Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin 174 Back at Hogwarts

It was Christmas since he had asked no one to send him any gifts everyone followed suit and didn't. He woke up to the sound of Walter snoring annoyed he rubbed his eyes as he cursed his luck, now feeling a little bit of annoyance Theodore might have felt due to his late-night activities.

Ever since the day of the planning, Walter and Arya had stuck together with them not even going home for Christmas to stick around him. Draco walked around the empty hall as he made his way to the hall for breakfast. Since not all students went back to Durmstrang there will still some students around but his eyes quickly caught the guy in a wheelchair.

"Not going to run from me this time are you?" Draco said as he sat next to none other than Ryan who seemed to be enjoying his breakfast.

"I thought I'll give you an early morning Christmas gift." Ryan spoke his first words to Draco after two months of him being here as they looked at one another.

"What do you think will stop me from killing you here and now?" Draco said as he lifted his wand from within his robe as a knife floated around mid-air, "I don't even need a complex spell to get you, just a basic one and you're done."

"But you won't, because I know you want a decent future." Ryan said, "Kill me now and no matter the connections you have you'll still be in Azkaban rotting away."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't harm you." Draco said as the knife flew directly towards Ryan's eyes who didn't even flinch, but the knife took a deep dive and stabbed him in his leg.

"Paralyzed, huh? Draco said casually as he took a sandwich from Ryan's plate, "I wonder if you'll wince if I stabbed you in the stomach though?"

As he was talking the knife never stopped as it kept stabbing one leg after another as blood filled his seat. Looking annoyed Ryan took out his wand and flicked the knife away healing his wounds.

"Did I break you or something?" Ryan asked.

"I think so." Draco said casually, "You know people in our previous world would surely call me crazy as I want nothing more than just to kill you right here and now. As long as you're dead, things go back to the way they were before with me in control."

"And I thought I was to play the villain in this story."

"You were but I guess that roles suit me better. Draco Malfoy, the bully, and the bad guy." Draco said, "But are you really going to pretend that you don't want to do the same?"

"I do of course." Ryan nodded, "But I plan to do much more."

Draco felt something probe his mind but he quickly pulled his defenses up, shooting a fork at his hands again, causing Ryan to flinch.

"Looks like you have done much better than last time." Ryan said as he pulled out the fork from his hand, "You didn't even notice it before."

"I guess so." Draco shrugged, "But you've remained the same for which I am very thankful, to be honest. You know all this time I wondered about how to defeat you and how to win against you but slowly I came to realize that you're just an empty husk of a shell as I am."

Ryan glared at Draco continued, "As you said, I can't kill you in front of all these people but neither can you. I mean, you're more pathetic than me, this is our first time talking face to face and I've managed to stab you 28 times already. While you can't do anything but glare to keep up the whole pitiful boy in a wheelchair facade. From far away you might have chances of winning and granted I don't know what you've planned but as long as I am close to you, you and I both know that I don't need a wand to end your life."

"You're correct." Ryan nodded, "But that doesn't make me weak, it makes me stronger. While your emotions will slowly begin to corrupt you."

Draco rolled his eyes as he stood up. The whole corrupt things did raise some question but he wasn't going to let it show in his face.

"You better watch your back." Ryan hissed at him, "The game has just started."

"And I have already made the first move," Draco added as he left the hall.

Going out he took out a bunch of keys from within his robe, one of which was vibrating seriously. "Looks like this Christmas is getting even better by the minute."

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It had been three months since Draco had gone to Durmstrang. Since the whole dueling episode with Draco, Professor Lockhart had been teaching them seriously with everything he could muster but after ever since Draco went to Durmstrang, Lockhart had somehow again managed to fall back into his old ways. Some of his fans in school who were still around were at least happy that he had managed to get over his defeat but the fact he pretended like Draco didn't even exist left some people to think that it was trauma at work.

But it wasn't happiness for all people. Instead of teaching them about the spell and how to protect themselves, he read passages from his books to them and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.

Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their very next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. Several times he wanted to refuse but would give up pitying his condition.

"Nice loud howl, Harry — exactly — and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced — like this —slammed him to the floor — thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down — with my other, I put my wand to his throat — I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan — go on, Harry — higher than that — good — the fur vanished — the fangs shrank — and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective — and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."
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The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet.

"Homework — compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"I wish I could join the Slytherins, for the first time in my life." Harry said frustratingly, "I mean at least they don't have to attend the classes and I am sure they are surpassing us in every level."

"I heard that Black left his notes for them." Ron said nodding, "I am sure with it they can easily breeze through this year, let alone this subject. Just when I thought my initial doubts about Lockhart were wrong he goes back to proving himself to be that same moronic professor we knew before."

"I know, I was actually glad that he was teaching us something nice for a change."

"Do you think the match with Black broke him or something?" Ron said as he quickly stood straight looking back at Hermione, who he was sure was going to complain to him about talking bad about a teacher but looking at Hermione she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.

Chapter end