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Louis and the boy met for the first time, and the boy held out a hand, "Brace Chabini."

"Louis van Meyer."

Louis shook it back. "If you don't mind my gloves."

It's rude to shake hands with gloves on, but Louis can't help it. He may only tolerate not having gloves on when touching his own things.

Until the end of the get out of class, no student turned the match into a needle, but Draco and a Ravenclaw girl managed to make some changes in the match, and Professor McGonagall also praised them.

After lunch, it was a long and boring history of magic, because there was only one house in Slytherin, and the students sat in a spacious room - there was at least five feet between Louis and Draco.

It was Professor Binns who gave them a history of magic, the only ghost professor in Hogwarts.It is said that he forgot to bring his own body when he was so old that he went to class.

The pearly white figure of Professor Binns kept floating in front of the blackboard. He also had a thick History of Magic in his hand, which was much thicker than Bagshot's "History of Magic" in their hands.As he wrote on the blackboard, he read what he had written in his monotonous, barely undulating voice, and students scribbled names and times on their notes.

There was a drowsy atmosphere in the whole classroom.

"Hey, look at Draco." Sitting to Louis' left was the dark-haired Slytherin girl, who had spent the whole class trying to find some laughs to pass the time.

Louis copied down the name of the person the professor just wrote, and wrote down a series of abbreviated symbols behind it—in fact, there is really no need to memorize it. He grew up watching these things when he was a child, and even before BC, magic had just appeared. He knew the history of that period of time.

Draco was clearly asleep, maybe before he fell asleep he tried to prop his head in his palms, but look at him now - slamming his head on the table, almost spilling a glass of ink - —Fortunately the lid was on.

The loud voice startled half the people in the classroom to look back at him.

Professor Binns was not affected, he still read on it with the same voice.

Draco gave those who turned their heads a hard look, poor little snakes - who dares to mess with Malfoy?

Draco glanced back again and saw Pansy and Louis looking his way, the brunette with the obvious smile on her face, and Louis still expressionless - even when he saw each other , the latter lowered his head calmly and continued to take his notes.

Draco grabbed his wand, not even holding his notebook, and just hunched over, slipped behind Professor Binns, between Pancy and Louis.

Pansy thoughtfully asked the boy on her left for his chair (which was not at all considerate), and the poor boy had to contribute his chair and go to sit in the back of the classroom.

Draco was sitting on the chair that was coming, and while Louis didn't approve of this behavior (of course, it hurts him to think that chair had just been sat on?), but he didn't want to be disgusted with this behavior. What to say, the hierarchy of Slytherin is very obvious. From the big direction, it is the prefect and the chief, the chief and the ordinary students - the small direction is the grade division of each grade - this is obviously based on family status and personal ability Taken together.

And in their first grade, the obvious first level is Malfoy, Louis (most people don't know his details) and Pansy. Although the Parkinson family has developed in recent years, it is still not as good as Malfoy. , but who told the girl to have a good relationship with the future heir of the Malfoy family?The second level is Crabbe, Gore and Blaise.See, the entire first year of Slytherin seemed to revolve around Malfoy.

How important is it to please a Malfoy?

The boy had given Draco the chair, and Draco might not remember him; but if he didn't, he would.

This is the rule of getting along with nobles. If you want to have a higher status, then try your best to develop your family!

Draco seemed much more refreshed, and he even had a small argument with Pansy, insisting that it was Professor Binns' fault - Pansy thought it was Draco's failure to maintain noble manners.

"A true nobleman will maintain a good posture and posture under any conditions, even in the history of magic class." When she said this, her chin was raised, but her eyes were on Louis.

Indeed, Louis has absolutely no choice in terms of manners, and people who don't know will think that he likes the history of magic very much.

Terrible, Draco thought.

He moved his chair towards Louis and leaned over to read the other party's notes - neat and beautiful cursive - which seemed to be in German, and Draco felt as if he could only understand a few words.

I must learn German, he said to himself.

He looked up at Professor Binns again, and within five minutes his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

He heard Pansy's chuckle and thought, fuck it—he grabbed Louis' left arm, leaned against it and closed his eyes.

The last thing he remembers before he falls asleep is poking his arm and muttering, "Take it easy."

Louis looked helplessly at Draco who was already asleep, and then looked at Pansy's expression of seeing a joke. He felt that he was really at odds with someone as familiar as Draco. Couldn't he see that he didn't like body parts? Contact?

Then he thought carefully about the few times he had physical contact with Draco - as if he hadn't explicitly mentioned this issue, and even initiated it once!

While Pansy was looking away, Louis's wand under the table moved slightly and cast a silent spell: clean up.

Yes, silent spells - anyone who casts the same spell a dozen times a day will learn its silent version.

Finally, the Friday that the little snakes were most looking forward to, at breakfast time, more than a hundred owls flew into the dining room from the window.

Louis's snow sculpture stood out among the group of owls who were one size smaller than him - just like his master - almost every wizard at the Slytherin table noticed Louis's meticulous movements, which forced him to They have to bring out the habits they developed when practicing etiquette at home. Maybe every meal has been a torment for them since Louis came.

The state of the Slytherin long table is in sharp contrast to that of Gryffindor. The breakfast of the little snakes is like a ritual, full of beauty and solemnity—while the breakfast of the little lions is More like a sideshow.

Snape, who was sitting on the teacher's seat, saw this scene and nodded, which made him less resistant to teaching the group of little trolls potions later.

The snow sculpture had brought Louis letters from his parents, and the snow sculpture had been standing quietly on the dining table, about a foot from Louis's plate, while Louis hadn't finished his breakfast.

After Louis wiped his mouth with a napkin, it came over step by step and handed the letter to Louis. Louis took the letter with a gloved hand, and picked up an unused fork to insert a piece into the snow sculpture. veal steak.

Draco's owl was also of vulture blood, and its fur was a beautiful golden brown. He brought Draco a large package, and Draco unwrapped the package in front of the little snakes— —two nice silver bow ties, a silver and green scarf, and some wool socks, and a bunch of candy and treats.

Several people he was close to had received gifts from Draco, especially Crabbe and Goyle - those two had each received two handfuls of candy from Draco.Even everyone at the table got a piece of Honeydukes' latest candy, except Louis.

Louis is reading the letter:

[Dear little Louis:

Nice to hear from you at Hogwarts and sorry it took so long to start writing back to you.

Your mother laughed all day when she read your first letter, you don't know, you write letters like my subordinates at the Ministry of Magic, she keeps telling me why we have you like this A boring and old-fashioned kid. ]

Then I have to ask you.Louis added inwardly.

[ps: I have found the "A Thousand Practical Spells" you want, but I need to check again, and it is expected to be delivered to you in a few days. I wish you a happy time, my child. ]

Louis folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

At this time, Draco had just finished distributing his candy.

Pansy winked at him, and Louis didn't understand what the girl meant.

Draco coughed twice, stood up, picked up his wand, "We should go, the little trolls of Gryffindor are still waiting for us."

Then, he picked a big one from the two well-wrapped bow ties and handed it to Louis, "You're tall, so I'll give you this."

Without waiting for him to take over, Draco shoved the bow tie into Louis' hands somewhat rudely, then turned his head and led the first-year little wizards to the basement classroom.

"Who do you want to be with in Potions class?" The brunette and Louis gradually fell behind the team.

I don't know why, Draco walked very fast today, as if he was not alone like usual.

"What about you?" Louis has a good impression of this girl - she is very smart, has perfect manners, and even has some vivaciousness that no noble lady can see.

The girl giggled, "How about it, do you want to join me?"

Louis imagined the scene of potions class - he was looking at a pair of bloody eyeballs, gray grass roots, and all kinds of strange-smelling powders - he felt that he would definitely not be able to resist giving the whole classroom A clean one - Snape would have killed him if that was the case.

"Actually... I'm not very good at potions." Louis put it mildly.

Isn't it just that he is not good at potions?Doing the potion will kill him, okay?

The author has something to say:

More more more~! ! ! !The collection has increased so much, of course it needs to be updated! ! !

I reiterate my New Year's flag again: (Flag Dafa is good, it will never fall if it stands) If the collection rises to 50 before the second day of the new year, I will update it on the same day.

And when I counted the manuscripts just now, no matter how I counted, I lost one chapter. Later, I found out that five chapters were updated during the day on the first day, and it was updated again at night... I feel so stupid. It should be set to the next day. ...so I think one day I'm going to vomit blood and die on the keyboard...