HP, don't come here

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The duel club ended with Draco and Harry dueling, according to the spell taught by Professor Snape, he summoned a snake and was dealt with by Professor Snape, followed by overwhelming speculation about Harry.

Everyone saw Harry talking to the snake.

It was like instigating the snake to kill the Muggle-born wizard Jattings in front of him.

Everyone immediately remembered the strange sentence before, and began to suspect that Harry was the heir of Slytherin. He opened the Chamber of Secrets and planned to kill all non-pure blood wizards in the school.

This made it harder for Draco to have a good conversation with Harry.

The Slytherins were also unwilling to believe that the heir to the great Slytherin was actually a Gryffindor.

As the head of Slytherin's first-year students, Draco had to repeat again and again that he was really not the heir of Slytherin in the face of other people's inquiries.

It annoyed him.

"Oh yes yes, how could I be the heir of Slytherin?"

"If I knew who the heir of Slytherin really was, why would I keep it from me?"

"If it were me, I would walk upside down every day!"

The Slytherin lounge was exhausting him physically and mentally.

Fortunately, Christmas is coming soon, and Draco chose to stay in school this time.

"I think we'll be able to have a good chat with them after dinner."

This was probably the only place where Draco felt a little comforted.

But you still haven't been able to see Harry and the others in the auditorium.

"Okay, these three people really don't see the end of the dragon." Draco walked back sullenly.

Crabbe and Goyle are stopped by Gryffindor prefect Percy of the Weasleys.

"Goyle, Crabbe, why are you here?" Draco stood in front of his two good friends, facing Percy, looked up and down at Ron's brother, but still didn't give him a good look. After all, he does have some complaints now, "Why are you here?"

Before Percy could answer, Draco turned and walked to the lounge.

"gone."

Crabbe and Goyle immediately followed you, but they forgot the password to the lounge again.

"If you don't want to be locked out of the lounge next time, you'd better have dinner with us, you always forget the password." Draco suggested.

When you returned to the lounge, Draco immediately sat on the biggest and softest sofa, and you sat beside him, flipping through a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Medieval Spells and Curses".

Hey, this spell is good, next time I will change those big light bulbs into skirts.

But Crabbe and Goyle looked very reserved and curious about the lounge. They were really stupid today because they asked Draco for the fifth time if he was the heir of Slytherin.

Sure enough, Draco's mood became even worse, but he still held back his temper and explained it again.

You think the last time they asked Draco that question, they were scared by Draco's death stare (actually because Draco snatched their chocolate cake as a threat), and they had the guts to ask.

It's almost as if they weren't Crabbe and Goyle at all.

You looked up and saw their gradually changing facial features, slowly stood up and stopped behind them.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

You're thinking about how to sharpen your knife and rattle them, two big light bulbs.

"What's wrong, Aubrey?" Draco asked suspiciously when he saw you standing behind them.

You put your hand on someone's shoulder.

"LocomotorMortis (Standing Dead Lock Leg Curse)"

Sorry, you also secretly used a silent spell.

The two of them couldn't move immediately, and when your legs got cold, you let go of the hands that were tightly clasping the two of them.

Pointing to Crabbe and Goyle.

"I think we still need a little time to witness the surprise from Gryffindor."

Draco immediately covered his eyes: "Gryffindor's surprise is to let the two of them wear skirts???"

Crabbe and Goyle gradually turned into blushing Harry and Ron in front of Draco, and Draco's face gradually sank.

"Harry, Ron, you are really good." He gritted his teeth, then stood up and walked to the boys' dormitory without looking back.

It might have been more heroic if his shoulders hadn't shaken violently.

Patted the shoulders of the two boys: "The legs are quite thin."

You sat on the sofa facing them, picked up a cup of hot black tea and took a sip: "He has been looking for you for a long time to explain."

"But obviously not in the future."

You put down the black tea, walked to the girl's dormitory, walked around the corner, and you circled happily.

Alright, from now on it will be a world of two again.