[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Changing from the weight of a man's upper body to that of a ferret, Lancet is obviously more unaccustomed than Draco, the body that originally had a comfortable face slid down Draco's lap uncontrollably after shrinking, It fell to the corner of the opponent's smooth robe.

"Ah, I suddenly thought of something." Draco, who had been looking down at the little ferret, said suddenly, reached out and touched in his pocket, and threw a glass bottle to Lanster, "What do you want?" the truth."

The small glass bottle is definitely not small in the eyes of the slender Lanster at this time, even, a thing in the glass bottle that is about the size of the small black eyes of the ermine surprised Lanster. .

It was a beetle with a shiny black shell and scary patterns.The ferret looked at it for a while, and in order to adapt to the breathtaking appearance of the opponent, finally stretched out a front paw carefully and poked the glass bottle.

When the claws touched the layer of glass, the beetle struggled like crazy. It crawled around the bottom of the glass bottle restlessly, and Lanster, whose eight claws were upside down, was dizzy.He couldn't figure out why Draco put a beetle in a glass bottle, but if he did it, there must be a reason, otherwise everyone would never think about this young master trying to catch a live bug .

A few seconds later, the ferret on the sofa jumped up and turned back into a handsome young man. He held the glass bottle in his hand like a human, "Is this Rita Skeeter?"

"Obviously." Draco didn't even look at the worm struggling in the bottle, just took the newspaper that was originally in Lanster's hand, glanced at the writer of the article, and sneered : "This is the last article she wrote before living in this bottle. If her performance is not satisfactory, it may become the last article in her life." Pale fingers tapped the wall of the bottle, "After all Well, who cares what happens to an illegitimate Animagus? If even the presence of a Ministry of Magic official is irrelevant at this point."

Lancet pulled the cruel Draco aside, "Are you really going to kill her here? But she didn't pose any threat to you, did she?"

Draco looked at the puzzled boy with the look of 'you are so stupid that there is no cure'. "First of all, regarding the fact that it is harmless, when you make these evaluations, you can first look at the archives in her hand that have not yet been sent out. I guarantee that if she hadn't been caught in the bottle one day earlier, it would not be until tomorrow. You'd be described as a character like that lioness. Second, why would I actually kill her? Wouldn't an Unbreakable Charm be a better choice?"

"In this way, you will have a reliable ghostwriter for the Daily Prophet!" Lanster said with his eyes widened. "Is it my illusion? I think you have become treacherous."

Draco's answer was to smash the newspaper on the boy's upturned nose...

The author has something to say: Hey hey, happy birthday haha, the post was late and I couldn’t catch up with the blessings before 12 o’clock, but I still love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Let's talk about the text:

First of all, the starting point of Wenwen lies in the nobles who are big maids. I have mentioned this many times. Babes who read Wenwen should also feel that Wenwen's writing style and some settings are inevitably affected by nobles. The impact_(:зゝ∠)_However, being affected does not mean that the author is plagiarized and similar. Is it unacceptable for the HP fan who has been badly written thing?What's more, some stalks have hit the point where everyone almost thinks it is the original work (for example, many people think that Xiaolong's godfather should actually be a professor).As for the translation accent, I have to say that it’s not that the only book in the world is the translation accent, and the authors all like the translation accent. It’s just that the translation accent of the nobles is more to my taste, doesn’t it? Do I copy the accent when I write a translation?

Secondly, the original intention of writing the article is because of the shortage of articles, and to share ideas. There is no idea of ​​using articles that are very similar to maids to make money. Frankly speaking, reading the author’s articles is long enough to put them on the shelves It’s the standard, but because I insist on writing a single fan, I can’t enter V, because the HP I love is single and not mixed with other elements. I believe that not every author can write an article that is destined to be unprofitable. 50 words, not to mention that this is the author's first attempt to write a text, and sometimes every chapter I write makes me feel uncomfortable at the bottleneck _(:зゝ∠)_

Finally, since I have finally said these words anyway, let’s have a good time together: Even if you feel a little uncomfortable reading the article, you can click the fork to leave at any time. Thank you very much for accompanying the author to go down. , but if some babies feel uncomfortable because they read Wenwen, and they like to say things that make the author unhappy, then let us both relax, why reading this book is better than another book? Where is Ben?

☆, Pull the light for a while

86. Pull the lamp for a while

After that, Lancet followed Draco with a deadpan face and saw the manuscript that should have been published in "Wizard Weekly" today.Then he had to admit that Draco was perfectly right.In fact, there is not much difference, except that the golden boy was replaced by the prince of Hogwarts, the heir of a noble pure-blood family in the wizarding world; The youngest magic circle professor in Sparton's history; in the end, Hermione Granger, who was also "shameless, dissolute, half-blooded and ugly", was replaced by Lancet Nott.

Now that he knew that this manuscript was destined not to be published, Lanster read the 'story' with a twisted mind, relishing it. "She really got to the reader's mind, and look, that's the kind of story people want to hear and talk to each other about."

"You sound like a pity."

"Not at all." The boy replied with righteous words, "I'm just forcing a smile on my face. By the way, where did you send Skeeter just now? It seems that she doesn't want to."

"Ludo Bagman, the one who was in her target." Draco paused for a moment, just as he was drawing the key point of the magic circle, Lanster stood beside him and watched him draw that almost It is necessary to describe the complex words that blind people's eyes, and decide to stay away from this subject in the future. "If he is really the former 'Moody', then we can only pray for him. No one can be safe after insulting a Malfoy." After ticking the last stroke, Draco will The specially made paper was taken aside, and activated with a magic wand, a burst of high temperature suddenly rose in the room, and a cluster of black flames replaced the original position of the magic circle.

"Stay away," dragged Lanster back who was curious and wanted to take another step forward, "Are you sure you want to have an intimate kiss with Devil Flame?"

"I'm sure not," he was successfully scared off by the name of 'Devil Flame', and the boy retracted into Draco's arms very naturally, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, "Compared to that, I would rather be with Draco." you."

"Mr. Nott." The Platinum Prince said seriously, "I found that your skin is as thick as the walls of Hogwarts recently." Then what?Lancet, who was criticized, asked the other party with his eyes.

After that, His Royal Highness Draco stretched out his hand and pulled Mr. Nott, who was chasing Lanster's face to the wall, onto his big bed.

"It's the first time I've climbed into your bed, Mr. Chief." Lancet let himself flop around on the soft cushion, especially the pillows on Draco's bed. "Can I ask to add the same pillow here?"

His Royal Highness Draco pressed his head on the pillow, got up and pressed it up, "Of course, I totally agree." His lips touched the boy's lips lightly, "I can add another pillow , put it on the bed in your bedroom."

"Great," Lanster lazily relaxed his body and raised his hand to stroke Draco's soft and smooth short hair. Even though the boy's face was completely red now, Lanster still held on to suppress the A platinum head...

When the lips of the two people were pressed together again, this kiss was no longer enough to satisfy the other two through close contact.Lancet never knew that Draco still had such enthusiasm: his originally indifferent blue-gray pupils infinitely deepened into dark blue, matched with his platinum-blond hair and aggressive aura, just like a Bengal tiger , pressed the prey under his claws.The difference is that now this Bengal tiger does not want to swallow the prey immediately.

"Why can't you always learn to keep breathing while kissing?" Draco let go of the blushing Lancet slightly, and Draco stretched his hand from the edge of the boy's robe in a good mood, even though it was mid-March However, the dormitories of Slytherin College under the Black Lake still inevitably carried the residual humidity and cold of winter.When Draco's hand really touched the skin on the boy's waist, Lancet shuddered uncontrollably.

As a result of the collision between the cold air and the fiery atmosphere between the two, the Slytherin lying on the bed could barely express his wishes in a normal tone. "Hmm... take it away, it's too cold..."

The other hand pinched the chin that was still shining with water without pausing, and the voice of the platinum boy was also a little hoarse from overheating, "If you didn't make what you said just now seem to be calling the bed, I can still understand it well." What you really mean in your sentence."

Lanster narrowed his eyes, "Now you can..."

"I refuse." The Slytherin above raised his hand and lowered the curtain beside the bed, completely hiding the two of them in the small space in the dark, and the hand resting on Lancet's chin Little by little spread down...

Now the Bengal tiger has decided to start feasting on his prey.

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Turn on the light, turn on the light, after I finish writing, I will post it to the darlings on Weibo. If you want to see the scumbags, you can go to the Weibo of "The Female Wolf" to find it, okay?

The author has something to say: Thank you babies for recognizing me in the comments. I couldn’t control my little emotions the night before yesterday. The main reason is that I went to bed too late and suddenly saw bad comments and lost my mind for a moment_ (:зゝ∠)_.I promise that I will not get angry about this kind of thing in the future, and I will definitely maintain a positive attitude and write articles, and then let everyone feel my positive energy, otherwise there are already many unhappy things in life. How can I read novels Still upset?

Finally, I would like to thank Baby Yecha and Baby Koufuye for their mines, okay~~

☆, close to the real

87. Close to reality

Around Easter, preparations for the third event of the Triwizard Tournament began.First, the teachers were very active on the Quidditch pitch from time to time, and then Hagrid was running around day and night, very busy.

Meanwhile, on Easter Sunday, Rita Skeeter came back with a message.

"What is this place?"

"The Room of Requirement," Lanster tricked, "but it can only be used by Hogwarts students."

"Oh, alright." Upon hearing that this room could not be used by her, Miss Beetle turned her head to report to Draco uninterestedly: "Sir, Ludo Bagman is indeed not himself! "Miss Beetle's elated description, since these big discoveries of hers can't be written into news and published in newspapers, Skeeter can only add fuel and vinegar to make a big statement in front of the two employers.

"As far as I know, Ludo Bagman has always loved butter beer, but you know, that thing cannot be kept for a long time. Once it is made, it will be put on the table immediately. But since last year Not long after arriving at Hogwarts until now, Bagman has been wearing a flagon around his waist, which is obviously not in line with his normal hobbies. I once smelled it by his side, and it should be a bottle of Polyjuice Potion .”

"Who is he?" Draco interrupted Skeeter's free play, and now the last thing they need to hear is the following 'speculation' driven by Skeeter's subjective.

"It should be the same as the person who pretended to be Moody before." Miss Beetle said, "When I was on him, I heard him speak ill of you many times, and I also vaguely heard him say that he once turned you into a ..."

"Well," Lancet interrupted her for the second time, "stop this irrelevant talk, what we want to know is who he really is, not who he has played."

A slight embarrassment appeared on Miss Beetle's face, "This... I haven't seen it yet. You don't know, this person pretending to be Bagman usually lives very irregularly, and has never fallen asleep , basically, he will not sleep for more than 2 hours at a time, so that he can continue to hide under the effect of the compound decoction for a day."

"Where did he hide the real Ludo Bagman?"

"His temporary residence at Hogwarts." Skeeter replied immediately. "He has a box with him, and the house-elf is not allowed to help him organize it."

"Hmm." Draco nodded indifferently, "Next we will find a way to rescue Bagman." Speaking of the word 'rescued', the platinum boy felt slightly uncomfortable, as if it was not something he Things that should be done. "And you are responsible for following him until you discover his true identity."

"Then can I report the whole story of this incident?" Skeeter asked one of her most concerned questions.

"After this matter doesn't work for me, it will be your exclusive news." Platinum Boy promised that this result is quite satisfactory for both parties.Without saying anything, Skeeter hurried out and continued his news digging career.

When Miss Beetle walked out of the room, Draco got up and walked out of the Room of Requirement as well.

"Are you going to tell Professor Snape about this?" Lancet followed behind him, "Look, this man has been trying to sneak into Hogwarts since the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, And this year Harry happened to be involuntarily selected as the fourth warrior, of course, I don't think he is doing it for Harry's benefit. But at the same time, he seems to have some prejudice against you."

Draco was still walking ahead, ignoring Lancet's inquiry behind him.

"Hey," the boy quickened a few steps to walk side by side with the platinum boy, "what do you think?"

"I don't think so, it's just what you analyzed." He paused, and said a sentence that he hadn't seen for a long time. "I'm going to tell my dad."

……

Lanster didn't know how Draco informed Mr. Big Malfoy, anyway, Draco found Lanster early the next morning.

"Is the invisibility cloak I gave you still there?" As soon as he entered the door, he cast several anti-eavesdropping spells.

"Here." Lanster was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth at that time, and asked vaguely, "What are you looking for?"

"Go to Bagman's room and get him out of himself." Draco said succinctly, "My dad said that person may have something to do with 'that', so I can't leave any traces of me being there."

"I didn't say it, so why are you going?" Lanster hastily spit out the mouthwash and wiped his face, "Since doing this will not benefit your family at all, Uncle Lucius can find someone else to go do this."

Draco stopped, and looked at Lancet with a strange face, "For example? Put the fate of the entire Malfoy family in the hands of other people? Once that person really has anything to do with 'that', And what the people we sent exposed might involve the Malfoy family."

Lancet was frozen by his words and didn't know what to say to continue.At this time, Draco had already dug out the invisibility cloak from one of Lanster's boxes with ease.

"Wait a minute," Lancet hurriedly stopped Draco who was about to leave with the invisibility cloak. "I also need to go."

The platinum-blond Slytherin gave him a sideways look. "How are you going? Ferret?"

This is really a good idea for Lancet. He hadn't thought of what kind of identity he would follow in the past. "That's right," the boy continued, "In this way, I can go to the door first to help you see if Bagman is inside."

Draco sneered mercilessly, "Am I here to get the invisibility cloak just to try my luck at Bagman's?" He squeezed the invisibility cloak in his hand, "All the top three today Tournament personnel will discuss the specific measures and safety protection of the third project."

"Oh," Lancet nodded, not at all convinced by this argument, "Then I'm going too, are you going to give me a stun spell here?" There was even a little complacency in his eyes, but when When he saw a trace of approval in Draco's eyes, the boy immediately turned into a cute and beautiful ferret.And he slipped into Draco's well-crafted robe and climbed into the opponent's pocket, stretched out his little head to fawn on Draco and moved his beard.

"..." Finally, Draco viciously put the little ferret into his jacket pocket, and put on the invisibility cloak. "Hold on! Don't expect me to put you back in my plans if you fall to the ground yourself for dishonesty."

The little ferret lay on the edge of the pocket, stretched its neck and kissed Draco's clean chin.

"……cut."

The operation to obtain Bagman's body went smoothly. To the surprise of Lancet and Draco, the protective spell cast by the other party on the cabinet was not very high-end, even crude.

'Even I know the existence of this spell. Lancet thought in amazement, "This person must not have been a top student during his school days." '

Draco opened the cabinet two or three times, and sure enough, he found the unconscious Bagman inside.Master Draco directly turned the opponent into a wasp and put it in a pocket, then shrunk the cabinet and took it away together.

As for their destination, it was the Response Room on the eighth floor.Draco walked back and forth three times wearing the invisibility cloak, but the door did not appear.Lancet jumped out of his pocket and regained his human form in the corner, "What's going on?" He whispered, as if talking to himself.

"Someone is using it inside." Draco's voice came from the void, "Probably Potter and his group."

"What should we do now? Try the other wishes of opening the door and share with Harry and the others, or go back to the dormitory first?" A gust of wind passed by Lanster's side, followed by a second gust, it seemed that Draco was going to go back to the dormitory again. tried it.After about six breezes, the door to the Room of Requirement appeared on the wall.

Draco took off the invisibility cloak, "Go." After speaking, he raised his hand and opened the door, and walked in with the stunned Lancet.There were really three Harrys in it.

"Hello." Looking at the man who was even more dumbfounded than he was just now, Lanster immediately adjusted his expression and greeted. "This place is really nice, isn't it?" Lancet kicked Draco beside him, and the Platinum Prince smiled immediately, "What are you preparing for the third project?" His Royal Highness' eyes filled with malice Glancing around the room. "Aha, Obstacle Curse, Crushing Curse, what else? I guess you still want to learn the Iron Armor Curse?" He already pointedly looked at the traces on the wall caused by the deflection of the spell.

Harry didn't seem to want to talk to him at all, but one person didn't think so. "There are also targeting spells, actually," said Hermione sincerely. "Do you have any other good alternative spells for this one?"

Lanster thought Draco would mercilessly laugh at Hermione's whims, such as pointing a venomous tongue at a stupid lion. "Also, I can also add." Draco said, "If you can give us the right to use this room first, I will tell you."

……

"It's that simple." The refreshed two Slytherins walked slowly towards the Slytherin common room.

"But you told them so many spells," Lancet said with trepidation, "are you sure that's really something they can use?"

"It will definitely be useful." Prince Slytherin said with determination, "But whether it can be used is another matter."

"..."

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small theater:

The little ferret lay on the edge of the pocket, stretched its neck and kissed Draco's clean chin.

Xiaolong: ...Cut.You will only act like a baby with me.

Lance: So what, come and kiss again, bow your head, yes, yes, yes!

The author has something to say: Is it finished?

☆、Barty Crouch Jr.

88. Barty Crouch Jr.

Regardless of whether the spell references given by Draco can really be used by Harry, the Gryffindor trio are still practicing them very seriously, which led to Lanster and Draco having to Every morning, he sneaks out to the Response Room to give the hidden Mr. Bagman a nutrient solution and a coma potion.Of course, there are very few times when Lanster can get up on time. Usually, Draco puts on the invisibility cloak and passes by Lanster's door silently at night. Will silently go to the eighth floor.

On the other hand, Bagman didn't show anything wrong. It might be that he still had some 'inventory' in his hands. In short, whenever there was an important meeting that required Bagman to attend, everyone never noticed his absence.But when Bagman wasn't needed, the limited Polyjuice Potions left him privately having to revert to his own self.

"What's even more strange to me is that since the real Bagman was transferred away, he should know that his identity has been discovered, but at this time he is still wearing Bagman's identity in the Triwizard Tournament activities." Lancet was a little worried in private, today was the 18th day since he and Draco went to feed Bagman in the early morning, in fact, it was only the third time he came. "Either this person has something to do as a Bagman, or he is a fool who doesn't care about life and death."

"Or both." Draco said with a bad face. "Yesterday my dad passed me the news that old Crouch has died. It's just around the corner from Hogwarts. The murderer is unknown."

"Anyway, we have to be careful not to touch that Bagman." Lanster used his wand to show the time in the air once, "Skeeter should be here, should I go outside to pick her up?"

"Transform into an Animagus form." As soon as he finished speaking, a ferret appeared at his feet, and the little ferret ran to the door with all four corners together, and was stopped by the door...

Fortunately, the Response Room was smart enough. Just when the ferret wanted to turn around for help, a small hole appeared under the door, and the slender ferret nimbly slipped out of the hole. Within half a minute, his face was covered with hair. Wrinkled together and holding a beetle back.

"Merlin! Even if I know it's a human being, I don't mean to offend, Miss Skeeter." Lanster, who turned back into a human form, sat back on the couch aggrievedly, "I still can't accept a A beetle-shaped creature stood on top of my head."

Miss Beetle stared at the young man with a humiliated face, but finally swallowed what she wanted to say under Draco's gesture. "I know his real identity!" As soon as she said that, the atmosphere just now became serious, and this time, Miss Beetle didn't intend to make a fool of herself or make a stunt. "It's Barty Crouch Jr."

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" Lancet repeated unresponsively, and cast his gaze to Draco beside him. "Who is that? What does it have to do with old Crouch?"

"Father-son relationship." Draco said succinctly, seemingly unable to sit still on the sofa, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure sir," Skeeter said, "you know, I've done research on old Crouch before, for my news. So I have a better understanding of his family structure and former members. In addition, there is another point that can be Proof," she shuddered, "he has the Dark Mark on his arm!"

……

Masquerading as Ludo Bagman and Professor Moody is Barty Crouch Jr., a former Death Eater and loyalist of the Dark Lord.Moreover, he may have killed his father, confused the Goblet of Fire to cast Harry's name into it and selected him as the No. The Dead Apostles were disgruntled, and the Malfoys were the first to bear the brunt.

"If you are not going to tell the professor yet, then I will." On the way back to the Slytherin dormitory this time, Lancet's attitude was already very firm. "It's not just about your family, it's about your life, Harry's life, and even other people's." A fool who doesn't care about life and death, and a madman without reason.Once he has completed his task, such as putting Harry to death, the next step, knowing that he has been discovered or cannot escape from Hogwarts, is the most likely thing he will do is to kill a few future justice of Gryffindor A warrior or a couple of Slytherin 'betrayer' sons.

"Okay." While Lancet was still thinking of ways to persuade Draco, the platinum boy quickly agreed to his request, "That's what I'm going to do next, but if you insist on Do it yourself - are you sure you can explain this to Dean Snape?"

"..."

After returning to the Slytherin lounge, Draco first went back to his room to inform the family of the news. There was no security measure for the correspondence between Lancet and his family, and he did not dare to send the news out for a while, but surprisingly, No sleep at all, so he went back and forth in his bedroom twice, bit the bullet and touched Mr. Chief's room and fell asleep on Draco's bed with the pillow 'specially prepared for boyfriend' .

When Lancet woke up, Draco was at his desk doing something that almost made the boy's scalp explode - he was reviewing this year's History of Magic.

"My God!" Lancet was circling around the room like a cat whose tail was bitten. "For God's sake, Draco, there's only one week left for final exams?"

"Didn't I give you all kinds of notes a long time ago?" Master Draco turned a page with his chin in his hand. Half a minute later, there was another page. The kind of confidence you see on your face.

Lanster looked hopeless, "Yes, I received them, and now they are lying on my bedside."

"Isn't it even bedtime reading?" Draco asked a little incomprehensibly, "Will a little sense of crisis before the final exam make you die faster? Or will reviewing earlier quickly consume your IQ?"

"None." The boy said blankly, "But it will be because I am depressed, mentally disturbed, irritable, endocrine disordered..."

"Well, if you think these things are comparable to a T on your report card." Draco smiled viciously, "Then you do it, and I will look forward to your summer vacation life more than you. Now, we You should go to the dean's office first."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the two mines of my wolf, and the two mines of Mr.

Let me put it bluntly, this attack is only one mine away, and it will reach 200. Is there any cute goblins to reward spicy strips_(:зゝ∠)_

☆, two

89 two

At noon on June 6th, it was the last course exam for Hogwarts students, and it was also 24 hours before the start of the third project of the Triwizard Tournament.

Lanster had absent-mindedly handed in the test paper early on, and outside the classroom, Draco had already been waiting there.

"How did you do in the exam?" The young man walked up and asked. At this time in the past, no one even needed to take the initiative to ask. Prince Slytherin would take the initiative to repeat an insignificant mistake of his own more than ten times, but now, Della Coe just nodded. "It's okay." It was by no means an answer that meant he was satisfied, on the contrary, Draco was too distracted to express himself adequately.Even though he looks perfectly normal now...

At five o'clock, the prefects of each college began to organize the students to enter the stadium. At this time, the Quidditch pitch was completely different from the usual one.Twenty-foot-high hedges formed a labyrinth in the field, and facing the auditorium was a dark entrance. With the darkening sky and the cool evening breeze, the atmosphere looked weird and scary.

But as the auditorium filled up more and more, this eerie dryness was gradually replaced by excitement brought by excited whispers and screams in the air.In the end, the professors, referees, and warriors appeared on the stage one after another, and the torches were lit in the arena. If it wasn't for Draco's worries around him, Lanster himself could not help being a little excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Bagman's voice rang out on the field, and he didn't have his recently favored flagon hanging around his waist. Guess today's Polyjuice Potion is probably the last bit of his 'stock'.

"... Now, the player with the highest score enters first, No.1: Harry Potter! Cedric Digory!" Shocking cheers rang out from the direction of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff , In such an atmosphere, the two teenagers quickly ran into the entrance of the black hole. Five minutes later, it was Krum who entered the maze, and finally, the silver-haired Delacour.

The figures of the four warriors all disappeared behind the hedge, and there was no other movement in the venue except for the teachers and protection personnel patrolling back and forth. This was even more frustrating than watching the second project. There is at least one sunny weather for the students.

"To be honest, it's a bit too cold today." Lancet looked left and right, tucked his head into his collar secretly, and then pulled Draco beside him, signaling with his eyes: Do you want to go?

Of course he had to go, in fact, for today's game, Draco made no less preparation than the savior boy. Five minutes later, two ferrets scurried into the hedgerows outside the Triwizard Tournament.

"It feels amazing. I didn't even know that we could talk to each other again after becoming a ferret." Compared to Draco, who still disliked the wet soil that stained his white paws, Draco had already made the ferret Lanster, who had some habits integrated with himself, seemed much calmer.For example, now, when he was running forward, he even had the leisure to use his tail to slap the bugs around him.

"Focus on the road, idiot!" The voice of the ferret with silver-gray eyes was as pleasant as when he was in human form, at least, for the ferret's aesthetics. "If you dare to throw the mud off your feet, you..."

Before the sentence was finished, Lancet's hind paw had already thrown a mud spot over.

"..."

"Hush—" the brown-eyed ferret shrank back guiltily, "I think I heard something."

"I heard that too," Draco turned around and ran towards the source of the sound, "I really don't like Animagus," this time he chose to run in Lance