I don't know if he has forgotten it, but the "false memory" that Mr. Lockhart "implanted" in his mind has not faded over time.

That dreamlike memory supported his continuous participation in the "Memory Magic" project. Even if he was in a trance and felt unwell, he gritted his teeth and endured it little by little.

Just like the simulations of Gilderoy Lockhart, Nico Flamel and others, the initiation-style memory burning is effective, and Draco Malfoy can clearly feel the changes in himself.

In less than half a year, his knowledge of spells and magic has reached the level of a fifth grader.

Perhaps there is still some lack of understanding, but in terms of pure ability and knowledge, he has the capital to ignore those ineffective social interactions.

He finally understood what Elena said, that Slytherin House, at least the Slytherin House he had been with now, did not have any aristocratic social rules.

As a Slytherin, if you must find something to motivate you, then there is only one: a family connected by blood.

"Listen, Marcus - my parents are at the castle and I have to pick them up."

Draco Malfoy said in a calm tone, the wand in his hand swaying from side to side like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

"If you have any objections, I don't mind spending two minutes knocking down...eh? Dad? Mom?"

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he stared blankly outside the stone wall.

Right in front of everyone, his father, who he remembered as always being steady and serious, was posing in a strange posture, facing the door of the Slytherin lounge.

As for mom——

"Hmm? Did you have any conflict with your classmates? Draco."

Narcissa Malfoy smiled slightly, and the wand appeared in her hand at some point.

Ignoring her husband who was still desperately clearing his throat to get rid of the embarrassment, she quickly walked into the lounge and put her arms around her son's shoulders.

"It's not good to argue, Draco. Oh, Mr. Derek, Mrs. Renata, you're here too - this is my son, Draco."

Mrs. Malfoy looked around at the young wizards in the lounge while greeting the adult wizards who arrived first in the lounge with great ease.

Although there was no edge or uncomfortable strength, Narcissa Malfoy naturally became the focus of the crowd just by standing there.

And Lucius Malfoy also returned to his former decent and arrogant gentleman appearance, and walked quickly to his wife's side.

"I heard that you are going to participate in the college competition later? Do you know who your opponent is?"

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"Malfoy brat?! Well, this is a bit tricky-"

In the Gryffindor House lounge, Arthur Weasley touched the stubble on his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Harry, I don't think you are not talented, but you are only in the second year - at this age, it is definitely an advantage to be exposed to magic first, and that guy Lucius may have secretly taught his son some weird black magic at home...

...Although the school does not allow you to teach you magic before entering school, most wizarding families will not abide by this matter..."

"Hey, obviously, it seems that we are the group outside the majority of families?"

Ginny Weasley interrupted casually as she hugged a big gold-red cushion and curled up on the sofa by the fireplace.

"Anyway, I'm going to put a spell on it. If I can't win, I'll just admit defeat——"

"The innate gap is too big, we can't beat..."

Miss Weasley glanced at her father who seemed to be trying to preach, but before he could speak, she blinked.

"Irina's grandfather is the former principal of Kodosdorez Magic School. Mr. Ivanovich is called the Dumbledore of the Soviet Union..."

"Well--"

Arthur Weasley's preaching words choked in his throat. He turned his head and looked at his eldest son who was sitting next to him and was responsible for heating water.

"Ginny is right - in terms of magic dueling skills alone, Fred and George might be able to..."

"Hey, hey, Bill! That's too much!" Fred and George instantly became furious.

"Don't worry, I have analyzed it carefully and our winning rate is very high——"

At this moment, Percy calmly pushed up his glasses, put down the notebook in his hand, and said confidently.

"The lower grades just have to do their best. Slytherin is no match for us in doubles and team competitions, especially in team competitions - we have Bill and Charlie here!"

"Uh...yeah..." The corners of Bill Weasley's mouth twitched.

With the witch personally supervising the battle, he saw the outcome from the moment he saw the list of participants for the opponent's team competition.

As a researcher who is about to be promoted to A-level, Bill is very aware of the combat effectiveness of that group of "WIBs (Wizards in Black Robes)".

Even if it is just the assessment period, it is not something that a "civilian" like him can compete with. He just hopes that the guys on the opposite side will attack as quickly and neatly as possible without creating any combat effects, otherwise it will be too difficult for him, Charlie and others

, that would be too painful...

"By the way, where's mom, didn't she come today?" Charlie Weasley looked around and asked curiously.

As time went by, many parents of students arrived at Hogwarts one after another, and most of them were accompanied by their parents.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall seems to have something going on and wants to talk to your mother alone..."

Arthur Weasley replied casually, glancing at his children, "You didn't get into any trouble at school, right?"

"Well--"

"No no."

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On the other side, Professor McGonagall's office.

Molly Weasley took a deep breath and slowly put down the parchment in front of her.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I may have to think about it again..."

"It's okay, Molly."

Professor McGonagall smiled and shook her head, firmly pushing the parchment in front of Mrs. Weasley.

"You can take it back and think about it slowly - this is just an intention. Regarding the matter of adding new subjects, we have to wait for Professor Dumbledore to come back before it can be officially finalized. But my personal suggestion is that this is indeed a good idea for you.

It’s an opportunity, don’t reject it so quickly——”

"All right--"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Molly Weasley rolled up the employment letter signed by the principal.

Lecturer on "Everyday Used Magic" at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

Is she really qualified for this course?

Moreover, there is also Arthur's side...

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Chapter completed!