[HP] Pledge allegiance to Gellert

Master Malfoy looked up at Eric, who was sitting dignifiedly, nodded slightly, as if nothing happened.

Eric was really skeptical about that.It is true that the potion is effective, but is it really so good?Your sister... the senior is definitely trying to save face again, right? -_-||

Fortunately, the Malfoy family is a vicious bourgeoisie, and those potions are not cheap, and it would be even worse if there were no potions.

The chief of Gryffindor was naturally absent. After all, the injury from being directly hit by an arcane missile at zero distance by Master Malfoy and then falling from a high altitude would not heal in a short while.Eric rubbed his chin, silently thinking about whether to get some tricky things to send...

That Mr. Potter is really incompetent and sorry.If you don't educate him, Eric will feel sorry for his trip to the British Empire...

The prefects of other grades were almost absent, and only Master Malfoy, him, and another prefect whom he didn't know were dining in the seven seats.The prefect was a boy with short brown hair, his figure was similar to that of Master Malfoy, and he seemed to be the prefect of the third grade.

"Oh," seeing Eric looking at the stranger, Master Malfoy put down his knife and fork, and introduced him: "Eric, this is the third-year prefect Gorak, one of your seniors, and now I am Deputy, very capable, remember to respect seniors."

"Well." Eric nodded: "Senior, I'm Eric."

The third-grade prefect raised his eyes. He had a very handsome face. What's more, he had a naturally melancholy and calm temperament, which could make people calm down.

The third-year prefect nodded to Eric, smiled slightly, and naturally felt a sense of security: "Eric, I am one of your seniors, the third-grade prefect Gorak, if there is anything in the future If the Leader is not here, you can find me."

"Thank you, senior." Eric nodded happily, and had a good impression of the third-year senior.

"It seems that you get along well." Master Malfoy said with a smile, "Gorak can help you for another year after I graduate, so I feel more at ease."

"Senior, do you want to graduate now that you are only in the fourth grade?"

"Soon. Three years is just a blink of an eye."

Master Malfoy ate the steak he had sliced ​​calmly.Eric lowered his head and looked at the similar steak in front of him. He felt that he had obvious indigestion and was not very hungry, so he didn't have to eat this dark dish...

I took two symbolic bites, but I really couldn't eat it.Eric looked up: "Senior Malfoy."

Master Malfoy looked up: "Huh?"

"Haven't you always been a Seeker?"

"how?"

"Then why did you switch to the batter today?"

He didn't even know that hitters couldn't chase the ball.

"Oh."

Regarding this ignorant question, Master Malfoy didn't seem too embarrassed or dissatisfied, and he answered it straightforwardly: "Actually, today's question is very simple. I can't win anyway. I just want to see if I can get Potter Just draw it down."

"...Is it really okay to answer me as a freshman prefect so bluntly? Is it too straightforward to say that I can't win?"

"Otherwise what else?" Master Malfoy shrugged indifferently while sitting, "There is a saying in England for thousands of years: Potter - was born for Quidditch. I can't win him, Slytherin has given up. I competed with Gryffindor for Quidditch when I was there, because it would be too irritating to compete."

"……Oh."

After grinding left and right for dinner, Eric nodded his forehead and decided to go back to the dormitory.

Just now, Master Malfoy was cutting steaks very elegantly in the auditorium, but when Eric left the restaurant, he saw him frowning and rubbing his shoulders.

"Senior, is your injury still not healed?"

"..." The child is ignorant, so forgive him.

"……What's wrong?"

"I can't tell others that I was injured." Master Malfoy explained patiently.

"why?"

"...the competition between Slytherin and Gryffindor, you will understand later."

"..." This statement is fooling people again. ==

"Okay." Master Malfoy reached out and touched Eric's head: "It's just a little problem, I'm fine. If you have nothing to do, go back to the dormitory. I remember you have an astronomy class tomorrow."

"..." Please don't mention it, people don't want to let it go.

"Good night."

"Goodbye, senior."

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Master Malfoy and Eric went back to the dormitory, while Gorac, the third-year senior of Slytherin, went directly to the medical wing.

Because it was approaching the curfew, I didn't see anyone along the way.

Mr. Potter was injured and hospitalized, and the Gryffindor sympathy army almost overwhelmed the medical wing. Now the medical wing has quieted down, almost empty.

In fact, only the healer, Mrs. Mocha, was left guarding the injured students.

Madam Mocha was arranging a bouquet of flowers in the warm light of the hospital wing when Gorac entered, putting them into a green vase and arranging them as beautifully as she could.Gorak reached out and straightened her.

Mrs. Mocha turned her head, then turned around, smiling happily: "Thank you, dear classmate."

"You're welcome. Good evening, Mrs. Mocha."

"Well, I remember you, Slytherin prefect, don't you? Good evening, Gorak. Is there anything I can do? Is there something wrong?"

The handsome third-year prefect of Slytherin put his forehead on his forehead and smiled: "No, ma'am, I'm not sick, I'm just here to visit the sick."

"No one in Slytherin was hurt."

"Gryffindor."

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yes."

The Medical Wing Goddess's eyes flickered. "But it's too late, Gorak. Visiting the sick is not allowed during curfew."

Gorac smiled, and then took out a box: "But I came here for the apology of our chief, who specifically asked me to put this gift in front of Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes."

The Goddess of Medical Wing's eyes were still surprised, but that weird flicker had disappeared.

"Okay, okay," she said, waving her hand, "since it's what Master Malfoy meant, I'm a Slytherin anyway. You can go in, Gorac, but only for a while." Son."

Gorac bowed: "Thank you, Madam Morcha."

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When Gorac entered the ward, Mr. Potter was concentrating on tasting a piece of Black Forest cake.Rich and slightly bitter dark chocolate and maple syrup, filled with a strange sweet aroma similar to coffee.

Gorak looked at him, never able to figure out why such a person would like to eat this kind of food.

Mr. Potter has always been unique, black is the only color on his body, even the uniformed team can't stop him from wearing black.He is the leader of the group of lions, and he should love the warm and domineering Jin Hong, but for some reason, he insists on never letting even a little bit of gold and red appear on his body.Yes, how black suits him.

"Ren."

Gorac let out a small cry.

"Gorak? You're here." Mr. Potter looked up. Gorak always felt that he shouldn't be a Gryffindor, because his expression, his eyes, and even his tone were full of condescension. arrogance.

"Hmm." Gorac replied, and placed the gift beside Mr. Potter's hospital bed.

This is of course not the Leader's gift, but his.It's just that in front of Mrs. Mocha, if you don't use the Leader as a reason, you can't get in at all.

Gorak's eyes looked to the side, and his eyes immediately darkened, because of Mr. Potter's popularity.

On the table beside the hospital bed, exquisitely packaged exquisite boxes, tied with various ribbons of red, green, blue and black, piled up in a pile and left unattended.Hundreds of such boxes had already been piled up there, but Mr. Potter didn't even have the interest to unpack them, and he concentrated on eating a piece of the Black Forest there.

Everyone knows that Ryan Potter's obsession with this kind of sweets is so deep that it cannot be added.Speaking of it, he should not be more important than a black forest.

Gorak lowered his eyes, his wet eyelashes trembling slightly. Mr. Potter glanced at him, then smiled, put the cake aside with one hand and pulled him with the other: "What are you thinking?"

Gorak, who was thrown directly on his body by a pull, flushed suddenly: "No, it's nothing..."

"That's good." Mr. Potter smiled again, then moved closer to him and lowered his voice: "Is Malfoy doing anything today?"

"...Leader is also injured...he didn't say it but I saw his hands shaking when he cut the steak today..."

Gorak lowered his eyes and said everything.

Leaking about the Leader, telling the head of a rival house, betraying the glory of Slytherin... He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't refuse him, Mr. Potter... No one could refuse him.

After hearing this, His Royal Highness Hogwarts Prince in double black didn't express anything. With a flick of his eyes, the current time appeared in the air: "Although I really don't want to say it, but baby, I have to remind you that the curfew is coming soon."

"Oh!" Gorak jumped up with a flushed face, thinking that Mrs. Mocha was still outside, and rushed out the door to finally run back to the dormitory before the curfew.

And as soon as he left, Mr. Potter's milder expression turned into a disgusted expression almost at the same time.

He pulled the sheet aside and wiped his hands, then rolled the sheet into a ball and threw it to the corner.The hardworking house-elf showed up and put him in fresh sheets.

"Oh shit……"

After the house elf disappeared, Mr. Potter cursed angrily, his messy black hair was like angry black flames.

Malfoy, are you okay? !you can!Even if you are injured, you will hit me once!Satisfied now? !If you are injured and don't come to the medical wing, who are you pretending to be? !

I don't mean to throw that child, and it's not my intention to tear your clothes either!Do you make me happy when people see you? !If you put your hand into your clothes, that's the Golden Snitch and suddenly go crazy. What are you doing with me? !

Too angry and accidentally bit his lower lip, Mr. Potter reached out and touched it, bleeding...

...Damn, even more angry.