[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The Slytherin freshmen who finished breakfast followed their chief, Master Malfoy, out of the dining room. Although everyone had a map in their hands, there were a total of 140 stairs in Hogwarts.

They're always moving, and some go up halfway, and the steps disappear suddenly, and you have to remember where to jump.

There are also many doors, some of which are false, and some of which you have to poke in the right place or politely ask them to open.Everything is constantly moving, and the people on the portraits are constantly visiting each other. If you don't follow Master Malfoy, the familiar first-year chief, you will be laughed at if you get lost while holding a map.

It would be great to have Head Slytherin as godfather, and the leader, Master Malfoy, was secretly pleased.

This kid from the Black family has been hesitant to speak since seeing him eating fruit pudding just now. Could it be that he is remembering what happened yesterday?

A certain man with gorgeous platinum blonde hair felt guilty.

He recalled the photos he took last night, and sent the letter and the camera directly to Malfoy Manor because there was no visible potion to wash it off.

He didn't know the effect of the photos he took. He didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, but thinking about it now, it always seemed a little...indecent.

Led by Malfoy, Slytherin's freshman group went up to the third floor, where they met Potter and the youngest son of the Weasley family.

They were arguing with Mr. Filch, the superintendent, because Filch had discovered that they were trying to break through a door that happened to be the entrance to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Filch thought they did it on purpose, and threatened to lock them into the cellar, but fortunately, Professor Quirrell just passed by here to help them out.

When did Potter get so close to this pure-blooded scum?Weasley's brats are so nasty!Master Malfoy thought unhappily.Potter, why can't you accept my offer?

Holding the map tightly, Malfoy gave them a mocking look, and led the Slytherins up another staircase to the fourth floor.

"Why can they go up, it's not fair!" the Weasley kid yelled.

"They are...going to the fourth floor...the classroom for teaching the Charms class." Quirrell reminded him kindly.

"If you have this time to waste, why don't you go and find Potter, the saint of the classroom. The great savior doesn't want to be late on the first day of school." Malfoy's sarcasm floated down the stairs, leading to a series of sneers...

Igil didn't follow along with the smile. Walking beside Malfoy, he naturally noticed the wrinkled map and the whitened fingers from too much force.

Poor Malfoy...how could a Gryffindor understand Slytherin's kindness?

Looking over Malfoy, his eyes met Harry Potter's.

The latter's big green eyes timidly avoided his direct gaze.Yigil discovered that the savior had big, beautiful eyes. In fact, upon careful observation, the facial features hidden under the old glasses were also extremely delicate.

Sure enough, good bloodlines cannot produce inferior products. The Potter family was also a well-known family in the magic world 11 years ago.

But it's a pity that under the protection of Dumbledore, this child didn't enjoy the treatment commensurate with his status, and his understanding of the magic world was not much better than those mudbloods.

Igil sneered in his heart, still with a faint smile on his face, noble but friendly.

They were born noble, so this is a pity for all beings who are used to looking up at their feet...

But that Potter seemed to have misunderstood him, and smiled gratefully.

What are you grateful for?Did he think a Black was sincere and kind to everyone?

Gryffindor naivety...

But if this Potter was as sensible as his ancestors, he didn't mind having a companion of good blood.

Although Dumbledore has been emphasizing the mixed-blood savior to arouse the favor of the world, the definition of blood in the magic world has long been less clear.As long as the parents are wizards, they are considered pure blood.

Of course, the gold content of these pure-blood families is much stronger...

When they arrived at the Charms classroom, the students of Ravenclaw were already sitting neatly in their seats waiting for the class to start. Although the students of this academy were not usually visible, they were amazingly united.

It is said that they hold secrets that other colleges do not have, and an astonishing collection of books that the school library does not have.

Malfoy went directly to the seat in the first row of the classroom and sat down. Igil sat next to him in the seat next to him. He felt that he should convey his kindness to this Malfoy earlier, procrastination is not in line with the aristocratic style.

"Hi, you can call me Igil. I know it's a misunderstanding about what happened in the morning." Igil's voice, which hadn't yet reached the stage of changing his voice, was soft and sticky, and his sincere tone could confuse anyone.

Malfoy maintained the usual reservedness of a nobleman, but Igil could feel that he was happy.

"You can call me Draco, Igil..." That was the aristocratic accent from a boy with platinum hair.

The two looked at each other and smiled to wipe away their grievances.

"I feel that the magnetic field around the two people in front seems to have changed." Pansy, who was sitting in the back row of them, covered his mouth with a small lace fan beside the gold thread groove and whispered to Blaise.

"I didn't expect them to go through the running-in period so soon." It seems that they are still very harmonious. They really deserve to be born in a big family, Blaise sighed.

"Can you understand what they're saying?" Goyle asked Crabbe next to him.

"……"Can't understand.

The little Professor Flitwick stepped into the classroom right on time when it was time for class. He could only reach the desk by standing on top of a stack of books.

In fact, not only is he surprisingly small, but his wand is also surprisingly short. Some wizards once said that the length of the wand means the level of their own magic.

Of course, this cannot be said in front of Professor Flitwick, especially when you are in class with Ravenclaw.He, Felice Flitwick, is the head of Ravenclaw College, no matter how good-tempered he is, he still has to take into account the face of the other college's students.

Ravenclaws are no ordinary unity...

Contrary to Professor Flitwick's Charms class, in Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Master Malfoy went straight to the last seat as soon as he entered the classroom.

That would break Professor Quirrell's heart, Igil thought, looking at the empty seats in the first few rows.

But he also hurriedly sat in the last row, and the lovely Draco reserved a seat next to him for him.

I'd rather Professor Quirrell die of grief than treat myself badly, vomit... this hateful smell of garlic...