HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Harry held the cold golden egg in his hand, his brows twisted into knots.

Clues for the game? Nothing.

He almost stared through the eggshell, but still couldn't figure it out.

Until he came across the figure leaning against the stone wall on the only way to Gryffindor Tower.

Seignus.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and her gray-blue eyes swept over him and the golden egg in his arms, with a hint of watching a show.

"Yo."

The voice is lazy.

"It seems that our savior has encountered a little trouble?"

The word "savior" always rolled out of her tongue with a hint of inexplicable ridicule.

Harry looked a little embarrassed.

He is indeed the savior, and this is recognized by the magical world.

But his brain...Signus sneered silently in his heart.

If no one gives him a push and he is left to figure out the golden egg on his own, I'm afraid he won't realize it until the game starts and the referee announces the rules, right?

That would be wonderful.

Harry ignored her teasing and subconsciously glanced over her shoulder and behind her.

Empty corridor.

Strange, where's Hermione? Where's Theodore?

These two people almost became the shadows of Cygnus, and it was rare for her to act alone.

Segnus caught his inquiring gaze, and the smile on her lips faded a little.

She straightened up in boredom, her movements carrying a natural elegance and aloofness.

"Stop looking for it."

The sound interrupted Harry's search.

"They are busy lately," she paused and said calmly, "some of them are busy."

His grey-blue eyes fell back to the golden egg in Harry's arms.

"Maybe... you can put it in the water and see."

She said it casually.

"I remember the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor. It's pretty nice."

She didn't even give Harry a chance to check if he heard her.

Quickly and decisively, he turned around and left with a resolute back view, without a trace of nostalgia.

Point to end.

What she hates most is the stupid thing of breaking words into pieces and feeding them to others.

Especially when the other party is a "savior" who is not very smart.

Less than half a minute after Segnus disappeared around the corner.

From a shadowy corner, Draco Malfoy slowly walked out.

His face was pale, his jawline was taut, and he stared at the direction where Cygnus disappeared.

Complex emotions surged in his gray-blue eyes—hurt, unwillingness, and anger at being ignored.

These days, every minute and every second is torture.

She ignored him! She totally ignored him!

When passing by, he didn't even look at me.

Draco felt as if his heart was being grasped, kneaded, and crushed by an invisible hand.

Why? !

They grew up together! How many secrets have they shared?

How could she...how could she ignore him like a stranger? !

A mixture of grievance, anger and crazy possessiveness rushed to my head.

His shaking hand darted into his pocket, and his fingertips touched a small, cold bottle.

It was the potion given by Gareth.

The man's words hissed in his ears like a venomous snake:

"...Drink it...She will only have you in her eyes..."

Only him!

No more Potter, no more Nott, no more Granger! Just Draco Malfoy!

As long as... as long as I give this to her... Sister will never ignore him again! She will only look at him and smile at him like before...

This thought was like the devil's whisper, carrying a deadly temptation.

Draco's breathing became heavy, and he struggled with his inner conflict.

Reason is screaming danger, but desire is burning wildly.

In the end, the flames of desire devoured the last bit of hesitation.

He gritted his teeth and, with a determination that was almost desperate, stuffed the bottle of unknown potion into the inner pocket of his robe closest to his heart.

As if trying to warm it with his body temperature, or... bury it.

The young man, with a pale face, a gloomy and desperate madness, turned and left in a hurry, with the corners of his robe fluttering, and disappeared at the other end of the corridor.

The deserted corridor seemed truly empty.

However, diagonally behind where Draco had just hidden, there was another even darker shadow.

The air seemed to twist.

Cygnus, who should have been gone long ago, appeared silently like a ghost.

The last trace of pretended warmth on her face disappeared, leaving only cold scrutiny.

Deep in the gray-blue eyes, there was undisguised contempt and a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.

She gave it a chance.

More than once.

She deliberately ignored him because she wanted to see what kind of blood was in the bones of this boy who she watched grow up.

Is it the ability to judge the situation that the Black family is proud of?

Or was it the pathetic fragility of the Malfoys, which tended to twist under pressure?

result?

Ah.

He chose the stupidest path.

A potion of unknown origin and unknown effect?

Gareth Selwyn?

Cygnus sneered in his heart.

That ambitious fool who only dares to hide in the shadows and play tricks.

What good stuff could he give?

Control? Possession? Draco actually believed this?

I actually had this idea.

Hopelessly stupid.

Cygnus once again concluded Draco.

This kind of "attention" gained through despicable means is as cheap as mud in the gutter.

She, Cygnus Malfoy, needed a potion to maintain her loyalty?

What a big joke!

She doesn't need a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy, and she doesn't need... a poisonous snake that may bite its owner at any time.

Loyalty is either an instinct engraved in our bones and blood, or it is worthless.

Disappointment was like a cold tide, flooding the only remaining tenderness belonging to "sister" in my heart.

She remembered Draco stumbling after her as a child.

Thinking of his dependence on her and hiding behind her robe after getting into trouble, those scenes seem so ironic at this moment.

She thought she was raising a dragon, but it turned out to be a worm wallowing in the mud.

If he really used that bottle of medicine, she would never show mercy.

A "brother" who will stab you in the back is not even as valuable as a well-trained hunting dog.

In the world of the strong, what is most lacking is trash. Once one is dealt with, countless more will follow.

She, Segnus, does not need any burden, nor does she need any betrayal.

She took a last look in the direction where Draco disappeared. There was no warmth in her eyes anymore, only the coldness of assessing the value of her prey.

What followed was that it became a shadow that merged into the darkness and disappeared again silently.

On the other side, Harry was still standing there in a daze, holding the golden egg.

Segnus's words "Let's put it in the water and see" were like a ray of light that split his chaotic thoughts.

In the water? Yeah! Why didn't he think of that!

Those patterns and those strange bumps on the golden egg might change in the water!

He turned around suddenly and rushed to the sixth floor holding the golden egg.

The prefects' bathroom! Senus mentioned the prefects' bathroom!

That place is big enough and private enough, perfect for a try!

As for the cold look on Sensenas' face just now, as if she was disdainful of his intelligence?

Harry pouted as he ran.

He was used to it. Segnus looked at everyone like a fool, especially him.

But Harry knew better.

Even though he disliked her, Cygnus was still his friend.

At critical moments, she would always use her superior attitude to give him the most crucial hints.

Just like this time, although the attitude is a bit bad, it’s okay as long as it’s useful!

The Savior grinned and walked faster.

He has to try it quickly!

The content of the competition may be hidden in the water!