[HP] The Elegance of the Night

In the afternoon, Professor Sprout taught herbalism. The weather was not very good. Igil passed by the cloud-shrouded yard, and a little wizard held a camera that looked like a Muggle world, and recklessly bumped into him.

"Y-sorry!" the boy, apparently a Gryffindor freshman, stammered when he saw that the man he had bumped into was a Slytherin.

"Be careful next time." Igil chuckled.The boy looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that he was forgiven so easily.

Igil put away his smile, is it necessary to reprimand him a few words is the reaction that a Slytherin should have?

Another stupid lion.

"Good afternoon, Blake." Harry Potter greeted him, "You are in a good mood today. Did you encounter any happy events?"

There was a smile in Igil's eyes, and he wanted to laugh when he thought of what Draco had done, but it was a secret between the two of them and he couldn't tell it.

"Are you friends?" The boy who bumped into him observed the delicate-looking Slytherin curiously, then turned his head and continued to beg to the savior.

"—maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to press it? Then. Can you sign it?"

"Are you sending autographed photos, Potter?" Draco walked over lightly, he just went to the owl shack, for the pile of fruit and honey candies...

"No—" Harry argued hastily, "Colin wanted to take my picture."

"Are you going to take a picture?" Hermione's voice interrupted. She and Ellie were holding Professor Lockhart's complete set of books, and Lockhart on the cover was blinking at them. "Great, I want a photo of the top three in grades to send to my parents. Last time I was in a hurry at the bookstore, they didn't have time to see it clearly."

"Don't be self-righteous, Bucktooth Granger, the top three in your year? Who wants to take this kind of photo." Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione.

"Bucktooth! How can you say that about Hermione, you little white face with a pointed chin, how rare are your photos!" Ellie jumped up.

"You red-haired, squint-eyed girl, your photos are given away to—"

"Don't be like this, weren't we good last semester? Don't forget Karl I." The word from Hermione's mouth was more like a spell, and the atmosphere between them eased again.

"I'd love to have a picture with Black, actually," said Harry.

Igil is a hurdle in his heart, and now he can only approach it, but one day he will cross it.

Surpassing Igil is the goal he has set for himself now.

"Draco, let's go to class." Igil frowned slightly. Their relationship was not good enough to take a group photo. Ever since he knew his life experience, it was difficult for him to treat this savior calmly.

At dinner time, the red-haired boy of the Weasley family had obvious tooth marks on his ears, and soon the little snakes all knew where the Cornish elves were used in Professor Lockhart's cage up.

Ginny finally received the letter from home. An owl too old to fly dropped a very ordinary parchment envelope on her dining table, disappointing many people who wanted to watch the fun.

As night fell, Igil came down from the North Tower with a telescope after completing his astronomical homework three times a week.

In the corridor outside the stone door of the lounge, he met Ginny Weasley. The girl was holding a tattered diary with a black leather cover, with a corner of the envelope sticking out.

She greeted him, and stubbornly opened her eyes wide, with tears still in them.

"Miss Weasley, do you want to go back to the lounge with me?" Igil asked, and the girl shook her head slightly, without speaking.

"Well then, remember to come back before night ban, Miss Weasley. If you don't want to lose points."

"Honor." Igil reported the password to enter the lounge, and the girl's hand gripping the diary tightened.

If it was Gryffindor...

Turning around, tears dripped down the diary along the cheeks, and were quickly absorbed by the black leather cover.

She didn't understand why this happened, when the sorting hat was on her head, she was thinking of Slytherin, so many children in the family, brothers are all in Gryffindor, if she went to Slytherin, mom and dad Will you pay more attention to her?

When she came back to her senses, the Sorting Hat had already sorted her into Slytherin. She just thought about it. Aren't they all Gryffindors?why is this...

She approached the Slytherin table with trepidation, and the little snakes accepted her with applause.

She still remembered Blake's smile at that time, and felt her heart beat a little faster.

It seems that this is not bad.

During dinner, she received a letter from her family, which didn't mention anything about her entering the snake yard, but only recorded some trivial things in life.

Don't care, no one cares about her...

It's like this at home, it's still like this at school...

Just now, her roommate Greengrass threw away all her clothes because they were not aesthetically pleasing, and now she only has her school uniform left to wear.

"Tom, is this Slytherin?" The girl quickly wrote this sentence in the diary with a quill, the ink disappeared, and soon a new line of letters appeared on the paper.

"Yes, this is Slytherin."

The girl's teardrops fell on the diary drop by drop, becoming the nutrient of the diary with the memory of 16 years old.It wasn't enough, the diary greedily absorbed it, creating more negative emotions.

"Why? No one cares about me..."

Silly girl, don't you see that boy cares about you?It's a pity that you can't go back before the night ban.Your mind is out of tune with Slytherin, which is exactly what I need.

I will not tell you the answers you seek, your pain is the source of my strength.There are many things waiting for you to do, my lovely girl...

For the next few days, Harry avoided the freshman named Colin, who kept pestering Harry for his autographed photo.

And the charming Professor Lockhart was consumed with Professor Snape.

Like the answers to exam papers that Professor Lockhart publishes in class, his secret ambition is to get rid of the evil world and promote his full line of hair products.Professor Lockhart enthusiastically sells his shampoo to the Dean of the Snake House.

His efforts to this end are obvious to all.Many people were moved by his persistence in not being afraid of a poisonous tongue, resisting evil pressure, and adhering to ideals.As for the truth of the matter, it is unknown...

Spending a leisurely few days at Hogwarts, Draco's Quidditch player application was approved, and he wrote home to complain that the school's broomsticks were too worn out, and Mr. Malfoy generously sent him the next day. Give the Slytherin Quidditch team seven "Nimbus 2001"

Early on Saturday morning, Igil was dragged out of bed by Draco, he pulled the quilt vigorously, fell into a drowsiness, and Draco had helped him put on his robe when he woke up.

Outside the window, there was a thin layer of mist in the pink and pale gold sky, and the chirping of birds was very loud.Draco dragged Igil to find Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, and the other six players were present.

"Your father is so generous, Malfoy. Look at this broom—this is the latest model that just came out last month." Captain Flint excitedly stroked the beautiful gold lettering on the handle of the broom, "I believe Beapot's Nimbus The 2000 series is much faster, and as for the old-fashioned sweeper, Gryffindor can use it to sweep the floor."

They giggled and arrived at the training ground with brand new broomsticks.

Igil walked to the lawn aside, and after a while the other three members of the Gryffindor foursome came.

"What a coincidence, Blake." Hermione greeted him,

"I... Blake," Allie Windsor said.

Ron hesitated to speak, and Igil guessed that he probably wanted to ask about Ginny's situation, but since he didn't say it, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell him.

In the training ground, the Gryffindor and Slytherin players faced each other. Igil saw Draco smiling happily, and his eyes became slits. The Gryffindor team didn't speak, and became angry Drum emoji.

"Damn—" The red-haired kid of the Weasley family saw something was wrong, and walked across the lawn, followed by the two Gryffindor girls.

Igil stood still, no matter how you look at it, Slytherin has the upper hand. There are still female players in the Gryffindor team, and Captain Wood is not as burly as Flint.

"Black——" a girl's voice sounded behind him, and Igil turned around to see that it was Ginny Weasley, who was wearing a beautiful new robe, which fit Slytherin's aesthetics very well.

"Good morning, Miss Weasley," said Igil, and Ginny's eyes wandered to Ron Weasley, scared but eager.She came to see her brother.

In the training field, the dispute between the two school teams intensified. Captain Flint rushed in front of Draco, blocking the twin brothers who wanted to rush at him.

The situation was getting worse, and Igil drew out his wand and walked over quickly.At this time, Ron, who was caught among the players, reached out and pulled out his wand from his robe.

"You'll pay for it, Malfoy!" he yelled.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot out of Ron's wand and bounced back.

Ron was hit in the stomach, knocking him staggering and falling to the ground.It was Igil who made the move...

Igil lowered the wand in his hand and walked up to Ron, with anger in his eyes. If he hadn't moved quickly, the green light would have hit Draco.

"Ron Weasley," he warned, "next time, it won't be as simple as rebounding the curse."

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione and Ellie screamed.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He hiccupped, and a few slugs fell from his mouth onto his lap.

The Slytherin team collapsed from laughter, and the Gryffindor team surrounded Ron, who kept spitting out shiny slugs.No one seemed to want to touch him.

"Igil, thanks to you, he actually wanted to use such a vicious spell against me." Draco said with lingering fear.Seeing Ron's miserable appearance, he couldn't help laughing again. "Eat the consequences!"

"Slytherin—" Ron said angrily, spitting out a few slugs.

Ginny rushed over to help him up, but he pushed him out.

"Go away! Stay away from me—" He spat out a few more slugs.Ginny froze, she took a few steps back, turned around and ran away.

"She seems to be crying." Draco looked down at Ron who was sitting on the ground, and the corner of his mouth curled up mockingly: "Slytherin—what's in the back? What are you trying to say? Weasley, open your mouth." Don't forget before that your sister is also a..."

"We'd better take him to Hagrid's, it's the closest," interrupted Harry.He and Hermione tugged at Ron's arm and pulled him up.

Ellie took a lot of courage but didn't dare to approach him.

The Gryffindor kid who liked to take pictures held up his camera with great interest, "Harry, what's the matter? Is he sick? But you can cure him, can't you? Can you hold him still?" , Harry?"

"Go away, Colin!" Harry said angrily, and he and Hermione helped Ron out of the stadium and towards the edge of the forest.Colin followed them and wanted to take pictures, but Ellie snatched the camera away.

"you can not do that--"

"I can, you are violating our portrait rights, what? There is no such thing in the wizarding world? Then you don't want to bring photos to the Muggle world, don't forget me, my surname is Wensha!"

Gryffindor had no Seeker because of Harry's departure, and the captain of the Slytherin team proudly showed his note signed by Professor Snape to allow Slytherin to use the Quidditch pitch for training today.

"Hmph!" The Gryffindor team gave up the field, and the contest ended with Slytherin's victory.

"We're going to be nicer to Ginny Weasley in the future," Draco said. "The better off she is, the happier she'll be in satirizing those red-haired Weasleys in the future." "Their sister left them It’s really a good idea.” The little snakes in Slytherin nodded in agreement, being able to enter Slytherin already shows that Ginny Weasley is different from that pure-blood traitor.

Ginny found that the people around her gradually became friendly to her, and it seemed that the life of Slytherin was not so difficult.

She began to get used to life in Slytherin. Her dormmate Greengrass had a domineering personality. He threw away all her clothes on the first day because she couldn't understand her clothes. But when she returned to the dormitory, there were already many Many new clothes were bought according to the taste of Miss Greengrass.Because I can't stand her slovenliness (Miss Greengrass's words) and teach her how to dress herself.

In fact, Slytherin is just too proud to show his thoughts. Knowing this, it is not difficult to get along with each other.

After the incident at the training ground, Ron was beaten up by his twin brother for hurting their lovely sister by talking mindlessly.

And in Hagrid's cabin, the Gryffindor foursome met Professor Lockhart by chance. After figuring out the cause of the incident, the professor closed Ron's confinement.Because he did things without thinking, trying to hurt his classmates.

Although unsuccessful, he was fined to help the administrator, Mr. Filch, polish the silverware in the prize room - no magic, all by hand...

The little Slytherins couldn't help laughing again when they found out about this.

"Igil, what do you think of Professor Lockhart?" Draco asked lying on the bed at the end of the day's class. "Do you think he is worthy of being godfather?"

"You don't want to help him, do you?" Igil turned over on his bed.

"How is it possible? I won't do things that are not beneficial. I want to tell Professor Snape to be on guard. It's insidious to use the excuse of selling shampoo to approach the godfather."

"Didn't you say that you won't do things that are not beneficial?"

The beautiful young man with platinum hair grabbed a handful of candy and sprinkled it on the bed, and said lazily, "It's not good, I don't know what he will bring next time, the limited edition fruit honey candy can't satisfy me."

"..." Igil slept with his head covered, pretending not to hear him, Draco was too scary, if he had a child in the future, he would never ask him to be his godfather!

Draco was still counting fruit and honey candies on the bed, and it seemed that he would not be able to sleep for a while.

Yijier quickly fell into a dreamland, drowsy, and the dream was also stained with the fragrance of fruit and honey candy in the room...

"Ygil, are you asleep?" Someone pushed back his green curtain and pulled the quilt for him.

"Good night——" Igil...