Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 116 The Shadow of the Death Eaters

After failing to win over Damon, Harry's Parseltongue voice piqued the interest of the Slytherins.

If they can win over Harry, they can also indirectly get close to Damon, who has a good relationship with Harry.

The winds of change were beginning to blow within the academy.

The people from the other three houses began to criticize Harry, believing that Harry, who had mastered Parseltongue, was evil, otherwise he wouldn't have let the snakes attack Justin.

But the Slytherins were quite happy, and they would even greet Harry when they saw him on the street—even though they were rivals in Quidditch.

To be honest, all of this annoyed Harry to no end.

But there's someone even more annoying than Harry, countless times more annoying, Lockhart.

Everyone was talking about the Duel Club, about what happened back then, but! Not! A single person! Discussed! Professor Lockhart!
Even the annoying Snape, because he was Damon's rival, was often mentioned, and his strength was subtly ranked among the top tier of teachers in the minds of young wizards.

Lockhart, however, seemed to have been forgotten by everyone!
When they saw Professor Lockhart in the corridor, they were no longer enthusiastic; instead, they avoided him—if they made eye contact with Lockhart, they would all wear the same awkward smile.

Damn it! This smile is so awful that even Lockhart, who has won the Witcher Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, can't stand it!
We must find a way to reclaim his rightful reputation!
His Hogwarts journey must have a perfect ending within a year, such as a shocking news story that will give him enough material to write another book!
For example, the descendants of Slytherin?
Hmm. This story doesn't quite fit him well, but it's quite good enough as a side story. And then there's Master White's secret?

To be honest, after witnessing Damon's superb dueling skills, Lockhart began to doubt the existence of that secret. However, dueling has nothing to do with theory. Even the smartest child, could he really research a theory that breaks Gump's transformation law?

Even that terrifying, mysterious man couldn't do that when he was young.

Lockhart thought it over and over and was still inclined to believe that this was the result of Dumbledore discovering it early on but keeping it a secret until now.

"Yes, he didn't want to be in the public eye, and he didn't want people to think of him as a politician or an ambitious man, so he supported a child and helped him rise to the top step by step."

What sensational news!
If he can dig it out!

"Then let's begin with the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin!"

"you are late."

Inside the Ministry of Magic, Mad-Eye Moody stared at Damon with a hostile expression.

"Sorry, something came up."

"That won't do! What do you take Auror training for? Are you going to say, 'Oh, sorry, something came up and I was held up,' when a mission comes?"
I hope you'll actually have the courage to say those words to the victims' families when the time comes.

Damon was having a bit of a headache dealing with the incessant chatter of Mad-Eye Moody.

This kind of domineering male boss is really hard to handle. If it weren't for his respect for what the other person had done, he really wouldn't want to indulge him.

Seeing that Damon was just listening silently without saying a word, Mad Eye Moody thought that the boy probably didn't understand his good intentions, and there was no point in saying more.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly turned cold, but despite Moody's harsh words, he didn't actually punish Damon for being late.

Others were used to this "privilege"—they always completed their tasks perfectly, and instead of thinking about other things, they should think about how to improve their training.

Especially for student council president Carl Flint, the pressure from Damon was immense—he could clearly see that in this Auror selection, only Damon would be his opponent; the others were obviously not taking it seriously enough and lacked drive.

Regardless of whether the final selection result is a choice between two options or multiple options, he only needs to do one thing—make Damon his target and chase after him relentlessly!
"You're here? This is today's training assignment."

As soon as Damon arrived, his teammate Rupert laughed and explained the current training session to him. "Moody's personality is really unbearable, isn't it? He wasn't like this before, poor guy. He's been tormented by too much dark magic, which has made him a bit abnormal."

Rupert said a few good words for Moody, and soon he joined training with Damon.

"Well, none of that matters."

Damon sighed, not for Mad Eyes Moody, but for the training.

If he were to train diligently for three years, he might fall behind in many areas—if Voldemort were to take control of the Ministry of Magic before him, he wouldn't hold back against those "forced to surrender" opportunists.

Another half-day of training ended, and the sun set.

Damon straightened his clothes, preparing to Apparate away, when he suddenly heard a strange alarm—a sound he had never heard before, sharp and unsettling.

Tense footsteps echoed throughout the Auror office floor as one Auror office after another opened, and all the remaining Aurors who had returned responded quickly.

Everyone knew something had happened.

Moody looked at the group with a grim expression:

"Training is over for today. All of you, disperse immediately!"

His gaze was fixed on Damon, as if to say, "Don't try anything funny!"

He knew that Damon was still determined to graduate early and would definitely want to seize this opportunity to intervene in the matter.

To Moody's surprise, Damon simply left obediently, even walking directly out of the second floor and going down to the first floor with Rupert.

"Moody! Hurry!"

"understood!"

Moody followed into the operations office—an alarm that alerted the entire floor was clearly a serious incident, often linked to Death Eaters.

After the mysterious man lost power, most of the rats in the sewers went into hiding and were relatively well-behaved, but there were always a few lunatics who would cause trouble from time to time.

"They're Death Eaters, damn it! Three Muggles have been turned into rats and taken to the wizarding world. If one of the 'rats' hadn't escaped and been run over by our Aurors, they would be on the British border. Two Aurors are trying to stop them. We need to Apparate there immediately."

By the time the news reached here, they've probably already clashed at Blackcrane Fortress.

"Now that the situation is clear, I'll head over there first. Those of you who need to organize the magical items should catch up as soon as possible."

Snapped.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers exploding, one Auror disappeared from the office first.

Snapped.

Moody reappeared in his office, took three magical items, and then disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)