Hogwarts Card Drawer

In December, with the arrival of the snowstorm. What followed was a **** homework for the fifth grade students.

As Christmas approaches, the work of the prefects of Chronos and Daphne is getting more and more onerous. They are responsible for overseeing the decoration of the castle.

I also look at the first and second grades who stayed indoors because of the cold between classes, ("Why don't I remember being so dishonest when I was in the first grade, Cronos complained.")

They also had to take turns walking in the corridors with Mr. Argus Filch, because Filch suspected that the fight might increase during the show. ("Master Cronos, you can go back and rest, just leave it to me." Filch said flatly to Cronos.)

On Christmas Day, Cronos will take Draco’s carriage to Malfoy Manor to spend Christmas this year. It was Mr. Malfoy who invited him, and Cronos knew why he invited him, so this time he did not decline.

"See you at the beginning of school, Cronos." Daphne and her sister Astoria waved goodbye to Cronos in the common room.

"See you at the beginning of school." Cronos also waved his right hand. After the Daphne sisters completely disappeared from the entrance of the common room, Cronos turned his head and said to Draco.

"how is it?"

"How about what?" Draco was still looking for his not necessarily sock.

"Astoria! Daphne's sister, don't you think she is cute?" Cronos said.

"So what?" Cronos couldn't hear why in Draco's tone.

"If you like it, go after it!" Chronos probed further.

"How... How come." Draco stammered.

"Is there a show?" Cronos asked, and he moved his body to Draco's side. "Listen to me, Draco. You can't stop believing in love because of the love potion. You must have the courage to pursue your love and take the initiative. Just like you **** the Golden Snitch on the Quidditch court."

"..." Draco looked at Cronos in silence for a while, then he pushed Cronos angrily, "What? What is this all about!"

"Come on, Dad's carriage has been waiting for us for a long time." Before Cronos was talking, Draco gave up looking for his other sock, carrying his own as if fleeing. The suitcase ran out of the common room.

"Hey!" Chronos sighed with hatred for iron and steel.

It was the carriage that Cronos knew and loved. The driver is still Dobby the house elf with half a pillowcase. I wonder if Hermione will be angry when she sees it?

The carriage was fast, and Mr. Malfoy was sitting in the front row, and he and Cronos were in a tacit understanding and said nothing along the way. So the carriage landed quickly, and the door of Malfoy Manor appeared in front of Cronos again.

Unlike when he came to Malfoy Manor for the first time, Chronos vaguely felt that the manor was not as vibrant as before.

Mr. Malfoy's wife, Aunt Narcissa has always treated Chronos well, just like he was Aunt Narcissa's second son.

This time is no exception. Mrs. Malfoy has already prepared a large table of food, waiting for Mr. Malfoy to drive back. Basically, they are some traditional Christmas food, which Cronos has become accustomed to.

"Kronos, are you about to come of age?" On the table, Madame Malfoy kindly added another lamb chop to Kronos's plate and carefully cut Kronos into it.

"No, only sixteen years old after this year." Cronos' mouth was filled with food, and he mumbled vaguely.

"That's too fast, and you will grow up to be an adult in a blink of an eye." Mrs. Malfoy said emotionally, "You can have a good drink with your Uncle Lucius at that time."

"Definitely, definitely." Cronos said with a grin.

The atmosphere of dinner was quite pleasant, and everyone was very happy to eat.

It's just that Mr. Malfoy said a lot less than before, and he called Cronos into the study as soon as he finished dinner.

"What's the matter? Uncle Lucius, I haven't eaten enough gingerbread made by Aunt Narcissa!" Cronos complained slightly dissatisfied.

"When can that thing be eaten?" Mr. Malfoy said, "Do you know that the giant has been loyal to his master."

"Oh?" Cronos raised his eyebrows, and then naturally leaned on the sofa, raising Erlang's legs.

"Unexpectedly." Cronos said. "They found the giant so quickly? Where?"

"In Dijon, in the central-eastern part of France." Mr. Malfoy also sat in the chair of the boss the year after the desk. "Besides, giants are so big and easy to find. They all have twenty feet."

"There! I know the capital of the Burgundy region and the capital of the Côte d'Or province, and I have been to travel there." Cronos said after thinking about it for a while.

"Who did Voldemort let go?" Cronos asked suddenly.

"It's Fenrir Greyback." Mr. Malfoy said the name of a Death Eater.

"It's him! That werewolf." Cronos recalled the description of him in the original book.

Fenrir Greyback is perhaps the cruelest werewolf in the wizarding world. He made it his goal of life to bite and infect as many people as possible.

He wants to create enough werewolves to conquer wizards, so he specializes in biting children. He said, to bite them when they are young, so that they can grow up far away from their parents and grow up with hatred of normal wizards. UU reading www.uukanshu.com became a member of Voldemort's werewolf army.

Voldemort used to let him bite their children to threaten those who disobeyed him, and such threats often worked. He insisted that "blood is what the werewolf deserves, and the werewolf should retaliate against normal people.

"Giants don't like magic, and even with them they don't like wizards." Mr. Malfoy said, "so letting a werewolf go will make them feel a little close."

"That's true." Cronos nodded, although the relationship between the werewolf and the giant was not very good. But their difficult situation is given by the wizard.

"Didn't he be imprisoned in Azkaban after Voldemort's downfall?" Cronos suddenly remembered this, "What? Dementors don't understand the feelings of werewolves?"

"You are ashamed to say!" Mr. Malfoy gave Cronos a white look.

"What happened to me?" Cronos looked innocent.

"You wiped out a large number of dementors in the third grade. There were more than a hundred of them." Mr. Malfoy said irritably, "that's almost the entire population of dementors."