[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

When Sewell returned to the dormitory, Draco had already washed and dressed.

The platinum aristocrat who was putting a ring on his finger heard him coming back, looked at him with distaste, and said in a loud voice: "Sweaty... have you gone to fight the troll?"

"Exercise," said Sewell, who ran two laps along the castle before returning after eating the chicken. "Morning exercise is very important to keep in shape." He said, pulling up his clothes, showing his abs proudly.

Draco scoffed at it.

The transfer students spent the next day in the coffee shop, where they ate sandwiches, drank sweet drinks or vodka, immersed themselves in their studies, and contributed hundreds of Galleons in just one day. The proprietress of the coffee shop couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

The Russian and English mechanisms are completely useless. There are also letters written as h, p, x, and b in Russian, but they are no longer in English. Sewell memorized the 33 letters of Russian for a whole day.

Towards the end of the night, Sewell asked Draco to check that he had memorized all 33 letters, and got two wrong.

"Is your brain filled with gills?" Draco asked incredulously, "Such a simple thing, a whole day? Not bad?"

Sewell was so depressed when he was told that he lay on the table sullenly, wanting to give up, but he couldn't really give up. Even if he didn't take the exam, as long as he wanted to stay in Durmstrang, he had to learn Russian.

He felt more and more that it was for his own good that Draco didn't want to bring him here.

In the end, he took out his flagon decadently and began to pour wine into his stomach. The wine in the flagon he brought didn’t need to be replenished, and it was always filled with the mellow and sweet Junshan peach blossom wine.

After drinking like this for half an hour, the alcohol began to slowly rush to his head, Sewell felt his face was hot, and his chest was hot, he threw the book aside, and leaned shamelessly to Draco's side with the smell of alcohol : "I want to go out and play."

"Taking the opportunity to play drunk?" Draco didn't even look at him, and continued to look at his profile picture.

Sewell, who was exposed, froze for a moment, then rubbed his face against Draco's clothes flatteringly, and said again pitifully: "I don't want to study anymore, I want to go out and play."

"Go," Draco said calmly, "No one is stopping you, go and play by yourself."

Sewell buried his face and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to play by myself."

"I'm busy," Draco patted the back of his head lying on his lap impatiently, "find someone to play with." The latter still buried his head firmly in his robe, and muttered softly after a while What?

"Can't hear clearly, speak up."

"I said," Sewell raised his head, his eyes were wet: "I want to play Quidditch."

"Want to play Quidditch?" A voice that had never been heard before sounded from the side: "Then sign up."

Sewell and Draco turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw seven people wearing the same style of black Quidditch robes standing at the door of the cafe. The light coming in from the outside made the cafe a bit dark.

Backlight, can't see face clearly.

Sewell squinted his eyes for a long time, until several people came in, then asked stupidly: "Are you Durmstrang's school team?"

"Yes, sign up with the captain if you want to come." The person who spoke was standing second, he pointed to the person in front of him and said, "Victor Krum, you play Quidditch, you must know him." he."

At this time Draco had already stood up, and stretched out his hand to the man: "Long time no see."

The world's number one Seeker, Viktor Krum, two years ago he participated in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts in England, during which time he got along well with Draco, it stands to reason that he should have graduated , but because of insufficient attendance time, the graduation time was delayed for two years, but no matter what, this year was his last year in school.

Of course, Karkaroff didn’t want to let people go because of the strictness of the attendance time——

How much honor will Durmstrang bring to a big Quidditch star who is studying?

Under these honors, no one will pursue whether it is 17 or 19.

"Didn't expect to see you here again." Krum shook Draco's hand hard, then let go. It had to be said that his English was much better than that of fourth grade, and then he turned to look at Sewell with a very The deep voice asked, "Are you going to join the school Quidditch team?"

Although Sewell took the opportunity to play drunk, he was indeed a little too drunk, and his reaction was a little slow. He looked up at Krum for a long time, wondering why he felt a little familiar... After a long while, he nodded vigorously.

Krum hummed, and then said nothing. This Quidditch star has always been taciturn.

"We have the right number of people. If you want to join the school team, you must prove that you are better than the person who is playing in that position and can replace him." It was the person who spoke before, and he grinned at Sewell showing a completely incomprehensible Friendly smile: "Forget about it, my name is Yesha Lavric. I'm the goalkeeper of the school team."

Dazzling sparks flashed in his eyes, and he said provocatively, "I heard that you were also the goalkeeper at Hogwarts?"

In fact, Rukliff is a rare person who has a good impression of transfer students. He even asked someone to ask about those transfer students, and then he heard about the youngest goalkeeper in a century (Sevier: not!) It was also transferred, and when I met it now, I signed the gauntlet with great interest.

In various senses, this is the first time Sewell has received a head-on challenge. If he is sober now, he will definitely hold the hand of Lachlief and come as soon as he says it.But he drank too much, so after hearing the other party's provocation, he didn't understand what it meant, tilted his head and asked innocently: "Huh?"

I have to say that although Sewell is growing rapidly towards a handsome man, until now, his facial features have not opened up much, his eyes are still round and round like that of a child, and his long pale golden hair is draped softly , coupled with a pure and harmless expression - full of lethality.

Krum has always looked gloomy, and there is no change. Draco is very familiar with Sewell, but he doesn't react too much, but the nosebleed of the Durmstrang goalkeeper directly sprayed out.

Rucklef blushed, squeezed his nose with one hand, and said in a muffled voice, "If you want to be the goalkeeper of the school team, you have to surpass me."

Sewell blinked and said slowly:

"But I don't want to be a goalkeeper."

Lachlief was dumbfounded: "Aren't you the goalkeeper?"

"But I suddenly found that the batter is more interesting." Sewell said, holding Draco's arm.

At this time, a person behind Krum stepped forward. He had dark skin, a short and hard beard on his face, and a fat body. He looked like a wild boar. He looked contemptuously at Sewell, who was limp, let out a loud snort from his nasal cavity: "Does this kid think that anyone can be a batter?" He chuckled: "I am a batter, you Come here if you are not afraid of death, let me teach you a lesson."

Sewell burped.Triwizard Tournament

The batter felt that he was being mocked, turned around and said to Krum, "Captain, this kid is so ignorant, I have to teach him a lesson, and it happens to be training soon, so let's start the selection."

Krum didn't speak, but Lachlief interjected dissatisfiedly: "He's still drunk, why are you in a hurry?"

The batter turned to him sharply, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth with a vicious smile: "What's your name, Ruggleef, it's so ugly, look at that tender ass?" He pinched his teeth, eyes on Sewell Turned around: "But it does look good"

Lachlief's expression changed drastically, he drew out his wand, pointed at the batter, and said harshly, "Take back your words."

At the same time, the transfer students also pulled out their wands. The tips of the Slytherins' wands were all pointing at the man. Blaise put away his lazy smile and said, "Apologies, sir."

Krum frowned slightly.

At this moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Drake suddenly reached out and patted Sewell's face, and said in the usual drawn-out way: "Get up, baby, someone is playing with you."