[HP] Snake

Until we got to Hogsmeade, those Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were still arguing, and even discussing going straight to the "Screaming Shack" to do some research.

A few timid ones walked away after a while of pushing and shoving, but there were actually quite a few people who went directly to the direction of the "Screaming Shed".

As soon as the little lions of Gryffindor arrived, they immediately rushed to where they wanted to go with their friends and companions.

In the end, only the Slytherin snakes were left in place, still pretending to be reserved and proud, walking slowly towards their destination.

Honeydukes really deserves to be the most famous confectionery shop in the British wizarding world. When Draco and I arrived, the shop was already crowded with Hogwarts students inside and outside the shop, each with a look of eager excitement and salivation. It looks like three feet.

"Hmph, as a Malfoy, I will never be like these vulgar civilians, vulgarly fighting for some mediocre snacks here."

Draco raised his chin, contemptuously snorted at the shouting and jostling students.

"Oh, dear Hogwarts students, in order to repay our dear Hogwarts students for their support and love for our Honeydukes, our Honeydukes specially launched a new type of candy today - lemon juice Chocolate filled almond balls. Oh, of course, this new type of candy is on sale in limited quantities. There are only a hundred of them today. Please queue up to buy, and each person is limited to three. I hope you seize the opportunity and pass by, do not miss it!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, a small doll hanging at the door of Honeydukes suddenly grew its mouth sewn with needlework, and yelled in a high-pitched way.

"Oh, lemons, almonds, and chocolates are all my favorites," Pansy exclaimed, then reacted abruptly, unfolded the fan that never left her hand, covered her nose and mouth, and nodded at us reservedly. Nodding his head, he turned to Bryce, "Dear Bryce, you will buy this chocolate candy ball for me, won't you?"

"Oh..." Bryce glanced at the students in Honeydukes who had already started to jostle, and turned back to look at Pansy with some hesitation, the smile on his face was a little stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "When... ...Of course... my dear..."

"very good."

Pansy put away the fan, with a satisfied smile on his face, then held the fan and directed Bryce to walk towards the gate of Honeydukes.

"Pansy, Bryce, Draco and I won't go in,"

I pretended to be terrified, and I glanced at Honeydukes from time to time, making me laugh at Pansy who was driving Bryce to the queue.

"Harry and I just walk around, and you can buy as much candy as you want, or whatever. As for lunch, I think we'll meet up at Noble's over there, where my father once said It appreciates it."

Draco pointed to the conspicuous signboard at the corner of the road, Nobles, which means noble in French, no wonder Lucius, who can be said to be quite picky, would like it.

"Well, my dear Draco and Harry, have a nice morning."

Pansy smiled and nodded, the fan in his hand continued to poke Bryce in front of him.

"Oh! Yes, Draco, Harry, have a good day, I'll go in first."

Bryce waved at us with a bitter face, and then walked into the door following her strength.

"Okay, dear Draco, where should we go next?"

"Dear Harry, I think, you don't mind, go to the stationery store. Before, I wanted to go there to order a new automatic writing quill, which can record relevant text according to voice, which is better than the previous one. The old model has more irrelevant content filtering function, and the durability and automatic ink dipping technology are much improved than the previous one. You know, this is still internal information, and it is impossible for ordinary civilians to develop it less than a week ago. understand these."

Draco raised his eyebrows, a touch of complacency was added to his face, and some pale cheeks also turned pink.

Just as every nobleman is proud of his own family, Draco is truly proud of Malfoy, of being born above ordinary people.

"Of course, my dear Draco, I am also very interested in this quill."

Oh, and for History of Magic, having a quill is so handy, isn't it?

Just stepped into the stationery store, the rather ordinary-looking boss who was explaining the difference between a roll of parchment and others to the few Ravenclaw students in the store came over without saying a word.

"Oh, Master Malfoy, it is really an honor for Creek that you are here today."

On that fairly ordinary face, there was a flattering smile that made people sick to look at, but in his deep blue eyes, there was no flattery at all, it was surprisingly plain.

Brown mid-length hair tied back at the head, somewhat pale lips grinned wide, wearing a half-worn but neat light gray robe, folded hands in front of him looked well-maintained, fair-skinned The details are not at all like the owner of such a simple and very stationery store.

"Of course, it's definitely your honor."

Draco accepted the compliment from the boss named Crick as a matter of course. Seeing this, the Ravenclaw eaglets pushed and shoved out of the store, looking like they were going to the bookstore on the other side. Go, as expected of Ravenclaw.

"I don't know who this is..."

The boss, Creek, gestured to my position and asked.

"Harry Slytherin, my name."

Slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, he said my name in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, Merlin!!! I actually saw you!!! The legendary master of Hogwarts, Mr. Harry Slytherin!!!"

After hearing my words, Crick's expression suddenly became more flattering, and his eyes widened, but I didn't see any surprise and respect in it that matched his tone.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, we are here today to order the latest automatic writing quill."

Draco looked a little impatient, interrupted him directly, and stated our purpose of coming coldly.

"Oh, of course, this quill is arguably the best so far, please come this way."

Creek stopped his somewhat exaggerated performance in embarrassment, half-bowed, and stretched out his hand to lead into the shop.

Following his guidance, we came to a door.

He took a step forward, knocked lightly on the door three times, and then heard a strange male voice say "come in" from inside.

Crick quickly opened the door, led us in, and then walked straight to the desk behind the sofa in the small living room.

He stopped in front of the portrait of the landscape behind the desk and motioned for us to put our palms on it.

He raised his eyebrows, threw a few detection spells up, and then motioned for Draco to stretch out his hands together.

The moment the portrait was just pasted on the palm of my hand, I felt a very strong force coming from my hand, pulling my whole body away.

After finally stabilizing my figure, I felt that Draco beside me tilted towards me, and almost fell on top of me.

"Dear Xiaolong, I think your training is not enough."

Lucius' familiar voice suddenly came from the side, and Draco, who was next to him, froze suddenly, barely standing up straight.

Only then did I have the strength to look in the direction of Lucius.

That man, as always, was a slut, all shiny from head to toe, for fear that people would not know that he was a nobleman.

According to Lucius, this was thought up by one of the previous Patriarchs of the Malfoy family, and it was a way to force people to feel disgusted with the particularly outstanding appearance of their Malfoy family due to the inheritance of elven blood.

Of course, this is quite destructive to the beauty. The head of the family who proposed this idea is very wise, and at the same time, very embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, Father."

Draco bowed his platinum-blond head, apologizing to his father in frustration.

"Dear Lucius, you just ignored my existence." Looking at Lucius pretending to be sad, he waved his hands and cast a few spells, directly isolating this room that is exactly the same as the small reception room in the stationery store Get up, "Okay, okay, don't blame Draco too much, he is only 13 years old."

"Dear Harry, I apologize for my faux pas, of course I'm very happy to see you. But with Draco, you know, these are special times, aren't they?"

Lucius nodded gracefully, holding the overly delicate snake staff in his delicate white hand, with a dignified expression.

"Indeed, you are right."

I nodded, stretched out my hand and directly pulled Draco, who was still looking decadent, to the sofa.

"Draco, you are the only heir of the Malfoy family, and you can be said to be the most important existence of the Malfoy family. Now, I want to ask you for the last time, have you clearly seen your identity and the responsibility of being with it? ?”

Lucius held the snake staff tightly in his hand, his expression was very serious, and his gray-blue eyes looked sharply at Draco beside me.

Draco's gray-blue eyes widened in shock, apparently in disbelief.After a long silence, he settled down.After a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Yes, father."

Draco's expression now is completely different from the haughty and conceited little bastard he was in school. He is strict and self-restraining, elegant and confident, noble and resolute, a real heir to an ancient noble family.

Lucius smiled with satisfaction, motioned for us to sit down, and then leaned back on the sofa with a little slack.

"It seems that you have found out, Harry, because of your actions just now."

Lucius sat up straight again and spoke.

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Some West New Year's greetings ([-])

Moxie: Happy New Year~~~Professor Flitwick~~~

Flitwick: Oh, New Year, so the Chinese New Year mentioned in the book refers to today?

X: Uh, no, it was four days ago, and today is already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Flitwick: The fifth day of the Lunar New Year means...

Moxie: Well, it means the fifth day from New Year's Day.

Flitwick: Oh, well, is this notation used throughout the year?Isn't it troublesome?The last day of the year is the beginning of the year 360 five? ? ?

Moxie: Uh, of course not!The last day of every year is New Year's Eve...

Flitwick: What kind of notation is this? ? ?Why do you want to remember it like this? ? ?

Moxie: Well, it means that we can’t explain it, so how do we know why? !

Flitwick: Are you not Chinese?How do you not know?Oh, don't run away--

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