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Immediately afterwards, pudding came up, as did ice cream of various flavors.

Harry took a deep-fried jam doughnut, which was good, though not as good as Lily's.

When Harry felt a little sleepy, the pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and the dining room returned to silence.

"Oh, everyone's fed now..." As Harry thought, Professor Dumbledore started on the last important thing: precautions.

Harry counted in his heart: Forbidden Forest, no magic in the hallway between classes, Quidditch player review in the second week (Hearing this Harry looked at the Gryffindor table, a little sad, but he Also guessing who the Gryffindor Seeker is this time).

"Finally," said Dumbledore, "I must remind everyone that those who do not want to suffer accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry yawned uncontrollably several times during the school song, the Weasley twins' "Funeral March" was always slow, and the conductor Dumbledore also cooperated well with them-Harry was even more sleepy.

"Music..." Dumbledore sighed a few words, "Okay, I wish everyone good night with beautiful music, sweet dreams! Now everyone go back to the dormitory, and the prefects take care of the freshmen."

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The future is a paper kite, the thread is in your hands

——Unknown source, from high school knowledge book

Hogwarts Slytherin plot borrows from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" Sorting Hat chapter

☆、Hogwarts Slytherin III

Among the crowd that filed out, the first-year students followed the prefects of their respective houses out of the hall.Most of them were still excited, and the small chatter of "twittering" gradually spread from the auditorium.They walked down long corridors and up and down stairs as figures on the walls weaved past each other, shouting "Freshman" excitedly and pointing at them.

The first-year Slytherins followed their thick-limbed prefects down the long marble steps until they reached a long, torch-lit corridor.

Harry blinked, looking sleepily at the never-sunning walls and the dimly lit lights, walking as a Slytherin for the first time on the only road leading to Slytherin.

The passage ended in a few short steps, which ended in a platform, an empty, damp stone wall.

"The password is the dragon's head." The prefect said in a hoarse voice, "First-year freshmen must remember this password firmly until the next time the password is changed."

A stone door hidden in the stone wall opened slowly, revealing the Slytherin common room.A long, narrow basement—the lowness was just an optical error caused by their standing on the steps.The walls and ceiling were of rough stone, and round, glowing green lights hung from the ceiling on chains.The flames were "crackling" in the beautifully carved fireplace, reflecting the silhouettes of several senior Slytherin students sitting on the surrounding carved chairs.

The prefect led all the first-year students through the lounge, up a spiral staircase that was definitely wider than it looked, and finally stopped on a large platform, then he pointed to the smaller stairs on both sides and said: "Left It leads to the boys' dormitory, and the right side leads to the girls' dormitory. But boys, don't think about stepping on a staircase in the girls' dormitory. If you don't follow the rules and something bad happens, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Now, everyone is going up the stairs, your name plates are on the door, and your luggage has been delivered to your room."

Harry looked up at the Black Lake beyond the crystal ceiling at the top of the common room, and climbed up the stairs, wondering how far the Slytherin lounge was from the ground.

It was crowded, and it took Harry and Draco a while to find their room, and were thankful to find only the name "Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter" on the nameplate above the door.

"My dad told me that when he was in school, oh, that is, when Slytherin was in its heyday, there were even five or six people in one room. It's not like now, only two people in one room..." Della Coe said as he turned the doorknob.

Harry walked into the room silently. In fact, he thought it was because... Sure enough, there are five people living in a room in Gryffindor because there are too many people, so they can only squeeze together?Thinking about it in this way, coming to Slytherin is not without advantages!

It was a large room, with two beds placed on opposite sides of the room, and hanging from the valances green flannel curtains that shone with silver stars in the lamplight.There are also two bedside tables, a large wardrobe, a square table enough for two people to put all the books on and a place to do homework, and two matching chairs. Of course, they are all in Slytherin style, just like The ones in the lounge downstairs.

The windows are very large, and the outside is the Black Lake, which cannot see the undulating water of the lake.

Draco also saw a small fireplace that was probably only used in winter.

"Oh, you can put that on if it's cold," he said. "Slytherin is built under the Black Lake, and it's much colder than the other three houses, after all."

Harry let out an "oh", looked around the whole room for a long time, and felt that everything was satisfactory, except...

"Draco...um..." Harry called Draco's name hesitantly.

Draco was already packing his suitcases, going to hang all his clothes in the wardrobe and put the odds and ends in the nightstand.When he heard Harry calling his name, he looked back at him, raised his eyebrows, and signaled him to say anything.

"I'd like to put the two beds together, uh, and move the rest of the stuff around. Do you mind?"

"Oh, not at all." Draco looked at the bed, then at Harry, "Need help?" he asked worriedly.

"No." Harry took out his wand, moved the low table to an empty corner, then looked at it, moved the nightstand again, and there was a big enough place in the middle.

Draco's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was a little shocked to see the two beds flying up from the corner, and then joined together in the middle.Because the curtains were not closed, he also saw that the mattresses on the bed were neatly arranged, and there was no gap at the joint where the two beds were joined.Then, the bedside tables leaned over, one on each side.The square table and chairs were placed by Harry in the most suitable position for warming up by the fire, and the wardrobe was still obediently placed in the corner before.

Harry pointed his wand at his box, thought for a while, and said, "Here comes the blanket."

A thick, large blanket struggled to be squeezed out of a large box, along with a pair of Harry's trousers.Then it fluttered to the bed, and it was just right on the two beds, and then the soft pillows and quilt fell on the bed.

Draco narrowed his gray eyes.

Harry ran to his pile of luggage in a "dumping" manner, and took a long time to dig out his pajamas.

"Class is going to start tomorrow, Draco, you should change into your pajamas and go to bed too... um..." Harry, who hadn't put on his pajama pants, was pulled out of the room by the unbearable Draco, and pushed into the room not far from theirs. Far washroom.The careful Draco brought his own toiletries, and because he knew that he was not watching, Harry must have tidied up a few times before going back.

Harry, whose mouth was full of mint, really fell asleep on the bed when he returned to the room, and Draco didn't even know that he accidentally made a noise when he was packing things.

Of course he didn't know that it was past midnight by the time Draco packed his things.

Out of habit, Draco finally packed everything up and put Harry's diary and a large box of chocolates in the drawer of his bedside table, and then prepared two glasses of water and put them on the bedside table of the two of them.

He helped Harry draw the curtain so that the light could not reach his face.

Draco sat in the soft chair, but the comfort didn't make him feel relaxed.

There was a timetable on the table, and he picked it up to take a look.Monday is full of classes, but everything from history of magic to herbalism is boring.

After putting down the timetable, Draco looked at his watch. It was past twelve o'clock, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all... In fact, if he hadn't seen Harry...he should have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Draco never thought that Harry could use silent magic, and even he thought that Harry, like himself, could only do some simple magic...but...!Draco bit his lip and clenched his fists, not to mention anything else, even if he flew to curse him, he couldn't use it.

The minute hand on the watch pointed to twelve again.Draco stood up, pushed back the chair, changed into pajamas, lay down on the bed covered with soft blankets, and covered himself with the quilt again.

Harry's temperature is close at hand.He raised his wand and turned off the light.

Although Draco thought he was troubled and not sleepy at all, he fell asleep after lying down for a while.

He even had a dream that made him sweat and tremble.

But when he woke up from the dream, he didn't remember the dream at all.

Walking in the completely familiar Slytherin, passing through the long corridors, and shuttling between the two staircases of Hogwarts 140, Harry is glad that he had encountered "before" because he could not find the classroom and went to the wrong place. Due to various situations such as going up the stairs and being late, it is now possible to take Draco to spend nearly a week without being late.

After four days of torture, Harry finally had his first lesson with Gryffindor on Friday.Harry was packing his schoolbags and thinking in his room on Thursday night, having met Neville only once in the hall all week.Maybe it's because they live in the same room, Neville and Ron have become inseparable friends, which is a good thing, but every time he sees Harry, when Neville just wants to say hello, Ron will push him Speed ​​up and leave.This suffocated Harry, although he always smiled back at Neville's apologetic smile.

On Thursday night, Harry was sitting in a chair in his pajamas, but his upper body was almost on the table.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Draco peeked out from the bed and looked at him, "You packed your schoolbag for almost half an hour..."

"Oh, okay." Harry closed "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" and put it in his schoolbag, "You know I always like to take a look when I pack things." Harry closed his schoolbag and put it on table, walked over and climbed into bed lightly, "Good night, Draco."

"Good night, Harry."

Draco reached for his wand from the bedside table, pointed to the lamp, and after a faint light, the overhead lamp slowly dimmed.

Friday morning.

"What class do we have today?" Crabbe asked Goyle, frantically filling his plate with food.

Gore's mouth was full of bread, he hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"Two Potions lessons with the Gryffindors." Draco said while spreading jam on a slice of bread, "But Snape is the head of our house, and those Gryffindors will be out of luck gone."

"Thanks Draco," Goyle said, spraying bread crumbs out.Draco looked at him, then tossed the slice of bread he had just smeared with jam onto his plate. "Sit far away from me when you eat in the future!"

Goyle didn't feel that Draco was warning himself, picked up the bread and ate it happily.

Harry reluctantly drank the milk in his glass. "We're going to the classroom first, you eat slowly." After finishing speaking, he dragged Draco away who had no appetite.

Harry made a point of turning his head to look in the direction Neville was sitting before walking out the door.

Unlike before, Neville often received packages, but this morning his owl flew in with a piece of paper in its mouth.

If he is not mistaken...

The Potions class was held in the basement classroom, so it was a bit colder than other classrooms, and the large and small glass jars soaked in animal specimens placed along the wall further enhanced the cold atmosphere.

Harry and Draco went outside for a while, and when they stepped into the classroom, the room was almost full of people.

So they went straight to the front row and sat down.Already in Slytherin, Harry felt that there was nothing to be afraid of. Just as he put down his schoolbag, Professor Snape pushed open the door of the classroom like a gust of wind and strode in. The door hit the wall with a loud bang, and " "Squeak" and close.

"You are here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion-making," Snape said straight to the point as soon as he entered.

Although his voice was a little higher than a whisper, everyone could hear every word he said.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the magical power to bring order to the classroom without breaking a sweat.

"Since Potions classes don't make you foolishly wave wands, there are bound to be some of you who don't believe in magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the white smoke and fragrance wafting from the simmering cauldron. The beauty of this is that you can really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is You're not one of those dumb fools I'm used to seeing."

Snape's short opening speech shocked everyone, as if shutting up could prove that he was not the idiot that Snape said he was.Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at Neville who exchanged glances with Ron. Not far from them, Hermione maintained a sitting posture that could stand up to answer questions at any time.

Harry ducked his head, suppressing a smile.

Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster after a short introduction, and like most professors, he always stopped when Neville's name was called.

"Oh, yes," said Snape with a half-smile, "Neville Longbottom, our new and famous character."

Neville's entire face flushed.

"That's right, I just saw that some students showed disdain for my words." Snape's cold black eyes swept over everyone, "Then let's see how many of these students there are." Talent, and how outstanding..."

Everyone kept silent, fearing that Professor Snape would ask him a question, and Harry...Harry couldn't help but look at Neville again.But his control was very small... After all, he didn't want Snape to notice him at this time.

Whether it was an 11-year-old Harry Potter or a 17-year-old Harry Potter, he was still full of fear of Snape standing in the smoky Potions classroom with a serious face.

It's just that, this time, 11-year-old Harry still has deep respect in his heart.

"Potter!" Snape, standing on the podium, of course noticed Harry's little movement, "What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry, who thought he must be safe, was completely unaware that Snape was calling his name, and in the corner of his eye Hermione held her hand high... until Draco elbowed him and he Only then did he react suddenly, and almost fell when he stood up.

"Water, cough, narcissus root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of death water." Harry said with his head down, his eyes fell on the books and quills on the table.

"Keep your head up," snapped Snape. "A textbook correct answer, Potter. Then I want you to find me a bezoar. Where will you find it?"

Harry gambled on his future Nimbus 2000, and Snape absolutely froze for more than a second the moment he looked him in the eye.

"In the stomach of a cow." Harry said frankly, looking at Snape.He now deeply understood that whenever Snape made things difficult for him, it was only because of "Potter and Potter", and it had nothing to do with "The Boy Who Lived" and "Savior".

Snape raised the corner of his mouth: "Then bezoar?"

"It has a strong detoxification effect." After Harry sat down safely, he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he read the book a few times last night.He boasted a few words in his heart.

But Harry's precautions didn't add even one point to Slytherin, nor did it bring Neville any luck with potions.

In the end, Neville somehow boiled his entire potion dry, and the rising purple-black smoke made everyone cough.

With a flick of his wand, Snape swept away the smoke from the room.

"5 points deducted from Gryffindor, due to Mr. Longbottom's mistake." He said flatly.

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Prepare to take on any storm, no matter what the sky is overhead

——Unknown source, from high school knowledge book

Hogwarts Slytherin III draws on the plots of the Sorting Hat and Potions teacher from "The Philosopher's Stone".Refer to the description of the Slytherin cellar in "The Chamber of Secrets".

☆, Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures Ⅰ

Fortunately, the Potions class he had already studied once allowed Harry to face Snape more peacefully. Even if he could not gain points, at least he avoided the situation where he was taunted by the professor. At least he still remembered those troublesome clockwise and counterclockwise Crush the juice, and the rest is to try not to cause an explosion.

Harry and Draco returned to the Slytherin lounge after finishing the Potions class easily (Harry happened to see Neville and Ron through the window through the window on the way and went straight to Hagrid's hut) .

The Slytherin common room is always lit, and the slightly green light emitted by those lights is bright and not hurting the eyes. People communicate in small groups, and they don't seem to give even a glance to the people around them.

It had been almost a week since school started, but Harry still only knew Goyle and Crabbe, and maybe a few people, but he had never said hello.

Of course, this was because those people would never greet Harry when they met him, and some of them looked at him with repulsion and hatred.

Just like at this moment, this very thin boy sitting on the couch, he gave Harry a hard look when Harry also sat on the sofa, and then looked at Draco standing behind Harry with some trepidation , curled his lips in disdain, stood up and walked away.

Draco sat down on the seat where the boy was sitting just now, put his hands on the armrests, half of his body was on his side, showing a comfortable and casual sitting posture.

"Oris Boro. A pretentious brat. As far as I know, his father was investigated by Uncle James." Draco studied the expression on Harry's face with some concern. He also found out in the past few days Some people are very unfriendly towards Harry,

"Harry, don't worry, no one would dare to bully you with me..."

Harry had just picked up a newspaper from the table, spread it on his lap, and heard Draco's words before he could read it, laughing so hard that the newspaper made a "chacha" sound in his hand. "Bullying me?" Harry held back his smile, took off his glasses and wiped them, "If anyone doesn't like me, just come to me, and I'll talk about other things if you can beat me."

Harry's voice was not low, but no one in the common room looked in their direction, and no one spoke.

Draco didn't speak either, he looked into Harry's bright green eyes, and suddenly thought of the little carrot head who was covering his head on his bed, eyes soaked with tears.

In a blink of an eye, both of them have grown so big.

Harry put his glasses on, smiled at Draco, and looked down at the newspaper.

As he expected, the Daily Prophet did report about the thing in Gringotts 713.

"Huh?" Draco leaned over to glance at the newspaper, "Has Gringotts been stolen?"

"Looks like not." Harry handed the newspaper to Draco. "It seems that the contents were taken before they were broken into."

"That's not okay, what kind of security level is this, if you say break in, you can break in..." Draco crumpled up the newspaper and said angrily, "No, I have to write a letter to go home!"

And Harry squinted his eyes, silently drawing out a timeline in his mind.

Happy or hurried time always passes quickly, just like Harry observes the sky with a telescope in the Astronomy Tower every Tuesday night, and then worries about how complicated the star chart is, but he can turn in his homework on time every time; just like adding up It’s the same as if you can always finish writing an esoteric paper that seems to be more than ten feet long; it’s like getting up no matter how late you go to bed at night and never want to get up in the morning.

The most annoying thing in Harry's previous life - or the most painful thing for him - was to find out on the timetable or the notice in the common room that it clearly marked which class Gryffindor was going to take with Slytherin.

But now he wished Slytherin had every class with Gryffindor.

But it's a pity that Slytherin only takes Potions and Protecting Magical Creatures with Gryffindor, but Hagrid, who is worried about himself, let too many boring theories occupy their lessons for the first few weeks, and now Harry is really Looking forward to flying lessons.

A few weeks into the term, the notice board in the common room finally posted the long-awaited notice about flying lessons that Harry had been waiting for.All the first years were cheering, though they were clearly not for the same reason as Harry.

"Thursday, that's today! Flying lessons are due today!"

"Yo! With the Gryffindors? Hmph. I've been wanting to entertain those stupid lions for a long time—"

Draco and Harry, escorted by Goyle and Crabbe, leisurely stood at the head of the crowd.Draco read the parchment notice carefully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth...

Harry looked at the interested Draco, and a frightened glint suddenly flashed in his green eyes.

Although Draco didn't target Neville in the same way he targeted himself in the past few weeks, the entire Slytherin was rejected by the other three houses in the school. The provocative, vitriolic and posturing of the .

Harry wasn't worried about the other Slytherins, he was just worried that Draco, who didn't use the "handshake" incident to target the "Boy Who Lived", stood against them again because of certain things, Like flying lessons, so...?

Harry took Draco's hand, "Let's go eat."

"Ah."

The atmosphere at the four long tables in the auditorium was almost enthusiastic, and of course the excited ones were all first graders.On the long Gryffindor table, Ron and Neville had been talking loudly and enthusiastically, while Hermione was holding a book and reading it intently while eating.

It seems like everyone is looking forward to their upcoming flight lessons.

As soon as Harry found a wide open seat, the owl came flapping with the mail.

"It seems a little late today," Draco said.

It was rare today that Harry and Draco didn't receive the letter, and even Hedwig didn't fly over to steal the bread.

With the treacle pie in his hand, Harry ate it bite by bite, while his eyes fell on the long Gryffindor table.

Draco followed his gaze.

Neville took out the marble-sized glass ball that seemed to be filled with white mist from the small package left by the owl.

"What's this?" Ron asked vaguely, chewing on the chicken.

Harry put the half-eaten treacle pie on a plate, picked up his schoolbag sideways, and stepped across the bench.

"Harry?" Draco threw the bread he had just eaten into the dinner plate, and hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag and ran after Harry.

When Harry walked past Gryffindor, Neville was holding the glass ball and introducing it to Ron: "This is a memory ball!"

Harry glanced at Neville's smiling sunny face from the corner of his eye, and quickened his pace.

"It's mainly used to remind the wizard if he forgot something. If you hold it in your hand and it turns red, then—oh." Neville's voice was full of helplessness, "Okay, I forgot something. , but I don’t know what I forgot, and this ball can’t tell me.”

Hermione, who was reading at the side, couldn't help laughing, and Neville laughed too.

"Harry! Hey, why are you walking so fast? You don't have to worry about being late for the flying class..." Draco turned his head to look at Neville's tangled expression remembering things, and then looked at Neville several times with eager eyes. The red memory ball in Wei's hand stopped for a few seconds and ran after Harry.

He had just run out of the hall door when he saw Harry standing there waiting for him, his green eyes bright.

Although Draco didn't know why, but he was full anyway, so he followed Harry to the playground lake to blow some air and wait for class.Fortunately, the weather was fine, and the gentle breeze blew the rolling lawn and wrinkled the water of the Black Lake.

Just before 03:30, the Gryffindor and Slytherin first-years walked out of the castle gates, across the playground, and onto the flat field where their flying lessons were taking place.

Harry yawned a little towards the blue sky and white clouds, then looked down at the broom at his feet.Disgusting and complaining about the school's antique brooms kept ringing in his ears, but Draco didn't show anything. Of course, he had said in the lounge before that "Hogwarts is probably all brooms that sweep the series".

But it can't be blamed for their disgust... Harry looked down at his broom, and could see the frequency of its vibrations from its branchy broom tail.

The professor who teaches flying lessons is Mrs. Hooch, who is also in charge of Quidditch-related matters at the school.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" snapped Mrs. Hooch. "Students over there hurry up and stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

Harry looked down at his wretched broom again.

"Well, everybody put your right hand over the broom," cried Mrs. Hooch from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"stand up!"

Harry's broom jumped into his hands immediately, and he smiled, then looked at Draco beside him.

Broom in hand, Draco looked at Harry knowingly and winked at him.

Harry smiled.

The people who didn't call out the broom at one time continued to try. When everyone held the broom, Mrs. Hooch demonstrated the correct posture for riding a broom, and then they began to practice, while she walked around the crowd to correct their posture.

Harry looked at Neville, he was talking to Ron, and he didn't look nervous...Harry couldn't help but wonder if Neville's grandma didn't forbid him to get close to the broomstick this time?If so, it shouldn't be a big problem for a while...

"Okay, let's practice low-altitude suspension now," Mrs. Hooch said, "Now everyone hold the brooms in the correct way. When I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard."

"Hold the broom steady, go up a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and drop straight back to the ground. Well, now listen to my whistle—three—two—"

However, the accident still happened.Neville, who had a rare quick reaction, kicked the ground vigorously before the whistle blew, jumped into the sky, and rose higher and higher, as if the broom had lost control.The expression of surprise on Neville's face also turned pale as the broom rose higher and higher, and finally rose straight to a height of more than ten feet.

Harry looked at the figure jumping up in his line of sight... and thought helplessly: It seems that Neville's grandma still didn't let him get close to the broomstick.

Neville rose higher and higher... The Gryffindors watched and shouted anxiously, but Mrs. Hooch couldn't think of a good way for a while.

As the broom rose higher and higher, Neville looked at the ground that was rapidly receding below, and took several deep breaths.Then he slid off the side of the broom handle as if he had made up his mind.Neville grabbed the handle of the broom with one hand, feeling that the guy probably wasn't going to stop.He bravely let go of his hand, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", but luckily he rolled the moment he fell to the ground, slowing down the impact.

And the broomstick he was riding was still rising higher and higher, and then began to drift slowly towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

"Oh! Child..." Mrs. Hooch ran to Neville to check his injuries... But fortunately, Neville looked in good condition, although there were some physical tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Broken wrist," Harry heard her whisper, "Well, boy, it's all right, Madam Pomfrey can heal your wound soon."

"I'll take this child to the hospital, and you," Mrs. Hooch helped Neville up, turned to the others and said, "Put the broom back in place and move about freely!"

"You are forbidden to do anything on your broom!" she finally warned.

Neville waved Ron with his good hand, then limped slowly towards the castle with Mrs Hooch.

Ron let out a long sigh of relief, and patted his chest in shock.

Although there was some "foresight" in the matter of Neville's accident, Harry was still worried that the situation would be worse-fortunately not.Harry blinked his green eyes and thought for a while, and just as he was about to put down the broom, he saw Draco walking towards the place where Neville fell just now, and said with a smile, "Did you see clearly?" Her lips curled into a sarcasm, "The boy who survived the catastrophe was so scared that he cried into tears?"

Harry felt that Draco was exaggerating a bit, Neville obviously didn't cry very much.

But the other Slaterins didn't think so, there was undisguised laughter from Harry's surroundings, and many people echoed Draco, especially... Harry turned his head and looked at Pan who was not far away. Sy Parkinson, an 11-year-old girl with freckles on her face, speaks sharply and sounds very mean... But she looks different from what he remembered, just like an ordinary girl.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Someone from the Gryffindor team yelled at Draco.

"Oh—" Draco drew out, "Looks like Gryffindor wants to uphold your honor—Neville Longbottom, who was scared to cry by the broomstick?"

"They probably like the chubby little tearbags." Pansy echoed with a loud voice.

"Shut up, too, Pansy Parkinson!" Hogwarts roared again.

Looking at Pansy's smug expression when he heard Patil's roar... Harry sighed silently.

But the matter didn't just stop at words, because the memory ball that Harry didn't see after scanning around, which he thought was still in Neville's pocket, did fall out "again".

"Look!" Draco said, bending over and picking up something handsomely on the grass, "It looks like it was left by the savior of Gryffindor who lost his hand?" Draco glanced at it with a half-smile Gryffindor, who is not very tongue-in-cheek.

He held up the memory ball, and the memory ball filled with fog glistened in the sunlight... Draco looked at it, and suddenly had a bad idea in his mind: "I put it somewhere for Longbottom to find Like? Like on a tree?"

Of course the Slytherins felt great, they were loyal to watching any drama that made Gryffindor difficult, and Draco seemed to have inherited this way from his ancestors Slytherin, or maybe he was just loyal to finding someone Trouble, so that you can add some fun to your life.

Harry didn't have much problem with his harsh words, after all, even good friends will inevitably have bad words, but malicious teasing or teasing is a bit too much, and this is only a first grade.Their relationship with Gryffindor can't be said to improve all of a sudden, but it's not easy to make too much trouble, and no one in Gryffindor can fly like Draco, if there is no way to get a memory ball from him , things don't know what will happen (