[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Even if it belongs to the warm temperate maritime climate, it was quite cold in England on Christmas Eve. Sewell didn't feel his clothes drenched in the cold moisture after he had been in the sky for a long time. Fortunately, he had already seen the carriage ahead. He accelerated his speed and landed at the door of the carriage.

At first glance, this carriage was sponsored by the Malfoy Manor, with a green base, silver tassels and connecting parts, and large Malfoy family crests ostentatiously on both sides.Sewell reached out to wipe off a little stain on Malfoy's crest, stared blankly for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door.

The door opened automatically, and after Sewell entered, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide and looking at the space inside in surprise.

A lot of space magic is used in the carriage, the space is very spacious, there are two floors inside, the upstairs is a row of rooms, and the downstairs is a very spacious and comfortable lounge, with a large table in the middle of the lounge, above which There are some drinks and food, and there are some small tables scattered around. There are barriers that can be stretched at will, which can be used for private and secret use. There are two invisible end corridors behind. behind.

I love magic--

Sewell almost said this, and a voice full of disgust came over: "Close your mouth, Gryffindor little troll, the saliva is about to drip out."

Sewell turned his gaze away, and Draco was sitting in the middle behind the largest table watching him, his handsome face full of disdain.On his left sat Pansy, who was leaning against him like a boneless one, on his right were eating and drinking Crabbe and Goyle, and on Pansy's left sat Bryce.

Surrounding them were a dozen or so people, facing the platinum nobles like stars and moons, and the rest of them sat scattered on the tables outside.

Sewell pouted, too lazy to argue with Drake.

However, Drake didn't stop there. He used his bad nature to the limit, looked up and down Sewell's wet clothes, and said in surprise: "The first taste without image, Seville, don't tell You and I don't even know a Rainproof Charm or a Drying Charm."

"I really won't—" Sewell raised his voice: "Excuse me, can you not pick me up?"

"If you can stop the water running down your wet trousers from wetting the carpet, I think I'll try."

Sewell was not comfortable wearing wet clothes. Looking at Draco's lazy look, he knew that Draco had no intention of helping him. He decided to change his shirt first, then put on his wizard robe, and took off his pants from under the robe , in this case, even if you change your clothes in an 'elegant and decent' way here.

As for the issue of changing shirts in public, Sewell didn't take it seriously at all—how could a real man be afraid of having his upper body exposed?Moreover, the martial attire of the beggar gang is basically topless.Sewell took the luggage out of his pocket and restored it to its original size, then unbuttoned his clothes and threw the wet coat aside.

"Wow——" Pan Xi suddenly sat up straight, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Wow, I can't tell! So predictable!"

This call attracted the attention of many people, someone whistled frivolously, and a fifth grade girl shouted loudly: "Let me pick him up, Draco!"

"No," Draco said sullenly, "You're too old."

Daphne who was not far away also raised her head, her eyes turned around Sewell's upper body, and after sighing at the well-defined muscles, she frowned: "—Have you grown taller?"

"It looks like it has grown seven or eight centimeters this semester." Sewell said not very much. He put his left hand on his waist and counted his abdominal muscles with his right hand: "One, two, three, four, five, Six yuan." He said with satisfaction: "Perfect."

The muscle layer on Sewell's stomach is not too thick, and the abdominal muscles don't look hideous at all, just a shallow and thin outline, but they are very beautiful.

Sewell is the type who looks thin when he takes off his clothes. When he first entered school, his impression of being thin and small was too deep. Now he inadvertently jumped up, revealing muscles that are not deep enough but beautiful enough. It clearly shows the transformation and growth of teenagers.

He grinned, showing his big white teeth, thinking that he still had mermaid thread, if the underwear he was wearing today was not for the Malfoy Manor specialty silk underwear, he would not be handsome enough, he would definitely show it off.

Pansy giggled again, leaning on Draco again and saying, "God, my heart - I can assure you - Draco doesn't have such beautiful abs."

The naturally pale platinum aristocrat gave her a contemptuous look, and rarely became angry. Bryce said with a smile on the side: "Actually, our chief is not as weak as he looks."

Draco looked a bit displeased with the 'looking frail' description, but he had no time to protest because Pansy's fingers were already running down his neckline, stripping him naked.

"Stop, my God—" Draco frantically defended his virginity: "For the sake of so many people here, Pansy, stop!"

"Oh no baby, I want to see it too, you can't be partial!"

Everyone roared with laughter.

Sewell quickly changed into his wizard robes, sat on the ground and grinned foolishly, after Draco finally pushed Pansy away, he gave Sewell a hard look: "This is not Gryffindor! Don't sit on the ground! Your words and deeds represent Malfoy!"

Sewell jumped up quickly and slapped his buttocks with a smile.

"Show your best side!" Draco ordered sharply: "Don't make any trouble in Durmstrang." He looked around, because of the farce just now, many people gathered, Si Chief Leitlin's blue-gray eyes swept over their faces one by one: "You all know what we will face this time, and what we are eager to get."

--I have no idea.Sewell protested with an expression.

Draco didn't even give him a second glance.

"We crossed the North Sea, Norway, Sweden, and Finland, and came to a place without the shade of our ancestors. We have money and can easily obtain a comfortable life, but our purpose is not limited to this. Our parents are turning their careers to Russia. Regardless of the day when we return to the UK, we must be ready to recreate our own world here."

"What we want is not only a comfortable life, but also the recognition from our classmates. Durmstrang is a school that speaks for itself, and this will be our most important and best starting point."

It was the first time Sewell saw Draco giving a lecture as the chief, and he felt a little subtle. He imagined that he was like Draco with a half-smile on his face, exuding a hormonal breath, and let others admire him under the wizard robe. I feel so heavy and tired.

He kind of understood why Draco didn't want to bring him here, and felt that it was enough for the Malfoy family to have Draco to do these things anyway. Sewell wanted to be a sword in Draco's hand more than charging in the social field. Where to hit.

Draco said he would kill whoever he killed.

Sewell saw that although the Slytherin students still had elegant and decent smiles on their faces, sparks of excitement were ignited in their eyes. He couldn't have the same sense of substitution, and felt that he seemed more suitable for blowing outside the carriage. He stuffed all the changed clothes into the luggage, and when he was about to escape, Draco stopped him again: "By the way, can my dear little brother speak Russian?"

"—what?" There was a blankness on Sewell's face.

"Russian, or Bulgarian."

"I can speak English...and Chinese."

Draco sneered: "That's a pity. Durmstrang is taught in Russian, and the students it accepts are mainly Russians and Bulgarians. Homework can be submitted in Slavic languages."

"Sleife what...? I don't want to make friends, can't I use English for my homework?"

"Of course not—no professor will grade you on an English paper. The Slavic language family is a large language family including Russian, Bulgarian and other languages, and belongs to the Indo-European language family." Draco briefly explained: "As long as it is All languages ​​in this language family are fine—this is already to take care of non-native students, as long as it is a Slavic language family, the corner includes the prophecy of the entire Eastern Europe." Draco looked up and down and looked at the dumbfounded Sewell: "Don't be funny Oh, there are a total of twelve prophecies in the Slavic languages, don’t tell me you don’t know any of them—Croatian, Slovenian, including Montenegrin!”

"... including English?"

"of course not."

"Then I won't have any."

"It's a pity." Draco said enthusiastically, "I learned four of this language family when I was 12-although I think this is a good opportunity, it's best for you to just go back to England- But if you insist." He waved his wand, and several books flew across the room and landed in front of Sewell: "Memorize these." Draco said lightly.