[HP] Ravenclaw Girls' Hard Days

Casey weighed the wig twice, then looked up at Malfoy, wanting to see if there was any difference in the color, and then saw Malfoy embracing his hands, staring at the wig in her hand: "What is this?"

"A wig," Kathy replied.

The Slytherins next to Malfoy laughed, Malfoy turned his head and glared at them, and frowned tightly at Casey: "Of course I know! I mean, why are you giving me this? Don't you Think I need this!?"

"It's much more convenient than a hat, and it's very practical." Casey handed the wig in Malfoy's direction.

Malfoy took a step back and said with disgust on his face, "No, Field, of course I don't need this! You..."

He looked like he wanted to curse, but finally shut up, and Kathy saw his expression change rapidly a few times, and finally said in a non-threatening way: "You better work out the curse quickly, I will finally give you A week."

Casey didn't say a word, Malfoy had already unilaterally ended the conversation, he looked around at the Slytherins he brought, those students were all giggling, and Malfoy caught him right away, Malfoy A little bit annoyed and shouted: "What are you laughing at?!"

Everyone quickly put away their smiles, and said to Casey with a straight face: "Did you hear me, it's a week!"

Kathy shrugged at Malfoy, slightly wanting to laugh.

Malfoy felt ashamed and didn't want to stand here anymore, so he turned around and left, but the Slytherin standing behind him failed to get out of his seat in time.

He couldn't scold Casey, so he had to vent his anger on others. He glared at the Slytherin blocking the way, and said in a low tone, "Get out of the way!"

The Slytherin silently took a step aside, leaving enough room for him, and Malfoy stormed off.

Later that day, Kathy was doing her homework in the common room when a first grade came in and called her, "Kathy, someone is out there looking for you."

Casey responded and raised her head after finishing a sentence: "Who is it?"

The first-year Muggle-born shook his head blankly: "I don't know, he's just a pretty Slytherin."

She thought for a while and added, "The one with the blond hair and the hat."

Oh Malfoy.

Casey understood in seconds, she looked at the time, and it was only over an hour before Malfoy led someone to block her.

She thought about it, recalled yesterday that the members of her college's Quidditch team complained in the common room that training would start again today, and she probably understood what Malfoy was here for.

Eighty percent of them came to ask for wigs.

To be honest, Kathy really thinks that the wig is better than the hat.

Among other things, the fact that Malfoy is going to participate in Quidditch training alone can eliminate the hat.

Although Casey has no interest in Quidditch competitions, she has taken flying lessons anyway and knows the speed of a broomstick - a good broomstick can fly faster than a car on a high speed.

And the broomstick doesn't have a windshield yet, so it would be nice to be able to open your eyes.

In short, this is a sport that you cannot wear a hat to participate in, but if the wig is clamped tighter, there is probably no effect.

Casey was not in a hurry and finished writing a whole paragraph of the thesis before finally walking out of the common room.

Her guess was correct. Malfoy, who had been waiting on the platform outside for a long time, saw her come out and asked, "Where's that thing you just now?"

Casey took out a wig piece from his pocket, and just halfway through it, Malfoy called out in a low voice, "Stop, Field! Do you want to stand here and be watched?"

Kathy wanted to roll his eyes, but stopped and looked at Malfoy helplessly.

Malfoy looked around, then walked towards the side corridor for a while, turned around and found Casey was still standing there, he greeted impatiently: "Follow me."

Those who didn't know thought they were going to do some underground business.

Standing behind Malfoy, Kathy rolled her eyes genuinely, but followed.

There was no one in the corridor. There were not many people walking here, and at this time, everyone was either training on the Quidditch pitch, dating or doing homework. Few people would go back to the common room.

Malfoy walked deep into the corridor before stopping, and just after he stopped, he reached out to Casey: "Take it out quickly."

Kathy patted the wig on his hand.

Malfoy stared at the thin piece of wig in his hand for a moment, as if looking at something dirty.

He maintained this expression and the wig for a while, and just when Casey wanted to leave, he frowned and said, "The color seems a bit light."

Kathy looked at the wig, then at the hair on the edge of Malfoy's hat, fine-tuning his hair color as best he could.

Malfoy, who was very demanding, was satisfied with the color, looked at the wig over and over again, and began to pick other thorns: "...the quantity seems a little small."

Casey looked at him without saying a word.

Malfoy didn't need her to answer, he could continue to criticize, and it didn't take long for him to say with disgust, "How do I use this thing?"

This man and Potter were two different kinds of trouble.

Casey's patience was completely exhausted, and she said, "You do your own research first, and I'm leaving."

Malfoy immediately looked away from the unsatisfactory wig, and said to Casey: "Field, don't think about ending it so easily! You have to research the solution!"

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Facts have proved that Malfoy's grades are worthy of being the second in the grade. Without the guidance of Casey, he can play this new thing very well.

At dinner, Kathy spotted Malfoy in the Great Hall, his hat off, the wig piece on his head blending perfectly with his natural hair, as if he had just changed his hairstyle.

Kathy was very pleased with the effect, looking at Malfoy's head as if she were seeing the Galleons she would soon be earning.

After all, everyone has a variety of hair colors, and the types of wigs on the market cannot fully meet everyone's needs. Casey thinks that there should be a lot of audiences for this spell.

But Malfoy's successful hair also caused Casey a little trouble.

After dinner, Porter, an insider, approached Casey.

He was much brighter than the whining Malfoy, with his tight cut head, he blocked Casey directly at the entrance of the auditorium, and shouted angrily: "Casey!"

When Kathy saw him, his head got big, and he kept walking, bypassing him and walking directly.

Potter froze for a moment, then quickly followed, walking beside Casey, lowering his voice: "Cathy, have you solved the curse?"

"No..." Just as Kathy started, Malfoy appeared out of nowhere and squeezed Eve who was walking beside Kathy.

He and Potter walked beside Casey from left to right, turned his head past Casey, and gave Potter a smirk: "This hairstyle suits you very well, Potter, I don't think you need any cure."

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