[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Unlike Sewell, who was extremely unreliable and unreliable, and didn't know what to ask, Draco raised the ball to the top smoothly, and clearly said where there was something to pay attention to.

In the end, the transfer students got a total of five dormitories on the fourth floor, nine on the third floor, seventeen on the second floor, and eight on the first floor.

When it was Pansy's turn, a red magic spell was shot suddenly from the surrounding Durmstrang students, which made Pansy subconsciously take a step back, and the ball fell before reaching the second floor down.

Pansy's face immediately changed——

Aljemi made it very clear that there are no second chances.

Pansy was furious, and ran towards that place without hesitation stepping on her high heels, and slapped the person who deliberately disturbed her twice with her hands.

The other party dared to make such a move, naturally it was not a kind person, but Sewell watched with a fake smile, his fists were clenched, and he had just witnessed a unilateral violence, so that person did not dare to act rashly, I looked at the other people who were staring at me, and finally got into the crowd and ran away dejectedly, and I didn't forget to leave a sentence, just wait and see, Durmstrang is not such a good place to stay.

After completing the test, Aljemi took out the key from the bottom of the barrel to start distributing points. The dormitory on the fourth floor is a golden key, the third floor is a silver key, the second floor is a bronze key, and the first floor is a rusty key. iron key.When everyone got their room keys, Pansy was still angry. She put the room keys on her fingers and turned them quickly, shouting loudly and contemptuously, "A bedroom for six people? I never lived in it! I have to clean up by myself... I can't imagine it!"

Sewell glanced at the dark-haired girl's eyes that were about to roll to the sky, carefully considered in his heart, and finally handed the golden key in his hand to Pansy.

"Let's change."

Pansy froze for a moment, then sneered at random: "What are you thinking? Baby, I'm in the girls' dormitory." She stretched out her fingers painted with red nail polish, and frivolously touched Sewell's chin: "You are too young, Thinking too much is bad for your health."

"I don't live anywhere," Sewell said with a smile, "I'll just borrow a place from Draco."

"Hey——" Draco turned his head suddenly and protested: "Have I agreed? And can I change the dormitory at will?" He asked Chairman Crowan who hadn't left yet.

"If you get it in your hands, you can dispose of it freely."

"In this case, wouldn't it be better for me to live directly with Draco?" Pansy ran to Draco's side on high heels, and hugged his arm tightly.

"Don't even think about it," Draco resolutely refused, wanting to push Pansy away from his body without mercy: "Unless you send Sophia away and promise not to use any scented skin care products in my room Taste."

Pansy weighed it for a while, let go of Draco's arm without hesitation, and said righteously: "That's impossible, Draco, although I love you, you can't let a woman leave skin care products, and you can't let go of skin care products. Don't let me leave my dear Sophia."

Sophia is Pansy's precious cat, and she is usually held in her hands. The platinum noble doesn't like fluffy little creatures. He likes scaly and powerful creatures, such as dragons.

Pansy raised her chin proudly at Draco: "Sophia and I, or Seville, come on Draco, you must choose someone to be your cohabitant."

The platinum noble frowned in disgust, his pale face was full of disgust: "Okay." Finally he compromised: "Then Sewell."

Pansy made a regretful expression, then took Sewell's golden key, hesitated for a while, and then extended an invitation to Daphne: "Hey, do you want to share a dormitory with me?" She waved the golden key in her hand.

"Of course." Daphne smiled. In the previous test, she got a room on the third floor. She brushed her beautiful golden hair and handed it to a room that was only available on the first floor. room people.

Their practice inspired everyone, and more people took out the keys in their hands and exchanged or shared them with others.

In fact, not only the fourth floor, but the third floor is also a single dormitory, but it is much simpler than the fourth floor. Sewell listened to them gathering together and exchanging keys. It felt like all the Slytherins would be stuffed into it. The illusion of the third and fourth floors.

"Oh, by the way, Sewell," Pansy said to him suddenly, "Thank you for your generosity." She gestured to the key in her hand: "And the fight just now, although you are a Gryffin How small and handsome, but I have to say, he was just so handsome."

Sewell smiled.

Sewell followed Draco back to the room. The life on the top floor was more luxurious than he had imagined. The room was exquisitely decorated and fully equipped. The largest room was the bedroom, which had a soft and wide bed, a wardrobe made of poplar wood and a floating There is a lantern in mid-air, there is a deep and large bathtub in the bathroom, and there is even a small living room and study.

When Draco was inspecting the room, he stayed in the study for a long time. He leaned against the door frame and touched his chin, looking at the room and seemed to be thinking about some serious issues. After a long while, he suddenly clapped his hands and suggested to Sewell : "How about a sofa for you here?"

"...? You let me sleep on the sofa?" Sewell stared at his dear brother dumbfounded: "I'm still growing!"

Draco stroked Sewell's head with a pleasant face, and said earnestly: "It doesn't matter where you sleep or how tall you are."

"The bed is so big, it can sleep two people without being crowded!"

"Who says it's not crowded," said the young master of the Malfoy family seriously, "but it's crowded, good boy, baby, you'll just sleep here."

Sewell was frightened by Drake's stinky shamelessness. After a moment of silence, he decided to go all out and say shamelessly, "I'm going to tell Dad that you bullied me!"

The platinum nobleman was stunned. This was the first time he heard someone say to him in 17 years: "I want to tell my dad". In the past, he often came out of his own mouth, but now he heard others say it. Is it so strange?Especially when that father is also his own father.

And he decided not to sue easily in the future——

It still looks childish.

He rolled his eyes and had to admit that he was really threatened: "Okay, if you insist, then sleep together, but now it's almost time for the appointment, go take a shower, then change clothes and go to the bar, We still need to discuss what to do next.”

"Oh, okay." Sewell pointed to the bathroom: "You go first."

Draco glanced at Sewell suspiciously, took a new set of clothes from the closet, and walked into the bathroom.

Sewell was humming outside and packing his luggage. Durmstrang only had one wardrobe. He needed to mail in a wardrobe and wait a day before the new wardrobe arrived.

While packing up his things, Sewell listened to the sound of Draco turning on the water in the bathroom, and then there was a relatively loud "crash--" sound, probably jumping into the bathtub.

Sewell listened for a while, and after making sure that his dear brother had soaked in the water in a relaxed manner, he took out a camera and walked to the bathroom.

The camera was given to him by Pancisse. If she could take a picture of Draco's abs, she would give Sewell fifty Galleons. After coming to this world, Sewell had never made any money by himself.

He gently opened the door, and saw that the shower curtain outside the bath was tightly hung, and the air was filled with the smell of shower gel. The cologne he usually sprayed on his body was the same smell—gentian and white Musk, and a little bit of geranium, is the kind of bitter fragrance that makes people around for a while.

"Sevier?" Draco asked through the shower curtain, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Sewell opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Draco made a gag sound, then said in disgust, "Listen boy, hold on to me and get the hell out, if you dare do it now... I'll kill you."

"Okay, okay." Sewell agreed absent-mindedly, and tiptoed to the shower curtain: "Hold on, hold on—"

Before the end of the sound, the shower curtain was pulled open with a swish.