Dark Lord, please let go

"You'd better apologize for your stupid behavior." Draco's pale face was flushed, if those impolite glances just made him angry, then now, the stupid Gryffin on the opposite side How much has made his anger burn to the peak.This Gryffindor knocked Draco's textbook away, and instead of apologizing, said he was a Muggleborn masquerading as Malfoy.

And this first-year Gryffindor who angered Draco obviously didn't take his words seriously, and still yelled, "Stupid? You call me stupid?" Leslie was annoyed by Draco's words. His eyes widened, but his mouth did not stop at all, "I heard that you grew up in an orphanage. Although your name is Malfoy, you are obviously not the Malfoy we know. You are A half-breed pretending to be Malfoy, or a Muggleborn? Whom Malfoy are you going to fool, Slytherin fools?"

Draco only felt his ears buzzing, he couldn't see or hear anything except the stupid Gryffindor in front of him, and there was a voice in his heart that was clamoring for him to cast evil spells on him, and he clenched his right hand tightly. Holding the wand, as long as the other party dared to say another word, Draco would definitely make him look good.

And the Slytherin freshmen who were still with Draco just now became silent after hearing that Draco grew up in an orphanage.Although he didn't abandon Draco, he didn't say a word for Draco either.

Seeing that Draco didn't speak, Leslie became even more airy. He thought he had grasped the truth, and the little Slytherin opposite had nothing to refute. "Don't put on that arrogant air, you're a Muggleborn without parents—"

"Fuchsia!"

But before Leslie finished speaking, he saw Draco suddenly stretched out his wand, and a purple light erupted from his wand, and the purple light rushed towards him, as if someone had grabbed his With both legs, Leslie was lifted upside down.

"Damn it, Malfoy, put me down! How dare you..."

Leslie was blocked by his robe, his hands were constantly struggling in the air, and he could even hear the low laughter of the students around him.

"Okay Draco." Seeing Draco's curse, Kasim Shaker's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Draco's right hand to prevent him from continuing to cast a curse on Leslie. "It's at the entrance of the restaurant and we'll get points deducted."

"Yes, Mr. Shacklebolt is right." Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from outside the crowd. "Ten points from Slytherin for using magic in the hallway."

Being deducted points, Draco didn't complain at all, he knew that he would definitely be deducted points before he did it, not to mention that the current head of Slytherin is not Professor Snape who protects his weaknesses.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have anything to say?" Dumbledore waved his wand, rescued Leslie, and looked back at Draco who stuffed the wand into his pocket.

"No—" Draco paused, and added reluctantly, "Professor." After Leslie got up from the ground and staggered to his feet, Draco grinned ironically: "Mr. Leslie, you have a good posture. It seems that you have a good understanding of fuchsias."

The students around him laughed, and Leslie's face flushed as red as a tomato. He struggled to say something, but was quickly dragged away by the Gryffindor students.

Dumbledore glanced at Draco disapprovingly, and then said, "Okay, the time for class is coming soon."

The students scattered around, Draco picked up the books scattered on the floor, and when he turned around, he saw Tom and Devlin standing not far away.Tom's expression was calm, and it was hard to see what he was thinking, while Devlin on the side looked at Draco with admiration.

After the people around had dispersed, Tom and Devlin came up to meet him.

"Draco, you are amazing, what kind of spell is that? I remember that our textbook didn't have this spell." Devlin frowned and recalled, after confirming that he really didn't see this spell in the textbook, he looked at it with even more admiration. With Draco.

"Fuchsia, I think, you need to enrich your knowledge, Devlin." Draco didn't raise his eyes. He had just been deducted by Dumbledore, and he was not in a good mood.

"Okay, Draco, we have to go to the dining room for breakfast soon, and we have to go to class later." Kasim patted Draco's arm, signaling him to go to the dining room.

"See you later, Draco." Tom squinted his obsidian-like eyes, greeted Draco, and dragged Devlin, who was about to say something, away.

"Tom, Draco doesn't look very happy." Devlin turned his head as he walked, trying to see Draco from the crowd, but he was disappointed, Draco had already entered the restaurant.

Tom didn't answer Devlin, but Devlin didn't stop his curiosity, "Tom, why does Draco have so many spells? I remember he cast a warming spell when he first came here."

Tom stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at Devlin who was chattering behind him, and said, "Devlin, why didn't Principal Dippet let us approach the Forbidden Forest? The Forbidden Forest is dangerous?"

"Oh, of course." Devlin widened his eyes as if he had been frightened, "My grandfather said that the Forbidden Forest is full of dangerous magical creatures, such as snakes, trolls, and hippogriffs with wings. There are also dangerous magical creatures such as beasts, and one who is not careful will die—" Speaking of this, Devlin paused, and couldn't help touching his neck, "——If I go to the Forbidden Forest, I'm afraid My grandfather would strangle me."

"No." Tom smiled suddenly at Devlin. "Your grandfather wouldn't strangle you, he'd just put a jinx on you."

Devlin stuttered because of nervousness, "Don't scare me Tom, the thing I'm most afraid of at home is my grandfather."

The first class was the Transfiguration class that Slytherin and Gryffindors attended together. When Draco walked into the classroom, he immediately saw Devlin waving to him with his right hand raised high.

'Like an idiot! ’ Draco slandered from the bottom of his heart, but he still greeted Kassim and sat on Tom Riddle's right side.

As soon as Draco sat down, he heard unfriendly laughter from the left side of the classroom, accompanied by Leslie's sneer. "Isn't this a Muggle seed called Malfoy?"

Draco turned around, just in time to see Leslie pointing at himself and the boy next to him and saying something, judging by the malicious expression, he definitely didn't say anything good.

Tom glanced at Leslie lazily, and asked casually, "This is the guy you just taught me a lesson? It seems that the lesson was not profound."

Draco also couldn't figure out why this blushing guy whom he had just mentioned was still jumping around so heartlessly. Perhaps this was Gryffindor's strange courage?

There was still laughter from time to time on the left, and just when Draco couldn't help but want to give Leslie another fuchsia, Dumbledore's voice came from the door.

"Quiet." Dumbledore came in from the door, and he glanced at the students in the classroom, but Draco clearly felt that Dumbledore's gaze paused when he passed by himself and Tom.

"I am your professor of Transfiguration, Albus Dumbledore. Transfiguration will be the most complicated and interesting course you have learned at Hogwarts." As he said, Dumbledore waved his Wand, the table beside him suddenly transformed into a four-poster bed surrounded by red velvet curtains.

Draco rolled his eyes and sneered.His voice was not heard by the others, however, as the Gryffindor students on the left side of the room were making indigestible exclamations of admiration.

Dumbledore changed the table back, then tapped the blackboard with his wand a few times, and a bunch of complicated notes appeared on the blackboard.

"Today we're going to learn to turn a match into a needle." Then everyone got a match from Dumbledore.

After copying the notes, Devlin chanted a spell and poked the poor match with his wand. Unfortunately, the match didn't change at all, and even caught fire in the end.

"Damn it!" Devlin frantically blew out the fire, then looked pitifully at Tom and Draco. "How did you do it? Why haven't my matches changed at all?"

Tom easily turned the match into a long silver needle and back again. "You should preview after receiving the admission notice."

"...that's the last time I can play, how can I use it to read books?" Devlin muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and then looked at Draco enviously, because Draco also went smoothly Turned matches into long silver needles.

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon lenses, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking, but he gave Draco and Tom a generous two points each.

Until the end of get out of class, only Draco and Tom successfully completed the task in the entire classroom.

After lunch, Draco was going to the library to solve his six-inch Transfiguration homework, but Tom gave Draco his schoolbag instead.

"I forgot something to do. You can wait for me in the library while you do your homework. I don't think it will take me long."

"Forgot something?" Seeing Tom leaving, Devlin opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.It wasn't until Tom was gone that he followed Draco to the library. "What did Tom forget? His textbooks are in the bag."

"How would I know." Draco rolled his eyes and interrupted Devlin who was rambling, "We need to do the Transfiguration homework, six inches long." Draco added emphasis when he said six inches tone.Hell, he hasn't done his homework in at least four years.

"Oh, yes." Devlin wailed, "Six inches of Transfiguration homework, my grandfather didn't lie to me, Hogwarts homework is the longest."