[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

I begged and begged, and lost my temper, but still no one was willing to tell him, Sewell felt that there was nothing he could do.

He felt the changes around him with an almost desperate attitude - the intensification of Slytherin's internal conflicts, the relieved expressions of those in Pansy, and Professor Snape's attitude as if everything had settled down.

He no longer follows Draco every day, but he is extremely trembling about any changes around him, for fear that one day a bad news will hit his head and he will not be able to bear it.

Until two days before the Christmas holidays.

Sewell ate his breakfast as usual, looking up at the gate from time to time, waiting to see Draco.For him, this is a sign of the beginning of a new day, which means that half of his heart can be put down today.

However, after a long breakfast today, Draco didn't show up.

Not just Draco.

None of Bryce, Pansy, Daphne, Goyle, Crabbe, the juniors and seniors, who usually followed Draco, were there.

The desperation in Sewell's heart gradually increased. He kept watching the door, but no one came.

There were only seven or eight people left on the long Slytherin table, all of whom were usually against Draco, and one of them was Brandon Alcott, the Bludger who jinxed Harry.

By the time his roommates began whispering to him to go to class, Sewell's eyes had gone blank, and he was hopeless.

At this time, Alcott's triumphant cry came from the long table in Slytherin: "Be abandoned! Seville Malfoy!"

--abandon……?

—The fork in Sewell's hand fell to the table with a clatter.

The abnormality of the Slytherins attracted the attention of many people this morning, and Alcott's clamor caused another sensation.Sewell's face was pale. He reached out to take a sandwich, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth because his hands were shaking too much. Finally, he stood up, trembling and asked in a haughty manner, "What do you mean?"

Alcott bared his big yellow teeth and laughed loudly, his eyes gleamed with viciousness, and he looked very proud: "Our little master Malfoy doesn't know yet? Your dear brother has already Abandoned you, transferred to another school! They escaped!"

He waved his arms wildly: "This group of traitors, fugitives, and cowards." He shouted: "They will only run away! Only we believe that he will come back!"

There was a commotion in the teacher's seat, and Professor McGonagall stood up angrily, and Alcott said in a strange voice: "I didn't name names, professor, why do you look so bad?"

Sewell's brains seemed to have been burned dry, and he forced himself to look at Harry for denial—

"Er - shall we talk tonight?" Harry faltered.

It looks real.Sewell thought drowsily: They're gone, leaving me alone—

Also, who wants to take care of a burden that doesn't have much use?

He made himself seem to have calmed down, lowered his head and ate the sandwich, but it tasted like chewing wax.Except for the few people left by Slytherin, the other students were very quiet, talking in very low voices, and secretly watching Seville Malfoy.

Harry fidgeted on the sidelines, wringing his fingers awkwardly: "I'm sorry—"

"It's okay," Sewell's voice came out muffled: "You are right, we must respect Draco's choice."

Even though he said so, Sewell still couldn't control his sadness, a hot and sour feeling rushed to his nose and eyes, he tried to lower his head a little lower, for fear that others would see it.

Stanley Becky—Sewell's kind but stinky roommate—clumsily leaned over and patted Sewell on the shoulder: "No, are you okay?" He comforted: "Hogwarts is also very good, is it very good?"

"—I'm fine." Sewell said with his head down, the light hit his full forehead, but the five senses were hidden in the shadows, making his expression invisible.

"If you're okay, look up, look up?" Stanley stammered, his hand on Sewell's shoulder slightly exerted force: "No—don't be sad, you still have us."

Sewell slowly raised his head, revealing his weeping face.

The abandoned young Malfoy's eyes were red, his nose was wrinkled, his lips were tightly pressed together, his bright gray eyes were wide open but tears rolled out one by one.

Starley was terrified, and quickly let go of Sewell.

No one speaks anymore.

Just when the atmosphere was bad enough, suddenly there was a loud bang——

The door to the auditorium was slammed shut.

A familiar figure appeared there, with pale blond hair and impassive gray eyes.

Draco raised his eyebrows, scanned the auditorium with his eyes, dragged his voice, and said in his usual mocking tone: "What are you looking at?"

Sewell stared at the handsome sixth-year Slytherin who had taken off his school uniform and wore the latest style of wizard robes, a little angry, aggrieved, and looking forward to——

Why are you back at this time?

Draco didn't seem to intend to delay here any longer, rolled his eyes, and muttered that I wouldn't come if Pansy said that the children would definitely cry.He didn't even bother to take a few steps inside, so he stood at the door, crossed his arms and said, "Durmstrang is a school that advocates pure blood and black magic, and is very incompatible with Gryffindor trolls."

"You must be very uncomfortable there - but, Seville, I'm there." Draco said lazily, sending out his own invitation: "Want to come together?"

Sewell felt himself fly.

In fact, he also flew up - he directly flung himself up with great lightness, turned around in mid-air, easily passed through half of the auditorium, and rushed directly to Draco like a heavy bullet. Holding the waist of his nominal brother, he nodded seriously.

When Draco lowered his head, what he saw was a wet face. He resisted the urge to push away, and took a napkin to cover Sewell's face: "Very good," the platinum noble has recovered Changing his usually arrogant expression, he dragged his voice and said, "My carriage is still 10 minutes away. If you don't have time, you can fly there by yourself."

"But my luggage?" Sewell said pitifully, "I haven't packed anything yet."

"You can't always make people wait for you." Draco lazily stretched out a finger, pointed at Seville's forehead and pushed him away: "Fly over by yourself before it's too late."

Sewell didn't dare to complain that it wasn't his fault, and he didn't dare to waste any more time. He ran back to the Gryffindor table, pulled Harry up and ran towards his bedroom: "I need your help—— !" He ignored Draco's angry expression not far away, and the resistance of the savior, and abruptly brought him back to the Gryffindor tower.

"I still have classes—" When Harry was dragged into Sewell's dormitory, he thought for a while and said helplessly, "Forget it..." He waved his wand to help Sewell pack his luggage, and suddenly sighed: " Do you have to go? That's Durmstrang, who specializes in black arts."

Sewell nodded enthusiastically. He himself has no aversion to black magic, and he will never dislike the new school because of this kind of thing.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Harry stopped talking and continued to help him pack his luggage.

Seeing Harry's neat movements of packing up his things, Sewell was amazed that Harry Potter was indeed a so-called human house elf.The luggage was quickly packed, and Sewell left a large pile of Honeydukes candies from the cabinet to his roommate. Just as he was writing a note, there was a loud noise outside the window.

Sewell looked towards the window, and a carriage with six huge flying horses appeared out of the window. A light golden head poked out from the door, waved at him triumphantly, and said with mouth shape, " Fly yourself' Then Pegasus let out a few loud snorts, turned around and flew north without hesitation.

"...What a jerk!"

Sewell couldn't believe that he was thrown down again like this. He stomped his feet in resentment, scribbled the note, and finally stuffed the luggage into the bulging pocket with a few shrinking spells.

"Okay, okay, that bastard brother, who hates Harry so much, does he really want to fall in love and kill him?" Sewell murmured, then turned around and grabbed Harry's shoulders, his eyes were shining, very Seriously said: "Of course I didn't pull you here in front of Draco to help with packing!" He justly said, "Do you remember the Avada I blocked? Remember that I won't die Is it?"

Harry was stunned, and Sewell corrected himself again: "It's not that I won't die, but if I know in advance that I will be hurt, I can bear it but I won't die." He looked at Harry still confused , hating iron and steel, said: "I mean, what dangerous things can I do!"

"Hey - what are you kidding -" Harry reacted this time, trying to retort excitedly.

"It's not a joke, as long as you give me time to prepare, I won't die, tell Professor Dumbledore, if there is any dangerous action, please call me, I won't die, I won't die, I won't die! "Sevier didn't care about Harry's expression of resistance at all. He giggled a few times, tore off his school uniform, revealing the shirt and light-colored jeans inside. His eyes were shining, and he looked very excited. He waved Folding his arms and shouting at Harry, "I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he kicked and smashed the window,

……

There was a loud sound of glass breaking from the tower of Gryffindor, and the students who hurried to the classroom turned their heads involuntarily and looked over——

It was a figure dressed in white, soaring from the window, stretching its arms like a giant falcon, rising into the air, and galloping towards the north.

At this moment when the farce in the morning was spread all over the campus, everyone who saw it knew who was going where, and a dozen or so junior Gryffindors who had gathered together looked at the junior leader who left them in a daze. , suddenly, with a cry: "Goodbye! Seville!"