HP pure blood glory

Draco finally got his wish to be in a group with Louis and Pansy. When Harry Potter raised objections, Snape said with contempt: "Mr. Malfoy needs two assistants, and you also need two assistants." Assistant? Mr. Potter?"

Everyone knows that Draco's potion is the best in the school, so, facing Professor Snape's blatant partiality, the little lion of Gryffindor dare not say anything more, only the Weasley family Poor kept yelling about Draco's privileges.

But these are not what Louis cares about.

In the following week, Draco had a good experience of what it means to be a "professional professor" completely voluntarily.It seems that because of what made Louis suffer that night, Draco has behaved like a kitten these days. When Louis went to the library, he also followed with a pen and paper. When writing a thesis, he even took out his own thesis for Louis to refer to.Moreover, he dutifully taught Louis a lot of potions.

I have to say that if Draco came to be the Potions professor, Louis would definitely welcome him. He is much better than Snape.

This morning, when the owls poured into the Great Hall as usual, all eyes, not even the Slytherin snakes, were drawn to the long thin parcel carried by six long-eared owls. exception.

Draco stared at the package for a moment before concluding that it must be a broomstick.

They watched as the package flew over the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and hurled the broomstick straight in front of Savior Potter.

"What's going on?" Draco stood up all of a sudden, and even forgot to wipe the tiny crumbs from his mouth with a napkin.

Louis tidied himself up slowly, "Go and see if you want to."

Draco looked at Louis with some surprise, "You asked me to trouble Harry Potter? I thought you didn't like me trouble with them."

"It's up to you to find it or not." Louis replied, then arranged the knife and fork in front of him, and took the letter from Snow Sculpture.

"But I hope you come back soon," he added in a low voice, "we're still waiting for you to take it to class."

After speaking, he never looked at Draco again, but concentrated on reading the letter in his hand.

It was an unsigned letter, just a recipient's address and name scrawled in green ink, and the envelope was made of extremely thick parchment.

Louis tapped the letter with his own wand. There was no trace of magic on it.

Seeing this scene, Draco sat down again and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "It's boring, I won't go, anyway, I know it's a broomstick—besides, I'm very interested in your letter—who sent it?"

"I don't know." Louis tilted the envelope a little so Draco could see it clearly.

"Are you going to take it apart now?"

Louis shook his head. Breakfast would be over soon, and he didn't want to rush to open the letter - even if it might just be a harmless prank.

Classes on Wednesday are always a headache, there is no way, the two classes they hate the most are arranged together, but the first class of Charms is still a good adjustment.

Professor Flitwick is in charge of their Charms class. He is a very short man, and he has to stand on a pile of thick books to get to the blackboard every time in class, but there is no doubt that as a Ravenclaw Professor Flitwick deserves the respect of the little snakes.

Perhaps the only people in the whole school who got along well with Slytherins were the little bunch of lunatics in Ravenclaw.

Professor Flitwick's most proud students are Mr. Slytherin Knight and Miss Gryffindor Know-it-All. Well, speaking of Mr. Slytherin Knight, Louis said that he only recently learned his new title.

The cause stemmed from a time in the common room, Blaise said Pansy's words casually: "If Draco is His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, then what are we? Mister Slytherin Knight?"

Pansy retorted with a smile, "You are not qualified enough, only Louis can be counted as Mr. Knight."

In the Middle Ages, knights were endowed with a very high status. They were a symbol of royal power. If there must be someone beside the king and prince-then it must be a knight.

Louis was sitting in the soft chair next to the fireplace reading a book at that time, Draco leaned over when he heard this, leaning his back against Louis' arm, with his leather shoes on the handle of the chair, a soft chair for three Only two people can sit down.

Just hear him say in that usual, Malfoy-esque aria, "Ah, did you hear that? I'm Your Royal Highness, and you should treat me better than... now."

Louis withdrew his hand on Malfoy's head expressionlessly.

Everyone in the lounge laughed, and Pansy laughed directly on Blaise, who pushed her up helplessly.

"Listen, Louis." Malfoy jumped up from his chair and raised his wand. "I'm going to duel you!"

Louis finally withdrew his attention from the book in his hand and gave Draco a look, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Draco thought that he was the sole heir of the Malfoy family, how could he back down?

"Really? Then I'll be the referee." Pansy encouraged beside her. She always likes to watch the excitement.

Crabbe and Goyle sat on the soft chairs opposite, and the two of them looked here while eating.

Therefore, the duel was decided hastily.

Pansy looked at the opposing sides and said, "Go-go!"

"Disarm!" Louis made a decisive decision, and saw a red light from the tip of his wand, hitting Draco's wand directly, and Draco's wand flew to the side uncontrollably.

"Wand - come flying!" Before Draco could react, Louis cast another spell, and Draco's wand flew up unsteadily, and finally landed obediently in Louis' hands.

These two curses directly fooled many people in the lounge. They read it right, he is a first-year freshman, right? How come Louis always has the feeling that he is already in the second or third grade?

There are also some senior seniors who doubt in their hearts, is this German really a first-year student?He is so tall, he doesn't look like it... Kill them, they will not admit that they have just learned this spell.

Well, no harm without contrast.

"It's... it's not fair, I can't even use a single spell!" Draco exclaimed.

"You should practice more on your casting speed." Louis explained briefly.

"You're too fast." Draco said unconvinced.

"Haha." Louis seldom smiled, so when he smiled, the whole lounge looked over—they thought the German had facial paralysis!

However, Louis quickly recovered his previous expression, but it was not so cold after all. "Are you hurt? Let me see."

Draco lingered over and passed his right hand over, "It's red."

Louis handed Draco his wand, then took a neatly folded black handkerchief from his coat pocket.

"Waterproof and moistureproof!" He tapped the handkerchief with his wand, and "clear spring gushes out!"

A thin stream of water emerged from the tip of his wand, fell into the handkerchief, and soon formed a small puddle.

"Frozen as ice!"

It was another skilled freezing spell, and as the magic happened, the small puddle immediately turned into pieces of crushed ice.

Louis wrapped the handkerchief and put it in Draco's hand, "It will be fine in the freezer for a while."

"Oh." Draco obediently supported the handkerchief with his left hand, "The first magic you used just now, teach me!"

Louis nodded.

"By the way, you said you were going to teach me the magic about the crystal ball." Draco remembered another thing.

He clumsily took out a small crystal ball from his pocket with his uninjured left hand.

Louis did not refuse. In his opinion, what was promised must be done.However, "I will teach you first, and you can use it after the redness subsides."

"Okay." Draco agreed quickly.

Louis could only pick up his wand again, and swung it out. A long string of Latin words spit out from his mouth, with a beautiful tone, as if it was some kind of ancient music.

"It's so long." The unanimous reaction of the Slytherins listening.

There was a beautiful light coming from the tip of the wand—you couldn't tell what color it was, but it was surprisingly bright.

The crystal ball began to grow slowly.

Louis took the crystal ball from Draco's hand and put it on the table - the crystal ball kept growing until it was a foot in diameter.

Draco leaned over curiously, Louis' voice rang in his ears.

"Now, focus, stare into the crystal ball, and think about the constellation you want to see."

In an instant, the entire sky unfolded in Draco's mind, and the stars twinkled non-stop.He followed Louis's words and focused on thinking about Draco, and saw that piece of sky began to rotate - at the same time, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the sky - until he could clearly see Draco.

……

From then on, the whole Slytherin knew that the only heir of the Meyer family, the oldest family in Germany, had a talent for spells-it was almost as if he had started learning spells since he was born.

And Professor Flitwick always praised Mr. Slytherin Knight, which caused most of the little snakes to be very friendly to him.

However, when the charm class was over, their time became difficult.

Every time, Louis resisted stepping into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and Professor Quirrell always had a lingering strong smell of garlic.

The little Slytherins were always happy to laugh at him.They called him behind his back, "Professor Garlic."

"Ah, it's Professor Garlic's class again. It's so annoying." A Slytherin boy was lying on the table. He just finished Charms class. He really wanted to stay in this classroom for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to see Quirrell. professor.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Louis always looked terribly cold, and if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't even say a word for the whole class.

So the following scene appeared.

After they walked into the classroom one after another, almost all the students walked towards the backmost position. The last position in the entire classroom is a position that only people with top family backgrounds can occupy.

Even the little eagles who love knowledge are not very keen on this class.

Professor Quirrell is a very timid and cowardly person. Facing the ridicule of the little wizards, he always stammers a few words without deducting points—this makes the little snakes push forward even more up.

The author has something to say:

I like to complain as I write, it feels like a drama...

Oh, that's right, thank you for eating the girl's landmines for nothing, I'm so touched... I always feel that I haven't signed a contract so the popularity is not very strong, but you really gave me a lot of confidence to go on (bow)~~~~