[HP] Platinum Children

Andrea's first class at Hogwarts was History of Magic, a boring class taught by a ghost professor.The professor was very old when he died, and he was a ghost, so when he lectured, he had no passion at all, and made the history class that should have been ups and downs monotonous and speechless, which has the same effect as a lullaby , put most of the students down.

Draco blinked his heavy eyelids, intending to use this class to supplement his sleep, and found Andrea sitting upright, writing notes seriously.

Draco was surprised: such a boring class can be so spirited and listened so carefully.

He looked up and saw that almost all of them were asleep on the table, only his sister Andrea and Hermione Granger, the Mudblood of Gryffindor, were paying attention to the class.Professor Binns continued to teach his class, ignoring the fact that the students below had already fallen asleep and turned upside down.

Draco dragged a sound-proof spell silently, and asked Andrea softly, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Andrea finished taking notes before stopping the quill, and complained: "I'm so sleepy! But I'm a Malfoy, how can I do such a disrespectful thing as dozing off in class?"

Draco looked at the sleeping animals, and reminded, "But, everyone is sleeping."

Andrea straightened her back even more, her gray eyes were full of seriousness, and she said, "Even if they are all asleep, this is a public place. Malfoy is never rude in public."

Draco's eyes moved slightly, his voice softened, and he said gently: "I can cast a confusion spell on you, so that when others see you, you are paying attention to the class."

Andrea's gray eyes immediately showed struggles, and after a while, she smiled wryly: "Draco, your temptation is really attractive. But, I still say that, in public, Malfoy is never rude— —whether others can see it or not.”

"Girl, you are awesome!" Draco praised seriously.

When Andrea heard this, her eyes narrowed slightly, curved like a crescent moon, and her water-red lips lightly curled up, like a budding lily, elegant and moving.

Draco lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his uncontrollable mood swings.When he was a child, he didn't think about it so much. Generally, he would follow what other people did - what everyone did, generally there would be no mistakes, and even if they were wrong, they would not lose face.At that time, he only thought about not embarrassing Malfoy, but never thought that he was Malfoy, what he had to do-no matter what others did.

In the past 11 years, he has never felt like this moment that everything he gave up is worth it, because this girl is worth it!

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Transfiguration, one of the four required courses at Hogwarts, is Andrea's favorite magic, but this course is taught by a professor who doesn't like any Slytherin - Gryffindor's Dean Professor McGonagall.

Not long after the History of Magic get out of class, Brandon came to take Andrea and the others to the Transfiguration classroom.

They came to the transfiguration classroom very early. Before leaving, Brandon looked at the tabby cat on the podium, winked at Andrea, and left with a smile.

Andrea felt that there must be something wrong with the cat, and she kept looking at the cat.

Andrea loves fluffy animals.Although the cat on the podium looked ordinary, it didn't stop Andrea from thinking that the cat was cute—well, although the cat was probably Professor McGonagall.

Draco silently cast a sound-proof spell, and the cat on the podium raised its eyes and looked towards Andrea——Professor McGonagall felt a slight magical fluctuation on Andrea's side, but, How could it be that the two children hadn't picked up their wands?

Draco glanced at Professor McGonagall, and smiled faintly. He really deserves to be the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix. The headmaster of Hogwarts in the future is really sharp. It seems that he has to do all the tricks, so he approached Andrea's ear side, whispering softly: "Do you like cats?"

The warm breath lingered in Andrea's ears. She felt hot for a moment, but she was quickly ignored by curiosity: "What's wrong with you? I can feel that you cast a soundproof spell."

"Although I cast it carefully, there will still be slight fluctuations in magic."

"So, the cat on the podium is really Professor McGonagall?" Andrea glanced at the cat on the podium, and then moved her platinum-blond head closer to Draco.

Professor McGonagall looked at the two platinum-blonde heads that were leaning together, and saw that they were talking cutely, nothing unusual, so he turned his eyes away and looked at the door, Gryffindor They came in one after another, but there were still a few who didn't arrive-it's almost time for class, don't these children know that punctuality is a virtue?

"Oh, you know that cat is Professor McGonagall's Animagus?" Draco was a little surprised, Animagus is not so easy to recognize, right?Could it be that his sister's feeling is that she is extremely talented?

"We have been in for 15 minutes. This cat has been standing on the podium. Except for moving its tail, it has not even moved its feet. Is it true for real cats?"

Draco exclaimed: "Your observation skills are awesome."

Andrea squinted and smiled contentedly, like a cute little squirrel.

Draco smiled and continued with his previous question: "Do you like cats?"

Andrea shook her head: "No."

"You just entered the door and saw the cat on the podium, your eyes were very bright."

Andrea continued to shake her head: "No."

"I don't have a pet yet, you say I'll buy a cat, okay? I'll take it to your dorm to play, okay?"

Struggling flashed again in Andrea's gray eyes, she shook her head hesitantly: "No."

"No one will know. If you don't believe it, I can swear it."

Draco remembered being fond of a ferret as a child, and killing it shortly after, and then whatever he liked, whether it was living or dead, would die or disappear very quickly.As time passed, he didn't dare to reveal what he really liked.

He didn't know what happened when he was young, and he didn't know until he was an adult that it was the masterpiece of his father Lucius.

The heir of a big family cannot reveal his true preferences, which can easily become a weakness.Draco has always believed that when a child grows up, he will naturally know how to hide his preferences, and there is really no need to keep giving psychological hints from an early age - this is too cruel.

However, his father didn't think so, so when Lucius educated him, he believed that Lucius educated Andrea in the same way, and the conversation just now also showed that Andrea and his Had exactly the same experience.

"I'm going to die." Andrea said in a low voice, a little sad.

"No, it will live beautifully and cutely, I promise." Draco said softly, his voice was like warm spring water, which quickly calmed Andrea's sad heart.

"Really?" Andrea looked at him expectantly, he gave her a very firm look, and then Andrea thought for a moment: "Yes, that's your pet, your... well, it must be won't die, will it?"

"Yes." Draco said affirmatively, heartbroken.

"It's amazing. Thank you!" Andrea laughed happily, so bright that Draco felt that he saw the sun at that moment.