Chapter 509

Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.

No matter the funeral in the snowstorm or Voldemort's arrival in the air, there has been no change. Even the action of all guests returning to the castle is the same as someone's memory.

Draco was one of those who retreated in a hurry.

"... please enter the castle in order to avoid the incoming enemy... Don't panic, please trust us... Please trust Hogwarts to deal with..."

Professor McGonagall had just commanded a group of professors to hold up the protective spell, so he quickly turned back and asked the panicked guests to settle down.

Just when facing Voldemort's attack, how many people can be really calm?

Draco was squeezed in the crowd and tried to look back. A translucent magic barrier has appeared over Hogwarts castle, and in the air outside the barrier, several huge black devil marks hang high, indicating the upcoming disaster.

"Here comes Voldemort!"

Like everyone else, Draco had only one thought in his mind. But different from others, his idea seems more pure.

Because besides him, who else has just seen Voldemort?

Draco didn't know what he was feeling now. He didn't understand. If someone had asked him before, he might have said he would be angry, or he might have said he would be afraid... But now, his heart is like a mess, so complex that it is difficult for him to interpret.

Before long, Draco, with a blank face, was pushed by the crowd into the gate of the castle and came to the big hall.

"Please don't stay in the lobby, everyone go down to the ground... Please go to the stairs..."

Professor McGonagall kept giving instructions. Most of the guests were distracted. After hearing her words, they seemed to have a goal and continued to move.

In fact, Draco was one step slower than many people when he was so stunned outside the door. Now he can only squeeze into the last group of people and move forward together.

It has to be said that the order of the Wizards is actually good. Although everyone only wanted to run for their lives at the beginning, they didn't act as disorderly as expected under the command of someone. Before long, Draco found himself at the stairs.

"Stone pier out!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the hall behind him. Draco stepped and looked back. Just then, he saw the amazing scene.

On the towering walls around the hall, all the sculptures and armor jumped down from their original positions, and the rumbling sound of heavy smashing continued. Draco could still hear it vaguely. It seemed that the same voice sounded in the corridor above the castle. It seemed that the statues and armor of the whole castle were alive!

In the middle of the hall, Professor McGonagall held a magic wand, and the whole person was energetic and radiant. Draco could hardly imagine how such a spell could be practiced.

"Hogwarts is attacked by the enemy! You will obey orders, guard the castle and resist strong enemies! You will perform the duty and responsibility of guarding the school!"

With Professor McGonagall's loud cry, all the knight statues held their big swords upside down, ate neatly on the ground, then turned over their stone swords and lined up outside the door in an orderly manner.

At this time, Mileva McGonagall really showed her courage as principal Hogwarts. But she stood in the center of the knight array, like a full-blown Legion general.

But just then, there was a loud noise outside the castle. It seemed that something fell heavily on the ground of the vestibule, and Draco even felt a sudden shock under his feet.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the hall, suddenly changed his face, and then those professors who had cast magic spells outside to prop up the barrier ran back from the gate one after another.

"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was surprised and subconsciously wanted to turn back.

"... it's too late. Close the castle gate immediately!"

When Professor McGonagall saw that everyone had returned to the hall, she waved her wand decisively. After a clatter of hinges, the heavy gate rumbled shut.

The remaining stone statues of knights who had not yet had time to go out, as well as all kinds of strange animal stone sculptures who were still moving downstairs, were all locked up in the castle.

The professors didn't go to the basement. They were concerned about the castle and the whole campus. For them, this is not only a place to work, but also more like their other home.

Most of them have been in Hogwarts for a long time, and even like Professor bins, they still teach after death. It is conceivable that the charm of Hogwarts is not only for students, but also the most important place in the hearts of most teaching staff.

Of course, there are still some people who don't care so much about Hogwarts. Slughorn is one of all the wizards who serve as Professor Hogwarts.

Just now, he also participated in the action of supporting the magic barrier, but as soon as he saw that the door was closed, he hurried to the stairs.

"Oh, um... Child, are you also a student of Hogwarts?"

Of course, Slughorn immediately ran into Draco, who was still staring at the stairs. The old man is dressed very brightly today, but his bald hair is still combed meticulously. If people don't know, they may think he's coming to some social dance!

"Ah! Hello, sir..." Draco subconsciously raised his chin, which was his habitual action. Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't change it in recent years. "I'm Draco Draco Malfoy. You're right. I'm a student of Slytherin college."

"Oh, Malfoy? Are you Lucius's son?" Slughorn raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded. "Your father once mentioned you to me, good... Slytherin, good!"

He paused a little, but he said in a high spirit: "you may know that most of your Malfoys are Slytherin - it's an excellent college, isn't it?"

"I think you're right," Draco nodded demurely. "Sir... Excuse me for being rude. I didn't ask your identity at the first time. Are you -"

From small to large, Draco received the most orthodox pure blood wizard education, and there is no lack of etiquette. He is only spoiled by his parents, but he is always a little domineering. When he gets along with his peers, he often appears arrogant and domineering.

"Oh, I'm Horace Slughorn. I think you must have heard of me."

Slughorn's skin is extremely thick, but in fact he is not nonsense. After all, what he is best at is managing all kinds of interpersonal relationships. There are really many people who know him.

"Are you Mr. Slughorn?" Draco said in surprise. "I do know you. You taught my father! Today you are... Oh, naturally you are here for the funeral..."

Slughorn only smiled cleverly when he heard the speech, and did not immediately say that he would come back to teach in the next academic year.

It was natural for him to hide it. After all, Voldemort was outside now! Who knows if Hogwarts will have "the next school year"?

If Hogwarts were occupied by Voldemort, he would run away at the first time. Even though Slughorn was vain, he didn't want to work under Voldemort. He knew what that would mean.

"Well, let's stop talking here and go down first!" Slughorn suddenly put his hand around Draco's shoulder and said solemnly, "it's too dangerous for you. Come on, I'll take you down... With me, you have nothing to worry about, don't you?"

Obviously, he wanted to sneak to a safe place to avoid this foolproof disaster, but he said it as if he came to help the students. To tell the truth, the bald old man has a thick skin that no one in the world can compare.

However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of coolness, which spread from top to bottom. Draco and Slughorn, as well as the professors in the hall, obviously felt it, and their faces showed doubts.

This feeling is very strange, as if someone fell a basin of spring water with a trace of coolness from their head, which calmed their nervous mind for a moment.

"What's the matter? What happened just now?" Draco said with a confused face.

"It seems to be some kind of magic," Slughorn is worthy of being a veteran wizard who teaches at the same time as Dumbledore. Although he is obsessed with operating reputation, his talent in magic is actually no less than Professor McGonagall and others. "Although it is uncertain for the time being, it should not be the magic cast by Voldemort."

"Why?" Draco suddenly looked at the old man beside him.

"Because of the power of magic, I don't feel cruel and fierce... Yes, there is no negative spirit," Slughorn frowned. "That's not the type of magic Voldemort is interested in."

"... is that right?"

Draco couldn't help but feel very reasonable when he heard Slughorn say so. Although he couldn't feel anything at all, at least he was positive about this statement. Draco, who had been with Voldemort for a few days, knew that Voldemort and his death eaters preferred those ferocious spells most.

As he thought, he subconsciously looked up at his head, because the coolness just fell from above. It didn't matter, but he saw a seemingly familiar figure!