Chapter 508 Changes in the Unchanged

Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.

Whether it was the funeral in the blizzard or Voldemort's arrival, nothing changed. Even the actions of all the guests withdrawing to the castle were exactly the same as someone remembered.

And Draco was one of those who hastily retreated.

"...Please enter the castle in order to avoid the incoming enemies...don't panic, please trust us...please believe that Hogwarts can handle it..."

Professor McGonagall had just commanded a group of professors to hold up the protective spell, and then hurriedly turned around to greet the panicked guests to settle down.

It's just that when facing Voldemort's attack, how many people can really calm down?

Draco was squeezed in the crowd, struggling to look back. Above Hogwarts Castle, a layer of translucent magic barrier has appeared, and just outside the barrier, several huge Dark Marks hang high in the air, heralding the imminent disaster.

"Voldemort is coming!"

Like everyone else, Draco had only one thought on his mind. But unlike others, his idea seemed more pure.

Because who else had only recently seen Voldemort?

Draco didn't know how he was feeling right now, he couldn't figure it out. If someone had asked him before this, he might have said that he would be angry, or that he would be afraid... But now, his heart seemed to be in a mess, so complicated that even he couldn't understand it.

Not long after, Draco with a dazed face was pushed through the gate of the castle in a daze by the crowd, and came into the huge hall.

"Please don't linger in the hall, everyone, go underground...please go to the stairs..."

Professor McGonagall was still giving instructions, and most of the guests were in a daze. After hearing her words, they continued to move as if they had a goal.

He was so dazed outside the door before, but Draco was already a step behind many people, but now he could only squeeze in the last group of people and move forward together.

I have to say that the order of the wizards is actually pretty good. Although everyone only wanted to escape for their lives at first, but under the command of someone, their actions were not as chaotic as imagined. Not long after, Draco found himself at the stairs too.

"Shidun is dispatched!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the hallway behind him, Draco stopped and looked back. At this moment, he saw that astonishing scene.

On the towering walls around the foyer, all the sculptures and armor jumped from their original positions, and the sound of rumbling and heavy hitting the ground was endless. Draco could still hear it vaguely, and it seemed that the same voice sounded in the corridor above the castle tower, as if the statues and armors in the whole castle came to life!

And right in the middle of the foyer, Professor McGonagall was holding a wand, and his face was full of energy. Draco couldn't imagine how such a spell could be mastered.

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

Following Professor McGonagall's loud shout, all the statues of knights held their swords upside down and fell to the ground in a uniform manner, then turned up the stone swords in their hands, and lined up to go outside the door in an orderly manner. .

At this time, Minerva McGonagall truly showed her courage as the headmaster of Hogwarts. But I saw her standing in the center of the knight formation, like an imposing general of a legion.

But at this moment, there was a sudden bang outside the castle, as if something had slammed heavily on the ground in the vestibule, and Draco even felt a sudden shock under his feet.

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

"Did Voldemort break in?" Draco was startled,

Subconsciously want to turn back.

"...It's too late, close the gate of the castle immediately!"

Seeing that everyone had returned to the hall, Professor McGonagall waved her wand decisively. After a rattling hinge, the heavy door rumbled shut.

The rest of the stone statues of knights who hadn't had time to get out, as well as the various stone sculptures of strange beasts that were still moving upstairs and down, were all locked in the castle.

The professors didn't go to the basement. Their hearts were attached to the castle and the entire campus. For them, this place is not just a place of work, it is actually more like another home for them.

Among them, most of them have served at Hogwarts for a long time, and there are even some like Professor Binns who are still teaching after death. It is conceivable that the charm of Hogwarts is not only for students, it is also the most important place in the hearts of most faculty members.

Of course, there are still some people who don't care so much about Hogwarts. Of all the wizards who have served as professors at Hogwarts, Slughorn is one.

Just now, he also participated in the action of propping up the magic barrier, but when he saw that the door was closed, he hurriedly ran towards the stairs.

"Oh, um... boy, are you a Hogwarts student too?"

As a matter of course, Slughorn immediately ran into Draco who was still watching blankly at the top of the stairs. This old man is dressed quite brightly today, and his bald hair is still combed meticulously. If people do not know, they may think that he is here to attend some ballroom dance!

"Ah! Hello, sir..." Draco raised his chin subconsciously. This is his habitual action. Co—Draco Malfoy, you're right, I'm a Slytherin student."

"Oh—Malfoy? Are you Lucius' son?" Slughorn raised his eyebrows, nodded with a smile, "Your father mentioned you to me, yes...Slytherin, good!"

He paused for a moment, but said with high spirits: "As you probably know, most of your Malfoy families are Slytherins—this is an excellent academy, isn't it?"

"I think you're right," Draco nodded reservedly, "Sir... please forgive me for being rude, I didn't ask you for the first time, who is—"

Since he was a child, Draco has received the most orthodox education of pure-blood wizards, so there is no shortage of etiquette. It's just that his parents dote on him, but he is always a little domineering, and he often appears a little domineering when he gets along with his peers.

"Oh, I'm Horace Slughorn, and I suppose you've heard of me."

Slughorn's face is extremely thick, but in fact he is not talking nonsense, after all, what he is best at is managing various interpersonal relationships, and there are quite a few people who know him.

"You are Mr. Slughorn?" Draco asked in surprise. "I do know you. You taught my father! Today you are... oh, of course you came to the funeral..."

When Slughorn heard this, he just smiled subtly, and did not immediately say that he would return to teach in the next school year.

It was only natural for him to hide this matter, after all, Voldemort was outside now! Who knows if there will be a "next school year" at Hogwarts?

If Hogwarts was occupied by Voldemort, he would run away immediately. As vain as he was, Slughorn had no desire to serve under Voldemort, and he knew what that would mean.

"Okay, let's stop talking here, let's go down first!" Slughorn suddenly put his arms around Draco's shoulders, and said solemnly, "It's too dangerous for you here, come on, I'll see you off." You go down...with me here, you have nothing to worry about, right?"

Obviously he wanted to sneak to a safe place to avoid this innocent disaster, but he said it as if he was here to help the students. To be honest, this bald old man's thick skin is probably unmatched by anyone in the world.

However, at this moment, everyone in the castle suddenly felt an indescribable coolness that spread from top to bottom. Draco and Slughorn, as well as the professors in the hall, obviously felt it, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

This feeling is very strange, as if someone poured a basin of cool spring water from above their heads, which made their nervous minds calm down instantly.

"What's the matter? What happened just now?" Draco asked with a confused expression.

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

"Why?" Draco heard the words, and immediately looked at the old man beside him.

"Because in the power of that magic, I don't feel cruelty and ferocity... yes, there is no negative spirit," Slughorn frowned, "that is not the type of magic that Voldemort is interested in. "

"...Is that so?"

Hearing Slughorn say that, Draco couldn't help but feel that it made sense. 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 very well that what Voldemort and his Death Eaters favored most were those vicious spells.

As he thought about it, he subconsciously looked up at the top of his head, because the coolness just now fell from above. It didn't matter what he looked at, but he saw a figure that seemed somewhat familiar!