[HP] Draco's One Thousand and One Nights

This morning Draco woke up according to his usual routine.

"Potter?" Draco couldn't adapt to the enlarged Harry's face in front of him, "Am I still dreaming?"

"No no no, how could it be a dream." Draco shook his head, he remembered, he is still a ferret now, damn it, if only it was a dream!

"Well, who are you?" Harry, who woke up in a daze, was obviously not awake like Draco, he picked up the ferret Draco, rubbed his white fur and asked with a smile: "You Which troublemaker's pet is it?"

A bewildered Harry had apparently taken Draco the ferret as the pet of a student who had sneaked into his bedroom.

"Let go of me, damn Potter!" Draco was no pet ferret, and certainly wouldn't like being treated like this.

"What?" A talking ferret, whose voice still sounded so much like that bastard Malfoy, Harry let go of his hand in fright, and Draco the ferret jumped out of his arms immediately.

"Look how stupid you are." Draco stood on the floor, raised his head with some effort and laughed at Harry.

Harry was confused for a while, he already remembered what happened last night, but he clearly remembered that he threw that Malfoy guy on the sofa and left it alone, so why is he on the bed now?

"Hey, Malfoy, you..." Wait a minute, Harry didn't know how to continue asking in the middle of the sentence, could it be possible to ask "Malfoy, why are you in my bed?" It always feels a little weird to say that.

"Forget it, it's okay." Harry shook his hair and jumped off the bed, "I'll go see if George replied?"

Harry ran out of the bedroom as soon as he finished speaking, and Draco followed helplessly. Draco knew that George Weasley could not reply so soon. He might have just received the letter at this time, so what about Harry? Might hear back now.

As Draco expected, Harry's letter had just landed on the table in George's store. As for when it would be opened, it was not certain, because Harry's letter was delivered to George's store together with a large pile of the same letter. Mail-order orders from Hogwarts, and these letters from Hogwarts are all treated as mail-order letters waiting for the clerk to process.

Poor Harry, he hadn't written to George for a long time, so he had no idea that any personal letters intended for George were sent to the Burrow.

"Oh, it's not here yet." Harry was a little frustrated.

"Of course it didn't arrive. You just sent it in less than ten hours, okay?"

"I'm not in a hurry for you." Harry was a little annoyed.

Draco wasn't necessarily happy either, they still had a serious problem.

"It's Monday, Potter."

"I know, what's wrong?"

"I have two Potions classes today." Draco frowned, of course Harry couldn't see a ferret frowning, but he could feel Draco's worry.

"Why don't we go talk to Professor McGonagall first and ask her to find someone to take the class." Harry's words are not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall is the headmaster, and Draco's situation can't be hidden, and neither can Slytherin People control.

"That's the only way." Draco nodded, and quickly climbed onto Harry's shoulder, "Let's go."

"Hey!" Harry stretched out his hand to lift the ferret Draco up. Harry would never say it. This feeling is so good. Draco Malfoy, the bastard, will have such a day that he can make the ferret Draco up with one hand. There was nothing he could do.

"Stay here." Harry ignored Draco's claws kicking in the air, and put him back on the bed, "I haven't washed my face yet, so I can't go to Professor McGonagall like this."

Draco had no choice but to wait for Harry. After all, he couldn't run out by himself now, not to mention his physical strength, what if he scared their professor who was no longer young.

But Professor McGonagall's reaction was obviously different from what Draco had imagined.

Although Professor McGonagall had some complaints about Harry who ran over early in the morning, his expression was as serious as ever.But after she learned that the ferret in Harry's arms was Draco, the expression on her face became a little weird.

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, no matter what special preferences you have in private, I will not interfere."

Draco's face stiffened, but of course no one could tell.

Harry was a little puzzled, "Special hobbies? Is Quidditch special?"

"Professor McGonagall, I think you misunderstood." Draco jumped out of Harry's arms with a stiff face, "My current situation is due to a prank by Mr. George Weasley, and I may not be able to change back now ..."

After Draco's explanation, Professor McGonagall finally understood, but Harry still didn't understand what Professor McGonagall meant at first.

"So, Professor McGonagall, the most important thing now is to arrange a substitute professor." Draco said while thinking about the teaching time of the Hogwarts professors, it seems that most of the professors have bumped into his class... No, there seems to be another person.

"Mr. Malfoy, there may be only one suitable candidate..." The same is true for Professor McGonagall. She is very clear about the course schedule of the school's professors, and it seems that there is really only one suitable person.

"No, he's not suitable." Draco said firmly.

"Why?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Mr. Malfoy, you must know that he is indeed the most suitable candidate."

"I have no problem with other subjects, but Potions, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it."

Listening to the conversation between Professor McGonagall and the ferret version of Draco, Harry was a little puzzled. Could it be that he was scolded by Malfoy more and became more and more stupid.

"Harry, do you think you can teach potions?" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned to Harry and asked such a question.

"Me?" Harry pointed to his face in surprise. It turned out that they were talking about themselves all the time, but they were teaching potions, "This..."

"He can't do it, Professor, you should know Potter's potions grades, it's always been..." Draco couldn't help but said, he was really worried about Harry, a guy who had blown up a cauldron, teaching potions.

"Hey, Malfoy, how can you say that, don't you forget that my potions were the best in sixth grade!" Harry couldn't help interrupting Draco, he didn't believe that Malfoy could teach I can't teach myself well!

"Very well, then Mr. Harry Potter will be in charge of Potions class temporarily until Mr. Malfoy recovers." Professor McGonagall made a final decision.

The author has something to say:

I cried for a long time when I saw the news of Uncle Alan last night. Fortunately, the character of Severus Snape will always live in our hearts.

It's a bit late to update today, sorry, life is so fragile, I hope everyone is well and cherish the present.