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Louis would have liked to wait for the class to finish, as he had done before, but he found that he couldn't do it today.

He was very concerned about that letter, yes, the unsigned letter - he shouldn't be so anxious.

But it was very strange, as if there was always something reminding him, which really shouldn't be - he had checked the letter, and there was no trace of magic.

Although he was only in the first grade, he didn't think that a child from an Auror family would not be able to tell if there was a magical wave.

And strangely, when he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, his feeling of inexplicable gradually disappeared.

Is it a coincidence?

He glanced back at the classroom, where only Professor Quirrell and his large scarf were left.

"What's wrong?" Draco noticed Louis' movement.

Louis wanted to shake his head and say it was nothing, but he hesitated for a moment, and instead lowered his head and whispered in Draco's ear, "I suspect that there is something wrong with Professor Quirrell."

"Is there a problem?" Draco also lowered his voice.

Since it was lunchtime, Draco didn't need to bring the little snakes with him, which gave him a chance to talk to Louis alone.

Louis nodded. "I trust my feelings," he added, "and I think he had something to do with my letter."

"That letter?" If he didn't mention it, Draco would forget about the unsigned letter.

"Well, I think I need to find a place to open it." At this time, they happened to walk to the stairs going down from the eighth floor. Louis watched the little wizards next to him go down the stairs, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He started to walk back, "We can't be too far away from Professor Quirrell, we need a place very close to the classroom—no, not too close—" He said, taking a few steps back, "I don't know if there is What an empty classroom, preferably one with a desk and a lot of space, I think I need to do some experiments."

He said a few words to himself, and looked up to see Draco's surprised face, "What's wrong?"

"Behind you." He said with wide eyes.

Louis turned around suspiciously, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the scene in front of him. He saw a smooth door appearing on the smooth wall at some point—appearing so abruptly—but it's nothing, Hogwarts There are many secrets.

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Everything was just as he imagined, an empty room with a huge table in the middle.

"It's almost responsive." Draco sighed when he came in.

Louis closed the door, which was a good position, and he could feel a little anxiety—urging him to open the letter.

Soon, he told himself.

Then he put the heavy parchment-wrapped letter on the table and watched as Draco approached.

"Are you sure? You can quit now." No one knew what this letter represented.

Draco raised his chin, "There shouldn't be anything in Slytherin that I don't know about." His drawling voice and haughty demeanor made one want to punch him.

But Louis likes his performance very much - this is the demeanor of being overly pampered, Draco must have had a perfect childhood - although he doesn't regret it, but his childhood was basically accompanied by books.

Charms were his only interest.

Louis rolled up his sleeves a little bit, and didn't stop until a trace of fair skin was exposed, and Draco noticed how long his dragon leather gloves were - oh, Merlin!what is that?

A small snake crawled slowly up from Louis' wrist, staring directly at Draco with ruby ​​eyes.

"His name is Gray, and he is a very docile little snake."

Louis stretched out his arms so that Gray could crawl into his palms.

"You can pet his head, he has a good temper."

Draco seemed scared, "You...you...how could he listen to you? Are you a descendant of Salazar? Impossible, I don't remember him leaving any children in Germany..."

"What are you thinking, this is just an ordinary little snake - it has nothing to do with Salazar - why listen to me? He is very smart."

"Do you speak Parseltongue?" Draco asked.

Louis shook his head, "How could I know that? My ancestors have nothing to do with Slytherin. I don't know any Parseltongue. I communicate with Gray in German."

Draco seemed better now, but he was still surprised, "It's the first time I've seen someone and a snake become good friends."

Louis teased Gray with his fingertips. "Look at him, he's cute—would you like to try?"

After the scare had passed, Draco's curiosity had returned - to have a docile snake - what a matter of pride!

"So what should I do?" he asked.

"Hold out your hand." Louis put his hand on Draco's. It has to be said that sometimes Draco is really courageous. If today's matter were replaced by Blaise, he would definitely refuse.

Gray slipped down Louis' fingers and into Draco's.

"Okay, now you stand far away and look after him." Louis said, "It's time to open this letter, and Professor Quirrell should leave if it drags on."

Draco didn't have the energy to pay attention to what Louis said right now, all his attention was on the tiny snake in his hand - really small and fragile as if he could hurt it if he made a fist .

He cautiously stretched out a finger to touch the little snake's head, the little snake stretched out its bright red head and licked his finger, making him itchy.

After settling down with Gray and Draco, Louis finally opened the letter.

Almost the moment he opened the letter, feeling the black magic aura on the letter, Louis subconsciously cast a spell, "Armor protection!"

A transparent shield surrounded him and Draco, only the distorted light above it made its presence known.

Draco obviously also realized the seriousness of the matter. Why was there an anonymous letter full of black magic to Louis?

Louis seemed much calmer at this time, and he even turned his head to look at Draco with leisure, "Draco, I need to ask you something."

Although a little unclear, Draco nodded, "Go ahead."

"What do you think..." Louis hesitated for a moment, but didn't ask.

Draco was a little dissatisfied, half-spoken or something, really annoying!

"What do you want to ask? You can say it directly."

Louis frowned in a rare way, but he didn't continue to ask, just waved his hand and put the envelope on the letter, "I think I've figured out Professor Quirrell, he himself, or he should carry some black The magic incentive—I don’t know what it is yet. I have to think about this matter and find a safe place to read what is written in the letter.”

"Isn't it safe here?"

"It's safe here," Louis replied, "but we should go down to dinner, if you don't want History of Magic to be late."

When they hurried down the stairs, I don't know if it was really a coincidence that Professor Quirrell happened to pass by them.

"Hi, Professor." Louis called out of politeness, but hid away.

But Professor Quirrell didn't care. With a thick book under his arm, he almost trotted down the stairs from their side. The strong smell of garlic filled the corridor.

Draco grumbled, "Really, we should have gone downstairs in front of Professor Garlic." He fanned his hand under his nose exaggeratedly, "It smells so bad."

Another lengthy history of magic in the afternoon.

Professor Binns's class is basically lying down, especially on rare sunny days, when the warm sunlight shines in, making people drowsy.

Louis wrote some beautiful German on the papyrus, Draco looked at it a few times, but couldn't understand it at all-this made him more determined to learn German.

He hung his head on Louis' arm, his eyes inches from the scrap paper.

Pan Xi next to him sneered at his behavior.

So, it’s rare that the good student Louis didn’t take notes, but he was kept in the dark because he couldn’t understand. How bad is this feeling?

Louis was planning on paper how to get rid of the dark magic smell on the letter, some of which his father had mentioned before-he had to add some.

It was a bit reckless for Draco to see that letter at noon today. He didn't expect that the letter would have something to do with black magic—he didn't want to reveal too much of his abilities yet, so he didn't ask That sentence.

Maybe nobles can really have friendship, but how many friendships are unbreakable before interests?

After all, he still didn't trust Draco that much.

Draco came from an orthodox wizarding noble family, he was the sole heir of the Malfoy family, he would have no less consideration than himself.

Sometimes, people really can't control their own destiny-Louis admits this, and has been strictly implementing this-he only lives the life he wants in a small area.

About this letter, I should also tell my father - but that is after reading the letter.

After finishing the history of magic, they had a long break before dinner-usually this time is the traditional British afternoon tea time, and Pansy would often take advantage of this time to organize some small gatherings within the academy.

But he is destined not to go today.

He greeted Pansy, and Draco explained that Crabbe and Goyle could take this opportunity to do something they wanted-although they would choose to go to that banquet to eat a feast.

After everything was settled, the two quietly climbed up to the eighth floor, and then walked to the noon position.

"How did that 'Room of Requirement' come about?" Draco asked.

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This chapter is for the cute girl who eats nothing~~~~~~