[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"...I don't know." Sewell looked back blankly: "I'm missing some memories...really."

"Honey, it's okay, I just need a little quiz." Narcissa put down the magazine in her hand, poked Sewell with her wand, whispered a spell, and then a stream of silver particles sprayed out from the tip of the wand, Condensed into a single word in mid-air—

"fourteen."

Narcissa's eyes widened, and she looked her new son up and down: "I can't tell at all, I mean, you look only ten years old!"

"..." Sewell scratched his head, and Narcissa smiled gently: "It seems that I need to discuss the issue of schooling with your father, and wait at home for your 11-year-old owl. It's unrealistic."

She happily started flipping through the magazine again: "But now, go out and play, boys."

In the garden of Malfoy's mansion, Draco held his Nimbus 2001 in his hand, and said angrily, "Are you ready?"

"...Do you really want to fly with me?"

"If you say another word, you won't take it." Drake glanced at him.

Sewell shut up quickly, but suddenly thought of the great lightness skill in the Jiansan game.

I don't know if this body can fly directly with Daqinggong. Sewell was fascinated and itchy in his heart. After seeing that there was no one around except Draco, he decided to give it a try.

"Get out of the way a little bit, Draco."

"What did you say—" the fifth grade Slytherin swallowed the rest of the words, he looked at his new brother in shock, jumped twice on the spot, and then rushed towards himself—

Then the two of them took off together.

"Mei-Lin-!!! What the hell is this!!!" Drake, who was dragged into the sky, had a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you flying? Without a broom?!!"

"One of the symbols of the beggar gang, the sharp weapon for picking up girls is great and easy." Sewell muttered in a low voice, and he took Drake through the air quickly, the cool wind blowing on his face, feeling so good.

"You—say—what—what—?" Draco roared as the wind was too strong.

"Let—you—don't—hide—away—!" Sewell yelled back: "Do—want—to be—higher——?"

"want--!"

With a sudden force, Sewell took Drake straight up into the sky. He threw Drake into the sky from time to time, and caught it the next moment. Drake's face was pale, but his eyes were bright: "It's better than a broomstick!" !” he yelled in Sewell's ear.

"But this will consume magic power, and it won't take long to fly." Sewell said in an acceptable way: "Get ready, we're going down."

"Okay." Draco said disappointedly: "You are so useless."

After landing, they were greeted by Lucius, who had just returned home and had not taken off his clothes, and Narcissa, who ran out of the house and watched for an indefinitely long time.

Narcissa covered her mouth and exclaimed, "You're going to break your necks!"

Sewell tugged at his clothes shyly.

"Interesting oriental magic," Lucius said with a half-smile. He pulled Narcissa and walked into the house: "When the children grow up, they must have some entertainment of their own."

After the two of them had walked away, Draco suddenly yelled, and he waved the broomstick he had been holding in his hand all the time: "I think I'm going to lose interest in Quidditch."

Sewell smiled dryly: "Quidditch is more exciting, and this habit is just to pass the time."

"Any other interesting oriental spells?" Draco asked condescendingly.

"...can summon birds?"

"Summoning magic?" Draco asked back.

"Similar." Sewell nodded. He pulled out the dog-beating stick, made a melee gesture, and whispered: "Sky Falcon Strike."

With a long cry, a huge white falcon rushed down from the sky, and Sewell stretched out his right arm to stop it.

"It hurts..." Sewell groaned, the bird's sharp claws easily penetrated his clothes and pierced into the flesh.

"Stupid guy." Draco waved his wand angrily, and it turned into a piece of leather on Sewell's right hand. He pretended to look at the bird calmly, and drew out his tone: "You need to ask Dad to give you a piece of leather. Prepare an armguard."

Sewell smirked, and introduced: "Generally it is called Baifeng, nicknamed Fatty Bai, it is Falcon, and it is called Haidongqing in China."

Drake raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I read this word before, I remember it is a Chinese divine bird?"

"It used to be in ancient times, and it is what it is now." Hai Dongqing stepped on Sewell's hand, looked around with sharp eyes, Draco looked at it fascinated, and couldn't help but eagerly said: "I have one for sending letters. I don’t know who is more powerful than the Golden Eagle.”

I am a fighting follower—Sevier rolled his eyes, but was seen by Drake, and the pampered little prince cried out to despise him, but was rejected by Sevier with righteous words—

"I don't want to kill any birds." He insisted, "Moreover, this is China's national totem, which symbolizes bravery, tenacity, and a strong national spirit!"

Sewell's description reminded Draco of some not-so-good things, and angrily gave up his plan prom.

"I never thought that one day, I would be so proficient in waltzing." Sewell said to Drake with a bitter face. Regarding this, Master Malfoy, who had learned to enjoy it from childhood, snorted disdainfully, and was too lazy to talk to Drake. He speaks.

In the past few months, Sewell has only been surrounded by Drake's peers-he can't pour bitterness on Lucius and Narcissa-so whether Drake likes it or not, he has become the target of Sewell.Later, Drake has learned to ignore 90.00% of them, and Sewell also knows how to shield Drake's scolding.

Not long after the holiday started, Sewell got his own wand—Olivan's, mahogany, dragon heart tendon, twelve inches, Lucius said that because he was not 11 years old, the next She will go to Hogwarts for the first grade during the semester, and then take the assessment at the end of the semester to decide whether to skip a grade.

To skip a grade - Sewell borrowed all of Drake's notes during the holidays, madly endorsing them.

In this dance-learn-dance-learn rhythm, the first of September arrived.

At the station, Sewell ran into Sirius and Harry without any surprise. Sirius saw him drag Harry and ran over, stared at Sewell with bright eyes, pointed to Harry and said, "This is Harry." , my godson, you can find him if you have any questions, and he promises to take good care of you."

Harry smiled helplessly at the side, stretched out a hand to Sewell, and said kindly: "Do you remember me? We met once at the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course." Sewell shook it without hesitation, and shook it. Harry smiled gently. Although he hated Malfoy, he liked the man who saved Sirius.

Draco, who was embracing and saying goodbye to Narcissa next to him, sneered heavily, Sewell suddenly remembered that in their first grade, Harry once refused Draco's hand——

Is it not good for me to shake Potter's hand in such a nonchalant manner?He thought a little anxiously - but what Draco said at the time was pretty embarrassing.

Sewell let go of Harry's hand in embarrassment, Harry didn't care, and said cheerfully: "Sirius believes that you will come to Gryffindor. If you do, I believe we will get along very well."

Draco's gray eyes glanced indifferently, Lucius waved his cane unconsciously, and Sewell quickly stated his position: "My whole family is Slytherin! I believe I am also Slytherin."

Harry and Sirius wanted to say something, but Draco urged impatiently: "Let's go, I'm going to be late." Sewell glanced at the time which was actually still early, and nodded cautiously. He and the Malfoys gently Hugged lightly, and followed Draco with his luggage.

Sitting in the carriage, Draco bought a lot of snacks and pushed them in front of Sewell—and declared that "this is too sweet, only children like it"—he took a glass of water, looked Sewell up and down and said : "Your face looks bad."

——It’s really not good, Sewell felt that he was going to die of depression

Harry and Sirius just talked about the sorting, and it really touched his heartstrings.

The spirit of the Beggars' Gang is "surviving for the sake of loyalty and righteousness, the great chivalrous man, for the country and the people, never regretting life or death", what is needed is to be loyal and carefree - as a member of the Beggars' Gang, with a personality that is also very good , Sewell is not at all sure that he will go to Slytherin.

Along the way, he ate pumpkin pie worriedly, and even the people Draco introduced to him just greeted him briefly, without any further conversation.Draco looked at his tangled appearance calmly, and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until after changing the wizard's robes and arriving at Hogwarts, when Sewell was about to follow Hagrid on the first-year road, Draco suddenly poked his waist with his wand.

"what?"

"Don't panic." Draco cleared his throat, a blush appeared on his pale face, he was a little uncomfortable, he muttered a little stupidly, and finally calmed down.The sixth year of Slytherin, with pale blond hair, looked at Sewell and said softly, "We are family no matter what."