[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

At the end of the breakfast time, Draco tidied himself up, picked up his schoolbag, and casually walked out of the auditorium, followed by a group of Slytherins. If there were no accidents, they would pass through a corridor as usual, and then Say goodbye to each other before the fork at the end of the corridor, parting.

No unexpected words.

Draco looked at the huddled crowd in front of him, his eyes stopped for a second on the screaming Gryffindors, he clicked his tongue in disgust, and raised his voice, "What happened? Excuse me, I am a prefect."

The dark crowd in front looked back at him in an extremely tacit understanding, and then made way for him like Moses dividing the sea.

Why don't you think that prefects are so easy to use?The sixth grader of Slytherin frowned strangely, and then walked forward with his head held high. When he saw what was causing the chaos at the end, he frowned tightly, and said mockingly : "Merlin, look what I saw? A little troll that Dumbledore accidentally let in?"

The little troll, Sewell, was carrying the third Slytherin. After hearing this, he looked back at his angry brother, and then continued to stack the three of them together amidst the exclamation of everyone.

"Draco, you can't blame me, you have to know that these people are simply rude."

Talk like you're being polite, look rude! ——The senior platinum aristocrat was resentful in his heart, he glanced at the faces of the three people, his expression darkened: "Brandon Alcott," he turned to Sewell in a dangerous tone: "Don't tell me You're avenging Potter."

"What?" Sewell was startled, and quickly waved his hand: "I don't even know his name." He stared at Draco with wide eyes: "These people are here to bully the lower grades!"

Oh, bullying first grade, then what? ——The young master of the Malfoy family stared at his younger brother who had hair of the same color as him, explaining his doubts with his eyes—what does it have to do with you?

Sewell didn't understand Draco's eyes at the beginning. In his view, it was wrong to bully others. If he could stop the wrong thing, of course he had to stop it. and survive" chivalry.

And this kind of 'chivalry' is very different from the Malfoy family's concept, but the three views are different, which does not mean that they cannot coexist. Sewell and Draco are the best examples.

After Sewell realized what Draco meant, he didn't argue, didn't even show an expression of resistance, just smiled silly and softly.

A little guy with small arms and legs, who looked at most ten years old, smiled softly, very cute.

This is when seeing this little cutie carrying a big man weighing two hundred catties with one hand, the little cutie is not so cute anymore.

Draco's back was a little hairy from his laughter, he rolled his eyes, decided to let this Malfoy who wasn't Malfoy go, and didn't pursue this topic anymore, he just raised the corners of his mouth and mocked: "I have to make sure again, There's no better place for you than Gryffindor, my dear, brash, pushy little brother."

After Draco said that, he raised his chin proudly, and looked around at the people around him: "I noticed you, the first quarter is about to start."

Then he didn't say any more, and walked towards his classroom without squinting.

As long as you have respect for each other and don't force your own ideas on others, even if they are as different as the 'Beggars' and 'Malfoy', in fact, they can coexist.

Seeing Draco leave, the other Slytherins scattered to their own classrooms, and Sewell noticed that a few even smiled at him in a friendly way.

——No one cares about the stupid big guys who are still lying on the ground.

This is actually not like the Slytherin and Draco that Sewell knew. He looked back and forth a little suspiciously, and was surprised to find that maybe, Slytherin was not so harmonious.

"You are so handsome today-!" All day long, Sewell was patted on the shoulder by various people, and everyone seemed to want to hear how he saved a few from the 'evil Slytherin' Little Gryffindor's.

Sewell also has a violent temper, and he patiently told others how he beat those big guys to the ground.

In the evening, in the Gryffindor common room, when several students chased Sewell again to ask about the morning process, Harry suddenly grabbed his arm with his palm, clicked twice and said, "One palm A small arm that can be held."

The people in the common room roared with laughter.

Sewell blushed, argued that I was strong, and the others laughed, and then, irritated, Sewell lifted up the sofa in the common room with a girl sitting on it.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, Sewell held a sofa with his arms like matchsticks, and said with a grin, "I'm very strong."

Three seconds later, there was another roar of laughter.

"Hahahahaha I don't know why I just want to laugh," Sewell's roommate Ceci Obadiah patted him on the shoulder and said, "Although I don't deny it, brother, you are so handsome today, but I still want to laugh." Laughing hahahahahaha—”

Harry wiped away the tears from his laughter, patted the first-year Gryffindor who was at a loss and couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and reminded him friendly: "You put the sofa down first, you'll scare Adeline."

Adeline, the girl sitting on the sofa, with beautiful blond hair, stopped laughing when she heard this, and said with wide eyes: "No! Sewell, in fact, I am very honored! If there is a next time, I will definitely come to lift my sofa!" After speaking, he laughed again and rolled into a ball on the sofa.

Sewell pursed his lips and gently lowered the sofa.

"I think you are much better than Terry Sandy!" A first-year Gryffindor came over and patted him on the shoulder, and said indignantly, "Seeing that Sandy has no ability and looks proud, God Why, it's a nightmare to breathe the same air as him!"

Who is Terry Sandy?Sewell looked at Harry questioningly.

"First Year Head of Slytherin," Harry whispered back.

Slytherin still has a head system? !Sewell's eyes widened.

"It's always been there. Malfoy is the chief, and he hasn't boasted to you?"

Sewell shook his head. "Probably because he took it for granted—it wasn't something to brag about."

Harry nodded approvingly, at this time another Gryffindor came over and patted him: "Sevier, you are much better than that Fern Brown!"

Who is that?Sewell looked at Harry with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"Head of the second year of Slytherin..."

Sewell shuddered, feeling for the second time today how much Gryffindors and Slytherins ... hated each other.

I hate the other party so much that everyone knows who is the king of children.

Harry yawned and felt a little tired looking at the group of chattering children around him. He was the only senior here, and the other older ones looked at this place with interest from the outside, and they didn't pull their faces to join in the participation.

"Then you should treat Sewell as the chief." After someone came over and finished speaking, Harry said casually. After speaking, he put his things and jewelry in the bag, greeted the little ones and said, "Okay, go quickly!" Go to sleep—what's the matter?" He looked suspiciously at the group of kids in front of him who looked more excited than before.

"It's nothing—!" The boys answered in unison.

Harry frowned, thinking that children are good, they are so energetic, then he carried his schoolbag in one hand, and dragged Sewell, who was actually not very sleepy, up the stairs back to the dormitory.

The next morning, everyone in the auditorium found that there were more people on the long table in Gryffindor than before. Everyone seemed to get up earlier than before, and many of them were excitedly looking towards the door go.

Sewell received Lucius's new custom-made dragon skin armguard before going to bed last night, and he was tying it to his arm at this time, letting Hai Dongqing step on it to see if he could scratch it.So when he just walked into the auditorium with a bird in his hands, he found that he received many shining eyes from the long table of his college.

Sewell, who didn't know what was going on, paused, blinked suspiciously, and then showed a kind smile to meet those eyes.

Suddenly, those eyes sparkled even more.

Sewell, who was bathed in these gazes, still ate his breakfast with a good appetite. Harry and the others who usually sat next to him couldn't bear the feeling of being surrounded by gazes, and moved away a little.

Sewell ate the last loaf of bread, drained the pumpkin juice from his glass, and put it down.

As if an order, all the little Gryffindors with bright eyes put down the tableware, wiped their mouths quickly, and sat up straight.

Sewell was stunned, and decided to stand up as if nothing had happened, and all the little Gryffindors stood up in an instant.

Sewell took two steps forward, and the little Gryffindors followed behind him, standing in a small square in an orderly manner.

Even Harry couldn't ignore it this time, he turned his head and asked Ron who was leaning back and laughing, "What's going on?"

Ron couldn't breathe from laughing. He lay on the long table and waved his hands without speaking. Hermione rolled her eyes and said angrily, "After you went back yesterday, these juniors said they wanted Sewell Junior leaders."

Junior leaders?Harry chewed the word in his mouth for a long time, and had to admit that he was not as fluent as the head of the year.

"Yes! Leaders! Years one to three! The interface must be organized to defend Gryffindor! It's not called the chief because they don't bother to learn Slytherin," Hermione glanced at the group of little dolls, with a look on her face The stern expression is a bit similar to that of Professor McGonagall: "They seem to have long thought that Slytherin, following a person in a mighty way is very cool--" she said contemptuously: "But I have to say, I was surprised to find that , that line is pretty neat.”