[HP] Silver Green Pride

On Thursday morning, many owls flew over as usual, and one of them was a beautiful golden eagle that flew to Slytherin's dining table.

Anger recognized the golden eagle, it belonged to the Malfoy family, and Narcissa sent candy to Drake again—although it was only a few days since school started, this golden eagle had already flown here more than ten times. At the dinner table, and sometimes flying straight to the Slytherin common room.

The golden eagle dropped a big package, and Drake hurriedly tore it open. It was full of candy boxes and snacks, and there was an exquisite lunch box in one corner, but Drake didn't even look at it.

Draco tore open a bag of candy first and was about to eat it, but seeing Goyle and Crabbe staring straight at him, after thinking about it, he poured out some and threw it to them, then poured out all the candies and piled them on the table .He divided the pile of candies into two equal piles, and after thinking about it, he took a little out of one pile and put it in the other pile, and then pushed the larger pile of candies to Anger's desk.

"Ange, these candies are for you."

Ange stopped sending food into his mouth, looked at the pile of candies in front of him, and glanced at Drake with a puzzled look.

"There are too many things, I can't finish them..." Draco explained dryly, and Ange saw pink on the little ears hidden between the platinum-blond hair.

I felt amused for a while, I wanted to give something and just say it, but I also made an excuse... But this excuse is not bad, it will neither make people feel inexplicable, nor make people feel that they are giving alms, which will offend others.

Blinking her eyes, An Ge was determined to accept his kindness. Although she didn't particularly like these candies, her unusual little fox demon liked sweets quite a bit.

She called the house elf to deliver the candy to her bedroom and left, then smiled at Drake: "Thank you, Drake."

His ears became more red, and even his pale face had a faint blush. He opened the lunch box in the package, which was filled with exquisite meals.

He didn't look at An Ge, but stared at the pile of things in front of him. He just said "hmm" as a response, and then picked up the fork and knife to eat.

When he was about to leave, Draco passed the Gryffindor table, and for some reason, he suddenly shot and snatched Neville's memory ball.

In this regard, Harry and Ron reacted quite violently, almost jumping up to fight him, and it happened that Professor McGonagall appeared.

So an impending accident just disappeared.

In the afternoon flying lessons, Slytherin and Gryffindor closed together again.

In this regard, Anger really couldn't figure out what happened to the principal. He actually divided the two rival colleges into one class, and it was still the most conflict-prone flight class.

Looking at the messy broom, An Ge looked at it with tangled eyes, extremely hesitant.

"Is this the only broom that can be used?" Ange asked Drake in a low voice, "I always feel that they are... like antiques that have been discarded?" Even the branches are sticking out in all directions, sparse.

"It is said that it is indeed an antique." Draco also frowned.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," cried Mrs. Hooch, "and say, 'Get up!'"

Everyone did the same, but the result was very different, Harry and Malfoy's broom stood up immediately, but it was like Pansy, Daphne or Hermione, just a little movement, and Goyle, Neville , Crabbe, or... Ang, that's not even a little movement.

Staring fiercely at the broom assigned to her, Ange was a little speechless. When had she been so frustrated?Can't even use a broom?

A burst of low laughter sounded, and Ange looked for the sound, only to see that Ron seemed to be looking at her with an extra heart and laughed - this is definitely a spectacle!

Frowning slightly, Ange was determined to ignore him, but at this moment Drake said viciously: "What are you laughing at, red-haired poor man!"

Blinking his eyes in confusion, Ange thought for a while before he realized that Draco was standing up for him.

Ron was stunned for a moment, his face sank, and he threw the broom on the ground, planning to step forward to fight.

But Harry beside him stopped him, and Draco gave him a disappointed look—if Ron stepped forward to take the initiative, he would have a reason to report to the professor and deduct Gryffindor points.

Harry looked at Ange, but saw that she was just looking at his broom, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He also wanted to give her a look and ask something, which Ginny asked him before coming to school !He took a liking to the warm and bright red-haired girl.

Glancing at the broom again, Ange's voice became a little cold: "Get up!"

This time the broom jumped up obediently, without any other abnormalities, which made An Ge a little speechless.

The following lessons were unremarkable. Mrs. Hooch taught the little wizard how to use the broom correctly one by one. When it was almost done, Mrs. Hooch let go of the restrictions and allowed the little wizard to ride on the broom.

She issued a series of passwords to teach the little wizards how to fly, but at this moment an accident happened, and Neville suddenly flew into the sky screaming.

Mrs. Hooch screamed, and the other young wizards turned pale with fright at the sudden situation.

All of a sudden Neville fell off the broom, and his screams made everyone's faces turn pale.

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and his eyelids drooped. Ange took something casually and whispered the transformation spell, without looking at what the thing would become, and flung it at Neville.

Neville stopped falling, and was pinned to a tree by a flying dagger. After shaking for a while, his clothes were cut off and fell to the ground.

A group of young wizards trotted after Mrs. Hooch.

Mrs. Hooch checked Neville's situation and said in an extremely thankful voice, "Thank God, nothing happened."

Then she surrounded the little wizards present and said loudly, "Who saved Neville just now? I want to give that person extra points for helping his classmates."

Ange lowered her head slightly, and took a step back into the crowd. Although she did the right thing, she didn't intend to take credit for it. As a Slytherin, she helped a Gryffindor... It's hard to think It's believable that she didn't intend to make herself an outlier, and the act just now was just a moment of kindness. After all, she is only a child. Since she can help, why not help?

Few people saw her little movements, except Harry, who had been paying attention to her since it happened.

At this moment, he really merged the girl in his memory with the Slytherin girl in front of him.

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