[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Ten minutes passed, and Malfoy's face became very ugly. He coughed lightly, indicating that he was about to speak.Kristo turned her head, with a big smile on her face that made Malfoy think she seemed a little too happy.He asked dryly, "What did we bet just now?"

"Under Gryffindor's Spire."

Malfoy's knuckles turned white, he remembered - a Slytherin, going to Gryffindor's steeple, if it was placed before this, he would definitely believe that they were going to kick off Gryffindor's lair, Instead of sending a girl back!

"Okay." He spat out the answer slowly, but his gray eyes flickered, "I'm sorry, but if I can't cook milky white slugs tonight, my dear professor may not will let me go."

"so?"

Malfoy looked at her arrogantly, but it was a pity that Christo still had a bewildered expression, looking into her big sapphire blue eyes, he became more and more unconfident - Christo? McMillan reminded him all the time that he Not like a real pureblood, not like a real Malfoy.What a nuisance!Did she look like one of the MacMillans?How can a lady use a loud voice and then yell at others?Maybe during Potions class, she was calculating too!In order to take away the professor's favor from him!It must be so!He couldn't help thinking bitterly, and then he was even more unhappy to find that the other party was in a daze from beginning to end, and had a faint tendency to continue dissecting the toad.

Could a toad look better than a Malfoy?He tapped his knuckles on the table impatiently, trying to hide his nervousness. "You have to tell me how to do it?" He whispered more and more, but his eyes became more and more righteous.

Christo burst out laughing: "Please ask the church to let you see Merlin?" She pointed at the slug, "The key lies in soaking time and heat. Generally speaking, the soaking time should not exceed 5 minutes. It is first big and then small until it is completely fine."

"It's that simple?" Malfoy looked at her suspiciously, a Gryffindor would kindly tell a Slytherin how to steam a slug?Instead of tricking him by cooking explosives?

"Of course!" Christophe nodded confidently, "But Mr. Malfoy never did it once."

He shouldn't have humiliated himself and asked her back.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Malfoy stared blankly at the milky white crystal clear slug in the steaming dish. He couldn't describe his mood at the moment with words. He felt that when he opened his mouth, he held a ridiculous expectation, "Don't you think it's weird to do that?" he asked.

Krisdo turned her head to look at his steaming dish: "It's not bad!"

"I mean, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor—these two houses have always been sworn enemies, didn't you hear that before you came to Hogwarts?" Malfoy said bitterly.

"No." Christo tilted his head and thought for a while, "Gidero didn't say anything, Harry didn't know, and fell asleep within 10 minutes of meeting Ron, and the Sorting Hat didn't say anything."

"But you know now, don't you?"

"and then?"

"Then...then..." Malfoy felt that he couldn't communicate with Christo anymore, he couldn't say, you shouldn't have told me the method, you should have pulled out your wand and yelled a curse at me.Even more tragically, he discovered that he hadn't done the same.

"The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin at first." Christo carefully stared at the texture of the toad's muscles, not noticing Malfoy's expression at all, "I refused..."

"Your head must have been eaten by a troll!" Malfoy interrupted angrily.

"Unfortunately, he's a little bit smarter than Mr. Malfoy, isn't he? In fact, he planned to put me in Raquellaw, and I refused."

Malfoy didn't know what to say, he felt that the thing on Christo's neck couldn't even be called a head.

"And it chose Gryffindor for me."

"It was threatened by Professor Dumbledore!" Malfoy said disdainfully.

Christo rolled his eyes at him: "What I want to say is, if it's according to your wishes, wouldn't I have to kill myself!"

Malfoy was silent for a while, then said, "It seems quite reasonable."

Christo carefully took out the last toe bone. She held the skeleton and looked it over with a satisfied smile on her face.Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and she said casually: "The Sorting Hat told me that it was going to put you in Gryffindor, but there are fewer and fewer pure-blood wizards, Slytherin House There are always not enough students..."

"You nonsense!" Malfoy glared at her.

"But you believed it." Christo took off her gloves and threw them on the laboratory table, she squinted her eyes and looked Malfoy up and down, "I have to say that Mr. Malfoy has many characteristics of Strelin. "

Malfoy kept his mouth shut, as he didn't think there would be anything nice to say about Christo, whether she was a Gryffindor or a Sterling.