Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

The midday sun fell on the ground through the giant Whomping Willows, forming countless bright fragments.

The breeze blows gently, and some other leaves are constantly making cheerful sounds of salad, there is a faint fragrance of grass in the air, and even a few crisp birdsong can be heard from a distance .

At this time, the castle was full of students returning to school after the festival. They stepped into the campus again in pairs, with smiles on their faces.

Brian came out of the auditorium, looked at the figures walking in the distance, and let out a breath slowly.Ron and Hermione came out from behind him.

"Yo, isn't that the murderer's friends, slugs, mudbloods, and trash?"

Malfoy approached with Goyle and Crabbe, with the arrogance of a pure-blood family, and said it very lightly.

"If I were you, I would hide in the dormitory and stay still. After all, being friends with a murderer is not much better. But... the paupers of the Weasley family saw the name of the savior People will stick to it and lick it, mudbloods and scumbags... dogs will understand."

Malfoy's personality has always been wild. Obviously, he was very upset when he lost to Harry Potter last time. He would not let it go if he had the opportunity to use his words. He sneered coldly, and Goyle and Crabbe behind him also Laughed loudly in agreement.

Hearing these mocking voices, Ron's eyes were filled with flames, and he almost couldn't help rushing forward, but was held tightly by Hermione, because Snape's gaze was not far away.

As more and more people watched around him, Brian glanced at him.

"Where's your dress?"

The students from Gryffindor suddenly remembered the bet, their eyes rolled and landed on Malfoy, and they shouted in agreement.

"Women's clothes! Women's clothes!"

"When will Master Malfoy of Slytherin complete your bet?"

"Hahahaha, shouldn't it be fear!"

As the booing sound became louder, Malfoy's face froze, and then gradually turned ferocious.

"Do you think I, Malfoy, swear like a fart like you?"

"I didn't gamble, and I didn't lose." Ron muttered to himself, but Malfoy could hear it clearly from such a close distance, his face turned red to the extreme, but he couldn't help it In a word.

Malfoy stared at Ron viciously for a long time, then turned around and pushed away the onlookers, and left here angrily.

When the master left, the farce was naturally unbearable, the atmosphere suddenly became quieter, and the people who were eating melons also left one after another to go about their own affairs. After all, they had just returned to school and still had a lot of things to do.

Hermione and Ron were also about to go back to the dormitory to unwrap Christmas presents. They came to the auditorium just after they were discharged from the hospital. They thought they had escaped from the shadow, but Ron didn't move at all, and Hermione just ate a few slices of toast. Go back directly.

Brian couldn't go back with the two of them, because there was someone standing there not far away looking at him with a half-smile.

Sonia's eyelids twitched slightly, and she said with a smile, "Schoolmate, have you...forgot something?"

Hidden behind the smile is endless murderous intent, one cannot fall twice at the same place, if there is a second time, there must be no third time.

Brian took out two revised manuscripts of fantasy novels that he had been sleeping with for the past two days from his pocket, and handed them to Sonia, with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this specially prepared to surprise you? How about it, is it a surprise or not?"

Sonia folded her hands on her chest, looked at Brian quietly and said.

"Then why can't you surprise me on Christmas Day? I remember someone promised me that."

While Brian was thinking about why he couldn't give it to her on Christmas Day, Sonia was already reading the manuscript.

"How is it? Do you feel like a big wave of money is rushing towards you?" Brian asked tentatively.

Sonia glanced at him and said, "It's okay? But..."

"But what?" Brian looked at her with surprise on his face and said, "This is a manuscript that I spent a month thinking about and writing. How is it that you put your heart into it?"

For the sake of the safety and security between the Hogwarts senior sister and the juniors, it is very normal to say that, after all, there is a rhetorical technique called exaggeration.Besides, the time ratio between the time-space secret realm and the real world is 10:1, so Bryan can't be considered a lie.

Who made her Sonia, the eldest lady of the Wallis family?

Sonia thought for a while and said, "The handwriting on this is too sloppy. There are still many places where the sentences don't make sense, and there is no artistic conception. In terms of words, I need to think more carefully. You can revise a copy for me!"

Conscience, the handwriting on the manuscript of "The Biography of Olyfia" that Brian gave her before is almost exactly the same as this one. As for any sentences that don't make sense, she only read it for 2 minutes and then asked herself to revise them all. What does this have to do with playing games? the difference.

However, looking at Sonia's eyes, he could only nod his conscience: "I made a mistake, I will change it when I go back."

Sonia's complexion finally softened, she nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's a bit of a conscience, how about the gift I gave you, do you like it?"

In order to catch up with the draft, Brian has not had time to remove any of the Christmas gift boxes, but in order to finally ease the tension, he can only nod his head and say: "Very good, I like it very much, it is of great help to me !"

Sonia looked at him calmly, "But the box I gave you is for Achill's snacks."

......

Brian sat by the fireplace in the library and rubbed his hands vigorously, then picked up a quill, and began to write on the paper spread out on the table.

The library, which has not yet opened, is deserted, with only a few students sitting in it.

Brian had calmed Sonia's emotions just now, but he still couldn't escape the disaster after all.He can do everything in the face of Voldemort, and he can be considerate in the face of Quirrell, but he has been single for two lifetimes, but he can't be steady when facing women. Now he has to write exactly the same as the printed characters in the textbook to pass the test.

But who told her to be Sonia, a senior?I have received enough help from her, so I just pass the time with her, what's the big deal?But it's just a two-day useless wrist.

When Brian reached chapter ten, Sonia called him off.After checking it, she nodded in satisfaction, and asked with a frown, "Did something happen to you at Christmas?"

Brian rubbed his wrists and shook his head.

Sonia thought for a while, looked at him with her arms around her and said, "How about another fifty chapters?"