potion was thrust into Draco's hand. "Drink it, it's good for you." Sensing the other party's suspicious gaze, Ron explained lightly, it was getting late, and he was really worried about whether Harry and the others had escaped.

Unscrewed the bottle and sniffed it, Draco looked at the other party with some surprises, then raised his head and downed it. "Therapeutic potion? I didn't expect you to bring this thing when you came out."

Watching the other party drink all the healing potion all the time, Ron nodded and said, "Harry and I got separated, so I should go and have a look. Are you alright?"

Draco glanced at the other party contemptuously with his eyelids, crossed his arms around his chest, and said with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you imagined. Don't worry, go find your Potter, kind Mr. Tyrant."

He found another hidden place, quietly leaned against the cold wall and waited for the wound to heal. Draco kept staring at the figure that was fading away, his silver-gray eyes gradually becoming sharp.

"Ron Weasley... what an incomprehensible guy."

……

When Draco Malfoy leisurely returned to the cellar of Slytherin, he saw Dilmoch in the unoccupied lounge alone, smiling nervously, reclining on the seat that belonged to him, tasting With a glass of untimely Martell.

He came back so soon!Draco raised his eyebrows, with his characteristic smirk on his face, "Dilmoky, I didn't expect you to be able to sneak faster than me. How about it, is it fun to run around with Gryffindor's stupid lion?"

Dilmoch, who seemed to be thinking about something all the time, only realized the return of this distant cousin after Draco asked. He drank the wine in his hand with a smile, and said, "It's fun, how come?" Wouldn’t it be fun! Haha, it’s so interesting!”

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he almost couldn't wait to tell Draco what they had just discovered, "Oh, my dear cousin, you would never have guessed what we found!"

"What?" Draco also sat down, relaxed on the loose and comfortable seat, and looked at Dilmoch, who was a little cramped with excitement, with a smile.

"You have to know that it was just an excuse to tell Potter and the others tonight that we were looking for the Sorcerer's Stone." Dilmoch's eyes were a little erratic, and he said in a dreamy tone, "But, after I followed Bo Tee ran into Peeves after wandering around, oh, forgive me for not shutting him up fast enough, but isn't it fun? We're just avoiding Peeves, you know, like—" He made a The act of casting a spell.

"Oh, I found a secret room by coincidence."

Um?Draco twitched his fingertips when he heard the words, he knew that Dilmoch would not say useless things for no reason. "Wouldn't it be me who thought that?" Draco suddenly felt like laughing, he felt that sometimes luck is a really stupid thing.Lin Xi complained to him that he had been looking for something for a long time but had no news about it, and how could he just come across it like this?

"Ah, oh, who knows. Sometimes things are such a coincidence." Dilmoch spread his hands innocently, obviously knowing Lin Xi's obsession with the Philosopher's Stone, "Anyway, we found a wonderful room like this, There is a big dog with three heads squatting inside, and I have to say, it looks really intriguing, of course, we have reason to suspect that it is guarding something-just after it tried to attack us."

"Three heads..." Draco thought about it, "it should be the three-headed dog shown in the Legendary Creature Book. Now there is nothing in Hogwarts that is more worthy of using legendary creatures as guards than the Sorcerer's Stone .Are you sure you can see everything clearly?"

Dilmoch nodded and sneered, "Needless to say. There is a trapdoor sitting under its buttocks. If it wasn't for other people, I would have picked that beast and went down to check. There is a high possibility of a magician."

"Well. It should be there." Draco guessed approvingly, and then smiled, "So, Xi should be very happy to know that the thing he has always wanted has gone."

"makes sense."

The task was completed, and when he came back, he could only face an unappealing Draco, which made Dilmoch really bored to death. He fell into a pile of mud and limp on the armchair, staring blankly at the Low and rough ceiling.

"Speaking of which, I don't know how Xi is going now..."