gray eye to gray eye

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Levitation is a basic spell that Draco once taught me, and we used a thick dictionary for practice.

Draco waved his wand absently and sat there, probably thinking about the dance tonight.

I poked Draco's arm.

Draco looked over lazily.

I lifted my chin, motioning Draco to look over to Gryffindor.

Weasley at the other table flailed his long arms like windmills and shouted, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

"You got it wrong," said Hermione Granger, who was in his group, bluntly, "It's Winga-Dimlevi-o-sa, and that 'plus' needs to be long and clear. "

I couldn't help laughing "Chi Chi".

A constipated look appeared on Draco's face.

When Draco taught me to practice the Levitation Curse, his expression and tone were almost exactly the same as Granger's now!

Over there, Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said clearly and accurately: "Wingardim Leviosa!

The feather in front of her and Weasley rose from the table, hovering about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick yelled, pinching his hands, "Look, everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

Draco turned his head to the other side in disgust, and at the same time let the feathers in front of us float high without showing any weakness.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy has also succeeded, everyone!" Professor Flitwick immediately shouted loudly.

Draco had a look of satisfaction on his face.

"It is undeniable that Granger does have the talent to learn spells!" I whispered.

"A Mudblood..." Draco said disdainfully.

I poked his arm hard and stopped him from saying, "That word is too ugly!"

"Aww!" Draco yelped in pain, glanced left and right, but finally didn't continue.

After class, Draco sat still.

All the Slytherins packed their things slowly.

This was a correct decision. The restless Gryffindors swarmed to the classroom doors and corridors, making it difficult for them to move.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her, to be honest, she's like a nightmare!"

Weasley's voice was not lowered in the corridor, even we who had just walked to the door of the classroom heard it!

Draco frowned, and said in disgust, "Things without education, I can't believe there is such a pure-blood family..."

Sure enough, after we turned into the corridor, we saw that Granger was walking not far behind Potter and Weasley. Her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she accelerated her pace and squeezed forward without even bumping into Potter. aware.

I think she may have cried.

"I think she heard you." Potter said a little uneasy.

"So what," said Weasley, "she must have noticed herself, she doesn't have any friends!"

"Then what about you? Apart from being the servant of the 'Savior', how many friends do you have?" Draco said mockingly with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Ron is not my follower, he is my best friend!" Potter retorted loudly.

"Thanks, buddy!" cried Ron. "What's your business? Bloody Slytherin bastard!"

"Hmph, smelly red mole!" Draco deliberately raised his hand and slapped it under his nose, and strode away from Weasley with the Slytherin first year.

"Harry, let me go, I'm going to teach that little bastard a lesson, I know all Slytherins are bad guys..."

Behind him came Weasley's shouts and Potter's low voice of dissuasion.

That Weasley really couldn't figure out the situation, he didn't notice the bad look on the face of the whole Slytherin first year after saying the phrase 'Slytherin bastard'!

Draco paused.

"Oh, Ron, what's wrong with you?" Potter suddenly yelled in panic.

"Ha ha……"

Looking back, I laughed along with us first-year Slytherins.

Weasley's mouth was surrounded by a ring of bright red hair that was as bright as his hair, and every time he wanted to speak, the hair would scramble to reach his mouth.

"Bah bah..." Weasley had to keep spitting out forcefully, his face flushed.

This made us laugh even more.

Even some of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students passing by laughed at Weasley's antics.

The two senior Slytherin seniors passing by, secretly put back their wands quietly, and left quickly with a smile on their lips.

Potter gave us an angry look, and hurriedly dragged Weasley towards the medical wing...

For this, Draco was in a particularly high spirits at lunch, and even ate an extra steak, without complaining that Crabbe and Goyle were eating loudly!

"Oh, Granger didn't go to class for the second period in the morning and the whole afternoon..."

"Yes, when I went to the toilet, I found her hiding there crying sadly, but she didn't listen to my comfort!"

The two Gryffindor girls were talking worriedly when they entered the restaurant.

By this time, we were getting ready for our Halloween feast.

"Draco, what's the matter? Go, I can't wait..." Blaise urged, patting Draco on the back.

Draco only frowned slightly, and walked quickly towards the Slytherin table.

The restaurant is full of colorful Halloween decorations, which is dazzling.

A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and another thousand hovered over the dining table like low black clouds, making the candle flames flicker in the pumpkin belly...

After Weasley was sent to the medical wing by Potter, he hasn't come back yet. I heard that Madam Pomfrey can only find a way to stop the hair around his mouth from growing wildly, and wait for Professor Snape to make a special pot of magic pot when he is free. Only by giving him medicine can he be completely cured!

"I hope the red mole can learn to control its mouth this time!" Draco gloated in the common room when he heard about it.

Now, I'm quite used to Draco's occasional childishness or stupidity...

While we were enjoying a sumptuous and delicious meal, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant with his big scarf on his head and a look of horror on his face.

Everyone stared at him in surprise.

Professor Quirrell went to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned over the table, and gasped, "The troll—in the dungeon—thought you should know."

After he finished speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The dining room was in such a mess that Professor Dumbledore had to make several piercing pyrotechnic explosions from the tip of his wand before everyone fell silent.

I reluctantly put down the half-eaten steak, took out a clean napkin and wrapped two double-layer burgers, and took another glass of orange juice.

"Prefect," said Professor Dumbledore in a low voice at this time, "lead the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

The auditorium is full of noise again!

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The author has something to say: Ron is gone, what will Harry do on Halloween?

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