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On the third day of school, Draco, who only had a history of magic class in the morning, had to get up at six o'clock. After fiddling with his platinum-blond hair, he hurried out of the dormitory—it was seven o'clock, and there was not much time left.

Alberta sat by the fireplace, waiting quietly.She was still wearing men's clothing, with an indifferent expression. After seeing Draco coming out, she stood up and walked outside first.

This was the first time Draco joined Alberta's morning exercise, and she postponed it for half an hour in order to treat a certain young master favorably.

Standing by the black lake, Alberta stared at Draco for a few seconds, and finally said, "Run around the castle three times."

Draco: "What!"

Alberta: "Aren't you hard of hearing?"

Draco: "……………… No, I mean, sister Mayne, are you sure you're right?"

Alberta glanced at him: "No, I've reduced my weight. Why don't you hurry up and run? When are you going to dawdle?"

At 08:30, when Draco slumped into the auditorium, he was completely exhausted. If it weren't for the noble dignity supporting him, he would have needed Alberta to drag him along.

Of course, he didn't complete the three laps, and after running one lap, he was completely exhausted, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

On the other hand, someone, after running five laps, made some inexplicable movements, and finally carried Draco to the entrance hall.

"...Draco, are you alright?" Blaise couldn't help asking when he saw Draco who seemed to have lost his life.

Draco rolled his eyes, ignoring him.Although I went back to the dormitory and took a shower, I still felt uncomfortable all over.

Blaise's eyes turned around, and finally put the breakthrough on Alberta: "Senior Mayne, Draco..."

"It's okay, lack of exercise, just exhausted."

………………………………etc!What's the matter?What did you do?

In the morning, Draco and the others had a section on Defense Against the Dark Arts.When they appeared at the door of the classroom with books in hand, they were almost suffocated to death by the smell of garlic coming from inside.

He had thought about telling Blaise what had happened in the morning during this lesson, but Draco had completely dismissed the idea.He felt that staying in such a classroom for a class time was simply torture.

Therefore, when the bell rang, they walked out of the classroom quickly, as if something was chasing them.

Alberta seemed to know something, and had been waiting at the door early.Not only her, but the other protectors were also standing at the door. After seeing the first-year Slytherin come out, they each led their protectors and walked towards the auditorium.

Draco insisted on going back to the cellar and changing clothes before going to the Great Hall for lunch.Alberta couldn't, even if she "cleaned up" Draco several times, Draco still felt that his body was full of garlic smell, so he had to say goodbye to the others and go to the cellar first.

When they came out of the cellar and were about to turn a corner, Alberta pushed Draco behind him, and with a shake of his hand, the wand appeared in her right hand.She warned Draco with a serious expression: "You stay behind me later, don't come out."

A few Slytherins came out from the corner, glanced around, and laughed.

The leader said: "Mr. Malfoy can go first." The Malfoy family is a nobleman in the magic world, and Mr. Big Malfoy holds a position in the Ministry of Magic. With the status of Hogwarts school director, they are Don't dare to mess with Draco.But Alberta was different. Although her father was also a pure-blood nobleman, he married a Muggle wife. This was simply a disgrace to the noble circle.Now that she has become Malfoy's protector, she is bound to have an impact on Malfoy, so they want to beat him up.

Alberta naturally understood what they were thinking. She suddenly smiled brightly, and said, "I don't know what advice the seniors have? Please hurry up, or you won't be able to make it to lunch."

The four people standing in front of her surrounded her in a fan shape, blocking all escape routes.

Alberta's eyes darkened, and she rushed over pre-emptively. Before they could react, she kicked somewhere on the leader's head, and Draco watched closely.Immediately afterwards, with a wave of his right hand, a "front teeth match stick" was thrown over.

There are both fifth graders and third graders in those few people. They have learned a lot of magic spells, and they are not to be outdone.

"Oh, I can't see it, the senior can hang fuchsias upside down." Alberta flashed past easily, waved his wand sideways, and a beam of light hit the other party.The man fell so straight that he even bumped into a suit of armor, making a loud hum.Draco could recognize the spell as "Petrify Everything".

Seeing this, the other two speeded up their movements, and purple and silvery white lights flew towards Alberta.Alberta calmly shook her wand, and the white light from the tip of the wand counteracted their attacks.

Just when the two men were about to cast another spell, Alberta was already close in front of their eyes, and with a kick, one of them squatted down clutching his crotch, and rolled into a pile with their heads.The other person was hit by her left hand, and the armor was completely knocked into the air. The sound of metal impact seemed to indicate that the armor was about to fall apart in a second.

Alberta stopped, glanced at them expressionlessly, then raised the corners of her lips, and said, "I think the seniors should still have the strength to go to the school hospital to find Madam Pomfrey?" Several people nodded vigorously, for fear that they would lose their chance if it was too late.

After they supported each other to leave, Alberta turned around and asked, "You were not accidentally injured, were you?"

Draco shook his head.In fact, the fight just now has been kept within a controllable range, and Alberta has also consciously moved in the opposite direction. There is nothing wrong with Draco's position. Not only that, but it is also the best place to look at the entire audience. .

"In that case, let's go eat."

Draco glanced at the torn sleeve, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Alberta cast a "restore as before", looked at him: "Okay."

Draco: ………………………………………………

When the two of them arrived at the auditorium, Nelkton immediately asked, "I heard that someone troubled you?"

"Oh, a few fifth graders and third graders." Alberta replied without blinking.

"How are you?"

Alberta looked up: "What do you think will happen to me?"

"No, I mean, you didn't do anything to them, did you?" Nick asked seriously.

"Oh, it's nothing, at most it's enough to drink a bottle of potion in the school hospital." Indeed, it's all just physical injuries, not serious.Madam Pomfrey had dealt with too many fights between colleges, so this minor injury was nothing to worry about.

"I don't know who dared to do anything to Alberta?" Pansy cut in and asked.

Alberta never felt that there was anything to say about this. Anyway, since the first grade, this kind of blind provocation has often occurred. Although the proportion of Slytherin is not too large, most of them are Gryffindors, but the Over the years, she already knew how to deal with it.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Pansy glanced at Neil and motioned to tell her later.Pansy, who has faintly become the representative of Slytherin girls, quite has the right to speak among the girls.Although Alberta is very gentleman to girls, she is better to Pan Xi, and it is easier for Pan Xi to get some news from her.The Parkinson family can also be regarded as high-class nobles. Although they are slightly inferior to the Malfoy family, they are also one of the board members of Hogwarts.

Draco, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke at this moment: "Senior Mayne, I... can I learn spells from you?"

Alberta stared at him for several seconds, and finally replied: "... yes."

After lunch, taking Draco to the cellar, the black-haired girl found a sofa closest to the fireplace and sat down.She leaned on the back of the sofa, closed her eyes, bent her right hand, and tapped her index finger rhythmically on the armrest, as if she was thinking about something.

Pansy sat beside her, reading a book.Draco suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Before coming to Hogwarts, Pansy liked to hang around him the most, looking at him with fascinated eyes, but now, she only looked at Alberta with silly eyes.

Oh, that's enough, Draco, you look like you're jealous.Draco mumbled a few words, turned and left.But Blaise leaned forward and seemed to ask a question, but was rejected by Draco with a mocking sneer.

In the afternoon, this matter was known by the male student prefect, Lester Buck, and he punished the four people, but Draco didn't know the content very well, and Alberta simply didn't bother to pay attention to it.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second grade didn't start until after the first grade. Although he already knew what kind of person Quirrell was, when Alberta and Neil entered the classroom, they were still suffocated by the strong smell of garlic.

"Merlin's beard! This is murdering my nose!" Neil covered his nose with a handkerchief, and said sullenly.Several Slytherins around also took out their perfume and sprayed it vigorously into the air.

Alberta was about to say something, but the smell of garlic and various perfumes made her feel dizzy, and the effect was comparable to a biological weapon.She turned her head wearily, and said to Neil, "I leave everything to you, and I'm going to the school hospital." As she spoke, she patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Neil was dumbfounded by her actions, and left the classroom openly, without even saying hello to the professor, just walked out of the classroom in such a blatant manner, it was really courageous.

Alberta naturally didn't go to the school hospital, she went straight back to the cellar, planning to find a good reason so that she could escape Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year.

……………………………………Hmm, is it okay to be allergic to garlic?

On Friday, the first grade finished Potions class, and Draco couldn't wait to share the performance of Saint Potter with everyone, and asked Blaise to add something from time to time.

Alberta sat on the sofa, half-closed her eyes, and listened lazily.After a while, she asked, "Draco, are you jealous of Potter, or do you like him?" On Wednesday, the two had already started calling each other by their first names.

Draco was so angry that a blush appeared on his pale face, and he said, "Stop joking! How, how could I treat that scar..."

"Then why are you paying so much attention to him?" Alberta was really depressed, what is the difference between Draco's actions and cannon fodder standing in front of the protagonist?Under normal circumstances, such cannon fodder cannot escape the fate of tragedy.After getting along these few days, she understood that the platinum boy in front of her was simply a spoiled child, relying on her parents' prestige to do her best.But after she beat it, she got better and restrained a little.But still from time to time for the blood of Harry Potter.

While filing his nails with a file, Pan Xi said nonchalantly, "This is probably the so-called falling in love and killing each other?"

Greenglass, who was sitting on the side, also intervened and asked, "Is that the book you lent me, Pansy?"

Blaise put his hand on his forehead, he really didn't want to say that he knew what they were talking about.He just accidentally saw the name of the book that Pansy gave Daphne!

The corner of Neil’s mouth twitched even more. He knew better. For example, the book that Pansy gave to Daphne should have belonged to Alberta. Queen Lin's mother.

Alberta took the milk on the coffee table, took a sip, and said, "Ah, if you like it, I'll ask my mom to send some over next time."

"It's great!" Pansy and Daphne smiled at each other.There are not many entertainments in the wizarding world, and it is really a good thing to have novels to read, even though the novels are written by Muggles.But the writing is not bad, it seems that Muggles also have their merits.

Draco twitched his lips, not knowing what to say.Is he adapting slowly or the world is changing too fast?How could he not understand the world in just a few days?

The author has something to say: No manuscript saved!And I went home today... So, it's probably time to start updating every other day...

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