HP Hogwarts, a piece of daily life

Xueba Juan Wang Lin An smiled slightly, and turned his palm under the long table, and a soft and white light ball the size of an egg was gathered in his palm.

Draco was dumbfounded!

He dared to swear: Just now, when the palm was turned over, there was nothing there!

This time, not only did he not see Lin An using his wand, he didn't even hear her make a sound.

Lin An took Draco's hand, and carefully placed the soft, seemingly intangible but palpable fluorescent light in his palm:

"Silent wandless magic - very simple, as long as there is no distraction. This is [Lumos], fluorescent lights... I guess, you from a pure-blood family have learned it?"

Draco froze like a stone statue.

"Do not."

He was a little dazed: "The magic development of little wizards is unstable before the age of 11, and it is strictly forbidden to learn magic."

This time, his voice was obviously much more obedient, and his whole person became cute.

But Lin An looked at him in surprise: "That's right. So I only learned it after my birthday-you must have learned it?"

Speaking of Versailles, Lin An said immodestly—all of you here are younger brothers.

Draco looked like he was about to cry aggrieved, he lowered his voice: "You, aren't you from the Muggle world? Why—"

His tone was terrified, but the movement of holding the ball of light was extremely gentle.

This time, Lin An didn't answer him, but just smiled at him: "So, do you want to be friends with me?"

Draco hesitated for a long time.

His face was intertwined with admiration for the strong, and there was also a trace of weird ecstasy, so that it took him a long time before he answered in a very low voice:

"Okay. The Malfoys—"

Halfway through the conversation he felt something was wrong.

Looking sideways, he saw Lin An's eyes were fixed on the front of the auditorium.That nasty Scarhead was plopping down on the stool and putting on the Sorting Hat.

"Don't come to Slytherin! Don't come to Slytherin!"

At this moment, Draco completely forgot the purpose of befriending Harry Potter (although he would forget it every time he was angry), but resisted desperately.

The branch of the Savior has attracted much attention.

After a long time, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Harry's sight came from afar, and Lin An immediately applauded enthusiastically, which was particularly eye-catching in the sparse applause from Slytherin.

Draco noticed that the faces of several prefects were very ugly.

but……

He looked at the ball that was still glowing in his palm, and for some reason, his heart was suddenly filled with anticipation.

This sense of anticipation lasted until everyone finished singing the school song in a daze, and the dinner began. When the long table was filled with an assortment of sumptuous meals, Draco puffed out his chest proudly:

"I'm afraid you haven't eaten any good food in the Muggle world, but Hogwarts is different. My father said that the history of the castle is very old, and the various delicacies are even far better than the kitchens of noble families..."

Lin An looked at Draco with complicated eyes, who was eating a steak with a noble attitude, but then ate three pieces of fried chicken, and couldn't help looking at the top of his head——

That is to say, Britain not only has dark cuisine, but British men also have a nightmare that they cannot escape...

She expressed concern for Draco.

Empty stomach, but lack of interest in a pile of fried food.

The steak was good, but Lin An would have preferred a bowl of stewed beef brisket with tomato and white rice.

Looking around, she reached out and took a pie covered in red oil, which seemed to contain green peppers.

took a bite.

Mmm, cranberry syrup with pimento mozzarella and beef.

The syrup is almost as thick as pie.