[HP] S·M event book

No.7 Um... a certain boy. (3)

What happened this week was so unbelievably smooth that Sierra almost thought she had Merlin's favor.

Harry borrowed the first grade notes from Miss Granger for her, and said that if she didn't understand anything, she could come to them at any time. Of course, Sierra didn't intend to bother them unless it was absolutely necessary. A group of people was always too busy, and she remembered that Professor Umbridge and Malfoy's gang were looking for some secret organization.

I have to admit that Granger is a smart girl, and Sara even wonders if the Sorting Hat has made a mistake. Granger is definitely more suitable for Ravenclaw.Her notes are detailed and refined, and every piece of information can be analyzed to reveal the essence, which is more than a hundred times stronger than the way of reading books.This saved her a lot of time in theory courses, and this time allowed her to practice the spells and transfiguration spells more fully.This also made her realize for the first time that the love of classmates is actually very important.

And almost at the same time, Zachary appeared by her side more frequently.Especially when she was provoked by the senior Slytherin, he would "coincidentally" pass by, and then make up various reasons to take her away.No one jumped out to stop this process, which made Sierra suspect that Zachary might be a nobleman of great status—after all, there are not many people who can silence those arrogant people.

Over time, fewer people harassed and besieged. Although there were still so many contemptuous and contemptuous gazes, Saila didn't care at all.

It must be emphasized that this was the happiest week for Sara since the beginning of school, and she maintained a happy mood almost every minute and every second.This made her feel extra cute even when she saw those hideous little snakes in class.Sera even thought, what is so scary about these people?They were just little snakes just hatched.

It feels good to have someone backing her up, at least she doesn't have to keep her head down and run around now.

This kind of pleasure that almost made Sierra float into the sky lasted for a week, and it was only a week.

Maybe Zachary had a background, but he didn't openly challenge everyone like a Gryffindor. Maybe he still had scruples, after all, he was facing all the nobles in Slytherin.His help was limited to vague and seemingly coincidental attitudes in front of others, and there were many places that had to be relied on by Syra herself-such as the Slytherin girls' dormitory.

When those people surrounded the door of her room, Sierra was green with regret—she was so carried away that she forgot that she shouldn't have chosen to come out at the wrong time.

The moment the door was opened, the four magic wands were precisely pointed at her head, which was indeed a shocking... a good start.Two of them, Sera knew, were Pansy Parkinson, who was the prefect in fifth grade, and Anne Wilton, who, as far as she knew, was the head of the first-year girls.

"You should feel honored that Senior Malfoy wants to see you." Annie said gloatingly.

Then Sera realized sadly that the busy prefect had thought of her as a vermin.

Those people took her to the Slytherin lounge. Sierra was sandwiched between the four of them like a hot dog, and she tightly hugged the notes in her arms.When passing by some portraits, they tried to persuade them that school violence is not good.

When he saw the platinum young master sitting proudly on the bench and playing wizard chess, Parkinson naturally walked to him and sat down, bowed his head and whispered, and Sara was surprised to find that she was blushing a little before.Crabbe and Goyle, who were opposite them, turned their heads to the side at the same time, seeming to be curious about this lounge.

The appearance of Master Malfoy was like an iron pot, which slammed her into the mouse hole under the turnip pit.It made her suddenly think that apart from Merlin, it seemed that the God of Plague liked her even more.

..................................................................................................................

Not knowing what those two people were talking about, Malfoy didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with her, even giving her a stingy look.Sierra felt that she had been given a suspended death sentence, but it didn't make her feel easy. The time waiting for the verdict was difficult.

Anne next to him seemed very interested in Malfoy, because she kept sneaking glances at him, but when Parkinson looked over, she immediately looked down to study the delicate patterns on the floor.

Saila whispered, "You like him, don't you?" She decided to find something to distract herself.

Annie was startled, and quickly glanced at the two of them. She was relieved when she realized that they didn't seem to have heard, and then reprimanded in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

This time it was Saila's turn to be surprised, "You seem to like him."

"No...this is the first time I've seen him so close." Annie said hastily. "He is far away when he usually eats in the auditorium. So he is a little curious."

Not Sierra, of course, the 11-year-old girl who had clearly been poked in her heart and tried to cover it up, because Annie didn't even notice that she was talking to a disgusting bitch.

"That means you usually pay attention to him." Saila said.

Annie blushed suddenly, "No...no...I mean...the Malfoy family is very noticeable, they are not ordinary nobles...yes, that's it."

Sera was sure that Anne had a wrong mind, but she had a high wall called Pansy Parkinson in front of her, so she could only hope for plums to quench her thirst.

Just when she was about to say something, Annie suddenly broke the news, "The Bryan family is also very eye-catching."

Sierra didn't react for a moment, and then murmured belatedly: "Zachary?"

Annie glanced at her hesitantly, she didn't expect a Mudblood and Master Brain to be so good that he could be called that, "Brian is one of the few nobles who can stand side by side with Malfoy...very few."

Sierra was shocked, she opened her mouth wide and didn't know what to say—is that gentle and low-key Zachary so well-known?

What a silly look.Annie curled her lips in thought.I don't know how this guy climbed such a big tree.

"I'm surprised why you're still wearing Slytherin house clothes, Mudblood."

Malfoy's cold, contemptuous voice made Sira look up suddenly, looking back at him tremblingly.

"Two months..." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and looked at Sierra, "There is no injury, are they too kind, or are you smarter than I thought?"

Parkinson sneered in cooperation.

Anne hesitated for a moment and said, "She's good at running away, and...Mr. Blaine has been helping recently."

Malfoy frowned, "Brian, Hufflepuff?"

"Yes."

Malfoy's face darkened, and he remained silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"So what if it's from the Bryan family?" Parkinson sneered, "He's just a Hufflepuff." As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the trembling and silent guy looked at her suddenly.

Instantly creepy!

Parkinson couldn't believe it, but soon the guy lowered his head so that she couldn't catch more things.Parkinson suddenly felt furious, and roared sharply, "Lift your head up! Mudblood!"

Such behavior made Malfoy frown and glance at her with some dissatisfaction, but she didn't notice.

Saila raised her head anxiously, and found that the anger in Parkinson's eyes was almost burning her, so she couldn't help shivering.Seeing that she didn't intend to speak, she had to say cautiously: "...I'm not a Mudblood."

Parkinson observed carefully, and then resumed his previous contemptuous look, "Is Brian a pedophile? He's actually a mudblood." She leaned her whole body on Malfoy's left shoulder and said with a smile: "Do you think this guy has the charm to turn Brian into a traitor?"

Malfoy didn't speak, but Goyle and Crabbe laughed exaggeratedly.

"You can't be serious, are you? This guy? A dry flat monkey."

"Everyone knows Brian only likes mature hot girls."

"And this guy is flat from front to back, lol!"

Sarcasm laughed one after another.

Just when Sara was in extreme embarrassment, Malfoy said, "Shut up."

With one command, all the noise disappeared.Saila couldn't help but be dumbfounded to herself—look, how imposing she is!

"You all get out," Malfoy said.He stared at Saila, which made her understand that she must not be among the people who went out.

Parkinson was stunned, a little unable to believe his ears.

Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a look, and then they left with Annie.

"Do you need me to take you?" Malfoy said to Parkinson with a half-smile.

Her face changed for a moment, and she walked towards the door in silence, and gave Sara a contemptuous look when she passed by.

After the door slammed, there were only Sierra and Malfoy in the lounge.

Sierra clutched the notes in her arms nervously, hoping to block a spell from Malfoy flying over.

Malfoy suddenly leaned on the table, stepped on the stool with one leg, and slumped his right hand casually on the table. The whole person became lazy and casual, and the aristocratic aura of sitting upright before disappeared without a trace. Such a change made him Sierra was dumbfounded.

"Come here." He tilted his head and hooked his fingers towards Sara.

Sierra hesitated, then moved forward a few steps.

Obviously this did not satisfy the young master. "Are you short-legged?"

So Serah gritted her teeth and strode forward.

But the young master was not satisfied again. "It's too close, stay away from me."

Serra thought angrily, this guy is hard to serve.Then he backed up little by little, and didn't stop until the young master raised his chin as a signal.

"Looks like I underestimated you, Miss Morris," Malfoy said sarcastically, tapping his left hand on his thigh erratically. "Bryan... Huh, you actually have the means to curry favor with him. It seems that the Sorting Hat is not completely confused, but you have a bit of Slytherin potential."

Sera felt aggrieved. It could be said that Malfoy had caused her to get acquainted with Bryan, and it was not at all what the young master had guessed. So it is not good to have complicated thoughts, and it is easy to get involved.

"It's not like that...it's just a coincidence," she said softly.

Malfoy sneered, denying her answer without hesitation.

In his eyes, this bastard who is so stupid that he can choke to death by drinking water is not that simple anymore.He had to admit that he really underestimated her.

The author has something to say: