[HP] S·M event book

No.3 Well... the beginning of the disaster. (3)

Sera was already feeling breathless, and she had no doubt that she would be dealt with by the prefect in front of her here. Recalling the reactions of Annie and other Slytherins, she couldn't help but smile bitterly—Slytherins were more obsessed with pure blood than she was. Deeper than imagined.

Her struggle was insignificant to him, her neck was pinched, and it was difficult to vent her breath, let alone beg for mercy.So she held his wrist tightly with both hands, barely opened her eyes, and looked at him pleadingly.

Sera hoped that the prefect would understand the word look.If it is really impossible, it should be seen from her pale face that she really can't hold on.If he still needed to communicate with her, he'd better let go before she passed out.

It seemed that such a look or expression satisfied him, and he finally let go of his hand mercifully—and threw her to the ground as rudely as possible.Either way, at least Sira could breathe.

Her throat was sore and itchy, and Sierra gasped for breath. The fresh air seemed to her a thing of the last century.She leaned against the wall weakly, trying to adjust a comfortable posture so that she would not have to exert so much effort to support herself.It wasn't until things seemed to be back to normal that she realized the prefect hadn't spoken yet.

Sierra breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment she raised her head, she was stunned, and the gratitude in her eyes was shattered just as she was about to germinate.Sera could hardly believe her eyes.

—He was wiping his hands.

He was wiping his right hand over and over again with a clean towel—the hand not only held her, but also pinched her neck, the movements were serious and careful, but the disgusted expression on his face fully expressed his desire to touch her disgusted.It almost made her wonder if she had contracted some virus without knowing it.Saila even thinks he let go because he can no longer stand "skin to skin" with her.

The glass heart shattered into pieces, and Saila felt wronged and wanted to cry.She couldn't figure it out, is there such a big gap between Hogwarts and the outside world?Before coming to this academy, grandpa would often hold her on his lap and call her little princess, but here, she is a pest that many people hate.

Sila curled up silently, resting her chin on her knees, and for the first time disliked that her hair was not long enough to completely wrap herself—even though they were already around her waist.The eyes are lowered slightly, and the golden eyelashes make the emerald looming.

After an unknown amount of time, she noticed something new about that person.

He then looked at his hands in the light, threw the towel on the ground mercilessly, pulled out his wand and said "clean up" to his right hand, and finally he was satisfied. It seemed that the disinfection was successful.After finishing it, it was time for some chores, so the gray-blue eyes aimed at her.

Sera immediately tensed up, and quickly said, "I'm sorry!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it, wishing to slap herself to death.Isn't this obviously putting yourself at the other party's feet and letting you trample on it?sorry for what?Dirty his hands?

Sure enough, the man snorted with his nose, showing extreme contempt.With his head held high, he walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, leaning lazily on the backrest, resting his left foot on the right foot, and supporting his chin with one hand.

This action reminded Sera of Grandpa—the aura of a superior person.

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"Since the founding of Hogwarts, Slytherin has never been in the seedlings." He glanced up and down at Sera, and the malice subsided a little, replaced by curiosity and doubt, "I'm curious what the Sorting Hat told you Something...or in some way you misled it."

Sierra shook her head quickly, "It didn't say anything, really! It just fell asleep!"

He narrowed his eyes, drew out his wand and pointed it at the trembling idiot in the corner, and smiled ferociously, "Lying in front of the Malfoy family...you are really brave."

"I'm not lying!" She suddenly raised her voice, subconsciously pulled out her wand from her pocket and aimed it at him, and when she realized what she was doing, she wished she could stuff it into her mouth like chopsticks—she took out her wand like a first-year student What are you trying to show off?

Prefect Malfoy was startled by her action at first, and then he was aroused by her resistance, "Disarm you!" Seeing her withdrawing her hand in pain, he said sarcastically, "A first-year mudblood How dare you point your wand at me? Hmph."

Saila's face turned blue and then pale, and finally looked at him aggrieved, "I'm not a Mudblood."

She felt that this person's status must be very noble, at least much stronger than ordinary nobles.

Absolute self-confidence, absolute momentum, no resistance from anyone is allowed.

Just like grandpa.

The difference is that one is green onion and the other is old fritters. At least in front of grandpa, no one is as presumptuous as her.

The prefect sneered, turned his wrist casually, and the magic wand on the ground flew into his hand.

The black wand was polished smooth, about ten inches long, straight from end to end, without any features. "What are these? Chopsticks?" He said contemptuously.

These words stabbed the pain solidly, and Sierra's little face turned red immediately. When Grandpa saw her magic wand, he also asked this question in return.It wasn't until she saw her crying expression that she changed her words and said that she was unique, simple and generous.She protested in a low voice, "It's not chopsticks, it's a magic wand."

The young master raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Ollivander still has such inferior things."

Saila said aggrievedly: "It's not a cheap thing... sycamore, nine and three-quarter inches, dragon scales, Mr. Ollivander said I was lucky, because this wand has a bad temper and rejected many people." people."

Meaning no one else was a match for the wand before her, and there seemed to be a lot of people out there who wanted it.Master Malfoy studied it with some surprise, and finally curled his lips, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I chose you."

"I...I will be a good master!" Saila said awkwardly.Apparently she also agrees with the prefect's words.

This brought Malfoy back to his senses, he was here to drive away vermin, not chat with a Mudblood!So he coughed lightly and put on his nasty smile again.Dad said that when things get out of control, you must maximize the momentum of the pure-blood nobles, so that you can suppress them before the other party reacts. "You won't need it anyway."

Sierra froze, "Why?"

Obviously this answer made the young master very unhappy, and his face became gloomy, which meant that the Mudblood didn't take his words to heart, "I tell you to get out of Hogwarts!"

Sela suddenly realized that she obviously forgot that there was such a thing, so she shook her head firmly, "No." Everything can be tolerated, except this one.

The young master's eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't turn his head at this moment.Muggles, Mudbloods, and first-year freshmen, actually resolutely resisted the surname Malfoy and resisted him, a pure-blooded prefect.He strode up to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground, "Say it again!!"

His hands are big, enough to wrap around his entire arm, and the place where it is clenched is very painful. Saila is very close to him, close enough to smell the tobacco smell on his body clearly, close enough to see those pair of hands clearly. A gray-blue gemstone, close enough to imprint the sharp lines of water chestnut in memory.

She felt a little hot on her face, and the beating organ in her left chest was scurrying around restlessly. At this moment, her originally dull head officially stopped, so she could only answer dizzily along with his question: "I can't leave Hogwarts."

Malfoy was a little dizzy with anger, he pressed his wand on her forehead forcefully, "Believe it or not, I have a thousand ways to get you out of here within a month!"

The tingling pain on her forehead brought Sara back to her senses, and she frowned, "Impossible, I will never leave Hogwarts."

"—Syra Morris!!!" he roared.

"Maybe you have many ways, but I won't go no matter what. No matter what you do, even if you are treated as a mouse, I will endure it. Because I have nowhere to go except here." Saila said these lightly Speaking, while rejoicing in the bottom of my heart that I was not dazzled by the beauty.

No matter what these people do, it is definitely not as good as a word from grandpa.

So she must not let grandpa down.

Malfoy was stunned, and his violent mood was extinguished in an instant.Then he let go of his hand and adjusted the clothes on his body. The action just now made it slightly to the left.And Sara was slightly agitated that he didn't wipe his hands or cast a spell again.At the same time, I also found that when this person is emotionally excessive, he will use other things to make this excessive natural, so that he will not appear to be uncertain, and become like a nobleman with great connotations.

Grandpa had done the same thing, and Malfoy's behavior seemed immature in comparison, like a kind of unfinished imitation.

"I don't care what your reason is." Malfoy said flatly, "Slytherin's honor cannot be tarnished. If what you want is an asylum, you can apply for a transfer." Speaking of this, he paused, and then Nasty added, "I think Hufflepuff would be a good fit for you."

Saila's fragile heart was bloodied again. If the Sorting Hat still makes sense, now even a stranger who just met thinks she is a good-for-nothing?

She hesitated, then shook her head.

Malfoy's face became ugly again, and he said in a bad tone, "Don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

Sierra smiled, "Thank you, but... I want to be a Slytherin."

"You're dreaming!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth, "A Mudblood can never be a Slytherin!! You will only be a stain on us by staying here!!"

Sara hesitated to speak, and finally pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"...It seems that the negotiation failed." Malfoy snorted coldly, pointing to an extremely remote dormitory and said, "It belongs to you for the time being, if you catch students wandering around at night, you will be deducted points, you should be more grateful for the school rules, it Let you have the only place where you can hide from us. Of course, if anyone wants to share a dormitory with you, it's another matter, please pray."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door with his head held high and his chest held high. Just when Saila was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned his head back.

Malfoy raised his chin proudly, looked down at Sierra, and said with utmost contempt, "I am Draco Malfoy, when you go home and cry to your Muggle parents... you will definitely think of this first name."

Sierra stared blankly at Master Malfoy disappearing proudly through the door.Until he was sure that he would not appear again, he couldn't wait to pick up his wand, rushed into his bedroom as if escaping, and threw himself on the bed fiercely.

It took a long time to calm down.A feeling of tiredness ensues.Really exhausted today.The quiet environment made Saila gradually feel sleepy, and she closed her eyes without any resistance.

Gentlemen and villains are fascinating.

And a very bad gentleman...

Saila hugged the pillow tightly in her arms, tilted her head, a faint blush appeared on her fair skin, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"...Grandpa should be very satisfied if he sees him—if he really dares to kill someone."

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[If you meet someone who is malicious to you, don't think too much, show weakness, beg for mercy or run away, and do everything possible to make yourself endure. 】

【……why? 】

[...Because it's the easiest solution to trouble, and you're not out of character for wands, Miss Morris. 】

The author has something to say: OK~ I hope it is not out of shape.

Proud, confident, but still a little immature.

He will appear a gentleman when the time is right, but he will also show his true colors with his mood.

Know how to intimidate people, but can't master it well.

A little vicious but not malicious.

A nearly 16-year-old Draco under the protection of the Malfoy family