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There were huge cheers from the Gryffindor stands, but they soon discovered something was wrong—Gryffindor captain Oliver.Wood knelt down on the ground covering his face with his hands, and the expressions on the faces of the other Gryffindor players were obviously not excited after winning the game...

The Gryffindors, who have never been very good at thinking about complex issues, were stunned, and the Slytherins had already left the stands in an orderly manner.

He rushed all the way down from the grandstand stairs, and threw himself in front of Draco, who was carrying the broom.

"Nice job, Draco!" He swallowed, trying to make his sore throat feel better.

"Of course, we won the Quidditch Cup, didn't we!" Draco said slowly.

He glanced suspiciously at Draco.

"Then, thank you!"

"But it doesn't help anything." He said hesitantly.

"Oh, my God, why would you expect a sleeping brain to figure it out!"

Well, I knew that the child was still unhappy because of losing to the Firebolt, so I decided not to argue with him.

"What kind of look is that!" Draco tugged at his hair.

"Oh, let go!" cried out in pain.

"No matter how good the plan is, do you expect it to take effect forever, so—"

"Only use it once at the most critical moment to achieve the best effect!" said while clutching her hair.

Draco nodded in satisfaction, let go of a lock of blond hair in his hand, and raised his pointed chin and said, "Look, Potter completely forgot that they had planned a strategy in advance because of the speed of the Firebolt!"

"However, Harry Potter caught the Snitch, and Gryffindor won the match!" Rubbing his scalp, he gritted his teeth.

", This—" Draco's fair face flushed slightly.

Hmph, I dare to pull my wife's hair. In the past, my wife just didn't want to care about it...

After the Quidditch match, for more than a week, the castle was still full of discussions about this voice.

The last time I poked Draco's wound, the consequences were serious!

He spared no effort to use everything to attack him—including the fact that he still hasn't figured out about Pan Xi—for this, he can only express his helplessness!

This weekend, the weather is very good, the sun is shining brightly, and the Whomping Willow by the Forbidden Forest is gently swaying its branches in the breeze.

During breakfast, we scooped up a lot of food on the long table, planning to go to the Black Lake to breathe the fresh air.

"Honey, let's go! Have fun!" Pan Xi wore exquisite makeup and a long dress with an exquisite court-style neckline, but she rejected their invitation.

Blinking, this is indeed very wrong!

They chose a piece of flat grass on the shore of the Black Lake near the Forbidden Forest and laid a carpet on it, then sat down on the ground.

Xiao Hei got out from nowhere, shook the grass leaves on his body, and lay down beside him.

Draco moved to the side in disgust, "You can't be clean for a day!"

Xiao Hei yelled angrily.

"Don't be like this, you two!" He said with his arms around Xiao Hei's head.

"Don't tell me you're going to scoop up the food with the hand that touched that dirty dog!" Draco reminded, scratching his elbow and frowning.

"Oh, oh, Draco, this is an opportunity to feed my dear little princess Sharon!" Blaise laughed with a spoon in his mouth.

Xiao Hei raised his head and bared his teeth at Blaise.

An An touched Xiao Hei's chin, rolled his eyes at Blaise, and used "clean up" to his hand.

Only then did Xiao Hei put his head on his front paws, and whimpered comfortably.

Seeing this, Draco sneered again, but he finally didn't say anything.

I still don't understand why Xiaohei lived in Draco's dormitory every night this semester, why their relationship hasn't improved...

Most of the time, we get together to exchange information and discuss things for a while, and the rest of the time is just doing our own things quietly...

Because the exam week is approaching, everywhere in Hogwarts you can see figures hurrying through the corridors holding a pile of books.

Crabbe and Goyle held Draco's notes and tried hard to stuff them into their minds. They probably had no problem with their spells. The most serious form was probably the Potions class. Blaise or Draco would usually be with them. To be a partner... However, although Professor Snape has always been known for his inhumanity, he probably wouldn't let his college students fail the grades - it's only possible!

"letter!"

In the evening, after checking the mousetrap in the corner of the castle with Xiao Hei as usual, Draco stopped him in the corridor.

He stood with his arms folded in the shadow of his armor, and if he hadn't been born, it would be difficult for anyone passing by the corridor to notice.

"Oh, thank you!" Thank you very naturally, without thinking about why the letter appeared in Draco's hands.

Draco didn't hand over the letter, and motioned to go with him, "Xiao Hei, you can go back by yourself!"

The big black dog barked and rubbed back and forth on his legs.

"Draco, let Xiao Hei go together, we can go back to the lounge earlier!" He patted Xiao Hei's head to persuade him.

Draco glanced at Xiao Hei mockingly, "Go back!"

Xiao Hei barked angrily at Draco, and ran out of the castle with his tail flicking.

"Hey, Xiao Hei, remember to come back before the curfew!" I only had time to say something.

"Well, it's not the first day at Hogwarts!" Draco walked towards the eighth floor...

In the Room of Requirement, carefully tore open the envelope—Emma picked out two small farms that were on the verge of bankruptcy, and the task was to manage them well.

"Oh, my God, we have an exam in less than a week!" He yelled on the soft carpet.

"Really! If it's not so leisurely!" Draco gloated.

Yes, out of a long-standing habit, I started to get nervous a month before the exam, and reviewed it step by step with my notebook several times, but felt a little idle a few days before the exam...

"No, I think it is necessary to read the potion notes again, maybe there are still a few formulas that I am not familiar with!"

Throwing the letter aside, he mumbled in the blanket and said.

"Don't be stupid, if you don't want to think about how to ask Aunt Emma for money to buy a dress after the age of 14, you'd better cheer up, knowing that you're just too lazy to bother!" Draco kicked his calf warned.

Holding a small round cushion scattered on the carpet, he pouted.

Draco scooped out a large thick book, and while looking it up, he quickly copied on a piece of parchment. It was Lucius who assigned him homework...

Exam week is fast approaching as we wrestle with two dilapidated farms that seem to have been left untouched for a long time.

There was an unusual silence in the castle.

The first exam of our third grade, transformation course - turning a teapot into a turtle. During lunch, you can hear the students' discussions and the test situation everywhere - "The tail of the turtle is still the mouth of the teapot, which is terrible...", "Do people think that tortoises breathe water vapor", "Turtles still have hard shells with willow-leaf patterns, will they deduct points for this?"...

Noticing that Gryffindor Hermione Granger had been blathering about how imperfect his turtle had become, Draco frowned in disgust, quickly cleared the food on his plate, and left the Great Hall.

They shrugged at Brace, scooped up a few puddings and chased after them...

Draco sat in the deserted common room, turning an exquisite goblet into a turtle and back again.

"It's great, Draco! You know, during the exam, the tortoise's limbs can't move at all!" Scooped out the pudding, put it on the small round table, and winked at Draco.

"Don't say such nonsense, and I believe that those turtles that are still steaming will attract the attention of the professors!" Draco said slowly.

Look, I'm still pretending!

Next, before the common room gradually filled with people, Draco maintained a deliberately drawn tone and laughed at what he heard in the auditorium...

Then, we finally don't have to look at the face of "Prince Slytherin"!

On Thursday morning, the Malfoy Manor eagle flew in with a large flock of owls.

The vigorous white eagle threw a thick letter and a large package in front of Draco, and then stood proudly on the dining table.

Pushed a small dish of sliced ​​ham over.

The big eagle made a soft "cheep" sound, lowered its head and pecked it up, then drank a few sips of pumpkin juice from Draco's cup and left the auditorium flapping its wings that were more than half a meter long.

Draco had long since given up on the recklessness of opening packages or envelopes at the long table to show off.

In the short time before the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, we opened the letter in the corner of the common room and read it in its entirety.

"Look, Dad and the Minister of Magic are coming to school this afternoon!" Draco said excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

"Huh?" Probe went over and took a look.

"They're going to execute that disobedient guy!" Draco said briskly, raising the parchment in his hand, "Would that stupid big guy and his stupid baby Potter hide in that dirty wooden house and hug their heads?" Cry!"

"The letter just said they were coming for a hearing!" reminded.

"Then, think that big fool can beat father and Ministry of Magic officials!" Draco said, lifting his chin.

"Oh, that makes sense, but I have to remind you that if you can't get to the lawn outside the castle within 10 minutes, you will be late for the exam!"

"Oh, Merlin!" Draco jumped up from his chair...

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