HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Theodore subtly raised his eyes and met a pair of grey-blue eyes.

We've been discovered? So what?

Surprisingly, the owner of the gray-blue eyes did not show any anger.

Theodore raised an eyebrow, but unfortunately, his gaze was sharp enough to notice Draco's clenched, white fingers.

Given the current situation, Theodore quickly understood that Draco was afraid that his emotional fluctuations would attract attention, so he followed his emotions to find Landric.

His Majesty is truly skilled at training people.

Landric felt a prickling sensation on his back. He looked up, and a sense of guilt instantly arose within him.

It's like a cheating husband being caught red-handed by his virtuous wife, who is afraid of upsetting him and doesn't dare to make a fuss.

She would only stare at her husband with a pitiful expression, trying to awaken his conscience.

Landric: What a strange sense of déjà vu. In just a short while, he felt like his conscience was about to grow back.

Pushing Theodore aside, he said, "You can talk to me about those things after you've truly taken control of the Nott family."

Theodore straightened up using Landric's strength, and then dropped a bombshell.

"My king, the Nott family is yours now."

! !

"you……"

Theodore smiled shyly.

That's good; he underestimated Theodore.

"Rozier Estate welcomes you this summer."

Landric leaned against the wall again and closed his eyes, appearing unwilling to communicate with Theodore.

Theodore knew it was time for him to leave.

With a flick of his finger, the space next to Landric instantly became empty.

He returned to his spot, which was also a corner.

Landric wondered if Theodore's brain might suddenly die for a moment? Otherwise, why would he be so irrational as to choose to discuss these things with him during this dueling class?

Theodore's brain was very active at the moment, and he quickly received Landric's brainwaves, staring at him with a resentful look.

Do you really think I can find time to be alone with you? Don't you have any idea who's taking up your time every day?

...How could Your Majesty be wrong?

Landric rolled his eyes.

Snape's one-sided torment of Lockhart has ended.

Lockhart truly gave everyone a show of complete submission, lying on the ground, his face pale, facing a corner of the classroom—where he happened to see Landric.

The resentment in his eyes was only caught by Landric for a moment before it vanished immediately, replaced by an overwhelming surge of joy.

Did he study in China? He really learned the essence of Sichuan Opera face-changing.

Snape was incredibly perceptive.

Lockhart propped himself up, stood up unsteadily, and gave the audience another bright smile.

"Alright, alright, it seems our Professor Snape is quite something. But now that the teachers' battle is over, shouldn't the young wizards have their turn? Don't you think so, Harry?"

Snape's wrist twitched rapidly.

Lockhart's eyes quickly scanned the young wizards in the classroom.

Seeing the smile in Landric's eyes, he guessed correctly.

"Come on up, Harry Potter, and let Professor Snape choose an opponent for you!"

Harry took two steps back, looking at him as if to say, "Don't come any closer."

Snape instinctively said, "Rand..."

Before the name was even finished being read, a blur of motion rushed onto the stage.

An eerie silence fell over the classroom...