[HP] A Brief History of Time

As soon as Virginia walked to the door of the dormitory, she met Hannah Abbott, a third-grade girl, who was waiting for her outside the door holding her meatloaf—not so much hugging, but lifting.She held the bottom of the flowerpot with both hands, keeping it away from her body.

"There is no one in your dormitory." Hannah hurriedly put the flower pot into Virginia's arms, and took a long breath, "What kind of plant is this? It's really evil. The dean asked me to bring it to you—— Say it's a critical period."

The meat curly weed is stalking, the originally transparent and round leaves have become longer, and the tips are curved with hooks. In the basement without sunlight, it really looks like a meat worm with teeth and claws.Even Virginia, who knew a lot about it, was taken aback at first glance—but this was the best time to find that it was used as medicine after various experiments.

Virginia thanked her.

There was no one in the bedroom.Virginia was used to this phenomenon for a long time. She took two steps and found Draco's golden eagle folded its wings and head beside her pillow from time to time while Ruby stretched out her claws to grab it lightly from time to time. Buried in one side of the wing, it closed its eyes and rested, and there was a small gift box lying beside it.

Virginia opened it, and there was a finely crafted necklace lying inside. The pendant was a very common shell matching photo frame. Virginia pressed the cover to open it, and there were two detailed portraits on the left and right, respectively. And Draco's 20-year-old appearance.Virginia knew that there was a well-known painter among wizards who was good at this kind of miniature portraits, and he could often draw a miniature portrait that could be carried around with a single magic photo - there was one on Blaise's pocket watch. The small portrait of Madame Zabini is by this painter.Virginia saw it too.Mrs. Zabini in the painting is lifelike, with a compelling aura, speaking and thinking like another Mrs. Zabini.

Naturally, Virginia also likes such delicate and novel things to her.She carefully observed the characters in the two paintings for a while with some pleasure, and then she found that Draco and Virginia in the paintings had exactly the same dignified expression, the same ruddy complexion, and the same three-quarters exposed Looking out of the painting, there is even a fake smirk on the corner of his mouth!

Virginia closed it in disappointment, put it back in the box, thought about it, and stuffed it into the school robe pocket.She glanced at the clock on the wall, picked up a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

At a quarter to six, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.Lettice and Annie bid farewell to their boyfriends one after the other and came back. Carlisle, who had been keeping a distance from them, was the last to enter the dormitory with a blade of grass and dirt rubbed from nowhere.

"She was bullied again." Lettice watched her enter the bathroom and whispered.

"But what can we do? We have all helped her, but she didn't appreciate it. I really don't know what she was thinking." Annie had finished washing as quickly as possible, and sat at the desk, setting up her grandma's biography. She gave her a dressing box and began to play with her long hair. She glanced at the two of them in the mirror, "Are you going to the banquet like this?" She stood up and picked Virginia's hair with her fingers. The collar of the school robe, and then pointed to the curly hair on the forehead of Lettis, who couldn't get it straight anyway, "I broke up with Bentley today, do you know why?"

Virginia and Lettice were not at all surprised by her announcement, and they gradually found that Anne had a stronger heart than last term, and she never cried over the breakup except for the first time.The successive breakups and bizarre reasons for breaking up can no longer arouse their curiosity.Lettice asked perfunctorily, "What is it?"

Annie said very unhappy, "Because he said that the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts is Sister Patil of Gryffindor College! He is too much!"

Lettice couldn't laugh or cry, "It's nothing, Bernie once said that other people are beautiful!"

"Maybe it's because Bentley himself belongs to Gryffindor College." Virginia comforted, "He's adding a little face to his house, maybe all Gryffindor boys think so."

Annie seemed a little hurt. She pursed her lips, glanced at them, wanted to say something but closed her mouth again, and sat back in front of the mirror angrily, casting a spell on her hair layer by layer.

Now Virginia and Lettice dare not discuss any more on this topic.

With 10 minutes left before the dinner party, the three of them hurried to the hall—Carlisle climbed into bed again, and at the door of the hall, Virginia saw the dejected Bentley. When she saw Annie's figure, her expression brightened obviously, but after she ran past him without looking back, Virginia turned her head and glanced at him again, and found that he was looking at them and his party again with a gloomy expression.

"I feel sorry for Bentley now." Virginia whispered to Lettice.

Lettice secretly grimaced back.

Compared with last year's Halloween dinner, this year's Halloween dinner was much paler. Last year, there was a band specially invited by Headmaster Dumbledore, but this year there was only a phonograph in the corner of an unknown age that Professor McGonagall cast a spell on, playing according to Letty. Music that Stanley said her mother would like—and it was all due to a sleazy man who escaped from Azkaban.

In Hufflepuff's Halloween lore, Blake played an ogre today.The seniors in the senior class are making up ghost stories to scare the first-year students—except for the first-year students who are scared to cry and howl, the rest have no response to this story-every Hufflepuff student is in the first-year Scared by the same ghost story on Halloween.Fat Hufflepuff friars would roar through their bodies from behind them in unison.Virginia was also terrified when she was in first grade.

On the long table in Slytherin, Warrington fidgeted on the bench with a bitter face. Once his buttocks were firmly on the stool, it was like being poked by thousands of steel needles. Ci can only rejoice that compared with Warrington's miserable situation, the bruised nose and face are really a happy ending-the matter is not over yet, and the most painful thing is that a quarter of an hour before the dinner, Warrington received the old Warrington Ton's letter was told that he was engaged!The object of engagement is Pansy Parkinson, who is crying at the dinner table and completely disregarding any lady manners!

what the hell!Warrington did not dare to write a letter to question his domineering father, so he could only secretly ask Cruz to ask his mother for news.He doesn't want to marry Parkinson!Everyone in Slytherin knows that Parkinson's heart is all on Malfoy, and that's fine. If Pansy gets the title of future Mrs. Malfoy as he wishes, no one in Slytherin will take it She took her student behavior into consideration, but the problem was that she had been abandoned by Malfoy!Not even a hint of a good face!At this time, it is not to cover up and make up for past mistakes, but to sit at the dining table and cry majestically.Warrington thought of Pansy's glare at him before the meal, and he felt angry-is his Warrington's wife supposed to be such a crying and abandoned fool with no brains at all?Warrington could imagine that as soon as the news of his engagement spread in Slytherin, everyone would unanimously keep Pansy's ugliness in mind today. He Warrington would be a poor wretch who will be ridiculed in the future!

Thinking of this, the favorite German sausage in front of him could not make him linger, he glanced cautiously at Malfoy - the masterpiece of his three brothers was bestowed by Malfoy alone - seeing that he looked at himself indifferently, as if It's really like an agreement, a beating is a big deal.But he didn't say anything about the aftereffects of a beating!Warrington grinned for a while, and was even more annoyed at Pansy who leaked false information to him.Warrington didn't even eat, left his seat, and decided to write a letter in person, telling what Parkinson had done to the old lady who loved him the most. No matter how authoritarian he was, he couldn't resist his own Old lady!

The Greengrass sisters sat next to Pansy, one on the left and the other on the right, and they undoubtedly shared the news that made Pansy extremely sad.Warrington's father had just followed in the footsteps of Malfoy in the Ministry of Magic and endorsed a law that Fudge had just promulgated with sincerity. He was appreciated by Fudge, and he had a bright future.But the Warrington family's immediately arrogant and vain attitude was immediately set off as a waste compared with the flattered Malfoy.No wonder Pansy was willing.

Daphne sighed.Girls from pure-blood families know this truth, if a sweetheart cannot get the approval of his father and family, he will not become a husband candidate after all.Pansy's choice was foolproof, and no one in the Slytherin family would refuse to marry Malfoy, but it's a pity that Pansy was unlucky-Mr. Malfoy personally matched her and Warrington.

Daphne glanced secretly at Blaise, who was chatting and laughing with Draco, and sighed for her own concerns.Almost followed Pansy, who was sobbing, into tears too.

Astoria saw her sister's bewildered eyes sharply, so she stretched out her hand, squeezed Daphne's fingers through Pansy, and showed her a tolerant smile.Her gaze slipped slightly and landed on Draco not far away. A gleam flashed in her eyes, then she lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips. She didn't withdraw her hand, and patted Pan gently. West's arm, concentrating on comforting the hurt girl.

Draco had long forgotten about Warrington and the others.Everyone knew that the verbal agreement between the two companies a year ago was just talk.A business of the Parkinson family had long been in conflict with Malfoy's interests. Behind Lucius' smirk, he was already holding back his displeasure with Parkinson, coupled with Warrington's sudden rise—— Fudge, Warrington's waist is lower than Malfoy's, his face is thicker than Malfoy's, and he is more agile than Malfoy's in using the wind and the rudder.For Warrington, Fudge has no pressure for Malfoy. How can the well-spoken Minister of Magic not favor him?

In the letter Draco sent home, he confidently asked Lucius, not to mention how could the old Malfoy, who was already so proud of his son, refuse to agree to his son's request. In a reception, he put two Recently, people who disliked the team formed a team, which just started the prelude to the attack.

There is no need for Draco to worry about things outside the school. If Lucius didn't even have this ability, the Malfoy family would have been swallowed up by the wolves after the fall of Abraxas Malfoy. up.The only thing that worries Draco at the moment is why he didn't see the necklace he gave on Virginia's long, white neck?

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This necklace actually has an aboveboard secret... 2333