[HP] S·M event book

No.65 Hmm...Gold Galleon

The atmosphere of the beginning of school was not so cheerful, but the arrival of freshmen still made everyone feel less heavy. The "Daily Prophet" reported on the Death Eater almost every day, and that person's movements began to increase, but there were also some Probably to test Dumbledore - to see if he was really as ill as rumored.Many students also guessed this way, and they all hoped that this was just a prelude to Dumbledore's ready to go.

Sierra notices that neither Harry nor his two friends show up at school, Cho Chang's version is that they are all off to save the world.Serra was noncommittal, but at least it's a good thing that the Savior has taken some real action.Speaking of Cho Chang, she has also graduated, but when Sera asked her what she was going to do, she always changed the subject.

Sierra is now in third grade, but sometimes she feels like she's back in first grade.Now in this castle, there were very few people she knew well, except for those who were dead and gone, only Draco, Snape and Sirius who only appeared once in a while remained.Only then did she realize how narrow her world was.

In just one vacation, Sierra seemed to have nothing again.She was a little uncomfortable with this isolated and helpless state. Annie would no longer crawl to her bedroom in the middle of the night to fiddle with her closet, and Zachary would no longer follow behind them to deal with trouble.Things that used to be normal evaporated and disappeared.

If there was ever a good thing to pull out, it was Snape... The Headmaster had finally mercifully terminated Syara's long-standing labor service.Maybe he is too busy, but it is not easy to guess what he is busy with, because at this moment, people on both sides are very busy.

Sara still has no way to fully trust Snape until now. She still doesn't understand why Dumbledore would so unreservedly give his trust to this Death Eater with the mark on his body. Similarly, Snape has Why do you owe your allegiance to Dumbledore?Maybe next time I go to St. Mungo's Hospital, Sierra can ask Dumbledore a good question.

Sierra stared blankly at Draco who was sitting next to him, reading a book seriously—a pair of rimless glasses were placed on his nose, he was lighting a thick book with his left hand, and was writing quickly on the parchment with a quill pen in his right hand. to write.The slender fingers have well-defined joints, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

"Your attention should be on the paper in front of you." Draco said without looking up, without stopping the movement of his hands.

Saila came back to her senses, and secretly rolled her eyes, "Here again, do you have an extra eye? How can you always find it?"

"You haven't moved for half an hour." Draco said naturally, "If you can ensure that Professor McGonagall's homework can be completed, I don't mind you continuing to read."

Sera picked up the pen, and brushed her chin with the part of the feather, thinking hard about how to write.

Draco glanced at her, then took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "What's wrong? Seeing that you've been absent-minded about eating recently, aren't you afraid of choking?"

Saila pouted, and automatically ignored the last sentence, "If you can help me with my homework, I will be much happier."

Draco raised his eyebrows, pushed his book aside, and took Sierra's paper again, thought for a while before writing fluently.

Sai La was dumbfounded, and couldn't believe her eyes at all. It took a while to react, and stammered: "You really..."

"Of course, there are conditions," Draco said.

Saila immediately restrained her stupidity, narrowed her eyes and said, "Conditions? You didn't mention this at first."

Draco looked up, smiled at her, and said, "Come out tomorrow night, I'll wait for you in the lounge."

"You are encouraging me to violate the school rules." Saila said dissatisfied.

"I'm a prefect, what are you afraid of?" Draco shrugged indifferently.

After muttering something about abuse of private power, Sera curled her lips and nodded.

Since he had nothing to do, Sai La simply lay down on the table, bent his head, and stared at him openly, "I was thinking about the first time we met."

Draco's pen paused, "Are you going to settle old scores with your benefactor and lover now?"

Sai La pursed her lips and smiled, "No, I think you have changed a lot."

"Well, well...hopefully it's a change for the better," Draco said.

"Of course," Sara said.

Draco smiled, then squinted his eyes, and whispered, "...I also think you've changed a lot."

Sierra was a little surprised, "For example?"

"It was hilarious how you hurt Pansy on the train, but it was a surprise to me," Draco said briskly. "Hope she didn't mess with you where I couldn't see it."

As Pansy said, Draco is the only protective cover for Sara at Hogwarts now. She has a way to make it difficult for Sara, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is a contest between Malfoy and Parkinson , because many Slytherins know that the Parkinson family is planning to hostilely acquire the property under the name of the Malfoy family, and the famous Mrs. Malfoy is not an easy-going lamp.

What the two of them were doing looked more like a family rivalry to the other Slytherins.Therefore, most people adopt a wait-and-see attitude, and there are very few people who help.

When Draco explained this, he still mocked viciously—[The Parkinson family ruler is so confused, what can he swallow with his mouth? 】

Afterwards, the two of them chatted one after another, which was completely natural for the two of them. Those confrontations in the past are so...unbelievable when I think about it now.

After Draco wrote a piece of parchment eloquently, Sara was about to take it, but he quickly pulled the paper back, then stretched his neck, and put his cheek in front of Sira. Twirling around.

Draco said triumphantly: "Look, I've delivered it to my door, you just need to pout."

"The guy who doesn't know how to be reserved." Saila said angrily, she thought about it, and showed a very smug smirk.She suddenly poked out the tip of her tongue, licked Draco's face, took advantage of his stunned, snatched the parchment, and slipped away. "When you leave, remember to take the book back for me."

Draco's roar came from behind, and Mrs. Pince's roar, and Sierra laughed very happily.

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During dinner, Sara had been avoiding Draco's cannibalistic stares, and during the meal in the Great Hall, she had sneaked a glance at him, and saw him staring at her while biting off half of the broccoli. Assuring Draco that he was imagining it as his own head, Syara gave him a flattering smile before bowing her head silently.

"I can't imagine that you are still smiling." A cold voice came from beside my ear.

Sierra turned to look.

A chestnut-haired girl was looking at her hostilely, and Sierra knew that this person—Stephanie Benson—was Anne's roommate.

Sierra's mouth froze.

"You didn't even attend the funeral of Wilton's family." Stephanie said coldly, the fork in her right hand pierced the steak fiercely, and made a sharp sound when it collided with the plate, "The smell of burning corpses can be felt across the coffin." Can smell it clearly, have you ever smelled the smell of burnt people?"

She didn't answer, still hanging her head.

So Stephanie said again: "They said they didn't find Anne, do you think she is dead or alive now?"

Saila's face became paler, and she put down the tableware with slightly trembling hands, then lowered her head, and grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly.

"I think she's dead. The Dark Lord never leaves anyone alive." Stephanie seemed satisfied with Sierra's appearance, she smiled maliciously, "That's right."

She pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress something.Stephanie sneered, got up and left.

Draco at the other end of the long table frowned—he had been watching Sira, and although he couldn't hear what they were saying, it could be guessed from Sira's increasingly pale face that it was not a good thing.

That girl seems to belong to the Benson family. He doesn't remember the exact name, but in his impression she didn't go with Pansy, so what could be the relationship between them?

Before Draco could think about it, there was a sound of flapping wings from behind. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a brown owl gliding in mid-air, and finally landed in front of Sierra—this made Draco Draco's brow furrowed even tighter.

Saila opened the letter, scanned the brief content on it blankly, and finally fixed her eyes on the signature.

After a while, she suddenly crumpled the letter in her hand, took a deep breath, and gradually controlled her emotions before leaving the long table.

She quickly retreated to her dormitory, fell headfirst on the bed, and closed her eyes wearily.

There was a sudden burning sensation in the pocket, and Saila quickly turned over, and took out the hot gold gallon from it.This surprised Sierra - this was the first time it reacted.

[Written with a magic wand. 】

The commanding attitude made Sierra curl her lips, pull out her wand, and carefully write on the Gold Gallon with the posture of holding the pen. The tip scratched across the golden surface, and an orange-red mark immediately appeared.

His handwriting is not extravagant, but it looks exquisite and gorgeous. In comparison, Sera himself is like a dog chewing on the ground.

【what? 】 Saila decided to use this to express her dissatisfaction with him.

After a while, just when Saila thought that the other party would not answer, words emerged on it.

[Where is your home, your own home. 】

Saila froze suddenly, she took a deep breath, and tried her best not to show signs of trembling in her handwriting, [reason. 】

This time the other party answered very quickly, [mission. 】

【What does he want you to do there? ] Sara wrote quickly.

【Looking for something. ] After a while, another line of characters appeared, 【Don't waste my time anymore. 】

Reluctantly, Sara scribbled down the address quickly, hesitated, then added, [You can't find anything, it's burned down there.The police have already dealt with the scene. 】

【You did it? 】

Saila gritted her teeth and decided to avoid answering, 【What are you looking for?Maybe I know. 】

[Wand. 】

Sera was stunned, as if thinking of something, before saying after a while, 【I can tell you, but after the matter is over, you must tell me what that person wants the wand for. 】

【Say. 】

[Garden, the second tree on the right side of the door, three steps to the south, father's is inside, and two steps to the east, it is mother's.These are things Wormtail doesn't know, you remember to cover up. 】

Not long after Saila finished writing this paragraph, the other party replied, 【Don't take the initiative to contact me. 】

Then Jin Gallon cooled down quickly, and the original orange-red traces disappeared immediately.

Saila didn't get angry because of his arrogant attitude, she carefully put the Gallon in her pocket, like treating a priceless treasure, or... a potion that can cure terminal illness.

She was lying on the bed, thinking over and over again what people could use the wand to do, but to no avail. More and more guesses seemed extremely absurd, so she could only close her eyes unwillingly, and spent a lot of effort to clear distracting thoughts Then, go to sleep.