HP's return to innocence

Most people thought that the Slytherin strike would not last long, especially when Draco Malfoy was called to the headmaster's office.

In the three houses enjoying dinner in the auditorium, the Gryffindors shouted excitedly, "Malfoy should quit school", and then slammed the cups filled with pumpkin juice!The belated Hufflepuffs were still a little ignorant, and three or five of them gathered together and whispered.Ravenclaw is still divided into two factions, one faction maintains a superficial calmness, but the big one lowers his head to think about something from time to time; Hermione purses her lips, expressing to her allies that if Draco is expelled, she will still continue Stick to it!

As for the Slytherins, some of them were worried, some ignored, and some gloated. Of course, that was in their hearts. On the surface, they all looked extremely determined.

When Drake walked into the auditorium, he saw such a wonderful and interesting portrait of all beings.

His appearance also caused a brief commotion. Some people were disappointed, some were happy, some were puzzled, and some were excited.

But Draco just took a quick glance, and immediately sat down on the Slytherin table, next to Blaise Zabini.

"How is it?" As soon as he sat down, Blaise immediately came over. Although he was more mature and stable than his peers, he was still a little impatient and excited when encountering certain "big events".

"I'll give you the memory tonight." Draco said to Blaise, and at the same time nodded slightly to several prefects who looked over.If it was in the past, their return would be just a slight twitch of the chin. Even though Draco was a Malfoy, but at the moment, he is just a 12-year-old Slytherin. As seniors, they have the right to be proud.

But today, they still returned the gift with knowledge, but several prefects put down their tableware at the same time, and their gestures and expressions were polite and humble—the scene in the Potions professor’s office had preliminarily established Draco’s status. What they wanted, even if only partially, and Draco would be King of Slytherins, prefect badge or no.

Guan Guan, who was sitting not far away, clearly saw this scene like everyone else.He curled his lips, a little jealous and unconvinced.In the past, even if he became the president of the student union, he had to greet people with a hypocritical smile every day, because all he got was because he had good popularity among professors (except Dumbledore) and students, and everyone liked him— — This makes the Dark Lord feel a little sick every time he thinks about it.

Otherwise, how could he be the head of the Boys' Union as a half-breed Slytherin boy whose parents had died and who had grown up in an orphanage and had to use the dole to go to school?

Although Draco Malfoy does have "some" ability, but if he doesn't have a good family background, how could he incite the whole academy to act together with him in his poor and white second year?

Back in the dormitory, Draco was holding a black magic book and was about to ask Guan Dian some questions, but found that the pseudo-child had a gloomy face, and even his mouth was slightly pouted.

I really want to look like Scorpius when he lost his temper. Drake reached out without hesitation, pinched his cheek, and pulled it twice - he had never done this to his little scorpion, after all, when he was really facing himself As a son, maintain the dignity of the father.

"Hey!" The really irritated Crown turned his face away, but Draco pinched his own face into a ridiculous look, and even his pronunciation became extremely weird when he spoke, "What are you doing? "(what are you doing)

"It's cute." Draco smiled honestly.

Crown's eyes widened: cute? !he?Dark Lord? !

He was doubting whether Draco's sanity was normal, and he had to say that this expression hit Draco a little bit, after all, he was not a real little scorpion, but a fake kid...

Draco even forgot to ask the question, but sat on a chair beside him and stared at the wall in a daze.Although there was some chaos in the middle, everything is going on the right side, so in the end, he can see his little scorpion again, right?

Guan Guan touched her face, and saw the dazed Draco suddenly laugh, and that smile made Guan Guan realize that, before he knew it, the boy's face didn't seem so...boyish anymore.

His jaw has begun to show a sharp outline, the shape of his eyes has begun to lengthen, and his nose and cheekbones are not just that childish feeling anymore, and because Draco has only simply repaired and released it for two years, now his The hair has grown to the neck.

Because of the angle of the light, Drake and the 22-year-old are already [-]% similar...

A paw suddenly slapped the book on Draco's lap, which obviously startled him: "What?" He looked at the crown suspiciously, under normal circumstances, this guy would not be so close to him , what does he want?

Crown curled his lips. In fact, he wanted to pick up Draco's chin just now, but he felt something wrong when he stretched out his hand, but he was not reconciled. When would he want someone more? Will he be so timid?But rationality told him that if he wanted to survive, he had to be timid, so he clapped his hands on the book.

"Your memory, I want to see."

Draco nodded, stood up and took out a pensieve, slightly smaller than a standard cauldron, and several potion bottles for memories from the suitcase.

The flocculent memories were extracted and put into the Pensieve, and the crown simply plunged into it to read. He was curious about what Draco had done, and at the same time, he wanted to organize himself from seeing the 22-year-old Malfoy. It gets weird.

After a while, Diadem's head lifted from the Pensieve: "Dumbledore can't possibly agree."

"But it's good for Hogwarts."

"Yes, most people would think so, especially adults..."

Draco originally thought that Slytherin would be alone in this matter for at least one to two months--the Ravenclaw brought by Hermione is almost negligible-but he didn't expect that, but a week later, another group of responders It just appeared and it was unexpected, but what was expected was that these responders were all Gryffindors!

Slytherin skipped class, and the professors punished them by deducting points. Of course, they also imposed closed punishment, but no one would do labor service.What about the professors?Looking for students to "talk"?After the content of the conversation between Drake, Snape and Dumbledore spread, the Slytherins already knew how to deal with this kind of conversation.

The articulate smiles and quarrels with the professors, and the clumsy one just smirks from beginning to end, and the professors are helpless.

As a result, the powerlessness of the Slytherin staff is clearly displayed in front of all students.

Gryffindor, who has the most flexible mind, yearns for freedom the most, loves to have fun, and hates studying the most, naturally, followed suit and went on strike!

However, Gryffindor's strikes are of course different from Slytherin's strikes. First, they are selective strikes - and each person chooses to strike in different subjects; secondly, they are staged strikes - such as Most Gryffindors wouldn't be in class until ten o'clock in the morning; in the end, they would strike out, but they wouldn't be in class themselves - the Quidditch ground, the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the kitchen were the best places to pass the class time place.

"I think we might as well go on strike forever." Leaving the library, Crown saw a group of Gryffindors flying around on broomsticks outside through the corridor window.

"I think it's good too." Draco smiled. Of course he knew what the crown meant, because if this situation continued, when they graduated from Hogwarts, there would be a large part of Gryffindors who, besides riding brooms Besides, he didn't even know how to use the Levitation Charm—this should be considered a surprise.

"Mr. Malfoy, the headmaster is looking for you." As soon as Draco returned to the Slytherin common room, the male prefect of the fifth grade came over, and he secretly added in Draco's ear, "Your father also exist."

Drake's eyes lit up, he didn't even look at the crown, he hung his schoolbag around his neck, turned around and followed the prefect.

Crown's neck hurt a little from the sudden strangulation, but seeing Draco's leaving back, another feeling that was more uncomfortable was in his heart.

Returning to the dormitory, he hurriedly put down the schoolbags of the two of them. Guan Guan went back to the lounge, searched a little, and found the person he was looking for surrounded by a group of fourth-grade girls.

Zabini was talking and laughing happily, when he suddenly felt a hairy feeling behind his back, and those fourth-grade seniors stopped joking, but found their own reasons to leave within 2 minutes.Zabini looked back and saw Tom Gunter with black hair and black eyes.

This is a very strange child - 12-year-old, second-year Blaise Zabini felt qualified to call a first-year child - except for Draco, no matter the older or the same age, Slytherin I don't like being too close to him.

Blaise didn't know why at first, but slowly he felt it, because this boy had the same majesty as their parents, which made people bow their heads unconsciously.

"Can I speak to you, Mr. Zabini?"

"Of course." Although he really wanted to say no, but as Drake's good friend, how could he refuse?