[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Xian: When are we going to have dinner?

Draco successfully received the signal from the little boyfriend and organized the crowd to the auditorium.However, the continuation of this matter did not end as quickly as Lancet thought today. With Umbridge's tyranny and boredom, today's episode is known to more and more students. It started with one or two students in the Gryffindor class having a sudden nosebleed, throwing up, and passing out, and then, when for the first time a Slytherin student fainted gracefully in Umbridge's class Finally, Draco finally decided to start paying attention to these joke candies.

"What are you going to do? Confiscate them?" Lanster sat on the single sofa at one side and put his head on the armrest of the couch where Draco was sitting, curiously asked Mr. Prefect who was lazily reading a book, his head The arch almost touches Draco's hair.

"Their talent is indeed good." Draco answered irrelevantly. "It's a good idea to cast spells and fix them on materials without using alchemy and magic circles."

"If Molly could understand them like you do, George and Fred would dare to drop out of school right now." Lancet said sincerely, "Mother Draco."

This sentence provoked Draco's dissatisfaction, a pale and cold hand stretched out, pinched the young man's rosy lips, perhaps because he felt that the hand felt so good, Mr. Prefect simply read half of the book Put it aside, leaned over and kissed that lip...

"Let me tell you," after a while, Lancet heard Pansy, who appeared at an unknown time, looking at them angrily. Give the kids a midnight lesson in precepts and deeds?"

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99. unknown

In the end, Draco did not continue his research on the antidote: one of the reasons was that due to Umbridge's special care and affection for the Slytherins, the atmosphere in the classroom became much better than before—— In addition to the handsome boys who are always surrounded by her 'giggle' laughter; the most important reason is the upcoming selection of Quidditch players.

It has to be said that it was a very wise decision for Professor Snape to hand over a Quidditch team to Draco. When the thicker strategic policy was placed on the table, the young man complained in despair: reliable, but more verbose.

"I didn't know you would still be nervous." After the new round of player selection, Lancet and Draco walked side by side to Black Lake, "You obviously couldn't be more calm in the position of prefect."

"It's two different things," the current captain of Slytherin said with a matter-of-fact face and a calm tone. "I've always played the role of a prefect, but the captain is different." After a while, the young master turned his head and pretended to ask casually. , "How am I doing today?"

"Great dear." Lancet reassured him, "I swear, the children watching today will fall in love with you from the bottom of their hearts."

The prefect, who was guaranteed, let out a sigh of relief, and put his mind on other things. "Umbridge found me not long ago."

"She finally decided to confess to you?"

"I'm going to throw up Lancet, don't just interrupt me with horrible assumptions." Draco trembled uncontrollably, obviously frightened by what Lancet said.

"Okay," the young man said kindly, "What did she tell you?"

"She wants to set up a special investigation team and wants me to be the captain."

"Oh..." Lancet thought about the purpose of Mr. Prefect for a while, and tentatively said, "...Congratulations?"

"Congratulations?" Draco asked in a daze. After 3 seconds, he understood Lanster's brain circuit. You need to be congratulated because of your position?"

"But that's not what your expression says," Lanster said. "It glows with pleasure from top to bottom and left to right."

"...That's because I was thinking," Draco was indeed full of joy, "I can finally deduct Gryffindor house points openly."

Your Excellency the captain with lofty aspirations.

The results of the special investigation team were impressive, and by the first Hogsmeade day, the great hourglass of Gryffindor House had completely bottomed out.

"Harry and the others probably want to duel you in Hogsmeade. Because of the points."

"Great, then come on." The Platinum Prince said with a nasty look on his face, "I'll wait for him at the Quidditch Nursing Shop, since I don't have much free time as the captain of the Quidditch team."

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If there's anything that annoys Harry more than the Special Investigations Squad, it's Umbridge's role as Special Investigations Officer, and as you can imagine, the toads who used to meet once a week in class have become Their daily presence was even more annoying, and when Umbridge didn't have to take classes as an Inquisitor, she tended to be more annoying than a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"...I don't think this class can bring any useful things to the children." Jiao Didi's voice spread through the layers of smoke to every corner of the classroom, and Lancet tried hard to see clearly what was in front of him The crystal ball, but unfortunately, no matter how concentrated he was, he would be interrupted by the pink figure reflected from the crystal ball.

"Could they learn anything from here? Hmm?" Miss Umbridge shuttled through the divination class with a sense of superiority. Most of the Slytherins who chose this class were girls, so she The mood at that time did not look very clear. "Tell me, Mr. Nott," Umbridge finally picked out Lancet from the crowd, "what did you learn from this glass ball?"

"Eh...", the boy immediately put his face on the crystal ball pretendingly, and after a while, he leaned back on the back of the chair in horror, "Yes, it's unknown, ma'am—"

Umbridge frowned.

"A toad covered in mud, spitting green bubbles—oh, Merlin!" Lanster added cautiously in a trembling tone, "In June next year, someone will leave us forever, Right here, in this classroom."

"..." There was no sound in the classroom.

After almost half a minute, both Umbridge and Harry were laughing at the same time. "It seems to me, my dear, that this is sheer nonsense, and it is obvious that this course has taught you nothing of real skill."

"No, ma'am." Unexpectedly, Professor Trelawney interrupted her with a bad face, "I just agree with this—er, Mr. Nott's prophecy." Professor Trelawney was unprecedented in class Shanggao glanced at Lanster, "This child's prophecy is very accurate, even I can't make the time more accurate." She said, staring at Lanster, "What's your name, child, I It will add points to your final report card for your performance today."

It was a blessing from heaven.

"Langster Knott. Professor Trelawney, thank you for your affirmation of my prophecy."

Umbridge's complexion became even worse. Obviously, more than anything else, the last thing she wanted to face after coming to Hogwarts was some 'outrageous' remarks, thinking about what Lanster said just now. Leaving us forever' is something she will never tolerate.

"I don't think so, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge said with a stern face, "You know, as the special prosecutor of Hogwarts, I have every right to decide whether you can stay in the job until you grade this child That day." After saying this, she disappeared outside the door of the classroom, stepping on the pair of high heels that seemed to be completely unable to withstand the ravages of her weight.

"You can rest assured, Mr. Nott," Professor Trelawney said indifferently, "Even if I really can't make it to that day, I will hand over this scoring to my next successor." Lanster was sure that the reason why Professor Trelawney recognized him so much was definitely because Umbridge didn't approve of her teaching just now, but who cares?Anyway, not everyone can catch up with the good thing of being able to take the opportunity to satirize Umbridge and get extra points at the end of the term.

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100. Injunctions and DAs

The performance in the divination class completely made Umbridge 'see through' the bad boy Lancet. From that day on, all the promotional activities related to Slytherin were out of touch with him. Their vague estrangement coincides with each other, but this is exactly what Lancer needs. Some time ago, Draco forced him to learn Occlumency. To be honest, this spell is very easy to learn It was so exhausting that Lanster couldn't even think about how to complete some of Umbridge's 'favor activities' with the Slytherins who barely ignored him.

"Harry told me that he is also learning this spell." Lancet and the others studied in the prefect's lounge that Draco had just moved into, with good equipment and first-class treatment. "Is it difficult for everyone to learn? Or is it just me who is not suitable for this?"

"Although I don't mean to compliment you in any way," Draco put his wand into his pocket, and brushed his hair. "But if you have witnessed Scarhead's learning scene, you will understand that there is no stupidest person in the world."

"Professor Snape allowed you to see the scene?"

"Pay attention to your wording, Lanster," Draco said dissatisfiedly, "I just happened to ask for some advice. Well, empty your mind dear," when Draco said this, he had a smirk on his face Laughing, "If you let me see that your mind is full of our 'emotional drama', I can only teach you in some extreme ways——"

"Don't come here," the boy on the opposite side jumped up in fright, and retorted dissatisfiedly, "If you can put on your nightgown every time you teach me, wipe off the water droplets, and don't spray perfume..."

"I don't wear perfume." Draco looked unhappy.

"Okay, Body Fragrance." Lanster said compromisingly, "The most important thing is, don't dangle so close to my eyes, anyway, I am also a teenager who has entered puberty!"

"..."

"Draco?" Lancet asked tentatively, "It is said that the Malfoy family kept a veela that gave the young master morning and night classes..."

"You're crazy!" Master Malfoy threw the tea cup in his hand, his face flushed with anger. "Why does our family do such ridiculous things? Have you ever seen a family raise a dog to sleep for the heir?"

"Then what do you usually do?"

The platinum boy narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Lanster scrutinizingly, "Why are you asking this?"

I want to know how your technique is.The boy thought in his heart, if Draco is really experienced in many battles, will I gain or lose?No no, Draco has been with me every day since the first grade, how could it be possible that he has experienced many battles... Lancet struggled silently for a while, not knowing what was going on in his mind, he simply turned around and walked away from Draco. He dug out his clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Anyway, it's too early to think about it now...

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"They're doomed."

"Maybe they'll just be disbanded."

"Of course it will be disbanded. That toad has done some useful things anyway."

"In short, I have already foreseen the scene where the college cup and the Quidditch cup are placed in the dean's office. Although I don't want to enter the office for seven years, I think they are all in the cellar instead of the tower. It's much more comfortable."

"What happened?" Lance's current source of information is almost all from Draco's mouth. Although Blaise is willing to talk to him, he seems to be keen on interacting with the little prince of herbs. Well, the relationship between Pansy and him probably stopped at studying the current fashion clothes together when they met. Of course, under normal circumstances, this girl would deliberately avoid meeting between the two.

"Umbridge has canceled the legitimate right to exist of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Draco's face was also not very good, "and intends to disqualify Gryffindor from this year's competition."

"Can it still be like this? She really played with the appointment letter of the investigator." Lanster was dissatisfied. Although he hoped that his college's Quidditch team could overwhelm the opponent at this time of year, God is sorry. Yes, even the former captain Flint never thought of using such a wicked method. Of course, it is also one aspect that he does not have such a great power to ban the opponent from the game.

"How long do you think it will be for her to be blacked out by the Gryffindor team?"

"The people who actually do it are making a lot of money right now, and the others who are going to deal with it," Draco lifted his chin forward, "will find out this weekend."

"This weekend?" Lancet thought for a while, and was shocked to find that the second Hogsmeade weekend was ushered in in the blink of an eye in his fifth year, which seemed ordinary.

I don't know when it started, but Slytherins love the Pig's Head Pub more than the Three Broomsticks, even though it looks dirty, messy and poor.Oh well, this seems to negate all the advantages, but there is at least one advantage-the boss here will not come to Draco for no reason.

"And takeaway is accepted here, so I can bring the three broomsticks' butterbeer here to drink." Lanster praised, "Are you sure Harry and the others will come?" This sentence was not finished yet, The door of the Pig's Head Bar had already been pushed open, and Prince Draco held a glass and gave him a look. After a while, a large group of people poured in, and the noisy sound rang out in the small bar.

"Hey, Lancet, you're here too... oh——" The first sentence is Ron's first sentence, and the latter exclamation belongs to the exclamation of Draco's presence, "I should have known, since you are here Here," the red-haired boy said, asking cautiously, "Why are you here?"

"We've been here," Lance said innocently, "There are too many people from the Three Broomsticks."

"Oh yes, it's really crowded there," Ron agreed, "otherwise we wouldn't have come here..."

"What are you here for?"

"Tsk, it's none of your business." Ron glanced at Draco fearfully, "What are your plans?"

No plans, in fact, here to see what you have plans is all we have planned for today.Lance blinked, "Yes, I will go to the Quidditch supply store with Draco later, I heard that you were selected as the goalkeeper of the Quidditch team (Captain Draco on the side issued a message A sneer of utter disdain), congratulations."

"Thank you, if we still have a chance to compete." At this time, Hermione and Harry, who were at the end of the team, also saw them. Before they came over, Lancet pushed Ron, "It seems that you have other things to do." To discuss, let's go first."

After the newly promoted Gryffindor Keeper returned to the crowd, Draco raised his chin and said, "I promise, Ronald Weasley will be the best hope for Slytherin to win the championship next year, thank you Gryffindor" With the eyes of Captain Di Qi, she picked an excellent goalkeeper for us."

"..." Young master Malfoy probably never knew what good luck was when he was so old.

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101,

Soon, soon Lanster knew how Harry and the others dealt with Umbridge.

"D?A," Lanster said.

"Sounds awful," Draco said, looking very interested in this, "Dumbledore's Army. I'm sure anyone who has any ill will towards Hogwarts will automatically associate them with this, especially Umbridge, she's a bit paranoid."

"But really, it was a small class. Harry was a lecturer teaching some practical Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lanster said. "That's what everyone lacks the most, because Umbridge is a complete, useless waste."

"Don't be like Lanster," Draco said lazily on the side, "it will make it seem like Potter really has something to say."

"At least he is better than most of the students. In terms of defense against the dark arts, he is more than [-]% of the current students." Lanster retorted, and the content of the words was completely unacceptable to the young master on the side.

"Please, don't include the Slytherins when you say this." Young Master Platinum disagreed, "At least I won't practice for half a year for an Occlumency." Lanster secretly relaxed in his heart With a sigh of relief, applaud the Occlumency Technique that I just mastered not long ago.

"I won't either, but Harry and the others do have merit. At least D?A brought many people back to life in Umbridge's classroom." Lanster opened his ancient magic pattern textbook and started Write homework assigned by the professor.

Draco noticed a problem sensitively. "You haven't done your divination homework recently."

"Professor Trelawney has been partial to me recently." Lancet pulled out a piece of parchment and laid it flat in front of the small table in the lounge, "Take your book away sir, it's in the way of me. "

"It's not fair, and I'm still suffering from protection of magical creatures." Draco took the book and put it on the other side of the sofa, and said a little proudly, "I figured it out."

"What?" Lancet didn't know why.

"The little tricks of the Weasley twins." The Platinum Prince tapped the table contentedly, "They are indeed a little clever, but..." The hidden meaning is nothing more than that they are better.

"I thought you had left this behind." Lanster didn't buy it. "It's rare that you are so concerned about magic tricks. Congratulations to this gentleman for regaining his childhood."

"..." Draco snorted a nasal voice disdainfully, "I just took a look, this is my responsibility as a prefect, uh,."

"Forget it dear, have we only known each other for a few days?" The boy who was lying on the table spoke up without raising his head, "I know better than you what you are thinking, Tsundere."

After a while, "Hey! Draco!" Lanster looked at the scratch on the sheepskin angrily, "Why are you crazy?"

Just now, our Mr. Tsundere accidentally slapped the thin notebook in his hand on the upright boy's back, "Sorry," Mr. Prefect said without sincerity, "Since you understand what I mean, I No need to go to the trouble of making up a reason for 'missing'."

"..." I'd be damned if I didn't have the urge to break up with this bastard at least once.

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The D?A activities continued until the week before the Quidditch match. During this period, Lancet was often invited by Hermione, but in fact, Lancet was very convinced that he was not suitable to appear in the Response Room every Wednesday night. After all, compared to students from other colleges, a fifth-year Slytherin was enough to make everyone feel uncomfortable.

"Even if you are famous on the list of Hogwarts princes?" Hermione asked disapprovingly.

"With all due respect, even in the current situation, Draco is only at the top of the list," Lanster said helplessly, "but many girls treat him with respect."

Finally convinced the uneasy Hermione, Lanster began to devote himself to Quidditch practice and a lot of homework. The first Quidditch match this year was Slytherin and Gryffindor. The House is basically all set for this year's Quidditch trophy.

On the morning of the first game, Draco, as the captain, gave them the final mobilization before going on the field, "Now, we have the best configuration, which far surpasses Gryffindor's overall quality. At the same time, we also have We have more practice time than them, so unless the Golden Snitch hit Potter's hands at the beginning, we have no reason to accept a failure."

Draco was right. When the players of both sides stood in the middle of the field at the same time, Lancet clearly saw the gap between the two teams. Whether it was in terms of personnel or equipment, Slytherin overwhelmed the other side.When the captains of the two teams shook hands, the captain of the other team - a dark-skinned girl, even blushed slightly. It seemed that the title of His Royal Highness Prince of Hogwarts was indeed not in vain.Compared with the Quidditch players who have not changed much on Slytherin's side, the new members of the opposing team are particularly disturbed, especially Ron, whose hair and face are in sharp contrast, which makes people worry about him. Will you be so nervous that you will fall off the broom all of a sudden?

Anyway, the game is on.

Today's weather is very good, suitable for the competition, it is a rare sunny weather in the UK.

"...As you can see," Lee Jordan, standing at the highest point in the stands, was commenting on the game. He has a pair of eyes with unparalleled dynamic vision and a mouth that speaks clearly and quickly. Since he came to Hogwarts, he has worked as a commentator. "The goalkeeper of Gryffindor this year is the youngest child of the Weasley family, Ron. The goalkeeper of the Lai family, we will see his performance today..."

"Hush—" There was a burst of boos immediately on the stage, because when Jordan introduced Ron's identity, he had already missed a Slytherin goal.

"Oh well, it's 10-0 now, with Slytherin leading."

And this phenomenon is still going on, the game is only 10 minutes, George's commentary is dejected, "40 to 0. The current situation on the court is that Slytherin is leading."

Suddenly, a Bludger brushed past his nose, and the teenager dodged suddenly, dodging it belatedly, and in the distance, the Slytherin Chaser was furious, "God Lanster, you Are you crazy? Do you still want to catch the Snitch? Will there be a Bludger going into your pocket just by standing there?"

The young man in mid-air shook his head, only to realize that at some point, he was stupefied again.

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102. Celebrate

Thanks to Ron, the Gryffindor team had the most horrific defeat ever in their first game this year. What was even more frightening was that after the game, several Slytherins deliberately went up to taunt a Don, who refused to accept the expectations, triggered a small-scale scuffle. When the matter was over, Harry and the Weasley brothers had been announced to be disqualified from the competition in the future.

"Do these people have anything to do with you?" Lanster just calmed down from the excitement of catching the Snitch, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

"Hmm." Captain Slytherin, who had just led the team to a big victory, admitted it openly, "It was indeed my enlightenment, what's wrong?"

"In this case, wouldn't we be invincible?"

"Winning without force?" The platinum boy sneered, "Did you forget some rules about Slytherin? Also, I just gave the opportunity to be fair—tsk, this word makes me feel ashamed— — won us, but unfortunately, the result of the game was 220 to 0."

"Uh," Lancet felt even more puzzled by his explanation, "If that's the case, why do we still do this?"

Satisfied with his 'we', Draco said as he changed his jersey, "Because I want to minimize the point that those stupid lions of Gryffindor scored for the House Cup in Quidditch, no matter what Whether it's the House Cup or the Quidditch Cup, they have no reason to get their hands on it."

Lancet followed his train of thought for a while, and actually thought it was a good idea. "Oh, after letting them know, they will definitely feel that I have been completely spoiled by you." The boy muttered, and changed his jersey, a little worried about his own three views, but only for a while, about three seconds As soon as he saw the clock, he was completely saved by the fantasy of another Slytherin year, and turned his head happily, "Where shall we celebrate tonight?"

"Oh," Draco looked at him a little surprised, "I thought you would be so tormented by your inner anxiety that you couldn't eat?"

"Obviously not." Lanster would smirk, "You have to believe in your driving force, I am completely a bad boy now."

"Hmm—is that so?" Draco curled his lips, "Then, don't you plan to comfort your poor cousin Ron? I believe that after today he will have a new orientation in his goalkeeping skills." .”

"..." Lancet hesitated a little.

Seeing the uneasiness on his face, Draco added fuel to the fire, "I don't plan to go to the school hospital to see your little fan savior? He should have been severely beaten a few times." Seeing the expression on Lancet's face From hesitation to guilt, Draco leaned over with great interest, "What should we do now? Do you still want to attend tonight's celebration with me?"

"I think—" Lancet said awkwardly.

"What?" The platinum boy answered calmly.

"—Of course we have to participate in the celebration." The boy stuck out his tongue at Draco, who was stunned by his answer, "Anyway, we should have won this game. Seriously, from Harry It's not an easy task for your subordinates to snatch the Snitch. By the way, I also want to thank you, if you hadn't knocked the Snitch away from the goal during the game, I'm afraid it would have been caught by Harry."

"It's a small matter." Finally, the supplies for the game were put back in place, and the two walked out of the preparation room.Captain Slytherin lazily said, "Okay, since you're sure you won't miss tonight's celebration, I can consider ordering an extra bucket of butterbeer from Three Broomsticks."

"Merlin on top," Lancet kissed Draco on the cheek without a stand, in front of all the team members. "You look so handsome today, my dear."

"Tsk," Mr. Captain pushed the sweaty silver-green head aside in disgust, "Don't act like a spoiled child outside, Mr. Nott."

To be honest, Lancet looked at Draco unmoved, next time if you really want to pretend you don't like it, you can cover your ears with something, at least the corners of your mouth won't be so obvious.

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After the "battle of the century" between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the Quidditch game became dull, partly because of Slytherin's crushing victory over the other two houses, but because Gryffindor was losing A fine Seeker and two savvy pursuers slumped, and when it played against the other two houses it was almost by luck that it narrowly won.

After the Quidditch match, Professor Snape's mood improved a lot. Of course, anyone who sees the jeweled hourglass in his house that is much higher than other houses will be like this. This means that Slytherin has held the house cup consecutively. The future is closer.

"But I don't know why, I feel that my previous Quidditch training was in vain," Lanster began to make a list of Christmas gifts on the paper, "except for one Gryffindor, this year's Ravenclaw and Hulk Chippucci really let me down."

"Ravenclaw would be good, if the Seeker didn't lose his mind enough to miss every chance to catch the Snitch. It seems that her boyfriend's leaving school is not a small blow to her." Draco was on the sidelines He said meanly, "As for Hufflepuff, umh, it's due to the departure of the Seekers in the team. I never knew that Digory carried the souls of Seekers from two colleges on his shoulders."

"The departure of a good player is a big loss for the team. Think about it, when our team is used to zero goals from the other side, once we graduate—"

"That's up to the next captain." Platinum Boy said leisurely, "And my task is only to maintain my zero-turnover defense, and to lead the next captain. That's all right," Mr. Captain quickly changed the topic and ended Current conversation, "Where are you going at Christmas?"

"I don't know," Lancet rubbed his chin, "I wrote to my mother before, but probably because of the distance, I haven't received a reply so far. But I think, I will probably be with my uncle's family Together."

"Oh," Draco clicked his tongue, "in that chicken coop—oh well, in that stone house you're sure there's room for a few of you hear me say dwarfs, even though you haven't grown much in years , but seriously, your cousins ​​look like crazy splendens."

Lance glanced at him with a delicate expression, hesitating whether to give the opponent a headbutt or a kick. At this moment, a panting owl came in from the chimney of the cellar, and The child fell in front of Lancet, and he raised his paw with great effort.

"Oh, it seems to be my mother's reply letter." Lanster untied the letter from the owl's leg with an embarrassed light hand, and said while opening it, "Poor little girl, are you exhausted from crossing the Atlantic Ocean? Thank you dear, I will feed you something delicious later... oh," he sighed suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Platinum Boy asked.

"I'm going to that place," Lancet pursed his lips, "spend this Christmas with everyone."

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☆、Saint Mungo

After the Quidditch match, their lives were once again occupied by the homework of the professors. The year of fifth grade is especially important for Hogwarts students. work hard in this direction.For example, if someone wants to become an Oro, then he needs to obtain the transcripts required for the Oro position in NEWTs, and before that, you must first make sure that you can appear in the advanced level of the required subjects. in the classroom, and unfortunately, this happens