[HP] Give me back my body

Potter and Weasley still didn't invite any partners, but they both wanted to find a pretty girl as a partner, but they couldn't take that step.

They didn't seem to invite Granger... How should I put it, as a boy, Draco understands Potter and Weasley quite well - on this occasion, bringing a beautiful girl is better than bringing a beautiful girl. A dusty nerd like Granger has more face.

Draco also thought negatively that if no one invited him all the time, he would have a good reason not to attend the ball.However, recently he discovered that Neville Longbottom, that idiot, had been secretly looking at him, and his hesitation and hesitancy made him feel alarmed.

This semester is coming to an end, and because of the Christmas ball, many professors are also in a good mood and are willing to make students feel more at ease.Professor Flitwick has stopped lecturing, and he allows the students to play games in his class, while he is smiling cheerfully on the podium.

Everyone is absent-minded.

However, Professor Snape hastened the last few classes to increase his course pressure, and also said that there would be a test in the last class, which worried a large number of students and made everyone criticize Professor Snape.

That day, Harry and Ron rushed back to the lounge excitedly, and Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa reading notes, rushed out.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked loudly while being dragged away.

Harry said breathlessly, "You'll be glad to see it soon."

"How do I know if I'm going to be happy!" Draco growled angrily.

They descended six floors, turned left near the stairs under the foyer, ran down a bright and spacious corridor, and stopped in front of a painting of a silver bowl full of fruit.

Ron took a few breaths on his knees and said slowly, "We asked Fred how he got to the kitchen - you know what we saw?"

Draco took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and thought silently: What did you see?Isn't it the house elves that you Weasleys have never seen before? The Malfoy family has a group of house elves serving their family. Unlike you Weasleys, you may never touch a single hair of a house elf in your life.

Harry stretched out his fingers and scratched the big emerald green pear on the screen, and the pear twisted its body and turned into a doorknob.Harry grabbed it and pulled the door open, and the three of them walked in.

There is a sweet smell of food inside, the ceiling is high, and the lights are very bright, shining brightly on the copper pots and basins placed around the room.

Draco glanced across the room at a large brick fireplace, burning brightly.

"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!" A thin voice broke into his ears, and a small thing rushed over quickly, jumped on Harry, and hugged him tightly.

Harry groaned in pain, and shouted helplessly: "Dobby—"

"Yes sir! Harry Potter came to see me again, I'm so happy!" Dobby let go of Harry, raised his head, and stared at Harry with big green eyes, full of admiration .

Draco held his breath for a moment, he felt as if someone had grabbed his heart hard, chilled him all over, and then boiled with anger.

Dobby—it was Dobby, who used to be Dobby the house-elf of the Malfoy family, Dobby who was tricked into letting go by Harry Potter, that nasty, filthy piece of trash.

Draco looked coldly at Dobby smiling obsequiously at Potter, and spoke to him excitedly, as if he wanted to kneel down and touch Harry Potter's robe corner, and kiss his stinky feet wildly of.

His lungs were about to explode.

"Dobby, I brought you Hermione, do you remember her?" Harry stepped aside, revealing Hermione behind him.

Dobby tugged at his ears and shouted excitedly: "Of course I remember—Hermione Granger, that kind lady, I remember her, Hermione Granger."

Ron pushed Hermione.

Draco gave Dobby a disgusted look, and he wanted to punish the elf who was eating inside and out.But he suppressed his anger, his chest heaved violently a few times, then he turned and opened the door and ran out.

"What happened to her?" Harry froze for a moment.

Ron scratched his ears: "Is she not satisfied with the living conditions of the house elves at Hogwarts?"

Dobby shuddered, just now Granger's eyes reminded him of its former owner - he would put on that expression when he was angry, and then Dobby would be unlucky.

Draco rushed out of the castle at once, and the cold wind outside the castle suddenly poured into his clothes, he shivered and his face was stiffened by the blow.

The house elf who once belonged to them looked at Harry Potter like a master, which made him feel ashamed and disgusted. The back of his neck was numb, his hands clenched into fists, and he didn't know how to vent himself anger.

He rushed to the edge of the black lake, the lake water was like a pool of stagnant water, he picked up the stones on the ground, threw several into the lake in succession, smashed the lake surface into turmoil, a huge octopus tentacles stretched out of the water, and quickly retracted, The water pattern spread out round after round.

He couldn't understand why so many people liked to follow Harry Potter, praise him, hold him up, and worship him. Even a house elf would defy his master's order to "protect" him.

Draco had vented enough, he inhaled facing the lake water, the cold air rushed directly into his nostrils, making his nose sore and his eyes a little bit astringent.

Durmstrang's big ship was moored on the lake, and the wind was much lighter today, its black sails fluttering gently.Draco glanced at the big ship from a distance, then turned his gaze back, staring blankly at his feet.

The water on the shore of the lake moved up little by little, and then retreated... Draco kicked a few stones and made them roll into the lake. He didn't know what to do, he just didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Looking at the two stupid faces of Potter and Weasley in the lounge, he wanted to go back to Slytherin, back to his body, to go home.

The cold wind outside calmed his angry mood a little bit, and his feverish mind also calmed down. Looking at the vast lake and sky, his mind opened up a little.

He heard footsteps behind him, stones being trampled and crushed, and Draco turned his head to see Krum Viktor standing behind him, wearing a fur-covered cloak , smiled hesitantly.

"Krum?"

Krum tugged at his collar, pointed to Hogwarts Castle, and explained, "I'm going back to the ship from the library."

"Oh." Draco nodded, sniffed, and now that he realized it, he felt like his nose was going to runny from the cold.

Then there was silence, so quiet that both of them felt awkward.

"Um, I'm going back." Draco patted his cloak, he didn't know why he stood stupidly in the cold wind, and he would catch a cold if he went down.

As he spoke, he took a few steps.

Krum moved a little, out of Draco's way.

Draco gave Krum a strange look.

"Hermi—" He called Hermione's name in English with an accent, looking at Draco very seriously.

Draco was uncomfortable with his serious gaze, and felt as if he wanted to initiate a duel.

"Will you be my dance partner?" Krum asked with a straight face.

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