After dinner, Kurt was sitting alone on the sofa in the Slytherin common room, clearly waiting for Sean on purpose.
Sean had always wondered why whenever Kurt was in the common room, the other students seemed unwilling to linger. The spacious room would end up with only him sitting there.
"Kurt, you were looking for me?" Sean asked as he walked over.
Kurt waved his hand, signaling Sean to sit down. Then he spoke in a seasoned tone.
"Sean, you know that I'm already in my seventh year. I'll graduate in June. For the next president of Ouroboros, I plan to hand the position to Theo, but I know your potential far surpasses his."
So that was what this was about. Sean had never even considered becoming some sort of president.
Ouroboros was both a study group for top students and a circle for exchanging knowledge about dark magic. If it existed openly, it would be an extremely eye-catching student organization.
But because of the involvement with dark magic, it could only exist underground—and an underground organization that could barely do anything at that. Being its president honestly didn't mean much.
"Theo is pretty outstanding. If he becomes president, he should be able to help everyone a lot. I think that's perfectly fine," Sean said honestly.
Kurt shook his head and looked at Sean meaningfully.
"Theo is good, but he's not enough to make Ouroboros shock the world."
"Do you know who founded Ouroboros?" Kurt suddenly asked.
Sean knew very little about Ouroboros. Before joining, he had never even heard of it, though he vaguely suspected it had something to do with that person.
Sean shook his head.
Kurt lowered his voice mysteriously.
"Tom Riddle."
Sean thought, Just as I expected, but he put on a confused expression, as if he had never heard the name before.
Kurt had anticipated this reaction and continued in a whisper.
"He's the Dark Lord. It was he who founded the Ouroboros Wizard Society. When he was still a student, he had already begun studying dark magic. Later he secretly gathered several students and established Ouroboros."
"How could that be? It was the Dark Lord!" Sean exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. He looked around nervously and even half rose from the sofa.
"Shh." Kurt pushed him back down.
"I'm only telling you this because I value you. The Dark Lord will return sooner or later. When that time comes, the Ministry of Magic won't be able to stop him. Anyone who resists him will suffer."
"You're outstanding—extremely outstanding. When he returns, if you lead the organization he once created and pledge allegiance to him, you'll definitely be highly valued."
These outrageous words sounded almost unbelievable coming from a student.
Sean looked shocked on the surface, but inwardly he grumbled, Brother, you're saying this to a second-year student? Threats and temptations—who exactly are you trying to scare?
"You're telling me all this… aren't you afraid I'll report it to Dumbledore?" Sean asked.
"Do you really think Dumbledore doesn't know about the existence of Ouroboros?" Kurt countered.
Sean fell silent. Dumbledore really did know about it, but he had always turned a blind eye, allowing Ouroboros to continue.
The group kept a low profile in school and never caused trouble. As for whether some of its members joined the Death Eaters after graduation, that was beyond what Dumbledore could control.
Previously, Kurt had never directly mentioned the Death Eaters or the Dark Lord. Instead, he tried to tempt Sean toward darkness indirectly by praising the power of dark magic.
But this year he would graduate, and he wouldn't have many opportunities to talk to Sean at school anymore. So he decided to use this conversation to make Sean declare his stance.
For most students, this would have been explosive news.
"I need to think about it," Sean said with a troubled expression, as if seriously considering the matter.
"Trust me. He'll return soon enough. Joining him is the wise choice," Kurt coaxed.
Sean almost laughed.
The uncle and nephew had completely different attitudes toward Voldemort—one playing both sides, the other worshiping him wholeheartedly.
Lucius had already planned to sacrifice Sean by giving him the diary, hoping Sean would release the Basilisk and let it "purify" Hogwarts.
Meanwhile, his nephew Kurt was trying to recruit Sean and gather talent for the Dark Lord's eventual return.
And Draco's aunt, Bellatrix, was still thinking about killing Sean.
The Malfoy family's relatives were truly fascinating.
They were all working under Voldemort—and they were relatives too. Yet none of them seemed to share the same intentions.
Sean didn't tell anyone about the conversation that night. If it had been another student, they might have spent the whole night restless—either terrified and preparing to side with the Dark Lord in the future, or rushing to report the matter to a professor.
But even if Sean told Dumbledore, what could Dumbledore do to Kurt? Send him to the Ministry for spreading rumors? Dumbledore wouldn't do that. He was always extremely tolerant toward students.
Sean didn't take Kurt's words seriously. After returning to his dormitory, he focused entirely on analyzing the magic framework of the Flight Charm. The complexity of the spell demanded his full concentration and made him forget all trivial matters.
Kurt thought he had revealed something earth-shattering that would keep Sean awake all night.
Little did he know that what he considered a treasure meant nothing to Sean.
On Thursday morning, the first class was finally Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin and Gryffindor together.
Sean remembered that last year's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class had also been shared with Gryffindor—and that he had petrified Yovich.
This year, the Weasley twins were eagerly anticipating what Sean might do to the new professor.
"Good morning, students," Professor Morisse said with a smile.
"Good morning, Professor," the class replied in unison.
Sean studied the young and cheerful professor. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he seemed very approachable. Compared to last year's Yovich, Professor Morisse had already left the students with a very good impression.
"Today's lesson will be a simple yet practical spell—one that's very useful for protecting yourselves," Morisse said.
He turned and wrote Disarming Charm on the blackboard.
"So that's today's spell," Sean muttered.
The Disarming Charm was indeed extremely useful. Moreover, the stronger the caster's magical power, the stronger the spell's effect.
Morisse spent half an hour explaining the theory. The Disarming Charm consisted of three magical frameworks, and the formulas used to calculate them were relatively simple. Under normal circumstances, students could master the spell within two weeks.
After the theory portion, Morisse invited a student to come up and demonstrate the spell with him.
Although many students recommended Sean, Morisse chose Lee Jordan from Gryffindor instead.
Perhaps he had heard about how Sean had petrified Yovich last year and deliberately avoided giving him the opportunity.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.
But Sean didn't rush to leave the classroom.
He walked up to the podium and asked directly,
"Professor, I heard from some fifth-year students that you demonstrated the Patronus Charm in class?"
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