Hogwarts Dungeon, Slytherin dormitory.
The atmosphere in the room was dignified.
In the room that was supposed to be sealed, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in out of nowhere.
The candlelight swayed gently with the wind, making the atmosphere even more tense.
Draco swallowed his saliva, looking at the frown of his best friend.
"I know what you're going to say is related to you-know-who, but is it so important?"
He had never seen such a serious look on Lucas's face before.
"Do you remember what happened in the Chamber of Secrets in our second year?"
"Of course!"
Draco nodded, he had been investigating with Harry for a whole year, and he had a deep memory of that incident.
"Does it have something to do with the Chamber of Secrets?"
Lucas nodded and said, "That's right, remember that diary?"
Seeing the other party nodding again, he continued: "The name of that diary is Tom Riddle's diary, and it was a very dangerous cursed item."
"Because a fragment of Voldemort's soul was preserved inside, we usually call such magic items: Horcruxes!"
Draco shuddered a bit hearing him say Voldemort's name, but unexpectedly he felt a greater chill upon hearing horcruxes, even though he doesn't know what it means.
Lucas then introduced in detail what a Horcrux is, in order to let Draco realize the danger of the Horcruxes.
Lucas also did some artistic work and greatly exaggerated the role of the Horcrux.
Draco's eyes widened.
Unexpectedly, there is such an evil and powerful black magic in this world.
"So what does this have to do with our family?"
Here it comes! Draco finally got to the key point.
Lucas cleared his throat, and looking into his friend's eyes, he said word for word.
"You got it right at the beginning, the diary that your father, me, and Harry got later were all exactly the same diary."
"And the original copy of the diary was kept by your father. This is a task entrusted to him by you-know-who. Even if your father had to sacrifice his life, he must never lose it."
Draco stood up from the chair, his pupils trembling with shock.
"My dad?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
In the past two years, Draco has always been referring to Mr. Malfoy as "father" in front of outsiders.
It is conceivable just how surprised he must be at this time to slip like that.
"That's right, it's your father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy. Do you still remember what Mr. Malfoy did in the Bookstore before the second year started?"
"Of course he gave the stupid Weasley a lesson."
Hearing this answer, Lucas rolled his eyes mentally.
It was clearly an evenly matched fight, but when it came to Malfoy who loved his reputation, it became a lesson.
"That's when your father put the diary in Ginny's cauldron, and I found it and took a closer look."
"As for what happened later, you should also be aware that the diary opened the Chamber of Secrets with the help of Ginny."
Lucas sighed at this point.
"Draco, your father is in a very dangerous situation now. If you-know-who returns, he will probably find that the diary has been thrown away by your father."
"Also happened to be thrown into Hogwarts, and it was destroyed. How do you think that man will treat your family?"
Draco followed his reminder, and what appeared in his mind was the picture of his family in ruins.
"this…"
Although he didn't answer, the frightened expression told Lucas the answer.
"The most critical issue now is that Mr. Malfoy still thinks that he has done a perfect job."
"In fact, it's not just me, Dumbledore and Professor Snape already know, Draco, paper can't contain fire."
"This secret will be known to others one day. If it is known to the Death Eaters, when Voldemort returns, he will probably..."
Lucas left half a sentence unsaid, the rest is left for Draco to make up in his own mind.
The room fell silent after that.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
The entire Slytherin dormitory was silent but the light in Lucas' room was still on.
Draco sat in a chair and stared at the floor in a daze.
From the changing expression of his face, it can be seen that his brain was not idle.
He finally let out a long breath, and looked at his best friend again, noticing that he was leisurely flipping through a potions book.
"Lucas, what should I do?"
"Huh?" Lucas gave him a surprised look.
"What to do? Isn't that what you should think about? I have completed our agreement, and now you know our secret."
"As for how to choose and what to do, these are your own business. Of course, if you want me to give you some advice, then I don't mind."
Draco sighed, showing a helpless expression.
"Lucas, you are my best friend, you should understand what I mean, I can't watch the Malfoy family go down the road of destruction."
Snap~!
Lucas closed the book.
When he turned to look at Draco, the candles in the room suddenly dimmed.
"What if Voldemort no longer exists in this world?"
Lucas' voice suddenly became low and hoarse.
"Since he is the biggest trouble, we will just solve this trouble directly, and all problems will be solved."
The words seemed to scare Draco.
For Death Eaters or the families of Death Eaters, it has never occurred to them to kill Voldermort. They don't even dare to think about it.
But when Draco calmed down, he found that this method was indeed the best.
If the trouble can be completely solved, then the Malfoy family will still be the top pure-blood family in England.
"It's getting late, you can go back and think about it slowly."
Lucas got up to see off the guest, and Draco also walked out obediently.
Watching the other person walk to his own room, Lucas said softly to the side: "Go and watch him for me, and make sure he can't send letters to his family."
A silver light flashed in the void as a head poked out from it. Swallowing the hare hastily, Medusa flicked her tail and disappeared.
…
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
Through a whole night of thinking, Harry felt that he needed to have a good talk with Ron.
Even if he needs to use a tough attitude, his friend must understand that he did not put his name into the Goblet of Fire.
But when Harry looked at the bed next to him, it turned out that Ron had already left.
This is not like him at all!
Harry walked listlessly into the common room.
For his arrival, everyone just glanced at him.
Certainly, some people say a word or two of jealousy now and then, but there were also people who were genuinely happy for Harry.
For example, Colin Creevey, his biggest fanboy.
It's just that Harry's interest was lacking now, and he only said a few perfunctory words to answer Colin's congratulations.
But when he left the Gryffindor common room through the portrait, the outside world seems to have changed drastically.
Harry looked at the badges on everyone's chests.
"Support Cedric Diggory, the true champion of Hogwarts!"
It turned out that those who wore the badge were all Cedric's supporters.
It's just that the number of people who support him is too many.
Harry hoped to find a bit of support from the crowd, but he was disappointed to find out that all the Hufflepuffs and a lot of Ravenclaws were wearing badges of support for Cedric.
"Look, it's Potter!"
There was an exclamation from the front and immediately afterwards, everyone pressed the badge on their chest.
The pattern on the badge rotated rapidly, changing its appearance in no time.
"Potter stinks!"
See that glowing text, Harry's face darkened.
Turns out the badge doesn't just represent support for Cedric, it also represents ridicule and resistance to him!
For the next period of time, he felt the pain of his second year all over again.
At that time, everyone thought that he was the heir, and they laughed at him and even pranked him maliciously.
But at that time, he still had his friend Ron by his side. But now, even Ron had distanced himself from him.
"Hi, Justin!"
Justin Finch Fletchley, Hufflepuff fourth year student, one of Harry's best friends from Hufflepuff.
But when the other party saw Harry at this time, he pretended not to know him.
This made Harry a little sad, but soon he was relieved.
In Hufflepuff's view, him being chosen as a champion is robbing them of their honor, so it's understandable to be treated like this by them.
Harry comforted himself in his heart. He suddenly wanted to see what Lucas, who is also a champion, would look like now.
Speaking of the devil…
Harry just turned the corner and saw Lucas walking ahead.
Thinking that Lucas should be in the same situation as him, Harry suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, unexpectedly…
"Mr. Grindelwald, can you sign this for me?"
Several girls suddenly ran out from the side and surrounded Lucas as they dragged their school bags with both hands.
The eyes looking at Lucas were shining.
Harry had seen those girls before, they were still looking for Cedric and Krum's autographs just now.
Harry smiled wryly and shook his head.
Sure enough, he was the only one out of the five champions who was unwelcome.
Facts have also proved this point.
Those girls were getting the champions' autographs, but when they saw Harry standing not far away, they didn't come forward to ask for his autograph.
Instead, they pressed the badges on their chests and the words "Potter Stinks" appeared again.
He spent a difficult day in such an environment.
Even when he met Professor Sprout, he found that she was no longer enthusiastic when she looked at him.
…
At night, Lucas was sitting at his desk looking through a book he had brought back from the library.
There was a knock on the door suddenly.
Opening the door, Draco stepped in.
At this moment, there is no more confusion in his eyes, but an unusual firmness.
"Lucas, I've already thought about it, what should I do to defeat you-know-who?"
Very good!
If the small fish takes the bait, the big fish will not be far away!.