gray eye to gray eye

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Draco snorted and said nothing.

We studied several new spells together in the special training hall, and then fought against each other for half an hour.

Draco looked at the opposite girl who was slightly out of breath but still holding up her wand, raised half of her brows slightly in surprise.

"Oh, if you have to be wary of a group of excess energy Gryffindors every day..." muttered, put the wand back in the sleeve pocket, and slowly turned the wrist.

Draco nodded clearly, "If necessary, Malfoy Manor is always welcome!"

"No, Emma insists that she must stay in this house, at least this summer vacation!" sighed.

"Little Master, Master Draco, the hot water is ready!" Kreacher reminded from outside the door.

Draco snorted, and withdrew his wand back.

Opening the door, he nodded to Kreacher as a compliment to his work.

Of course, not to be stingy about saying a few more words - well, even if it's just a nod - this little neurotic old house-elf has already started "banging" the floor with his smooth forehead...

Draco snorted, "Enough, Kreacher!"

He looked around the old Blake house.

"Even a competent servant—" Dracora said in a long tone.

Kreacher was trembling with excitement, looked up at Draco, his two big ping pong ball eyes were watery, and tears would gush out at any moment.

"However, I have to remind, for example——"

"Kreacher, Kreacher, damn it, come here!"

Sirius' angry voice came from the stairs.

"So, what about with Emma?" Draco raised his chin and raised his voice.

"Oh—Kreacher damn it, Kreacher can't complete the orders of the little master and Draco master... The master is Kreacher, Kreacher has to go, that bad boy..." Kreacher was stunned for a while, sobbing and muttering With that, he went downstairs unwillingly.

He looked at Draco suspiciously.

"Listen, the number of house elves is also an important criterion to measure the prosperity of a noble family!" Draco said slowly.

"So, that means making Kreacher—oh my god, never knew house-elves were gendered! They could even—" said surprised.

"Don't expose your superficial side, darling!" Draco said with a raised brow, "Also, right now, what I want to do most now is to enjoy a hot bath, not get sweaty to explain the sex of house-elves !"

Well, the little clean freak is the biggest one!

When they came down from upstairs, excited Sirius solemnly announced a "good news" to them.

"Yes, yes, tomorrow night, Dumbledore assigned Moody to lead the others to pick up Harry..." Sirius was circling excitedly in the corridor.

"Ha—" Draco laughed mockingly against his damp hair.

As for why he came out later than having waist-length hair, this question has been given up exploring a long time ago.

Sirius stopped talking and gave Draco a warning look, looking rather regretful for not taking a good look at the corridor.

Although Dumbledore had personally made an unbreakable oath for Draco, after leaving Black's old house, Draco could not say even a word about the Order of the Phoenix to anyone under any circumstances!

By the way, the attack at the end of last semester was a firm reason for Headmaster Dumbledore - the man who can't even speak his name is coming back soon - when the Ministry of Magic refused to cooperate, there was a pile of Gryffins in Black's old house many of them.

"Uncle Sirius!" had to shout out.

"Yes, I know!" Sirius turned his head and said briskly, "The Quidditch World Cup, Harry must not miss this!"

"So?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Don't look like a bloody Malfoy!" Sirius muttered.

"What! I heard - Malfoy!" Draco said lazily.

"No, damn it, it has nothing to do with that!" Sirius said loudly, "Listen, little Sharon, I hope, um, to Harry, you mean..."

"From Blake's genealogy, we are actually cousins!"

"Oh, oh!" Sirius nodded in surprise, obviously he wanted to say it wasn't that, but the meaning was similar, "So, I hope you can get along well, dear!"

"Of course, you don't have to worry about that at all!" He said with a twitch of his mouth.

In fact, if both sides are tired of each other, they can go their own way even in the same house, not to mention, strictly speaking, there is no irreconcilable conflict between Harry and Harry...

"Sirius, Mr. Dumbledore is here, we must have a meeting immediately!"

Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out on the landing.

Draco frowned in disgust.

"Oh, here we come!" Sirius responded, and hurriedly said as he ran towards the stairs, "Anyway, it's great to be friends with Harry!"

"That's enough, Draco, there's no poop here!" Turning around, he noticed that Draco was still looking unhappy, and reminded deliberately.

"Does that mean Weasley is shit!" Draco replied sinisterly.

"No, Draco!" Glaring at Draco, he raised his hand in surrender.

This child refuses to show weakness even in the first half of his words!

The corner of Draco's mouth curled up, "The weather is nice today, maybe we can go to Diagon Alley for a cold drink."

Even though there is still a pile of account books in the study, even if Draco's "nice weather" is really nonsense - he still agrees quickly, you know, except for Draco who comes over every few days, there is no one to talk to...

Well, in fact, this old house is quite lively, but the noisy group of Gryffindors are always constipated like "know, don't know, and can't tell", which makes people feel uncomfortable when they look at it. Rare!

The sun is scorching hot in July, even though it is approaching evening, it is still scorching hot when you get out of the fireplace.

Draco waved his wand, the heat around him seemed to take a few steps back, and his whole body immediately became cool.

"When will you learn this spell?" Picking up the shades of different sizes on the side of the road, he jumped forward crookedly.

"Just a trick!" Draco said proudly.

"Oh—" he replied in a drawn-out tone.

Bear kid can't boast!

Florin's Cold Drink Shop is one of the most popular cold drink shops in Diagon Alley, and Draco and Draco sat at the long table by the window, eating a box of raspberry ice cream with each mouthful.

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