HP pure blood glory

Louis thought for a while, and said, "Could it be that sentence? I remember, I was talking, and you stared and looked behind me."

However, he repeated what he said at noon, and nothing changed on the wall.

"There must be something we haven't noticed, and some opening conditions we haven't met—" Louis mused.

Suddenly, "Walking!" Draco said excitedly, "You walked by the door several times - could it be that?"

Louis nodded, "Let's try."

When he walked in front of the door for the third time, a smooth wooden door exactly the same as at noon appeared in front of their eyes.

Louis pushed the door open with ease, and the two of them walked in—there was no change between here and noon, and the huge chandelier on the ceiling shone brilliantly.

Louis took out the letter, and cast a defensive spell on Draco, "You wait here."

He walked to the table and opened the envelope. At the same time, a long string of fluent Latin words rang in the room—in fact, the body of the spell is Latin, but after thousands of years of changes, they have been compared with languages ​​from all over the world. out of fusion.

In order to completely cover up the aura of black magic, Louis used the purest Latin—it wasn't difficult, he was forced to learn it when he was young—now that he thought about it, he still had to thank him for obediently learning it back then.

Fortunately, the person who wrote this letter did not set any spell on purpose, and the aura of black magic was quickly covered up—maybe the person was just trying to show his identity.

Only then did Louis pick up the small piece of letter paper with confidence, on which there was only one line written in black light green ink: join us.

"What does that mean?" Draco asked, frowning.

Louis shook his head. "I'm going to tell my father about this letter—it's not something I should worry about."

Draco nodded, but it was clear from his expression that he seemed to have thought of something bad.

In fact, Louis also had a guess in his mind, but just like what he said to Draco - this really shouldn't be something he should worry about.As for whether Draco will tell Uncle Lucius about it?He said that he didn't care about it, and maybe he could take this opportunity to know Uncle Lucius' position.

On the eve of Halloween, the whole school is filled with festive joy.

Professor Flitwick began to teach them a spell that would make objects levitate, and he divided them into pairs to start training.Louis's partner was of course His Royal Highness the Prince of Slytherin, Pansy with Blaise, and Crabbe with Goyle - grinning and waving their wands at each other.

["Now, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, standing on his pile of books as usual.

"Flick, remember, flick. It is also very important to recite the spell—"]

Professor Flitwick resumed his story of "the buffalo trampling the wizard".

A Slytherin girl screamed, and the feathers in front of her somehow caught fire.Flitwick had to jump down from the pile of books and cast a few spells on the feather.

"I bet she's got a bunch of jam pies in her head." Draco glanced back, and complained to Louis, "How did such a stupid person get assigned to us Slytherins?"

"Yuga—Dim Leviosa!"

The feather in front of Louis swung about five inches up, just level with his nose.

Professor Flitwick walked over happily, and he climbed onto Draco's chair with little effort (during which Draco stepped aside nimbly) Professor Flitwick said cheerfully, "Thank you!" Thank you!", then stood on the chair and clapped his hands, "Look, everyone, Mr. Meyer has successfully made the feather float! Oh - he did it perfectly, five inches in height!"

Immediately afterwards, another Ravenclaw girl also succeeded. Although her feathers were not flying smoothly, Professor Flitwick was very happy. He said when get out of class was over, "This year's little wizards really Very talented!"

"Yo, isn't this Miss Granger?"

When walking down the stairs, Draco saw one of the Gryffindor trio sharply, and he said arrogantly, "Crying so sad-why, Hogwarts finally decided to clear the Mudbloods out School? As I said earlier, having those mudbloods study with a pure-blood wizard is a pure-blood wizard's nightmare—"

Hermione Granger turned her head and gave Draco a hard look, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts - Louis raised his wand, "I guess it's not good for you to go to the party like this -"

Miss Gryffindor Know-it-All took a few steps back—

"Your face is radiant!" Some sparkling stars emerged from the tip of Louis's wand, and before Miss Granger could dodge, they swarmed up and wrapped her up - such a miraculous scene made many little wizards around couldn't help but stop. down the steps.

When the little star disappeared, Miss Gryffindor Know-it-All's appearance had become almost unrecognizable. The original red eyes had completely disappeared, and there was still a slight blush at the corners of the eyes—making her look more charming.

Her hair, which was messy in the past, was extremely smooth at the moment, and it lay against her face quietly.

"Hope you'll forgive my offense, Miss Granger - Happy Halloween."

After speaking, Louis took the lead towards the restaurant, leaving behind Granger who didn't know what happened and Draco who looked dissatisfied and disbelieving.

"If you don't keep up, Mr. Malfoy—" Louis' leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor.

Draco gave Granger one last look, and followed Louis's pace.

"Why are you helping her?" Draco asked dissatisfiedly, the people around them subconsciously moved away from him, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Prince Slytherin was not in a good mood right now.

"As a gentleman, you shouldn't let a girl cry in front of you." Louis pulled out the chair and sat on it.

"If I remember correctly, you are a German."

Louis turned his head slightly to look at Draco, "A gentleman knows no borders."

Draco angrily took a piece of veal steak, and cut it with a knife as if venting his anger, "You're always like this—always so good to girls, and so is Pansy, and so is Granger—oh, and And that girl from Ravenclaw, what's her name?"

"Excuse me, I seem to have just heard my name." Pansy leaned over. She obviously dressed up tonight—her short black hair was neatly combed behind her ears, with only a hint of playfulness. Falling below, it makes her look very playful.

"Oh, it's nothing, Miss Parkinson - I'm complimenting you on your beauty." Draco drew out with that oily emphasis.

Pansy gave him a fake smirk back, then turned to look at Louis, "You're doing fine tonight."

"You too," Louis replied.

"What does that mean? Pansy, you should see—I wear the exact same bow tie as him—how can you just praise him?"

"Oh, my dear prince, you are so beautiful tonight!"

Crabbe and Goyle giggled beside them, evidently agreeing with the compliment—much Miss Parkinson.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the dining room, his big scarf was tilted on his head, his face was full of horror - the whole restaurant fell silent, [I saw him walking towards Professor Dumbledore Leaning on the table beside his chair, he gasped and said, "The troll—in the dungeon—thought you should know." Then he fell on the floor and passed out. . 】

The restaurant was in chaos, and almost all the little wizards heard what Professor Quirrell said—a troll!A troll has appeared at Hogwarts!

"I'm going to have to write to Dad about it," said Draco angrily. "Dumbledore is old enough that he's not really up to the job of Headmaster—think of it, a troll — how dare he let a troll stay in the school!"

At this time, Professor Dumbledore finally spoke, and there was a piercing explosion at the tip of his wand-this finally silenced the little wizards, "Prefect," he said, "lead the students of your house to the Go to the dormitory!"

The two prefects of Slytherin immediately stood up from the dining table, and without further ado, the little snakes lined up obediently—the head of the seventh grade and the wizards walked in the front, and then the sixth grade The head of the year and the wizards - the prefects - walked on either side.

"Look, Savior - what is he trying to do?" Draco nudged Louis, motioning him to look in Gryffindor's direction.

Louis turned his head - it was already a mess, the Hufflepuff badger was completely mixed with the Gryffindor lion cubs, and Harry was mixed with the red-haired Weasley. Of Chippaqi's party—it looked as if they had lost their way—Miss Granger was nowhere to be seen.

Louis turned his head, he had no interest in what the savior baby Potter wanted to do - not at all, not at all - all he wanted to do now was continue the dinner party, or read a book in the bedroom.

Fortunately, he did both.

After returning to the common room, they were greeted with a small Halloween feast - which had obviously been hastily set up - and the ottomans had been pulled aside, replaced by a small Slytherin table - Delicate food was served on the plate.

Louis took a glass of dark beer and walked straight to the soft chair he used to sit in the corner.

Because of the troll, everyone seemed a little absent-minded—the dinner party was over soon.

This would allow Louis to read for an hour in the dorm before going to bed - although Draco had been huddled beside him trying to talk about the troll in the meantime.

But it's a good night anyway—isn't it?

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