After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

A small incident occurred when Draco was walking back to the dormitory with the senior students.

"Emilia!" The blonde Olivo pushed through the crowd and walked to a petite Slytherin girl, kneeling down. His eyes were full of pleading, "I'm sorry, Emilia. It's my fault. I shouldn't have spoken without thinking. You can punish me as much as you want, but let's not break up, okay?"

His eyes were slightly red. To be honest, it really tests one's composure to see a tall and handsome boy half-kneeling on the ground and looking at you pitifully like a puppy.

At least Draco felt that senior Emilia couldn't handle it.

"What are you doing, Olivo! Get up quickly!" Emilia felt the teasing gazes from all directions, and blushes appeared on her usually cold face. She looked at the stupid lion of Gryffindor with shame and annoyance.

"I don't~ Ellie, can you forgive me? I can't lose you." Olivo took Emilia's hand and rubbed it on his face, his voice low, and his golden hair seemed to have dimmed a lot with the owner's mood.

Emilia really couldn't stand Olivo like this. She loved seeing her high-spirited youth and her sparkling eyes that seemed to speak. She only then realized that love could be seen through the eyes.

So when she passed by and vaguely heard something about a bet... a savior... a house... not Gryffindor... and a breakup, she almost lost her Slytherin grace. She walked up to Olivo, slapped him, didn't meet his eyes, broke up with him, turned around and ran away.

She was afraid to look into the eyes that she once loved so much.

It wasn't until her friends, unable to bear her gloom, asked her Gryffindor friends about it that they realized Olivo had meant that the possibility of the Savior not entering Gryffindor was even smaller than the possibility of him breaking up with her. Emilia didn't know how to face Olivo and had been avoiding him for a while.

This is the pride that belongs only to Slytherin, they will never bow their heads easily. But fortunately, those who love her always understand her better than she herself.

"Get up first, Olivo. Let's go to another place. You know I don't like being watched by people." Emilia sighed softly. She did not deny the joy that was about to overflow in her heart, and said to Olivo.

Olivo stood up excitedly. He was almost two heads taller than Emilia. He circled around Emilia like a puppy. "Ellie! Have you forgiven me? Can I hug you? I missed you so much. Maybe tonight... Ouch!"

"Shut up! Idiot!" Emilia walked faster and faster. What else could this idiot say in public?

Seeing that there was no more melon to eat, everyone returned to their normal state with regret. Several senior students exchanged a knowing smile. "It seems Emilia won't be returning to the dormitory tonight."

"Why do you say that?" Draco, who accidentally mixed in, tilted his head, not understanding what the seniors meant.

"Oh my God, um, yes, yes..." The senior student then noticed Draco beside her. She was very impressed by this freshman, the only son of the Malfoy family, but what attracted them even more was his exquisite and beautiful face, as pure and beautiful as an angel... How could she describe it!

"They have to study late tonight," one of the senior students said calmly, patching up her friend's clothes without changing her expression.

"Hmm?" Draco had a feeling that wasn't what the senior meant. But was this what dating was all about? Studying hard together? "That's how hard it is for senior Emilia," he sighed.

"Ah? Why, why do you say that?" To be honest, the senior student broke out in a cold sweat at that time. The speaker may not have intended it, but the listener may have taken it to heart, especially since she had ulterior motives.

"Because Senior Olivo doesn't seem to be doing very well in school." Draco gave the stuttering senior a strange look. Although he was indeed very good-looking, he didn't stutter so much.

"Ah? Oh, yes, he's not good. No, I mean he's very good, but not really. He's a good student." The dazed senior student had no idea what she was saying. This face is so majestic up close, but it's just too small...

Draco didn't understand what he meant. Blaise came up and put his arm around Draco's shoulder, then quietly led him away from the seniors. Blaise wasn't like Draco, who was so well-protected that he didn't understand anything. He had already had six stepfathers.

They arrived at a hidden stone door in the basement. A fifth-year senior said to the door, "Glory. The password changes every two weeks. Please remember it." He glanced at the freshmen, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The lounge's most striking feature is the floor-to-ceiling windows, shimmering with a faint green light. Giant squids and grindylows occasionally swim by. The rough stone walls and carved tables and chairs exude a cool atmosphere, while a fiery mantelpiece glows year-round.

The fifth-year student pointed to a blackboard by the fireplace and said, "We will write down the changes in passwords on the board by the fireplace in advance, as well as some class schedules for each grade. You can take note of them later. Everyone, remember. Slytherin will lead you to glory." He saluted gracefully.

"Freshmen, you may now go to your dorms. Your names are posted on the doors, and the house-elves have already stored your luggage inside." He didn't elaborate, as he knew everything he needed to know would be revealed shortly. He simply told the freshmen to rest, as they must be tired after a long day of riding.

"Harry and I are sharing a room, great. Blaise, where's your dorm?" Draco found his dorm, sharing it with Harry. It must have been arranged by his godfather.

"Next to you, with Theodore Nott." Blaise Zabini pondered the name. He remembered that old Nott was an out-and-out Death Eater, but if that was the case, the Headmaster would never have put his son in the same dormitory with him. Wow, that was really interesting.

Draco had already happily gone to his room to organize the things he brought.

He took the things out of the space and placed them on the dormitory floor. He looked at them with some worry, wondering how he should organize them.

He suddenly remembered what his mother had told him and snapped his fingers softly. "Dobby."

"Hello, little master." A house elf appeared in front of Draco, and he looked at the noble little master with admiration. The Malfoy family treated Dobby well and even paid him a salary. Dobby was an elf with a job!

"Please help me tidy up my room." Draco didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. He was always very polite.

"The honorable young master said please to Dobby. No one has ever said please to Dobby. The young master has given Dobby respect. Dobby is so honored..." This scene was so weird no matter how you looked at it. A house-elf was crying and speaking incoherently, while quickly tidying up the things and sweeping the room to ensure that not a single speck of dust could be found.

Draco was driven to tears by this strange elf. The Malfoys employed many elves, yes, they did. Lucius, who was familiar with Draco's storybooks, said that where there is oppression there is resistance, and the Malfoys would not make such a low-level mistake.

Mom said she had found an elf and sent him to Hogwarts to look after them, but she didn't say he was crying so much. "Don't cry, Dobby."

"Okay! Does the noble young master have any other instructions?" Dobby opened his eyes wide with anticipation.

Draco looked around. Dobby had done a really good job. The room was spotless, with new pillowcases on the bed. His clothes were neatly hung in the closet. On the center table stood his favorite rose-scented candle. On his bed were the action figures he'd bought with Harry and Ron.

Draco nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you, Dobby, you did a great job... Oh, don't stop! Dobby, I command you." Seeing the elf about to cry again, Draco felt tired and asked Dobby to go back and rest early.

He waited a while and saw that Harry hadn't returned yet, so he decided to take a bath first. Slytherin was not only the only double room in the entire school, but it also had a small bathroom. Although not as big as the one at home, it at least had a clean bathtub. The little prince, who was a bit of a germaphobe, couldn't stand the strange smell on his body.

As he lay in the tub, he pondered the wonders of elves' magic. Is their structure any different from humans'? How do they cast magic? What's the principle? How is the flow of magic different from humans'? ...

Draco slapped his face with both hands. No, he couldn't think about that. His parents wouldn't allow him to do experiments... But with just a little sample, he could do experiments in the system space...

"Draco? Are you in there?" Fortunately, Harry came back in time and interrupted Draco's dangerous thoughts. He knocked on the door anxiously, worried that the little prince would faint from being drunk.

"I'll be right out." Draco stumbled out of his shower, drank the iced milk Harry handed him, and happily rolled around in the soft quilt. It was so comfortable~ "Harry, go take a shower quickly. I'll tell you a shocking gossip later~"

Harry shook his head and laughed. He had wanted to share what he had just seen and heard in the castle, but he didn't expect that when he came out of the shower, Draco had already fallen asleep.

He tucked Draco into bed and kissed his forehead gently. "Sweet dreams, little prince."