Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Draco, make room for Crabbe and Goyle," Pansy suggested.

She looked at the boy with hope, as if she had a sure win.

Draco refused without thinking: "They are just staying together, why should we kick them out?"

Crabbe and Goyle were originally preparing to take the dessert out, but after hearing what Draco said, they sat down, even deliberately tore open the packaging and started chewing loudly.

They were already tall and strong, and they had set up their stall so large that there was no room for the girls.

The two of them were not as stupid as they looked. On the contrary, they were quite good at judging people and treating them well.

"Let's go!" Pansy glared at the two idiots and led the Greengrass sisters out of our exclusive carriage.

Before leaving, Astoria was still looking around inside.

When she saw me, she turned around with a red face and followed her sister, jogging all the way.

In the official fan fiction, it is introduced that she inherited the curse carried by her family blood, which caused her to be physically weak. She passed away when Scorpius was in his third year, leaving behind a heartbroken Draco.

Each living life will, for various reasons, bloom beautifully for a short time, like brilliant fireworks, and then disappear at an extremely fast speed.

I hope to be by Draco's side forever.

Astoria, I'm sorry, I want to break up the relationship.

"Aurora, what are you thinking about? You look so serious..."

"Astoria..." I muttered.

"Ash what? Is it a spell?" Draco was confused.

"Nothing..." Draco didn't even remember the other person's name now, so why was I worrying about anything?

"Aurora refers to Greengrass's youngest daughter, a first-year student." Harry added, "That girl kept staring at Aurora."

Draco pinched my earlobe: "Damn, the Confusion Spell earrings have no effect on you..."

"It has nothing to do with this. Mom wore a pair, but Dad was still worried. Just get used to it, Malfoy men."

Narcissa and I both have the last name Malfoy, so there's nothing wrong with men calling Draco and Lucius Malfoy.

I wrapped my arms around his waist to make myself more comfortable.

Draco sighed, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?"

It has not been announced until now. Dumbledore must have been worried about the opposition from the board of directors, so he made the appointment silently.

In the original book, the second-year professor is the flamboyant Gilderoy Lockhart.

Moreover, students were required to purchase his works long before the start of the school year.

This time, there was no mention of it on the list sent by Hogwarts.

Could it be that Lockhart had changed his gender?

The Horcrux notebook was placed in my suitcase.

As to whether to destroy it or do something else, I haven't made up my mind yet.

Whenever I recall Abraxas's hopeless look, I feel a little uncomfortable.

The spirit of young Tom also seemed ready to die.

On the last day away from Malfoy Manor, he reappeared, not revealing himself to Abraxas.

She just waited until the man fell asleep before saying her final farewell.

I should have followed Lucius's example, cooled my heart, added fuel to the fire, and put an end to the trouble once and for all.

Am I still too indecisive and soft-hearted?

Suddenly, Malfoy's golden eagle and Harry's Hedwig flew into the carriage one after another.

Tied to their feet was the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

"Look! Sirius is vindicated!"