[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Igil felt Draco suddenly pay less attention to Harry Potter.On his way back from the library that day he had seen Potter and the red-haired boy through the window as they left the castle and walked across the fields until they ran into a cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Igil told Draco about it, and the boy with platinum hair just ate his fruit pudding and said "Oh, yeah." It was like talking about the weather.

Igil, who heard his answer, almost choked to death on a mouthful of milk.He thought Draco would be gnashing his teeth and cursing the Weasleys for trying to spoil Potter, or babbling on about the dangers of the Forbidden Forest and the vulgarity of the keeper.

The kid was growing really fast, but that was fine, he didn't want to be in the Slytherin dormitory hearing all kinds of gossip about the Savior of Gryffindor all day long.It’s good to know about the cubs, they don’t deserve too much attention, they don’t need to be too serious about being a group that can’t be Slytherin’s opponents...

One afternoon, Igil saw the Slytherin freshmen discussing Quidditch enthusiastically in the common room, and he saw a notice posted on the bulletin board that flying lessons would start on Thursday, Tongge ryffindor together...

From the beginning of the day Draco talked about flying, complaining loudly at meals in front of Gryffindors that first-years were not eligible for the house Quidditch team, and telling long, boastful stories , always ends with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter.Pausing only slightly when eating his favorite fruit pudding.Igil therefore contributed his share of fruit pudding, which moved Draco greatly.

Everyone from the wizarding family talked about Quidditch with gusto.The Weasley kid also had a big fight with the Mudblood next to him over a football game. He didn't understand that there was only one ball in the field and no one was allowed to fly. What's so exciting about this kind of game.

Whenever anyone was listening, he bragged about the time he almost ran into a hang glider while riding his brother Charlie's battered broom.

Draco snorted at this: "Weasley's kid is only fit to ride a broken broom, and he even has second-hand books."

On Thursday morning, Draco's horned owl brought home packets of sweets and cakes, and he noticed that Potter hadn't received anything, and triumphantly unpacked them at the Slytherin table.

How many days have you saved?Igil thought helplessly, but the fruit cake made by Draco's mother was really delicious, and he was bought by the rich creamy taste.

Longbottom's owl sent a memory ball, filled with white smoke, just squeeze it tightly, and if it turns red, it means you forgot something.

As soon as Longbottom picked it up, the remembrall turned red, and as he was desperately trying to remember what he had forgotten, Draco passed the Gryffindor house dining table and snatched the remembrale out of his hand.

Potter and Weasley jumped to their feet, but Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of trouble than anyone else.

"What's going on?" She appeared in the blink of an eye.

"Malfoy stole my Remembrall, Professor," said the round-faced Longbottom timidly.

With a gloomy face, Draco quickly threw the memory ball back on the table, and Igil rushed back from the front and pulled his robe, motioning him to leave quickly.

"Wait and see." Draco hurriedly followed Igil after he finished speaking, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

"What are you doing." Igil complained softly as he dragged Draco along, "There's not much time left."

"That idiot kid from the Longbottoms will be late if you think about it." Draco said aggrievedly, "He can't remember where the classroom is."

"I don't think the savior will abandon his friends, especially after today's incident, he always sympathizes with the weak." Although he looks very weak.Igil had some headaches because his roommate paid too much attention to the students from other houses. "If I remember correctly, Gryffindor is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class this morning, so he won't be late, Draco."

"…" Draco remained silent.

At 03:30 this afternoon, when the lion cubs hurried down the steps and came to the field in front of the door, preparing for their first flying lesson, the Slytherins had already been waiting for a long time under the leadership of Draco .

"Even if you look forward to it, you will still be late when the time comes. This is the enthusiasm of Gryffindor, and it comes and goes quickly." Igil heard Draco's soft sarcasm next to him.

Their flying teacher, Mrs. Hooch, with short gray hair and yellow eyes, snapped at the lion cubs, "Okay, what are you all waiting for, stand next to a broomstick. Come on!" , Hurry up, hurry up."

It can be seen that the teacher is still very annoyed by the students who are late.Especially the little lions are still giggling unconsciously.

"Put your right hand over the broom," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

The brooms of the little snakes came into their hands obediently, even Crabbe and Goyle were no exception.

They have all practiced quietly at home, just to avoid embarrassment at this moment because of the incompetence of the broomstick.

The brooms of the lion cubs are in good condition, and the brooms of the Savior and Ellie immediately jumped into their hands, but there are only a few such obedient brooms.

Igil saw the buck-toothed girl he met in the library, her broom just rolled on the ground, while Longbottom's broom didn't move at all.

Is he really pureblood?can not watch anymore……

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off it.She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.

Draco was criticized by Mrs. Hooch for doing something wrong. He pouted and whispered to Igil that this was the most favorable posture for flying that their Malfoy family had researched.

But he didn't stick to the principle, and quickly corrected his tactics according to Mrs. Huo Qi's guidance.This is a wise compromise, if not Mrs. Hooch will continue to criticize...

Then something went wrong with Longbottom, who was probably too nervous to be left on the ground.Mrs. Hooch hadn't blown the whistle to tell them to take off when he kicked his legs up.Then it fell from twenty feet with a bang, hitting the ground hard.

Mrs Hooch bent over Longbottom, her face as pale as his.She put her arm around Longbottom and took him to the hospital wing, before threatening them to put the broomsticks back where they belonged and that no one should move or they would be kicked out of Hogwarts.

"Did you see that face, that big fool?" Draco laughed, and the other Slytherins echoed.

What a pity for pure-bloods, no matter how good the melon is planted in Gryffindor, it will grow crooked.Igil didn't smile, but was also angry, he understood Draco's mood.An incompetent inheritor crying in front of so many people is a shame to all pure-blood families.

"Look!" Draco picked up something on the grass, "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Here, Malfoy," Potter whispered.

He looked at Draco, this was the first time he was looking at him so seriously, his emerald green eyes were burning with beautiful flames, shining dazzlingly.

Draco suddenly felt sad...he just wanted to remind Longbottom that something was left behind, but Harry felt like he was going to do something bad.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.Draco gripped the memory ball tightly under the eyes of everyone.Biting his lip stubbornly.

"I'd like to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick up - in a tree - how about that?" he said, with a deadpan face.

"Bring it here!" Potter yelled, but Draco had jumped on his broom and taken off, and he wasn't bragging - he did fly well - he was suspended parallel to the top of an oak tree. Height, shouted: "Come and get it, Potter!"

Igil was startled when he heard the determination in his tone. He grabbed the broom and adjusted to a ready-to-fly posture, but he didn't take off immediately, but only worriedly focused on the two people in the sky.

"Master Blake..." Pansy approached Igil, the golden lace fan was not unfolded, but was closed in his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't mess around." This is the path Draco chose, and he has to face it alone and bear the consequences...

However, he will intervene at critical times.

In the sky, the Savior spun his broom sharply to face Draco in the air, his smooth flight surprised Draco.

"Bring it here. Or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, really?" Draco said, trying to sneer, but the expression on his face was tense.

Potter's broom shot at Draco like a javelin, Draco narrowly dodged it, and Potter spun around to grab the broom firmly.

The lion cubs applauded and cheered, Yigil glanced haughtily, a red light flashed in his eyes.

The few applauding people were frozen by his cold eyes.

Heaven, the chase continues.

"You don't have Crabbe and Goyle here, Malfoy," cried Harry Potter Do you think I need them?Draco said in his mind.

Harry...I've always wanted to call you that. You don't know how hard-blooded children are trained since childhood. You'll never understand that we don't just have noble blood.

Let's stop here, this farce...

"Here, see if you can catch it!" Draco yelled, throwing the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed on the ground.

Goodbye Harry Potter, my attachment to you is like this glass ball, it is better to shatter it now than to give it to someone who doesn't know how to cherish it and throw it on the ground.

Draco landed on the ground, surrounded by a group of little snakes, Crabbe, Goyle, Burst, Zabini, Parkinson, and... Igil.Draco watched each of their faces, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when he got his feet on the ground.

Worrying about him, Draco smiled.

And Igil, who has never seen him with such a cold face, he is angry.

The lion cubs were screaming, and Harry Potter reached out and caught the glass ball a foot above the ground.He straightened the broom handle just in time, and fell gently on the grass.He held the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter! I've been at Hogwarts for so many years—never—how dare you—you'll break your neck—" Professor McGonagall, who heard the news, didn't listen to the cubs' clamor Justified, leading the savior strode towards the castle.

But Draco didn't care anymore, his attention was drawn to his companions.

Harry Potter followed Professor McGonagall mechanically, and when he left, he found Malfoy laughing, his platinum-blond hair was so dazzling in the sun that he felt unreal.

He's laughing at me, I've only been at Hogwarts for less than two weeks and I'm expelled, he can be proud of it.Harry thought sadly.

Ron was right, Slytherin houses are full of evil wizards.

But unfortunately, Malfoy, I won't leave so easily.

Tom says Dumbledore needs me, so I won't go.

Hogwarts is not the only school in the wizarding world. Even if I am expelled and cannot go to another school, Tom will help me.

He touched the lightning-shaped scar on his head, and immediately felt relieved...

Tom lived there, popping into his head after the eclipse six years ago.

Although Tom can't remember anything, I will help him find his memory.He's so learned, he must be a great wizard...