hello mr draco

As a teaching assistant, Chen Junyu doesn't need to go to the classroom most of the time.All that is needed is for Professor Lockhart to send the students' homework to him, and he will correct and sort it out.He spends most of his time sorting out materials in his office.

Occasionally, little Spi John, who doesn't know any English words, will always ask him for English lessons with a big Leilei English dictionary.Time also passed leisurely.

Chen Junyu turned around and brought the new correction homework, but when he saw the questions above, he really didn't know what to write.

The paper reads:

[1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement so far? 】

And so on, the whole three pages of kraft paper are full of such unnutritious topics, and the last one reads:

【54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?What's his ideal birthday gift? 】

Chen Junyu's face was dark, and he didn't know what to think about the quill in his hand?Will students really answer this kind of question?He looked at the answer, and after flipping through a few test papers, he found a witch named Granger, writing fluently in delicate handwriting:

[Answer: Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color is lilac.

A: Gilderoy Lockhart's professor's secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, as well as sell my own line of hair conditioners. 】

Chen Junyu: "..." ╥╯^╰╥

His expression was sad.

Damn!

That guy went to Hogwarts to make trouble everywhere, but what kind of questions are they called?

Does this have anything to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts?He really felt sad for the students of these classes. Can such a teaching level defeat the Great Demon King?Chen Junyu is now very suspicious of whether the author has opened the back door.

In the contest between Xueba and Xueba, in the end Xueba was defeated by Xueba.It's like a Qiong Yao drama...

Chen Junyu stuffed his homework indiscriminately and put it in a file folder.He didn't bother to change this kind of unnutritious topic. Why don't he study the book he just picked up from Mr. Platinum Bok not long ago?

The main thing in that book is to collect the souls scattered all over the place, based on the magician's energy, plus the required materials and the magic circle made.A body that is no different from a human can be born, but the last page of this book records that to train the soul carrier, you need to kill the purest animal in the world.

Chen Junyu didn't need to think about it, the word unicorn flashed in his mind.

There is another kind that is relatively pure, and that is the newborn baby.However, Chen Junyu would never use human babies as materials.

A few days later, Chen Junyu, who was returning from borrowing materials from the library, was blocked at the corner of the stairs by a very thin boy with light brown hair.

He was holding a large pile of books and almost fell to the ground because of this rampant little boy.Holding the book in one hand and supporting the wall with the other hand, he barely managed to stabilize the tendency to fall.After a while, he had time to talk to the child.

"Is there a problem?"

"Hello! My name is Colin Creevey. I heard that Professor, you are the adoptive father of the mysterious man?" Colin said eagerly, with an old camera hanging around his neck.

This is just Chen Junyu's idea.

For him, who lived in the 21st century and had access to N-generation digital cameras, the camera hanging on the neck of this boy named Colin is definitely the ancestor of N-generation digital cameras.

It's just that the child's way of asking questions is very direct, and fortunately, the person he asked today is Chen Junyu, who has a milder personality.If he met other professors with such a confident tone, he would be deducted college points.Chen Junyu smiled and nodded:

"Yes……"

In the affirmative, Colin's pale eyes almost sparkled.He quickly picked up the camera and quickly pressed the shutter when the other party was caught off guard.A candid shot was completed intact.

Chen Junyu didn't mind the kid secretly taking pictures of himself, he took a step around the road, holding a heavy book, and planned to go back to his office.The little tail behind him followed quickly, asking excitedly.

"If You-Know-Who were going to murder Harry Potter, Professor, which side would you help?"

This is really a little guy who shouldn't be carrying a pot, but Chen Junyu stopped in his tracks, turned around, looked directly at this squeaking young man, and said to him seriously:

"Then if one day Harry Potter wanted to murder your relatives, which side would you be on, little classmate?"

Colin Creevey was stunned by Chen Junyu's gentle question. He squeezed his chin without thinking, thinking about the question carefully.On one side are the legendary heroes whom I have admired for many years, and on the other side are relatives who have given me the grace of upbringing and are related by blood.If one day someone he admired came to hurt his relatives, he thought he would stand by his relatives.

After figuring it out, he was going to answer the professor's words, but when he raised his head, the corridor was empty.

After finally surviving until the afternoon, Dudley, who was doing homework in the common room, was dragged to the training ground by Draco who was ready to go.

It's just that when he followed the Slytherin team to train the Quidditch team, there was already a team training on the field.The smell of gunpowder caught off guard erupted in the air, and the captain of Gryffindor waved to their team members and everyone stopped in the air.

Slytherin's robes are green, Gryffindor's are red.The two colors were easily distinguishable on the playground, which also led to Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood walking towards them with staring eyes as soon as Dudley and the others entered the training ground.

"I can't believe it!" Oliver Wood said angrily, suppressing his voice, but his eyes were fixed on Slytherin captain Marcus Flint: "It's our training time! We’ve been training early in the morning until now, and it won’t be your turn before the sun goes down, so please go out!”

Harry Potter, surrounded by Gryffindor, keenly observed a familiar figure beside Draco among the pile of green robes.When Dudley, who was chatting with Draco with half of his head exposed, fell into his eyes, Harry tightened his broomstick in excitement.

It's just that he knew that Dudley was accompanying Draco, so he was inevitably a little disappointed and melancholy, but then Captain Slytherin said in a high-pitched angry voice, which interrupted his meditation.

"Oh, you booked the stadium?" Flint raised his eyebrows unhappily, took out a note from the wizard's robe, and waved it in front of Wood, "But we have a note specially signed by Professor Snape. (I, Professor Sy Knapp, have given permission for the Slytherins to come to the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seekers.)"

"You have added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted in an instant, and he looked at the Slytherin team unhappily, wanting to see which one without eyes became the new Seeker, and so on. When it comes to the game, he wants to kill the opponent, "Where is it?"

From behind the six tall team members, two petite boys flashed out.Draco, with his fair complexion and steep bones, wore a smug smile and held a broomstick in his hand.And next to him stood Dudley with the same blonde curly hair, but Dudley didn't hold a broomstick.Everyone immediately focused their attention on Draco who was holding the broomstick.

"Oh!" Fred said in a high-pitched voice, "Draco Malfoy, it seems that our competition for this year's ball game is very fierce!"

"I'm looking forward to colliding with you!" George raised his hand. He put his elbow on Fred's shoulder, and Fred's arm rested on his shoulder. The two brothers blinked happily.

Wood didn't care who their new Seeker was, the problem was that their training was nearing its climax, and when Slytherin came to take advantage of the fire, he just couldn't swallow it.It's just that his extra eyes noticed that everyone on the Slytherin side was holding "Nimbus 2001" broomsticks, the kind of broomsticks that dazzled the Gryffindor players' eyes in the sun.

"Isn't it because of my father's sponsorship that I entered the team." Wood wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the nervous Harry Potter.

"I think my training is almost done today, Wood. I want to go back to the common room and do my homework for a while..." Harry said a little cautiously, because when he interrupted Wood, Wood had already cast his eyes angrily on he.

"I know it's your cousin standing next to Draco Malfoy! Anyway, he's in Slytherin!"

"What do you mean!" Draco walked out of the crowd angrily, looking at Oliver Wood dangerously.

He Draco Malfoy would not allow anyone to insult his friend, the purpose of Slytherin.Article [-]: A good Slytherin does not allow his friends to be insulted.

"That's what I mean, you blood-bad bastards. That's a good explanation, isn't it?" Oliver Wood quickly pulled his wand out of his sleeve, pointed the tip of the wand at Draco, and let out a slap. cast a silent spell.

For a split second, Draco felt someone push him.Dudley, who had been standing behind him all the time, was caught off guard by a beam of red light hitting the center of his eyebrows, and instantly collapsed to the ground.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded all around, mixed with the screams and panic of many people.

"Quick! Take him to the infirmary quickly!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

The noise of chirping was mixed with the sound of physical collision, and then Ron said in a panicked voice.

"It's not suitable to fight at this time, you guys hurry up and think of a way, there is blood coming out of his mouth... Oh! My God!"

"Dudley! Dudley! You'll be all right..."

Dudley also heard Harry's voice, but the moment he was hit by the wand, the image frozen on his retina was the gray sky of the training ground and the figures shaking around.He didn't have any perception, he just felt as if he was in the dark mist.

In the end, I couldn't even feel the pain, and fell into a deep coma.