gray eye to gray eye

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As if he had just woken up from a dream, Draco rushed over and knocked Ron Weasley over with an uppercut.

Oh man, are you helping or taking the opportunity to vent!

"Get out, gentlemen, get out—" a loud voice rang out overhead.

The huge Hogwarts gamekeeper pulled Draco and Ron Weasley away first, pulled them aside, and separated Weasley from Lucius in the blink of an eye.

Draco still wanted to rush over.

This is obviously an unwise behavior, after the opponent came to a strong support!

I grabbed Draco's arm hard.

Lucius held a worn Transfiguration textbook in his hand, "Here, little girl—take your book—it's the best thing your father can give you!"

After that, he broke free from Hagrid's hand, waved to us, and walked out of the shop quickly!

Draco gave Potter and the others a hard look, and pulled me after them...

As soon as we got out of the shop, Lucius hurriedly grabbed Draco and me and apparated directly to Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa, who was sitting in the living room on the first floor reading a book, raised her eyebrows, "Lucius?"

"Honey, ask later!"

Lucius called the house-elf to take Draco and me down to freshen up and prepare for afternoon tea.

"Boom!"

"Come in, the door is unlocked!"

When I knocked on the door and walked in, Draco was arranging his tie in front of a large full-length mirror spitting out strings of compliments.

"Draco..." I hesitated and called the doctor.

"Ok?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about, well, it's best not to tell anyone but the two of us!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, grabbed a cloak and put it on the full-length mirror...

There must be more than one security measure in this bedroom, and while those magic circles or magic supplies protect this room, they more or less have some surveillance functions.

"After school starts, you, uh, we may need to pay attention to that little girl from the Weasley family..." I leaned closer to Draco's ear and said in a low voice.

"Why?" Draco asked lazily.

"In the bookstore...Uncle Lucius...something black stuffed into her cauldron..."

Hiding on the sidelines and keeping an eye on the "battlefield" all the time, I can clearly see Lucius' little moves.

"Maybe, I can just ask Dad..." Draco said, frowning.

"Oh, no, Uncle Lucius obviously doesn't want others to know, think about the scuffle just now!" I said helplessly.

This kid is sometimes very shrewd, and sometimes he can't see through even the smallest things!

Draco paused, "Afternoon tea should be ready!"

Oh, this brat must have done it on purpose. I was in a state of turmoil in my heart. I knew I wouldn't have said it!

The afternoon tea is prepared with milk tea, served with more than a dozen snacks.

However, each of us will only eat three or four pieces of dim sum, or even less!

What a waste!

……

"goodbye!"

After saying goodbye to Lucius and Narcissa, we boarded the steaming Hogwarts Express.

Draco was still holding a book and slowly turning the pages.

Pansy, Blaise, and Daphne haven't come yet, I fiddled with the notebook Lucius gave me for a while, and fell asleep soon...

"To be honest, my dear, Sharon is the most sleepy girl I've ever seen. Are you sure her magic power is all right?"

Pansy, who had just pushed the door, was signaled by Draco to "shh".

"Several therapists have been invited to check carefully, and the headmaster has also confirmed that it is completely normal not to continue to provide her with potions!" Draco said helplessly.

Pan Xi also found a book in a sleepy mood, flipping through it absent-mindedly...

I woke up from hunger, and after touching my chest for a long time, I managed to grab the small pocket watch.

"It's already 03:30!" Draco said impatiently.

"Oh, oh, it's so late!" I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

After I went to the toilet to wash my face and came back, there were already a few snacks on the small table in the box.

Pansy and Daphne are discussing a new dress style in a mail-order magazine.

Blaise probably accepted another girl's invitation to visit.

"Ah, I'm starving!" I rushed to the small table, stuffed a whole piece of honey cake into my mouth, and swallowed it hastily, but was choked and slapped my chest.

"Oh, God, have you lost your mind!" Draco handed over a glass of water...

Unexpectedly, there were also representatives of the school management at the opening banquet, but there was no Lucius.

"Ginny Weasley!"

The little girl we met in the bookstore wore a robe that was obviously worn out compared to other freshmen, and sat down on the high stool with a face full of panic.

"Gryffindor!"

Several backhaired people at the Gryffindor table cheered enthusiastically

Draco had a "sure" expression on his face.

"Silly baby Potter and the red mole are not here!"

"What?" I looked back and forth at the Gryffindor long table twice, but I didn't look at the two of them.

Granger was looking anxiously towards the door of the hall...

"Perhaps, there is some special treatment for 'Savior'!" Blaise said nonchalantly.

At the start-of-school banquet, the only thing I look forward to most is dinner!

In the common room, after Professor Snape gave a lecture and assigned the senior protection team, on the first day of school, there was only a sweet dream left...

The next day, I went to the Great Hall to have breakfast with Draco who was waiting at the stairs.

This morning, we had a history of magic class. We didn’t expect Lucius’ gift to come in handy so soon. The ghost professor of the history of magic——Professor Spence always didn’t write the last few words completely, and would Leave the classroom at the same time as the bell rings!

The food at Hogwarts is one of my favorite things.

Bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of bread, plates of eggs and bacon, etc. lay on the long tables of the four colleges in the auditorium.

Almost as long as there is food that can be used for breakfast!

Moreover, there are so many people eating and having fun!

Pansy, who was only 12 years old, began to clamor to keep in shape, resolutely refusing to touch certain things that were said to be absolutely impossible for her constitution.

Oh, 12-year-olds seem to be more important than development!

However, to spoil the scenery, the "postmen" will fly in at this time.

When I saw the first owl enter the hall, I hurriedly stuffed the little fried rice left on the plate into my mouth, and took a pudding under my hand to protect it.

There was a commotion overhead, hundreds of owls swarmed in, circled the auditorium, and threw letters and packages into the chatting crowd...

On the second day of school, Narcissa sent Draco a big bag of candies. You know, we each brought a big bag of candy before boarding the train yesterday!

"...I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. Let's see what I do with you. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. ...Your father nearly died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night. We worked so hard to bring you up, but you did something like this, and you and Harry almost died... "

I was startled by the sudden sound that almost knocked all the dust off the ceiling, and coughed as I choked on the pudding.

The plates and spoons on the long table rattled, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium looked over.

Ron Weasley, who received the letter, huddled in his chair, only seeing a flushed forehead.

"...It's so annoying. Your father will be censored in the unit. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately..."

Draco frowned and patted me on the back.

At this time, the roar stopped, and the ringing was still ringing in my ears.

"Ahem, what's that?" I put the remaining half of the pudding back.

"Howler letter." Draco replied in disgust, "Shame!"

The auditorium was silent for a long time before the voices gradually resounded.

Now the whole school knew about Potter and Weasley's "feat" and they caused a buzz just by walking down the hallway.

"What's the 'Saviour' do best, isn't it? Showing off!" Draco purposefully yelled behind Potter and the others.

Gritting his teeth, Ron Weasley pulled out his wand, and was dragged away by Granger and Potter...

After lunch, we took a walk under the shade of the trees by the Black Lake as usual.

Just in time, a very small gray-haired boy was circling Potter holding a Muggle camera.

"Signed photos, you are sending signed photos, Potter." Draco immediately rushed over like a Persian cat that smelled fishy, ​​with a loud and sharp voice echoing.

Draco stood behind Colin, and beside him were Crabbe and Goyle who followed him almost all the time, "Everyone line up! Harry Potter is going to send autographed photos!"

Pansy and the others watched Draco's monkey show with a smile on his face.

"I didn't," Potter exploded in a fit of cooperation, and roared angrily, "Shut up, Malfoy!"

"You're jealous," the skinny first grade screamed.

"Jealous," Draco said softly, "Jealous what? I don't want an ugly scar on my head, thanks. I don't think having your head cut open makes you special. I don't believe it!"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed in unison.

Most of the people around were attracted and looked at them curiously.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy," said Ron Weasley angrily.

Crabbe's face darkened, and he began to rub his knuckles viciously.

"Be careful, Weasley," Draco sneered, "don't get into any more trouble, or your mother will have to come and take you back."

Then imitating the high-pitched voice that bellowed the letter in the morning, "If you don't play by the rules—"

The onlookers all laughed loudly...

"What's going on, what's going on," our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, strode towards them in a turquoise robe. "Who's posting autographed photos?"

Draco chuckled, and swaggered back with Crabbe and Goyle.

There was also the sound of "chacha" taking pictures...

"Clap clap..."

Blaise applauded exaggeratedly, "Our fighter!"

"Giggle!"

Pansy and Daphne laughed at you together.

Draco showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, turned around and strode back to the castle.

Crabbe and Goyle gave us a hasty goodbye and ran after us...

Pansy turned around and hugged me and laughed together.

"Draco and Potter...the nemesis..." I twitched the corners of my mouth, and continued to look far away, so that my eyes could get a full rest.

I don't want to add a pair of thick glasses in this life!

"Go back, class is about to start!" Daphne put on her cloak and walked out of the shade.

Blaise and a few senior Hufflepuff girls not far away gave him a wink before chasing him with a smile on his face.

By the time we got to the classroom, Crabbe and Goyle had already secured our seats at the back of center.

I put my schoolbag on the table next to Draco and made a "boom".

There are seven new books by Lockhart inside. I wonder if Lockhart is giving Dumbledore a kickback. One class actually costs seven books!

When the bell rang for class, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, boasted a bit before announcing a test.

"...I thought we'd do a little quiz today. Don't be afraid—just to see how you read and understand..."

The first question, what is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color The second question, what is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition The third question, what do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement so far... Three whole pages were devoted to such subjects.

I don't know what this kind of thing has to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although Professor Quirrell stuttered a little last semester, he has a lot of theoretical knowledge anyway!

Draco sneered twice, picked up the quill and quickly drew on the paper. After 5 minutes, he pushed the parchment aside, took out another parchment and wrote something on it.

Well, even with such an inconspicuous test, I can't be as cool as Draco, racking my brains to recall the contents of the few books I read as novels...

Gilderoy Lockhart turned over the collected parchment in class, not expressing a few words of emotion, which made several Gryffindor students tremble with laughter.

I suspect he was deliberately delaying time!

In the end, Hermione Granger could even get full marks in this kind of test, no wonder Draco couldn't compare to that little girl.

After Gilderoy Lockhart happily added ten points to Gryffindor, he bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.

"Now—beware! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not Any harm will come. All I ask is that you stay calm!"

An ominous premonition rose in my heart, "Hey, Draco!"

Draco had put away all the things on the table at some point, with a relaxed expression on his face as if he was watching a play.

I quickly put the quills, parchment, etc. on the table back into my schoolbag.

On the podium, Lockhart had lifted the cover of the cage, and inside was a group of Cornish elves.

The elves were livid, about eight inches tall, with small pointy faces and very shrill voices, jumping up and down in their cages, shaking the bars, and making all kinds of weird faces at people nearby... I read in Common Magical Creatures I have seen it in Daquan.

"Well, they're not—they're not very—dangerous, are they?" the Gryffindor student laughed.

"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, wagging his finger at him in exasperation. "They might as well be cunning little saboteurs like the card devils!"

Then, Lockhart opened the cage door!

It's a mess now.The elf flies around like a rocket.Two of them even grabbed the chubby Gryffindor boy - Neville Longbottom - by the ear and lifted him up.A few others rushed out of the window and threw broken glass all over the back row of the classroom.The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, grabbing ink bottles and throwing them at the class, tearing books and papers to shreds, ripping off pictures on the walls, turning waste bins upside down...

Draco put on an "armor protection" and watched the farce with a mocking smile on his face.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves..." cried Lockhart.

Rolling up his sleeves, he waved his wand and bellowed, "Pescipixi Pesternomi!"

"What kind of spell is that?" I used a levitating spell and threw a torn book that was thrown at an elf's head.

"Not at all!" Draco replied with a sneer.

Oh, and Lockhart even had his wand stolen by an elf!

Fortunately, after a while, the get out of class bell rang.

After we rushed to the lecture corridor, Draco gloated and laughed when he heard Lockhart calling for the Potter trio to take care of the aftermath.

"Let's go, I can't believe that Dumbledore would invite such a person as a professor!" Pansy shouted angrily.

"Hi, hi!" Blaise pushed Pansy forward.

After the next class, Porter, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, arrived at the classroom almost 10 minutes late.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class is a very talkative little professor. After listening to Granger's explanation, he let them into the classroom without deducting their points.

For this, Draco lasted a whole night!

"Come on, honey, it's time to start!" Pansy urged, hopping.

It's rare that we don't have class this morning, so I planned to have a good sleep!

However, Draco was going to try out for the Slytherin house team in the morning!

When we arrived, Draco was hovering lightly in the air.

The captain of the Quidditch team, Flitwick, was standing below shouting...

During the selection, there were four people in a group. After releasing the Golden Snitch, the person who caught the Snitch first won. Then, the winners of each group competed again.

Draco rode the newly bought "Nimulator 2001" that Lucius bought for him, while distracting other people's sight with ease, while looking for the trace of the golden snitch...

Draco flew really well, and joined the academy team almost without any suspense.

"Even if there are ten more competitors, I can fly the best!"

"Yes, yes!" Pansy agreed.

"Well, Draco, Potter actually flies well, and the most important thing is that his luck has always been good!" I reminded.

"Hey!" Draco sniffed contemptuously.

I shrugged my shoulders as a kind reminder, and walked quickly towards the castle...

Pansy and Daphne stayed with Draco all the time, and they wouldn't go to the lounge until the whole selection was over.

In fact, except for the content of the class, life at Hogwarts is almost the same as that of an ordinary school, and the only activity is Quidditch.

The days passed at an unhurried pace, and soon it was time for Draco's first Quidditch house practice.

The captain of the Quidditch team, Marcus Flint, even asked Professor Snape to approve the right to use the entire pitch!

Pansy still excitedly grabbed Daphne and me to join us.

"Go, go, Sharon, you're almost a Ravenclaw nerd!" Pansy and Blaise pushed me out of the common room.

"Oh, obviously Draco prefers to read books..." I muttered dissatisfied.

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be abolished, of course I can only find some more books to read!

When we arrived, Draco and the others had just changed into green robes and came out.

It's just that there are already people practicing on the field, and there are a few spectators sitting alone in the stands, and the small Gryffindor freshman is excitedly holding the camera and "clicking" and taking pictures.

The scarlet robes of the Gryffindor house billowed in the air.

Seeing Slytherin's house team enter the arena, the Gryffindors jumped off their brooms one after another.

"Let's go and see!" Pansy said cheerfully.

"Flint!" yelled the Gryffindor captain, Wood, at the Slytherin captain. "It's our training time! We're up early! Get out, please!"

I know that old Gryffindor because Draco mentioned it more than once!

He is already considered a big man among his peers, but Flint is much bigger than him!

"It's a big place, Wood!" Flint said deliberately cunningly.

He obviously had a note specially approved by Professor Snape!

"But I've got the court!" Wood snapped, "I've got it!"

"Oh," said Flint with a wicked smile, "but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape!"

Draco flashed to the front triumphantly, and looked extraordinarily petite against the other six tall Slytherin players!

When we arrived, the Slytherins were showing off their new brooms to Gryffindor.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger also hurried across the lawn.

"What's the matter?" Weasley asked Potter, "why are you not playing ball and what is he doing here?"

He seemed surprised to find Draco in his Slytherin Quidditch uniform.

"I'm the new Seeker for Slytherin, Weasley," Draco said complacently. "Just now everyone was admiring the broom my dad bought for our team."

Then, Draco managed to stun Weasley.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Draco was obviously in a good mood when he saw that, "but maybe the Gryffindor team can get some gold and buy some new brooms. You can sell those sweeping stars for prizes, I think Museums will bid for them!"

Even Pansy giggled.

"Oh, I can't stand it!" I sighed in a low voice.

"At least none of the Gryffindors had to pay to get in," said Hermione tartly. "They got in entirely by merit."

Draco's expression changed immediately.

"What do you know, Granger, when will you come out after tidying your hair!" Pansy stepped forward and sneered back.

"Okay, Draco, don't talk nonsense with them, let them see your skills, and your new broom needs to get used to it!" I pushed Draco to the middle of the field.

Draco's face was still very ugly, and he said viciously: "Smelly little mud..."

"Draco, don't, that's not a gentleman at all, only that word, don't talk about it!" I quickly interrupted Draco, "Facts speak louder than words, my dear!"

Draco took a deep breath, glared at Granger, kicked off the ground, and rushed into the sky...

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