HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Draco became uneasy soon after showing off. The photo was a Christmas gift, sent last night, and he hadn't received the letter until noon today.

Could it be that something happened to Lori at the manor?

This caused him to be less energetic at noon than in the morning, which made Harry and his friends feel relieved. They really didn't want to fight with him on such a nice day like Christmas.

As Draco's face became worse and worse, Crabbe and Goyle did not dare to talk to him and quietly ate the snacks left over from lunch.

During Christmas dinner, more than a dozen Christmas trees covered with silver frost were placed in the auditorium, and the ceiling was decorated with mistletoe and holly. Magical snowflakes seemed to fall through the ceiling into the auditorium, but when people reached out to catch them, they found they were warm and dry.

Draco came to the hall with a sour face, standing out from the crowd who were immersed in the festive joy.

He forked the food on the plate out of boredom and didn't hear a word that Headmaster Dumbledore said.

Suddenly, people around him started singing. Draco wanted to cover his ears. The students at the other three tables were singing happily. He turned around and saw Crabbe and Goyle were also singing along with the beat with silly smiles, which made the young master poke Crabbe hard.

Seeing his ugly expression, the two of them quickly shut up.

After the ugly song was over, Draco ate some food and his owl appeared, dropping a roll of something.

It was sent by his father. When he opened it, he saw that it was the result of an investigation into magic cars being seen by Muggles on the first day of school. It was published in the Daily Prophet. His father got it and read it as soon as possible and then sent it to him.

Seeing that the Weasley family was fined 50 gold Galleons, Draco felt that the number was too small, but it must be a large sum for the Weasley family.

The depressed mood that had been there for a long time was relieved a little. Just when he wanted to show this to Crabbe and the others, he found that the two of them were gone. "Isn't the food in the auditorium enough for them to eat?"

Unable to find the hall or the corridor, Draco simply headed towards the dormitory. They would always go back.

When we were almost at the dormitory, we saw Crabbe and Goyle in front of us, as well as Percy from the Weasley family.

"Crabbe, Goyle, where have you been?" the boy said dissatisfiedly, "We said we would act together during Christmas."

The two of them nodded in agreement.

"What are you doing near our dormitories, Weasley?" Draco stared at Percy.

"I'm a prefect of the school and have a duty to conduct patrols," Percy said coldly.

"Humph, it's a shame Hogwarts doesn't pay you a prefect's salary," Draco sneered, "After all, your family should be bankrupt."

Percy didn't know why he said that, but he still warned with a cold face, "Watch your attitude!"

Draco raised his eyebrows and walked away with an ambiguous smile, and Crabbe and Goyle quickly followed.

When they arrived at the dormitory, the young man held the newspaper clipping and sat on the sofa in a relaxed manner. He looked at the two followers standing there stupidly and pointed at them casually, "Sit down."

The two of them sat down stiffly. Draco thought to himself, was it because he looked so bad today that he scared them like this?

"I can't believe Weasley is a pure-blood. Look at this." He threw the clipping on the table and Crabbe immediately reached out to take it and read it.

But after waiting for a while, I didn't hear the usual laughter.

"You don't have anything to say?"

Goyle seemed to have realized it, and he laughed dryly, "Haha, he got punished."

The Ministry of Magic fined Mr. Weasley 50 gold Galleons for the last magic car incident. Mr. Malfoy gave an interview hoping that Mr. Weasley would resign, but in the end he was not fired or resigned.

"They bring shame to the wizarding world, their whole family! If they pay the fifty gold Galleons, those goblins in their family may not even be able to buy anything at a second-hand store when school starts next year."

After reading the clippings, Crabbe clenched his hands, his knuckles cracking. Draco frowned and glared at him fiercely, "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"

Crabbe let go of his hand and explained, "My stomach hurts. I ate too much just now..."

Draco glanced at him and continued, "What surprised me most was that the attack at Hogwarts was not reported. It must have been suppressed by Dumbledore. My father said that he was the biggest scourge of Hogwarts. As the headmaster, how could he allow a fool like Creevey to enter the school!"

He raised his hand and pretended to have a camera in his hand, and made a photo-taking gesture towards Goyle, "Potter, can you give me an autographed photo of you? I can keep it close to my body to resist those dark magics." The boy imitated maliciously, laughed twice and said, "But what's the use? The clay man is lying in the hospital wing, and the Potter he worships can't do anything."

However, there was no response. He lowered his hands and stared at the two people in front of him with stiff faces, "You are weird today."

In the past, when people talked about Harry and others, they all followed suit and made fun of them.

The two bodyguards laughed dryly a few times, and Gao Er stammered: "We are not feeling well today."

Draco felt extremely bored. Gloria didn't reply to the letter, and these two were acting weird.

"Lori hasn't sent me a letter today. Unfortunately, I don't know her home address, so I can't take the initiative to send a letter."

The two people sitting there looked at each other, and Gao Er asked carefully, "I think she might have been delayed by something. In fact, we have always been curious about one thing."

"What?" Draco said lazily.

Goyle said, "Regarding the secret room and the heir, our college knows the most. Could the heir be in our college? You must know who it is, right?"

Draco gave him a suspicious look that made Goyle's scalp tingle.

"I don't know how many times I should say this." The boy simply rested his head on the armrest of the sofa. "The idiots from the other three houses actually think Potter is the heir of Slytherin. Lori and I both think he is not. Salazar will not have such offspring."

Goyle coughed twice and flattered: "Of course not Potter, then... do you think Albert is?"

Draco didn't answer, but stared at Goyle, "You are really weird, why did you change your name to Albert?" Usually, both of them called Gloria.

Goyle swallowed and said, "I remembered the scene when Gloria caught the snake. I felt that she was more like the heir of Slytherin than Potter."

The boy reluctantly accepted the explanation, "We have a secret to making snakes obedient, but it has nothing to do with the Slytherin heir."

At this moment, the dormitory door opened and an eagle owl flew in. Draco recognized it as Amy at a glance, "Amy——"

Amy, who was larger than an average owl, landed on the armrest of the sofa on the other side and stretched out her claw with the letter tied to it.

Draco took the letter and touched its head, "Thank you for your hard work, good girl." Then he took out the fresh meat that had been prepared long ago. Amy only loved to eat this, and he would ask Gloria's elf to prepare it every day.

Amy was eating heartily beside him while the boy had already opened the letter.

Dear Draco:

Merry Christmas!

Do you like the gift I gave you? Originally, your gift was my favorite, but after reading the diary my father left me, your gift ranked second.

A lot of things happened today. I almost sent you the letter late. I guess you must be angry now.

I had a very happy Christmas this year. I found my father's portrait, a family heirloom. I hope you have a happy Christmas too.

It doesn't matter if I'm not so happy. I will return to school early after finishing my work here. I look forward to you coming to greet me.

- Miss you Lori

In the attached stack of photos, there were more figures of black flame dragons. What made him sad was that Gloria in the photos had red eyes, obviously she had cried a lot.