HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Harry and his friends were depressed in Potions class, and Hagrid has been more cautious recently.

After the last incident with the Hippogriff, he no longer looked for dangerous beasts for students to come into contact with, and instead asked everyone to take care of the least threatening Flobberworm.

The thrilling Care of Magical Creatures class immediately became boring, as everyone just watched the ten-inch long brown toothless worms in the bucket being mechanically fed lettuce leaves.

After finishing the slightly unappetizing elective course, a strong wind blew on the way back to the castle. Gloria and Draco did not go back, but went to the Quidditch field instead. Slytherin House was selecting new members today.

In order not to affect the students who were participating in the election, they chose a corner seat, and from time to time someone would ride on a broom and fly into the air.

"Last year's Quidditch competition was cancelled and we don't know what the result will be this year." Draco still loves Quidditch. During the summer vacation, he spent time at Slytherin Manor and took Gloria to ride a broomstick from time to time.

"It should be fine this year." Gloria thought, "No matter how dangerous Sirius is, he can't be compared to last year's Bajirisk."

She placed that guy in the manor to recuperate. He hadn't eaten properly for nearly a thousand years, which made his physique weak. The elves looked after the alchemy house and fed him meat and magic gems regularly, hoping to recover in two or three years.

She thought back to the happy times at the manor during the summer vacation. "Seeing them reminded me of the time when you took me riding a broom at the manor."

Draco took advantage of the situation and pushed her between the fence and himself, his arms naturally forming a private area, his gray-blue eyes staring straight at her, "It's a pity that there are too many Dementors around the school, otherwise I would really like to take you for a tour."

The boy leaned over and kissed her twice. The wind blew away the strands of golden hair that fell on her forehead. Seeing the handsome face up close, Gloria's cheeks flushed and tenderness flowed in her silver eyes.

After a while, there was a rustling sound nearby. Several girls not far away saw them. After seeing who they were, they immediately pushed each other and tried to leave.

Gloria noticed that two girls' eyes were on Draco. The boy had grown taller than in the second grade, and his platinum hair, which was no longer covered with hairspray, fell naturally. His youthful aura and noble temperament were particularly eye-catching.

Gloria has grown taller this year, and her delicate face is less childish.

After the girls left, Draco buried his head in the warm crook of her neck. "Father said last time that he was curious about why the Daily Prophet didn't look for him, and advised you to do an exclusive interview. Not only European countries, but North America is also curious about you."

"I'm still a student. I don't need to be so high-profile." Gloria stroked his hair gently. "I'll have plenty of time after graduation. Harry is known as the savior, but the Daily News hasn't asked him for an interview. Besides, I'm the largest shareholder of the Daily Prophet and have the final say. When I want to be interviewed, I'll notify them."

Draco hugged her tightly, "How can Potter compare to you? Because of him, the school is now letting us go to Hogsmeade. I heard that many students go on dates at Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, so we might as well give it a try."

"Okay." Gloria put her arm around his shoulders. "Or you can go shopping. There are a lot of shops there."

The two stayed in the spectator seats and talked for a while, and the selection on the court was almost over.

In the auditorium, owls delivered letters and packages to the students. Gloria received her own letter, which was sent by Newt.

The letter expressed gratitude to her and expressed his willingness to give her all the proceeds from the preparation of the new version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", and attached a stack of photos of Adonis.

Gloria had just finished her meal and took out her quill to start writing back. She refused the offer of profit and asked Newt to find a nest of swollennecks and have the elves send them to school.

It was also before school started that Newt discovered that when he was feeling down, crushing the bubbles of the swollen-necked beast could make him feel better.

Although the Dementors floating around the school were some distance away, her mood would be affected as soon as she saw them. The Swollenneck might be a good choice, and it would also make Hagrid's class less boring. She really didn't want to feed Flobberworms anymore.

Draco saw what she wrote at a glance, "Why send a swollen neck beast?"

Gloria asked without even looking up, "Do you want to keep feeding those disgusting caterpillars?"

The boy pursed his lips. Of course he didn't want to. He fed for less than ten minutes before giving his and Lori's two buckets to Crabbe and the others. Fortunately, the meal was over when he mentioned it.

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Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about learning about Red Hats. These are a group of ugly elf-like creatures, short in stature, holding a stick that is twice as long as their body, with dark brown skin and dense red hair on their heads, like a red hat.

"A few simple spells can deal with these tough guys." Lupin pointed his wand at a group of petrified red hats behind him. "But as you heard, these things are very difficult to deal with. When I remove the petrification spell, I will use the spells you have learned to deal with them. I will tell you a little trick. If you take away the weapons in their hands, you can defeat them faster."

All the students took out their wands and looked at the little creatures but they were not too nervous because the professor said they could be dealt with with simple spells.

Professor Lupin shook his wand, and the red hat was unpetrified silently. The red hat returned to normal and immediately rushed towards the students screaming and waving a big stick.

Suddenly, all kinds of lights flashed across the field, and dance spells, freezing spells, floating spells and so on appeared one after another.

Only after being hit by a stick at close range by the red hat guy did I realize how painful it was.

"Ah—it hit my leg, it won't break it, will it?"

A red hat jumped into a girl's face, causing her to scream, "Stupefy!"

Some students were so annoyed by the beating that they simply rushed forward and tried to grab the painful wooden stick with their hands, and the scene was once in chaos.

Gloria and Draco stood together and cooperated tacitly to deal with the red-hatted students who jumped over one by one. These little creatures were not stupid. They knew who was difficult to deal with and would stay away from them, focusing on attacking the weaker students.

Professor Lupin placed a moderate number of red hats, and they were all solved in about twenty minutes.

"Where is that poor professor?" Draco had almost dealt with the red hat, but he didn't see Professor Lupin.

Gloria then noticed that the professor was not in the room. "Maybe something happened. The red hat is not dangerous. We can handle it."

He glanced around and said with disdain, "Hogwarts is not stopping paying wages, so why not change his tattered robes like the ones my old elf wore."

Ever since Gloria sent the elves to the Malfoy family, the elves in his house have all changed into clean pillowcases.

Through the crack in the door, Gloria saw Professor Lupin from a different angle. He was talking to Professor Snape. The conversation was very awkward. After Snape left with a look of hatred, Lupin's expression was full of emotion, but more of helplessness.

Draco followed his gaze to see what was happening outside, "I don't understand why Professor Snape is still talking to him."

Gloria was also puzzled. There was obviously no connection between the two courses, and Lupin's complexion did not seem to be well. Was he sick?

If it was an illness, that would make sense.