[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"Ah--" Sevier sneezed hard after being suffocated by the strong fragrance of flowers.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose, stared blankly at the big ball of pink on his hand, and asked, "Christmas gift...?"

Mr. Pirate took off his hat, put it on his chest, bowed, and said firmly: "Christmas gift, of course, has another meaning."

"What do you mean..."

When Sewell asked this question, he regretted it. He felt extremely embarrassed... Sending flowers, still pink flowers, and saying that kind of ambiguous words before——

Can there be other meanings?

Sure enough, Mr. Pirate said solemnly: "Would you like to associate with me?"

...Of course not!

By the way, who are you?

Sewell stared, and what he wanted to say was clearly written on his face.Mr. Pirate smiled tolerantly and said, "The chicken legs are delicious."

drumstick?

What chicken legs?

Sewell thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't think of anyone who had something to do with chicken legs.Mr. Pirate reminded him: "The chicken drumsticks every morning... are delicious."

Sewell came to his senses now... He thought that the chicken legs donated every morning were not eaten by fish, but by people, and he felt so bad...

If I had known earlier, I might as well take it back to Draco.

His expression was as if he had eaten a fly, adding fuel to the fire, Draco whimpered beside him and said, "Chicken legs? Every morning?"

Sewell felt that the words were full of jealousy, so he shivered involuntarily. He hurriedly said to Mr. Pirate: "...that's a shark! It's not you. To be precise, this is the first time I've seen you—— I'm sorry, I can't agree." Sewell put the flower in Mr. Pirate's hand, nodded at him quickly, and then pulled Draco to go to the dormitory.

"What if... it's not the first time we've met?" Mr. Pirate said behind him.

Sewell stopped involuntarily and looked back, only to see Mr. Pirate's hat being thrown aside, and a large cluster of flowers fell to the ground. He held his wand, stared at Seville, and repeated: "If we are not the first If we meet once, will you agree?"

He waved his wand without waiting for Sewell's reply.

Starting with the boots, Mr. Pirate's attire begins to change. Obviously, this is also a transfiguration based transfiguration, and at this time the transfiguration disappears and the clothes change back to their original form.

Sewell saw his shoes, trousers, clothes, all transformed into Durmstrang's school uniform, with a bright red cape behind him.

A student of Durmstrang?

Sewell's eyes widened to see who it was.

However, just as the opponent's face began to twist and change, a cool hand covered Sewell's eyes.

Draco's voice rang behind his ear: "Don't look."

"But—" Sewell's protest was interrupted before he could speak: "You want to associate with a wild man?"

"... Ordinary friends can also look at their faces."

"No—" Draco said without doubt: "Don't look, go back with me, of course, you must break free from my hand, but don't follow me in the future, you can go back to Hogwarts , keep playing with your little troll friends."

Sewell was at a loss for words, but Draco continued, his voice even a little smug: "You've got to make a choice, baby—go back with me, or go with him."

Sewell felt that it was difficult for Draco to overpower anyone - he didn't even know who that person was, so how could he choose?

Sure enough, it's not my brother... But this choice is easy to make.

— After all, in the whole of Durmstrang, no one is more important than Draco.

He curled his lips, rolled his eyes silently, turned his back to Mr. Pirate who had taken off his disguise, and then took Draco's hand from his eyes, and said helplessly, "Of course I'm going with you... "

The corners of Draco's lips curled up in satisfaction, while his gray-blue eyes mockingly stared at the tall Bulgarian youth behind Sewell.

"Let's go." He took Sewell's hand and walked into the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as the door was closed, Draco, who was originally satisfied, darkened his face, folded his hands on his chest, raised his chin and asked, "Explain—then what happened to the chicken legs every morning?" .”

"...I'm not used to the food here, so I roast chicken myself." Sewell said sincerely: "...then I met a shark in the lake over there. Seeing that it seemed very hungry, I gave it to him. I ate the chicken legs."

"You'd rather feed a shark than bring some back?"

"I guess the great Gryffindor troll has forgotten that his poor brother is eating the food too."

"Of course—maybe," Draco said, looking at him critically, "but how could his poor brother be compared to a shark? Oh, and a freshwater shark."

Sewell waved his hand weakly, trying to lessen his guilt: "Draco...I didn't." Unexpectedly, Draco raised his voice, and said in a particularly annoying tone of fuss: "Freshwater sharks Who can tell me what the hell you can cram into your head! Sharks?! In fresh water! What better way to explain this than the Animagus?"

Well... Sewell gave up his resistance decadently, and when he was about to accept Draco's Mai Tai, Draco suddenly shut his mouth.

His two thin lips were tightly pressed together, and after a while, he reluctantly said: "But in the end, you still have the brains to make the right decision. I Decided to forgive you."

"..."

"Thank you so much." Sewell couldn't help mocking.

And Draco still folded his hands on his chest, as if he should thank me as he should, and ordered: "Come here."

Sewell moved forward a few steps cautiously, Draco seemed to think he was slowing down, he took a step forward impatiently, and then stretched out his arms to hug Sewell.

Suddenly falling into a warm embrace, with Draco's unique bitter fragrance in his nose, Sewell froze for a while, and then tentatively called out: "Draco...?"

"Hold on—" Draco grumbled, "This clasp is so hard to put on—my God, I'll never order a piece of jewelry here again... Alright." He let go of Sewell. , took a step back, and looked at it with satisfaction.

Sewell lowered his head and saw a long gold chain hanging around his neck, and at the bottom of the chain was an ornament hooked together by two silver rings.

It's still pretty.

He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and asked happily: "What is this? Draco?"

"If I'm assuming you're not blind - obviously, a Christmas present," Draco said lazily. "A real, valuable Christmas present worth keeping and not easily spoiled."

Sewell could hear him mocking Mr. Pirate's flowers in passing, but he was too happy to care about others.

"I like this." He giggled, touching the pendant hanging on his chest.

"You have to like it." Draco rolled his eyes: "Do you know how much work and Galleon it took me? I even had to write several humiliating letters with the goblin for it!"

Sewell guessed that the so-called humbleness probably meant 'not arrogant'.

But... goblin?He pulled the pendant to his eyes and inspected it carefully. It was very simple and beautiful, but he didn't find anything exquisite that could represent the craft of a fairy.

"You shouldn't be looking for any decorative patterns anymore." Draco sneered: "If you have enough common sense in the wizarding world, you should know that fairy craftsmanship is not reflected in the appearance—more importantly, it is in the heart .”

I'm so sorry - Sewell sneered - I'm the kind who doesn't have any common sense in the wizarding world.

"So? What's, er, rich inside this?"

As if he was waiting for this sentence, Draco raised his chin even higher, and said triumphantly: "If you pull the two rings apart—" Before he finished speaking, Sewell quickly pulled the two rings together. The two rings were pulled out separately: with a sound of "Ding--", the two hooked silver rings separated. Before Sewell had time to sigh, "As expected of a fairy craft, they were pulled apart and there was no scar at all." 'The necklace emitted a strong light, and at the same time, Draco's chest also emitted a dazzling light, and then disappeared in place, and then, with a bang, appeared on Seville's Location.

"My God..." Sewell looked at Draco who teleported to his position, and asked with a sigh: "What is this? Portkey? Untimed?"

"...Directional guidance type door keys, there are two in a pair, and each time it is activated, the other one and its owner will be summoned." Draco said blankly: "Two goblins that need to be built at the same time Handicrafts, and complicated magic patterns... are long-lost technologies, as far as I know, there is only this pair in the whole of Europe."

Sewell stared in amazement at the two silver rings that had been pulled away from his hand, and asked a little foolishly: "Then how do you hook these two up again?"

Draco continued to say with a blank face: "...The wizard has no way to hook them back by himself. You need to find the goblin...[-] Galleons each time."

"...[-] Galleons?" Knowing that he had yanked the five hundred Galleons away with a single hand, Sewell was in a bad mood, even tangled up.

The platinum nobleman sighed, reached for Sewell's necklace, and said, "Forget it... I'll write a letter to the goblin—don't pull it if you don't need it next time. It will take three days to repair it back and forth."

Sewell was a little embarrassed. He remembered the 1 Galleons he had received from Lucius today, and said confidently, "I'll give you the five hundred Galleons."

"Money is not a problem—" Draco glanced at him quickly: "I'm just worried about you and don't know where you've been for the past three days."

Sewell quickly raised his hands to promise that he would not go back anywhere, so he obediently followed behind Draco. After Draco nodded in satisfaction, he said, "Daddy also gave you the treasury."

Draco used an affirmative sentence, and Sewell obediently waited for his next words. Sure enough, Draco continued: "I also received it when I was 11 years old...you make good use of this money." He looked at Sewell said with a confused expression on his face, "For example...to make some investments."

"invest……?"

Draco nodded affirmatively, and said proudly: "I stopped using my parents' money when I was 15 years old... You can also try to use the money to do something, the money is not too much, but it is definitely not too much Now, at least for a Weasley, it's not going to be seen in his life."

"Although... even if your final grades are poor, Dad will definitely be able to find you a job in the Ministry of Magic, but it's better to have a little bit of your own business."

Knowing that what Draco said was true, Sewell began to worry about what investment he should make.

"It would be nice if this was the Muggle world..." At least he knew that many industries were developing very rapidly at this time, Sewell didn't notice that he said what he thought, until he saw Draco's words Thinking eyes.

"...I have no other meaning." He hastily remedied.

"Gringotts offers an activity to exchange coins from the Muggle world—" Draco frowned, as if he was enduring something strongly disgusting: "But I promise, if you really go to the Muggle world and do something From now on, I will never let you in the house."

Sewell didn't know what to say, so he could only face it with a smirk.

Draco thought about it for a while, and it was worth noting that he maintained a displeased expression during this period, and finally said slowly: "In fact, there are many holes in the Muggle protection law...especially when you are not When you really want to hurt Muggles..."

"for example?"

"Such as some innocuous products with a faint, almost imperceptible magic?"

Sewell's eyes lit up for a moment, but he asked again: "If it looks like this... can I enter the house?"

Draco let out a cold snort through his nose, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Okay—for the sake of emptying Muggle money."