HP, don't come here

53,

Draco felt as if he had fallen into a trance since meeting the Dementor on the Hogwarts Express.

Those memories that don't belong to him make him a little trance, and some even affect his daily life, which is really outrageous.

When he was in class, he always felt that every word the teacher said was so familiar, and when he walked through the classroom, he always felt that he had done so before.

It was like standing in the protection of magical animals class and watching the giant Hagrid ask them to take out the book, he subconsciously asked, "How to open it?"

His voice was lazy and cold that he didn't expect. He didn't have that much malice towards this giant, but he subconsciously felt that it should be like this.

And he didn't know why, when he asked this question, he knew how to open the book.

He should gently stroke the spine.

—and then the irascible book that had troubled him all the holiday would be quiet.

But how would he know, he seemed to be caught in a strange cycle, he was struggling desperately, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

Until the silver-haired girl approached him, stretched out her hand and scratched the spine of the "Monster Book of Monsters", which was struggling in his hand, and the book fell silent in his hand.

The damned irritating cycle suddenly disappeared.

The world seemed to open up to him once again.

Hagrid glanced at you excitedly: "Aubrey did a great job, Slytherin should get extra points for that!"

You hold his hand tightly.

The hand that held him tightly was like a key, and they shook hands before he finally found the answer.

He was in a daze, as if he was hallucinating again.

The girl beside him opened and closed her mouth, but he couldn't hear a single word. He could only look at the girl's beautiful lips.

Feeling puzzled, he shook his head violently, and finally heard clearly.

You talked eloquently beside him: "Let me tell you, Draco, although this Hippogriff looks handsome, my unicorn is still the prettiest..."

Draco turned to look at you, remembering the beautiful glowing creature.

"Yeah, you're the prettiest."

He laughs.

54,

Sure enough, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you saw the man who was in the same compartment as Harry on the Hogwarts Express.

— Remus Lupine

The entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was empty, except for a cabinet standing at the front of the classroom.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were clearly separated in the empty classroom, until Professor Lupine said that this lesson was about Boggarts, and they still needed to face their own fears and cast spells.

The Slytherins had just retreated to the back of the classroom, but the Gryffindors rushed forward one by one with great interest, and they seemed to be very curious about the things they were afraid of.

Draco crossed his chest and looked at the Gryffindors coldly.

"Stupid stuff," he said.

Because the person Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor feared turned out to be Professor Snape. After he finished chanting the spell, he made Professor Snape wear a green dress that only middle-aged women would wear.

It was an insult to Slytherin.

Although he did have three friends in Gryffindor, that didn't stop him from defending his beloved Head.

This made the Boggart in front of Ron change from a spider to Draco and back to a spider tremblingly.

Guess if it wasn't Defense Against the Dark Arts, none of the Slytherins present would mind showing Mr. Longbottom what they learned about the Dark Arts in their family.

But what's interesting is that when seeing Boggart turned into Professor Snape, Professor Lupine's eyes are very strange.

As if there was something between them.

You think, maybe they had a not-so-good relationship, after all, the gentle-looking professor's eyes were not clear when he saw Professor Snape.

With a strong sense of apology.

Oh, Professor Snape was dumped by Professor Lupine, that's why he became mean and exploded at one point (because you mentioned Professor Lupin to him on the sidelines, but he kicked him out of the Potions class), so Professor Lupine would be so guilty.

Snape: I don't need any spells to imagine the damn love and hate in the mind of the thing in front of me.

It's too affectionate.

You sigh, love is really difficult.

Draco asked why you sighed, and you told him what you thought, but Draco slapped him hard on the head.

"Please move your rusty brain to think of something that can pass the trial, my little friend."