HP Demon's Silence

Inside Hogwarts, the Slytherin common room.

The soft and thick dark green Persian carpet covered the entire floor of the lounge without leaving any gaps. In the tall fireplace engraved with gorgeous reliefs and small ancient runes, the warm red flames burned extremely brightly, bringing warmth to the perennially cold bottom of the lake. Comfort and light.

The lounge is very spacious, the dome is very high, and the six fans are composed of six huge murals. They are protected by magic and the colors are bright and new. There are several expensive landscape paintings on the walls, mainly green The velvet drapery with silver patterns is intricately embroidered and exquisitely embroidered, as if woven by moonlight, and the silver-gray tassels on the lower part hang down to the carpet on the ground.

The windows were enchanted, and the clear starry sky replaced the originally cold lake water, and the tranquility of the night diffused from it.

Facing the fireplace is a set of small sofa tables, and various exquisite and soft small sofas and cushions are scattered in other places a little further away.It was not too late at this time, and most of the Slytherin snakes gathered in small groups according to various standards: the girls were proudly showing off their expensive and exquisite clothes, or discussing the next dance dress up, or whisper some innocuous gossip; of course, some people quietly hold books that do not match their own age, read and study carefully, and occasionally discuss in a low voice with their companions.

Although the atmosphere among the boys was not as warm as when the Gryffindor lions gathered, there was still an undisguised vigor in the calmness.Fans of Widditch sneered at the unresponsive Hufflepuff, disdained the weak and conservative Ravenclaw, pointedly satirized the shitty luck of the Boy Who Lived and the useless technology of Gryffindor .

Of course, there are some couples among them, sharing a piece of refreshment; or a small group of opposite sexes who have a good relationship, making some harmless jokes with each other.

The prefect was not in the lounge, and naturally, a group of people led by Draco Malfoy took the best position directly opposite the fireplace.

Crabbe and Goyle had gone back to their quarters, and Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Alexandra Zetloff sat with Malfoy, besides Malfoy.

Alexandra Zetloff is of mixed British-Russian blood. Her father's family was an extremely prominent nobleman in Tsarist Russia. Today, she runs the Zetloff Group, which almost controls the entire Russian magic world, with a strong background.Her mother's family is the descendant of the ancient pure-blood nobles in the British magic world. Although the family has gone into decline, it still has considerable influence.

She was only 13 years old, her long, smooth chestnut hair fell on her shoulders, her white face had the depth unique to Russians, hiding a predictable beauty, and her blue eyes were full of strange amorous feelings.She sat on a sofa with Draco, leaning close to each other, peeling a grape and handing it to the boy from time to time.

Draco Malfoy, like all puberty boys, has grown ten centimeters in a year, and he already looks like a teenager.His skin was a little pale, and the platinum-blond soft short hair had obviously just been washed, hanging loosely around his cheeks. His eyelashes were long, and his blue-gray eyes looked noble and cold.He focused on the book in his hand, leaned casually on the sofa, and did not refuse Alexandra's snuggle.

"Oh, dear Draco, every night when I look at you, I feel an uncontrollable feeling of jealousy, even though reason tells me that this is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Blaise Zabini was sitting casually, with one hand resting on the armrest of the sofa, his legs stretched out straight, crossed and placed on the small table, a pair of peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, looking coquettish and uninhibited, with a smile on the corner of his mouth , sighed: "Why do you get the favor of so many women, what can I do better than you?" As he spoke, his maroon eyes lightly glanced at Pansy Parkinson, who was absent-mindedly dealing with the history of magic homework.

It's a pity that the girl didn't notice anything.

Hearing this, Draco raised his head, smiled lightly, and teased: "I think it has something to do with your skin color! Girls may consider some practical issues, such as not being able to find their own clothes when they go for a walk at night." Boyfriend, what should we do?"

Alexandra covered her mouth with a face-saving smile, and said angrily, "Well, Draco, you really have no morals..."

Blaise's mouth twitched, and he retorted dissatisfiedly: "Oh, Merlin, Draco, you are too ignorant. This wheat-colored skin is one of the sexiest in the world, and it is a symbol of fitness and strength! Complexion How can a pale little ghost give a lady a sense of security?"

"Come on, Blaise!" Pansy temporarily turned his attention to their conversation, his dark eyes glaring playfully at the dark-skinned boy, "Fitness and strength? You are pure genetics, thanks to For your handsome father!"

"Oh? So you also think I'm handsome, don't you?" Blaise asked with his eyes shining as he leaned forward slightly.

Pansy rolled her eyes in the most inelegant manner.She threw the half-written thesis on the coffee table and said irritably, "I'll go back and get a book. Do you want candy? My mother sent it to me this morning."

"Of course!" Blaise didn't get the answer he wanted, curled his lips, and fell back on the sofa in disappointment, "Mrs. Fat troubles."

Draco was not annoyed either, he carefully clipped an exquisite bookmark into the pages of the book, put it down slowly, and then lazily responded: "The beauty of candy lies in its ever-changing nature, as well as the creator's intentions and thoughts. The joy of sharing. Oh, but you're right about one thing, I'm not afraid of being fat—and I'm not afraid of tooth decay."

Pansy's rosy lips broke into a schadenfreude smile: "Oh, it's so sad, poor Brace, why are your teeth so weak?" Then he turned away happily.

Blaise slumped on the couch.

"Hey," Alexandra glanced at them and reassured casually, "I don't think it's a big problem. You don't like candy anyway, do you?"

"Dear Shanda, he's not just sad about it. Have you forgotten what we were talking about?" Draco said.

"Oh? That's even more strange. As far as I know, in the whole of Hogwarts, girls who want to hold hands with you can line up to the Gryffindor tower from here. This is not enough to prove that you Zabi Is it the charm of Young Master Ni?"

But no matter what Alexandra said, Young Master Zabini acted as if he didn't hear him, and kept lying weakly, obviously determined to pretend to be dead before Pansy came back.

The three were silent for a while, when the door to the Slytherin common room swung open slightly, and two seniors walked in side by side.

The boy on the left is slender, wearing a well-tailored and high-quality Slytherin school uniform and robes. In addition to the Slytherin coat of arms, there is also a special badge pinned to his chest.His long black hair was neatly and loosely tied behind his head, his eyes were cold and lonely light gray, and there was a slight smile on his perennially indifferent face at this moment.

The girl walking on the right has blond hair and a shawl. Her eyes are like the sea, and her face has slightly sharp lines that are different from most noble girls. Unlike the teenagers around her, she always maintains a gentle and comfortable smile at the corner of her mouth.There is a badge on her chest that is exactly the same as the boy's.

They are the current male and female prefects of Slytherin, the fifth grader Sai Bartholomew and the sixth grader Naphaline Kedolis, who came back from the routine inspection.

Say walked over to the fireplace and sat in Pansy's previous seat, while Nafarin sat next to Draco on the couch.

"Welcome back, dear prefects, is inspection time over?" Draco asked.

"No, strictly speaking, not yet." Nafalin propped her chin, and replied gently and slowly: "It's just that we saw an interesting thing, so we couldn't wait to come back, in order to give you those who urgently need gossip to enrich your life." The little nobles tipped off the news."

Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was keenly aware of some subtle changes in this senior's temperament. She was just smiling at first, but now she seemed to be in a happy mood.what happened?

At this time, Alexandra seemed not very happy, and saw that the streamer's blue eyes seemed to have frozen into ice, and she didn't buy it at all when facing the two seniors: "Oh, we can't wait to listen, Kaidoli Senior sister Si, didn't you realize that you disturbed our little party?"

Nafalin just glanced at the noble girl who was holding Draco's arm, and shrugged with a constant smile.

"Zetloff, as long as Draco is willing, you can go into the boys' dormitory with him." Sai glanced at her coldly, "If you must stay here and don't want to be disturbed by us, you can change to another one." Stay in a quiet little corner, this is your freedom!"

The person mentioned, Draco, opened his eyes wide, looked very surprised, looked at Alexandra beside him, and said, "Shanda, you want to go to the boys' dormitory with me? Don't you think Is this too soon? After all, we are still young. Although this is a very tempting proposition, I would prefer to sit here for a while."

"Draco!" Princess Zetlov didn't expect Draco to say such words, making her instantly isolated and helpless, and she had to bear the consequences of her careless words alone, her beautiful cheeks flushed red.

Young Master Malfoy showed a contemptuous and nasty smile, and turned his head mercilessly: "Prefect Sai, no one looks forward to your anecdote more than I do. Please tell me, I'm all ears."

Gritting her teeth, Alexandra sat with her back stiff for a while, then stood up slowly, gave Draco a sad look, and left like a proud swan.

Soon, Pansy's voice was heard from the stairs: "Hey, Zetloff, are Draco and Blaise gone?"

After a while, Pansy came down, saw the boys sitting firmly on the mountain, and said happily: "Oh, I guess, what good show did I miss?" She put the exquisite candy box in her hand On the small table, he was about to sit in the vacant seat next to Draco, but Blaise pulled him over and pushed him into the single sofa where he was sitting. Then, before Pansy glared at him, he stood up consciously and turned to Lean on the arm of the sofa.

"Didn't you see that Draco is already accompanied by a beautiful woman?" Seeing that Pansy was going to get angry, he quickly defended himself.

"Thank you for your compliment, Blaise." Nafarin smiled, "Pansy, since there is a gentleman offering you a seat, you might as well sit there."

Pansy glared at Blaise and leaned against the back of the sofa angrily.

"What happened?"

"Nafarin and I saw Dumbledore when we were patrolling."

"Oh, that's really surprising," Blaise said lazily, apparently failing to arouse his curiosity.

"Yes." Prefect Sai Bartholomew glanced at Blaise, and continued indifferently: "He left the castle with the four deans."

"Oh?" This time, Draco leaned forward with great interest, and he didn't know what bad idea was turning in his gray-blue eyes.

"Whatever you're thinking, Draco, but then we saw them back again," Nafarin reminded understandingly.

Sai nodded: "When they came back, they brought a girl about your age with dozens of boxes floating behind them. So it's clear, they went to pick her up."

"That's amazing!" Blaise said again, this time more seriously. "Is she a transfer student? Or an exchange student? She actually asked the principal and all the deans to pick her up in person!"

Pansy focused on another aspect: "Merlin, dozens of boxes! How do they look? What's in them?"

"Oh, Pansy, why are you giving the prefect a hard time with this kind of question?" Draco said. "If you want to know, just ask her later."

"Oh?" Say raised her eyebrows lightly, and said, "How are you sure she will come to Slytherin?"

Draco explained: "Not necessarily going into Slytherin, but I will definitely come tonight. Since it is a VIP, where else can I go except that Slytherin has many spare rooms? Of course there are countless people in the castle. rooms, but none of them can be used to entertain a distinguished guest..."

Na Falin smiled knowingly: "You are right. In fact, we thought so too, so we came back early today."

At this moment, the door of the lounge opened again.

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