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Miss Brown and Miss Patil walked away quickly, holding each other's arms as if avoiding the plague, and Draco, who was left complacent, wrinkled his nose, as if he had done something extraordinary just now.The two girls were very entangled in their evaluation of Draco Malfoy. On the one hand, they thought he looked like an annoying slug, and on the other hand, they chatted from time to time and felt that the slug was not bad looking.

As bad as Miss Granger's mood was today, Draco was in a good mood, and he even hummed a song while walking on a rare occasion.I think if he had a tail, he would have been penalized by Felici for raising it too high.The reason he was so proud was that his father's tough behavior made the Ministry of Magic rule that Buckbeak would be executed in the near future. Today, he was still in the Great Hall with a voice that could be heard from the Gryffindor table, saying that he would ask his father For mercy's sake, save the head of "that stupid beast" as a hanging in the Gryffindor lounge.

Fortunately, Miss Granger was not there at that time, and neither were the Potter trio.I silently thought about how to talk about Buckbeak to Draco as tactfully as possible—and no matter that we had already quarreled about this matter before, with his personality, if I accidentally ran into his bad luck Well, he might be able to write a letter to tell his father to go to the Ministry of Magic again and make a fuss and set Buckbeak's death tomorrow.

"Someone gave my dad three tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, the best seat, the top box." While I was still trying to figure out what to say, Draco started showing off again.

"Oh." I nodded absently.

"Three!"

"Yeah." I continued to echo him absent-mindedly.

"Three!"

"Oh, uh... wish your family have a good time?" I didn't know why he emphasized, so I had to tilt my head.

"My mother doesn't like this kind of occasion very much. She thinks it's too noisy." Draco touched his nose. There is an illusion that the little snake entrenched on it is a living thing. "Do you have any plans for your vacation?"

"No." Because the holiday is still several months away, I haven't figured out what potion to secretly brew at home this holiday - but it would be great if Mom is still resting, although Mom will definitely not be able to steal Dad's at home Do some experiments on medicinal materials that are not actually dangerous (I think it is not dangerous, but it does not mean that parents think it is not dangerous), but it is very happy to be able to accompany my mother.

"That's it," I heard him say.

"What?" I looked at him inexplicably.

"You go to the Quidditch World Cup with me during the holidays." He raised his chin, "I'll let Dad agree."

"I don't like that kind of situation either—it's too noisy, and I'm not interested in Quidditch." I turned him down without thinking, "For Merlin's sake, Draco, your books I still don't recognize any of the colorful Quidditch teams flying around."

"Not to mention Quidditch, don't you want to - spend the summer with me?" He drawled.

I looked him in the eyes and couldn't figure out why he thought I wanted to spend the summer with him.After all, in my mind, there are basically no particularly good memories of going to Malfoy Manor.

I can't remember exactly how old I was when I first went to Malfoy Manor, but I only vaguely remember it. This is one of the rare occasions when my father took me out instead of my mother.My first impression of this manor was that it was scary. Looking up at the high roofs and deep corridors from the height of a child, it seemed that there were murmurs that could not be found from every corner that could not be seen clearly.The portraits hanging on the wall all looked similar and had similar expressions. I clinged to my father and grabbed the corner of his clothes. The corners of the portraits on the wall twisted into smiles like masks. I found the same smile on the faces of my father and those grown-ups.

There is also a house elf wearing dirty cloth strips, because the tea is served a little too late, and the hot tea is poured from head to toe, and the shrill screams of the elves are mixed with the joyful and arrogant laughter of the adults.The elf was about to leave tremblingly when he was kicked by Mr. Malfoy.

Dad was talking to a wizard I didn't know with that horrible grin and didn't notice me leaving the room.I followed behind the house-elf, who was so frightened that he almost curled himself up into a skinny ball, put his nose on the floor and asked me, "Is there anything else Missy needs?"

"Handkerchief." I took a lot of effort to take out my mother's neatly folded small handkerchief from the bag and hand it to it, "Wipe it for you."

"Miss give Dobby a handkerchief! Oh, good lady - Dobby, Dobby, but Dobby can't take it - Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Lazy Dobby is bad Dobby!" I looked in horror The little elf in front of him had tears in his eyes one second, and then slammed his head against the wall with all his might, almost rolling forward amidst the screams.

I struggled to follow it around a few corners but couldn't see it anymore, and realized with horror that I couldn't seem to find my way back to Dad.The portraits in those corridors no longer had the false smiles I saw when I was with my father before, and when I asked them for directions, they mocked me coldly for trying to help the house-elf just now, thinking that I had Disgrace to the wizard.

I can't remember the specific things later, I just remember calling my dad in a low voice and trying to remember how to go back, but Malfoy Manor is too big for a little girl, and there is a corridor at the end of the corridor, I am very happy I almost didn't even know which floor I was on, so I could only hold my toy wand and walked forward boldly, and walked to the garden in a daze.

Little girls are easily scared and easily attracted to attention.What impresses me most about Malfoy Manor to this day is still the Iris Stara blooming beside the railing. At that time, I didn’t know its scientific name, and I didn’t know from the book that it was an extremely precious species. herbs.In my eyes at that time, it was just a flower that was too novel and beautiful. Its petals were translucent, and it was like the light of stars surging inside.

I couldn't help reaching out my hand to touch it, but before my hand touched the edge of the petal, I was bitten hard by the giant-tooth flytrap that suddenly entangled next to it.

Then I started sobbing in pain and met Draco Malfoy who was gliding boredly in the yard on a toy broomstick.Many people may see this meeting and think that this encounter is quite romantic, but the truth is nothing but funny. He aggressively accused me of being a thief. Turn him into a broomstick, and we two kids had a decent duel with a toy broom that only flies low and a toy wand that only shoots colored bars.

Even today, when Draco is killed, he probably won’t admit that he was crushed on the grass viciously by me who was taller than him by half his head (maybe this is why he is so keen to emphasize that he is much taller than me now) , holding a toy wand against his platinum-blond hair and ordering him to take me to Dad.

He didn't follow my arrangement right away, and while rubbing his red eyes, he was hijacked by my toy wand and went back to his room, which is one of the rare places in Malfoy Manor where you can open the curtains and embrace the bright sunshine , poured a whole bunch of stuff out of a weird box and said it was going to wipe my wounds.

Then I beat him up again, because my sensitive nose told me that all he handed me were poisonous potions from Dad's potions book, until he took out the real healing salve and wiped his tears Paint it on me.I also threatened him not to tell grownups about it or I'd break through his window in the middle of the night and turn him into a broom with my "Wand of Victory."Malfoy's pride should not allow him to tell his parents about this embarrassing thing, otherwise Mrs. Malfoy would not maintain that kind of dry politeness when she saw me later.

What happened next?Draco and I didn't meet much before we went to school, but time passed very slowly when we were young. A lollipop that can change five flavors takes a whole day to finish, and the mouth is so sweet.Later, time seemed to be accelerated by some unknown magic, and suddenly one day I could no longer use my height advantage to drag the boy off his broom; suddenly he stole my mother's magic wand, which can turn my hair into The same color as his hair, until I was terrified and wailing before triumphantly changing mine back; suddenly I lost interest in the "wizards blocking family glory" duel, and I wanted to watch I was in a daze looking at the Dosta iris, which bloomed in Malfoy Manor as if it would never wither.

"This is a flower protected by the light of the starry sky." Draco said to me proudly at that time, "Unless the stars fall, the flower will last forever."

I am not interested in such unreliable legends, I am interested in the flower because a book says that this rare iris can be used as a medicine to make a powerful healing potion, "even if the most desperate A heart that has been broken by love can be forcibly put back together." Naturally, this is a joke written in the footnote.

"What are you laughing at?" I fell into childhood memories and suddenly heard Draco ask a little dissatisfied.

"I remember when I was a child and I put you on the grass to eat dirt." I said honestly, "You screamed that you were going to complain to your parents, and then I pressed your whole face into the dirt."

Draco narrowed his eyes, and I immediately raised my hands: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

A thought flashed through my mind, if I told him that I would go to the Quidditch World Cup with him if he didn't pursue Buckbeak, would he agree?But this idea was only for a moment. Before I had time to laugh at this inexplicable idea, I heard him snort and said, "It's fine if you don't go. I can invite Astoria or Pencey."

"That's good." I nodded. "Miss Parkinson or Miss Greengrass should be very happy, and you don't need to convince your father."

He snorted again sullenly through his nostrils in agreement and turned away, thankful I hadn't tried to mention Buckbeak just now.But I don't know why when he just mentioned Miss Parkinson and Miss Greengrass, I felt a burst of emotions that I don't know how to describe-probably because I haven't slept well these days, but I am excited to see you again on the weekend For mom's sake.

I wanted to go to the library to borrow another book before going back to the lounge. On the way, I saw Longbottom standing in a corner with a pale face in a daze.I went up to him and asked cautiously, "Are you all right, Longbottom?"

He seemed to have just woken up from contemplation, and I saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, so I continued to ask cautiously, "Do you need to visit Madam Pomfrey?"

"Oh, no, no, thank you." He looked confused, waved his hand and walked a few steps ahead, then turned around and asked me, "Miss Snape, do you know that our grade except Me and Harry, who else was born at the end of July?"

"Uh...? Me." I looked at his round eyes for some unknown reason, "I was born on July 31—what's wrong?"