Snakes at Hogwarts

After glancing up and down at Andros suspiciously, Draco didn't say anything in the end.

Because no matter what, the fact is that as Andros said, he used his outstanding magic to earn another ten points for the academy.

In fact, Xiaolong and the other Slytherins quickly stopped paying attention to Andros.

Their attention turned to the remaining Gryffindors as Ms. Hooch left with a crying Neville.

While the two of them were going to the school nurse's room, Draco taunted the Gryffindors in the venue with all his strength.

"Did you see how stupid he looked?" he asked loudly in the direction of Gryffindor.

"That little chubby guy who is covered in mud, stupid, and doesn't know anything. By the way, what's his name?" Draco deliberately pretended to be racking his brains and taunted Gran who was present. Findo.

Hearing Draco's words, the Slytherins burst into laughter.

This undoubtedly made Draco even more proud. His taunting skill was definitely at the full level.

"Shut up, Malfoy," an Asian girl in Gryffindor yelled.

That was Parvati Patil, a beautiful Indian girl with jet black hair, an exotic face, and a pair of big eyes staring angrily at Malfoy.

"Hey, Patil, I didn't expect you to like this chubby little tear bag." Pansy also sprayed venom without any scruples.

She has actually known Petil for a long time, because Parvati's parents are both wizards, and they are of a high caste among Indians, and are a noble among Indian wizards.

And before enrolling, Patil had attended several drinking parties among wizard nobles with her parents.

Originally, their relationship was not bad, because there were not many aristocratic children in the same grade who entered Hogwarts together, and Patil was a new face that Pansy had never seen before, so naturally they had a good impression out of thin air.

However, this good impression, or short-lived friendship, soon ended when Patil was sorted into Gryffindor.

The conflict between the snake and the lion has been taking shape since the Big Four were still around.

It's really boring. The next part should be the classic plot of Harry and Malfoy fighting each other.

Andros thought with a bored look on his face. He had no intention of getting involved in the quarrel between these little brats.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he walked to a tree not far away, sat on the grass, and rested his head gently on the rough tree trunk.

This familiar feeling reminded Andros of the time he spent in the orphanage.

Although life was very difficult at that time, there was no need to frantically squeeze one's potential for what would happen in the future like now.

Sometimes, knowing too much is really not a good thing.

I really want to go back and take a look again, but I don’t know how Grandma Nancy is doing.

Why haven't I received a reply after I wrote her a letter?

Andros was thinking wildly, the afternoon sun shining through the leaves and illuminating spots on his face.

Not everyone was unaware of Andros.

In fact, since he rescued Neville, one person has always had his eyes on him, and this person is the savior Potter.

Seeing him leaning against the tree in a daze without anyone around him, what Harry didn't want to admit was that he felt a little envious in his heart.

To be honest, he never understood this boy of the same age as him.

Why is there so much hostility towards myself in the bookstore?

Why can he perform so well in class?

And, most importantly, why can he do what he wants to do without anyone noticing?

There were too many unanswered questions in the savior's heart. For this reason, he didn't even listen to Malfoy's taunts against Gryffindor.

"That guy, he's a weirdo," his good friend Ron commented after noticing Harry's gaze.

"Such a person should be sorted into Ravenclaw, a place full of weirdos, just like that annoying Granger."

His prejudiced words made Potter frown, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, that damn guy, what is he going to do?" Ron growled.

When Harry came back to his senses, he saw at a glance that the boy he thought was even more hateful than Dudley, Malfoy, was bending over and looking for something on the grass.

When he saw the glass ball in his hand, Harry felt a surge of anger rising from his heart and reaching the top of his head.

It looked about the same size as the crystal ball in the old magician Trelawney's divination class. The difference was that it was filled with white smoke that was constantly billowing, giving off a dazzling flash under the sunlight.

This is a memory ball, a complex alchemical product. Only wizards with different brain circuits from ordinary people can make such a thing.

It is also very simple to use. When you hold the memory ball tightly with both hands, if you forget to do something, the white smoke inside will turn red.

But, do you think that for a guy like Neville who can't even remember the password, even if he realizes that he forgot to do something, do you think he will remember what it was?

It seems unlikely.

"Look." Draco raised the glass ball in his hand as if showing off a trophy.

"That idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."

The Slytherins burst into laughter.

"Bring it here, Malfoy" Harry scolded, everyone fell silent and stared at the two of them.

"Why?" Malfoy strutted onto the broom.

"I'm going to hide it and let that idiot find it." He gave Potter a playful smile.

"Scarhead, what do you think if I put it on the tree? Or do you want me to put it on top of the castle?"

"I said bring it here, Malfoy."

Ignoring Harry, Draco made an international gesture towards him and flew into the sky. As for Ms. Huo Qi's previous warnings, Xiaolong didn't take it to heart at all. He was not scared.

As the school director's child, Draco didn't believe that he would be expelled from school for such a trivial matter.In that case, Lao Deng's secret society would lose a lot of gold Galleons.

"If you want it, come and get it, Scarhead" Flying in the sky, Draco loudly taunted Potter on the grass below.

He would never have imagined that Potter, who had never touched a broomstick, would actually dare to fly into the sky.

What Draco also didn't expect was that the latter actually flew very well.

Some people are born with talents that others cannot imagine. Mortals like Draco would not understand Potter, who has the aura of the protagonist.

Half a second of silence for him.