HP pure blood glory

After the Quidditch match, it will soon be Christmas.

Professor Snape came to the common room with a form to be signed by all those who wanted to stay on campus for Christmas - the professor was very happy when he left, because there was no one on the form , which meant he had the entire Christmas to himself at the Academy - what a delight!

This morning, as soon as he woke up, Louis felt the temperature drop--when he walked to the lounge, most of the little wizards had changed into winter clothes, and Louis also put on the winter robes sent by his parents. There is a circle of silver fur of some kind of magical animal on the side, and the whole robe is dark green, shining in the sun.

"I really feel sorry for those people," Draco said, looking defiantly at Potter during Potions class in the morning. "They had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they weren't wanted by the family."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed over their shoulders at the console ahead of them.

"Okay, how can the savior baby Potter go back to that Muggle family - even though he didn't learn a few magics at all." Pansy looked up from among the piles of skunks.

Draco laughed too, a smug look on his fair face.

Louis feels that he has become more and more comfortable with small spells such as "Flying Curse" and "Cutting Curse" recently. This is also thanks to Professor Snape who did not stipulate that the use of spells is not allowed in Potions class, so that he can make the whole process easier. All kinds of spells do their job for him - Draco does the stirring and cooking anyway.

Poor Weasley grimaced at them, the red spot on his nose twisting with his movements, "Black Raven of Slytherin, your tail is on fire!"

Pansy was obviously stimulated by this sentence, and he raised his wand, "Traitor, do you dare to repeat what you just said?"

Pansy always had an aloof look in front of Gryffindor, and it was the first time she was so angry like today. The red-haired Weasley immediately retreated behind Potter, but it was Potter who threatened, "If you're going to attack us in Potions, I have nothing to say."

Pansy put down his wand angrily.

During this period, Snape glanced here, but he sat in his seat and didn't move. It was just a small fight among the little wizards anyway, so there was no need for him to go there.

After the Potions class was over, Potter and Weasley walked out first, and Louis directed the wand slowly so that the residues and crumbs of the potions flew together obediently—and those unused slices, Also packed neatly in the box.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle stood by and waited for him. After everything was packed, there was no one in the classroom.

When they got to the corridor, they found a huge fir tree blocking the corridor-behind the tree stood a very familiar giant, Hagrid who had come to pick them up on the day of freshmen's orientation.

And the savior Potter baby and the poor Weasley family were talking to the giant.

"Can you get out of the way, out of the way?" Draco stepped forward and said coldly, the drawn-out tone was full of arrogance, but Louis was surprisingly not annoying.

"Do you want to earn some pocket money, Weasley?" The poverty of the Weasley family is well-known throughout the wizarding world. It is said that their family lives in a place where goblins don't bother to live-the house is pitifully small, and they Several children live in one room.

"Compared with your home, Hagrid's hut must be like a palace!"

The red-haired Weasley blushed, and he slammed headfirst into Draco with a fist that no one would have expected to hit Draco hard.

"There are many obstacles!" At the same time, Louis waved his wand.

The red-haired Weasley seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and his face was crushed flat by the force of the impact—"The face is radiant—!"

Louis was under another spell, so a very funny scene appeared - Weasley sat on the ground, but his face was extremely good, and there was no problem except a little confused.

Even the red spots on his nose are much less.

At this moment, Professor Snape appeared by the stairs, "Weasley!"

Weasley jumped up from the ground.

"If you hit someone, Gryffindor will deduct five points."

"Someone messed with him first, Professor Snape." Hagrid stuck out his big, shaggy head from behind a tree. "Malfoy just insulted his family."

"It's against the Hogwarts rules to hit someone anyway, Hagrid." Snape said in a smooth voice, "Weasley, you should be glad you didn't get more detained."

"However, Meyer also attacked Ron—" Potter said unevenly.

"I don't see any wounds or anything on Weasley - on the contrary, I think he's in good spirits."

Snape looked at Potter and said slowly.

Potter looked back at Hagrid, hoping he would say something.But to his disappointment, Hagrid didn't know what to think, and didn't receive Potter's eyes.

"If that's the case," Snape added suddenly, "then I'll give Meyer three points for saving Malfoy and stopping a vicious attack."

Draco's jaw was about to go up to the sky at this time, to be honest, Professor Snape was really the best professor he had ever met!

"Professor, I wish you a Merry Christmas." Louis saluted Snape, who gave him a look. "Okay, let's go, all of you."

Draco and the others greeted the professor one by one, and then passed through a narrow gap beside the tree—it is worth mentioning that when Louis found that he could not move smoothly without touching the wall and the fir tree at the same time. He raised his wand again as he passed - and without Hagrid noticing, a patch of fir trees disappeared without a trace.

It was still the red Hogwarts Express, and Louis sat in the window seat, looking out the window with his chin in his hand.

This compartment is the box of the school manager, which is much larger than the compartment when they came.Of course, most of the people sitting in the carriage at this time were Slytherin students, as well as a few Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff—there was no one in Gryffindor.

The train home always seemed very long, Draco leaned on him and squinted his eyes to catch up on sleep—His Royal Highness tried to talk to him all night last night about what he would do after returning home, God knows, this vacation is not long !

And the most frightening thing was that His Royal Highness seemed to feel that the two beds were too far away to speak, and it was inconvenient to talk—he once wanted to move the two beds together, but luckily he stopped them in time.

So the two of them basically fell asleep a few hours before getting into the car this morning-this is why Louis rarely didn't read a book.

Pansy was flipping through "Bubble Witch", and Crabbe and Goyle, two big guys, were rarely eating. They gathered together to discuss what to do this holiday.

The temperature dropped quickly, as if overnight, the earth was dyed white.

Louis sat there in a daze for a while, then heard the snort of the train—they had arrived.

Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up straight, "Are you there?"

"Apparently so," Louis replied.

Immediately afterwards, several good little wizards began to hug each other—Louis shook hands with the Slytherins in every carriage—then they picked up their luggage and stepped off the train in an orderly manner.

"Father, mother." As soon as Louis stepped out of the platform, he saw Mr. Meyer and Mrs. Frieda waiting not far away. He walked over a few steps and greeted them.

Mr. Meyer took the suitcase from his hand, and Mrs. Frieda ignored his cold face and gave him a warm hug—she even put out a hand to pinch his cheek.

"Mother." He called helplessly.

Then, Louis followed his parents to a phone booth. Meyer opened the door of the phone booth first and walked in-his figure disappeared.

Mrs. Frieda looked back at him, "Has little Louis learned to apparate?"

Louis nodded, God knows how much he hated the Floo thing - he'd been practicing Apparition like hell all holiday since he used it once at the Leaky Cauldron - and thanks to his house full of corridors portrait.

Frieda nodded, and she didn't show any worry at all. You must know that it would be fatal if Misperation made a mistake—it is said that there was a wizard in England who cut himself into ten pieces during Miscarriage. Five paragraphs were successfully transferred and changed, and the other five paragraphs were left in place-the scene was very bloody.

However, as the son of an Auror, if he can't even learn how to move and change, Louis really doesn't have to go home-you know, any of the prisoners his father deals with every day, running out of prison is enough, Although it doesn't sound very good, running away is the first thing to learn.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Frieda also opened the door of the phone booth, and her figure quickly disappeared.

……

"Master!" When they got home, several house-elves greeted them cheerfully—Ulis was the first to bear the brunt.

However, what surprised Louis was that Julis always wanted to jump on him every time they met. Why was he so calm this time?Do you finally understand that you don't like others getting too close?

"Master is back! Julis asked them to prepare the young master's favorite dark beer——Ulis prepares dark beer for the young master every day, and Julis knows what the young master likes best—"

Julis' words seemed to be cut off abruptly, he heaved a sigh of relief, raised his right hand and slapped himself hard - but his gray skin did not leave a trace.

After fanning, it felt much better, and hurriedly followed Louis who had walked into the lobby on the first floor.

"Father, letter." Louis reminded.