[Deha] World Starlight

Harry was not surprised that Buckbeak was chosen.He looked at Crabbe and Goyle standing behind Draco, and thought they looked like two bodyguards, which they were.

Harry saw that Draco seemed reluctant to show the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but finally bowed stiffly the way everyone did.Harry felt as if his waist was going to be so stiff that if he bent it down any more it would snap.

Buckbeak hesitated for a long time, showing distrust several times, but finally bowed to Draco.

Harry couldn't help admitting that he was momentarily relieved.

However, just as he turned his head to see if Neville, Ron, and Hermione succeeded, he heard Draco's voice say, "It's easy."

Harry turned his head suddenly and saw Draco slapping Buckbeak on the beak, the expression on his face was not disgusting but always contemptuous, and maybe there was some bragging in it.

Draco drew out his voice, loud enough for everyone to hear: "Professor Hagrid can make everyone do things, I think it must be very easy... I bet you are not dangerous at all. Are you?" He Patting Buckbeak on the beak again, he said, "You're not dangerous, you big ugly beast?"

Goyle and Crabbe chuckled.

Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe what he heard.

Perhaps, he never thought that Draco, whom he had known for more than ten years, would say such a thing.

"Draco Malfoy!" Hagrid was standing next to a winged beast, and when he heard this, he immediately ran to Draco's position with big strides, shouting as he ran, "You can't talk to it like this!" Say, I said they were proud... oh no!"

Buckbeak's leaping figure was reflected in Hagrid's eyes.

Draco was standing where he was, the arm he had thrown out when he spoke hadn't retracted.Buckbeak jumped up with his forelegs, just blocking the sunlight.

Draco's gray eyes could see Buckbeak's light gray belly fur and the wet, matted hairs on his paws, which were covered with dirt and blades of grass.

A wave of steel-gray claws.

Draco's pupils shrank instantly, and then he fell to the ground.

Someone gave him a push, then left himself in Buckbeak's claws.

Draco rolled over on the ground and sat up, not caring about his manners anymore.Half of his body was covered with leaves and dirt, but the first thing he did when he stood up was not patting his clothes.

He looked at the figure standing in the middle of his line of sight with an unbelievable look, completely speechless.

"Hiss—" Harry blinked his eyes quickly a few times, wanting to shake his arms to relieve the pain.

With a big leap, Hagrid immediately managed to slip Buckbeak back into his collar, which was still struggling to pounce on Harry.Harry had been breathing deeply, and Buckbeak's claws tore through his school uniform and shirt, leaving a long gash on his arm, but fortunately he dodged in time, the wound was not very deep.

Good quality clothing soaked up the bright red blood that gushed from the wound.

"Merlin!" Everyone was frightened by the sudden accident. The panicked Hagrid hurriedly subdued and comforted Buckbeak, probably because he was really strong, or because Buckbeak also realized that he was injured wrongly. people.In short, the scene didn't continue to be chaotic until the other students realized what happened.

"Harry..." Draco stood up from the ground, although he looked a little embarrassed, but the expression on his face was surprisingly beautiful written by panic and hesitation, "Are you trying to scold me? I don't know the rules or respect ..."

Harry was surprised, and raised his eyebrows that were originally frowned because of the pain: "I didn't speak." He said.

Draco lowered his head and seemed to smile: "I'll accompany you to the school infirmary..."

"No." Harry refused, "You guys go on with the class, I'm fine... oh thank you." Harry said to Hermione, and ignored Hermione's refusal, picked up the schoolbag with his uninjured hand .

Hermione carefully held up his injured arm and looked at it for a while, then said to Harry, "You'd better go to the hospital quickly, you might get an infection later, I saw you still have small stones in your wound...Professor!" Hermione called back to Hagrid, who was tying Buckbeak to a tree.

"Infection may be more difficult. My hands have been soaked in soap all afternoon." Harry said in a joking tone.

Hermione frowned and glared at him again.

Harry looked at Hermione helplessly again: "Oh, well, although the water was quite dirty in the end."

Draco stood a few steps away from Harry, watching him surrounded by Gryffindors, and finally returned to the silent Slytherin a little lonely.

Pansy helped him pat the dust and leaves off his body. She looked at Harry and said with some hesitation, "Draco, you..."

Draco glanced at her, and Pansy closed his mouth knowingly.

Draco looked at Harry again - at the four of them, to be precise...he was so close to saying "sorry" to Harry...but now...he had a feeling that he couldn't get in The feeling of going in.

Hagrid, who was striding over, was extremely pale, and his hands still had marks from the rope. "Oh, Harry!" His big hands raised Harry's injured hand more carefully than Hermione's, "Oh, Merlin, this wound looks really long, but I don't know how deep it is, come on, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey, we'd better hurry."

"Oh, no, no." Harry was about to say something when he heard a strange sound coming from the place covered by Hagrid's body. He moved a little to the side and tilted his head to look over.Buckbeak was walking forward vigorously, the rope was pulled straight, and every time Buckbeak raised his neck, he brought the not-so-strong tree with him and made strange noises.

"Ugh..."

Harry sighed, patted Hagrid's large hand, and walked over him to Buckbeak.

The closer he got, the more aggrieved Buckbeak's throaty voice became.

Draco's eyes followed Harry.

Harry walked up to Buckbeak, stretched out his uninjured hand, and stroked its big head a few times as before. Buckbeak whimpered and looked at Harry with big bright eyes.

"Okay, I know you didn't mean it, and I don't blame you." Harry rubbed the soft-touch fur under his hands, then extended his arms and patted his wings.

"There is a chance to fly together again!" he said.

"Professor Hagrid, you can continue with your class." Harry said to Hagrid as he walked, "I can go to Madam Pomfrey by myself."

"But..." Hagrid's beetle-like dark eyes were still filled with tears, "I'm worried about you going alone..."

"Please." Harry said helplessly, "It's my hand and not my leg that got hurt, so there's nothing to worry about..."

"I'll go with Harry!" Neville, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interrupted Harry, "I just went there this morning, and I know the way, so you don't have to worry about it." He said finally Looked at Hagrid when he said a word.

"Oh, all right." Hagrid relented.

Neville winked at Harry, and Harry had no choice but to agree.

Hagrid kept watching Harry and Neville go up the small slope and disappeared, and then he clapped his hands and called the other students to continue the class: "Okay! A few students have succeeded just now, but Malfoy made a mistake for us Demonstration. As I said in class just now, hippogriffs are very proud, and your words, deeds, and eyes should not be disrespectful. What's the matter, Mr. Weasley?" Hagrid asked Eyes on the crowd.

Ron put his hands down and said, "I think Slytherin deserves a point penalty."

"Oh, that's normally the case. But in view of Potter's self-sacrificing classmate love, I decided to offset this deduction. Is there anything else you can do, Malfoy?" Hagrid frowned at Della division.

Draco raised his head, looked at Hagrid arrogantly, and took a few steps towards him.

"You said offset, I didn't say offset," he said. "I'll tell my father, I promise."

The Slytherin students were also shouting about Hagrid.

"They should fire you straight away. Mr. Rubeus Hagrid." Pansy Parkinson was also in the lead.

"Be quiet for a while, Malfoy." Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "If it wasn't because of you, Potter would get hurt? Now that Potter hasn't said to tell his parents, why are you in a hurry like a child who hasn't been weaned?" Are you crying to your parents?"

Draco looked sideways at Hermione for a while, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth. "What right do you have to talk to me like that, you..."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hagrid yelled at him!

Draco smiled, lip-synced "everyone knows" to Hagrid, and retreated to the Slytherin team.

Although he was in a bad mood, he didn't intend to cause some trivial troubles.

Hermione looked left and right blankly, completely unaware of what Malfoy was going to say to her.

Draco felt like a fire was burning in his chest.He didn't know why there seemed to be something between him and Harry when he got to school!Whether it's spells, lessons or whatever... it seems like Slytherin is like a watershed, drawing a line between who they were and who they are now.

He also thought that Gryffindor might be more suitable for Harry than Slytherin, at least there wouldn't be anyone whose parents were wizards who were investigated by his father, wouldn't they?But...Harry has been his best friend since childhood, shouldn't good friends be together?What's more, the Sorting Hat decided that Harry should come to Slytherin.

Why hasn't everything been normal since entering Slytherin?Whether it's his relationship with Harry or some of Harry's attitudes and behaviors... Draco clenched his fists angrily as he watched the others who started bowing to the hippogriff again in high spirits.

He doesn't want this!

It took Harry and Neville quite a while to get to the hospital.Neville helped Harry open the door, and Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, "Oh, boy, is it you again?"

"No, no, no..." Neville quickly waved his hand, letting Harry out, "It's him."

Madam Pomfrey saw Harry's arm in one glance. "Hands again," she sighed, before asking Harry, "Come here, kid, and tell me what's wrong with your hands."

"Scratched by the Hippogriff's claw." Harry walked over, raising his arm.

Madam Pomfrey held up his poor arm and said, "Oh, the wound is very long, it doesn't bleed much, and it doesn't look deep. Let's wash it first, after all, the claws of those big guys always stay on the ground Yes." Madam Pomfrey said as she went to get the medicine.Harry chatted with Neville: "Oh yes, Neville, how is your arm, I forgot to ask you just now."

"It was all right then." Neville raised his arm and spun around a few times flexibly, "Madam Pomfrey cured it in the blink of an eye. I have to thank you, Ron told me."

"Oh, it's okay." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and Madam Pomfrey began to give him medicine.

Harry was sitting on the bed, with a layer of medicated gauze wrapped around his arm. The wound was no longer painful, but it was a little itchy, maybe the wound was healing.

Neville sat next to him, chatting with him.But Neville sometimes hesitated and hawed, and Harry probably knew what he wanted to ask.

Fortunately, Neville didn't ask. If he did ask something, he might not know what to answer.

About 10 minutes after class ended, an owl flew out of the hospital window. It flapped its wings, held a piece of paper in its claws, and tapped on the window with its beak.

Neville went to open the window and took the note. "Oh, Hagrid's." He held the note and showed Harry the messy, scribbled writing on it.

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Anger begins with folly, and ends in repentance.

—Pythagoras, Ancient Greek mathematician

Anger begins with stupidity and ends with regret.

— Pythagoras, an ancient Greek mathematician

Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures IV, the plot draws on "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"

☆、Two little guesses Ⅰ

[Dear Harry:

Are your hands ready?I am very worried about your condition, if Madam Pomfrey asks you to come out, come and have a cup of tea with me, and call Neville.You know his grandma asked Dumbledore to ask me to take care of him.Please let the owl echo me.

In addition, I told Professor McGonagall about your injury, and she said that she would notify Filch to postpone your night punishment until after Halloween, and you can just wait for the notification (this is the only thing I can do for you) .

Hagrid. ]

Harry and Neville laughed together after reading Hagrid's note.Then Neville borrowed a quill from Madam Pomfrey and hurriedly wrote on the back of the note: "Okay, let's talk to Madam Pomfrey now, see you later."Then he gave the note to the owl and flew away.

"Come on, child, stretch out your hand and let me have a look." Madam Pomfrey followed Neville in, "Oh, yes, there are still a few small wounds, these will heal slowly..."

"May I go now ma'am? I have something to do," said Harry.

Madam Pomfrey looked Harry up and down, shrugged, "If you want to, you can. Be careful not to touch the wound with water."

"Thank you." Harry and Neville looked at each other and said in unison.

In fact, Harry was really a little afraid of Madam Pomfrey, after all, she was the one who could threaten Dumbledore with potions and deter the Weasley twins.

Harry and Neville walked the road from the castle to Hagrid's hut for the second time in one day, perhaps guided by happy events, and Harry felt that the journey was much faster than when he came to class.

A crossbow and a pair of galoshes stood in front of the door of Hagrid's cabin.Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door, Fang started barking first, and then Hagrid's rough voice came through the barking: "Stay back, Fang, don't block the door."

This was the first time Harry entered Hagrid's house, but everything was the same as before.Harry still remembers every conversation and unique food they had in this house...

"Harry, Neville, come, eat, you're welcome." Hagrid poured tea for them and put rock cakes on their dinner plates, "Harry, thank you so much today! If not You, this class will not be so successful. To be honest, I was really worried before the class... and I'm sorry for hurting you, hey, I don't know what to say. Come, try a piece..." Hagrid He picked up two rock cakes and handed them to Harry and Neville, nodding at them.

Hagrid's rock cakes were the same as always, and they almost broke their teeth after a few bites.Harry ate slowly, listening intently to Neville and Hagrid chatting.

"Professor Snape has always been strict, maybe it's because I always do wrong things." Neville shrugged and said, he messed up his potion again in Snape's class a few times recently, One plus one plus one deducted a lot of points, but fortunately, these few times did not affect others.

"Oh, by the way, did I tell you last time? My scar hurt the day of the back-to-school feast...my scar never hurt before." Neville's voice was confused.

"Your scar? Oh, did you eat chili?" Hagrid was obviously not listening to Neville.

"Is it because..." Chino...Harry thought about it for a while and didn't say this very obvious sentence. Instead, he insinuated, "Scar?" he asked, "The scar left by the legendary Voldemort?"

"Yes." Neville scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "but it really never hurts."

"Then it looks like its pain is related to Voldemort?" Harry said in a joking tone.

"Eh? It makes sense..." Neville showed a puzzled look.

Harry smiled, and looked down to see a small piece of paper under the teakettle warmer. It was a clipping from the Daily Prophet.

That was the latest report on the incident at Gringotts that he had read in the Slytherin lounge.

"Oh, Hagrid." Neville frantically put the half-torn rock cake in his hand back on the plate, feeling that his teeth couldn't take it anymore.When he withdrew his hand, he glanced casually and saw the crumpled piece of paper. "You haven't thrown this away yet?" he asked Hagrid.

"Oh, oh. I forgot, just throw it away." Hagrid said a little flustered.

"The latest report on the illegal break-in at Gringotts?" Harry read out intentionally, and then looked up at Hagrid, "Isn't this news from a long time ago? Why did you cut it out and keep it until now? Is there any point?"

Hagrid blinked twice, then turned his head to avoid his gaze: "Well, it's nothing, I just been busy preparing for class recently, and I just forgot to lose it." Harry looked at Hagrid's shaggy beard, I don't know if there are two lumps of red underneath because of lying.

"Harry, did you know?" Neville said, "the day the Gringotts break-in happened happened to be your birthday. The day we met in Diagon Alley, Hagrid and I went to Gringotts." Court, your family should have gone to Gringotts too, it is very likely that we happened to be there when the incident happened!"

But before Harry could speak, Hagrid reprimanded: "What nonsense, we met James when we were shopping."

Harry looked at Hagrid, who, no doubt, kept his face sideways, not even looking at either of them.He only let out a "hum" after saying this.

Neville picked up the crumpled paper and looked at it again.

"Oh, you guys..." Hagrid had already started to panic, "Oh, look at the time, dinner is about to come, go back to the castle quickly, you won't be full if you get late."

"Hagrid, I'm pretty full..." said Neville.

"Go back. Go back quickly." Hagrid didn't care what Neville was saying, he kept telling them to go back to the castle quickly.

On the way back, Neville told Harry what he knew about vault 713.

"It was reported that the vault was emptied earlier that day, Harry, did you notice that?" Seeing Harry nod, Neville continued, "Hagrid and I went to underground vault 713, there is only A small bag, which is still dirty. According to the report, taking that dirty small bag means 'extracting empty'." Neville said this, and suddenly looked around nervously, with a very cautious expression. "I only told you, don't tell anyone else." Neville whispered to Harry.

Hearing what Neville said, Harry nodded cautiously.

"However, why would someone break into Gringotts just for that one thing? What was it? Hagrid took the bag, so where should it be now? Is it safe?"

Neville asked a lot of questions as if talking to himself, and Harry listened in silence.In this way, before they knew it, they had walked back to the castle.

"Goodbye, Neville," Harry said goodbye to Neville at the door, "I'm too full to go to dinner."

"Actually, I'm not hungry anymore," Neville said with a smile, "but I still have to go to the lobby to find Ron, bye."

Harry waved him over.

Dinner had started for a while, and Harry met few people on the way back to the Slytherin dungeon, and the common room was even more deserted.

He went straight upstairs and went back to his room.

The lights were on in the room, and there was a thick book open on the table. Draco must have gone to eat.

Harry didn't have the energy to wonder what book Draco was reading.He hiccupped, then took off his cloak and draped it over the back of the chair, and walked towards the bed.

He was really tired this day, and he was basically tired physically and mentally, but after returning from Hagrid, he found that even his brain started to hurt.

There are too many things to think about, but fortunately, no matter where he is, no matter who he quarrels with, it won't affect Neville's journey... In this way, everything will at least go on as "before"...

but--

"Merlin." Harry lay on the bed, stretching his arms over his eyes to block the light, "Forgive me, but I'm still trying to do something, whatever, to make this end sooner rather than later." ..."

There was darkness in his vision, and his brain was in chaos... Harry was thinking about it, and suddenly sank into a darkness of unconsciousness.

When Harry woke up, he had no idea what time it was.It may only be a few minutes or ten minutes, or it may be several hours.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed.The house was still the same as when he slept, but he didn't know if Draco had been back or not.

I looked up at my watch, 10:30.Harry thought for a while, got out of bed, and walked out in his slippers.

He wanted to take a look at the common room.

As for what he wanted to see, he didn't know.

However, when Harry had just reached the middle of the stairs, before he reached the landing at the turn of the stairs, he heard loud voices with laughter, and it sounded like there should be a lot of people.

Harry stood and listened for a few words, then descended the remaining steps and stood on the landing, holding onto the railing with both hands.

In fact, this is a very good place. You can see the whole lounge from a not too high place. Usually, there are always a few boys or girls standing here and looking down.

Draco was sitting in an ornate chair with his back turned to him, basically all he could see was a head.Around him, Goyle and Crabbe talked in gruff voices with a few people sitting on couches, chairs, or standing.

"Look, Longbottom and his gang won't be at Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Crabbe," Harry heard Draco say lazily, "don't say that, we're just giving them a little lesson, not saying we're kicking them out of school..." His voice Full of malicious disdain, "But if they themselves are unlucky, then I can't help it."

There was a burst of laughter, Pansy laughing especially loud and piercing.

"Oh, it's almost eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye, you all pack up and go to rest..." Draco looked up at his watch, and then asked casually, "Gorre, is Filch ready?" ?”

Goyle patted his chest. "Of course." He said proudly.

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This post was written by ORZ according to the occasion

Whether it's flying lessons or protecting magical creatures V, the plot draws on "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"

☆、Two little guesses Ⅱ

Harry stared complicatedly at the back of Draco's head.Draco leaned back on the back of the chair, his head held up slightly, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides of the chair.Just by imagining, Harry could also imagine that Draco must be sitting with his left leg crossed over his right, in a flamboyant and handsome sitting posture.

Truth be told, Harry rarely saw Draco sitting like this, though the reason was that he and Draco spent most of their time together facelessly huddled together.

For him this was a better sitting position for a bigger Draco, Sixteen, or something.

At least at that time, he was able to hide his complacency in his eyes, even if he was still domineering, he was still very personable.

Just when Harry's head was full of messy thoughts, Draco suddenly turned his head, as if responding to Harry's gaze, and looked at him.Something seemed to settle in his gray eyes, like a frozen swamp.

It's as cold as the layer of ice on the lake in winter, and the water vapor is still lingering under the ice.

He tilted his head, looked at Harry, and suddenly smiled.

Under that smile, Harry looked away almost in embarrassment, then turned around and staggered up the stairs.

After returning to the room, Harry almost leaned against the door, his heart was beating "poundingly", and his breathing became a little short.

He couldn't describe that smile, full of malice?No, it's not, it's just that there seems to be magic that can penetrate thoughts, and the eyes that meet when they look at each other for a moment flow along the eyes to the whole body.

Harry shivered uncontrollably, then narrowed his eyes.

——It was a completely penetrating, playful gaze.

In the common room.

Draco turned his head, resting his right elbow on the arm of the chair, palms spread out to support his face.The original sharp eyes narrowed, as if teasing a cat, and even the smile became lazy.

"You guys play," he smiled again, stood up from the chair, and stretched, "I'm going to sleep."

"Good night, Draco." Pansy said sweetly, "I wish you a sweet dream."

Draco waved at her without looking back.

"But," she added, "while you're still sober, I'll have to ask, you and . . . um."

All eyes looked over secretly because of this sentence.

"You don't need to worry about it, just take care of yourself one by one." Draco's voice was so cold that it seemed that ice could fall out.

Draco's little leather shoes slammed on the stairs, and his steps were very steady, like a king who had everything in his hands.

However, this calmness only lasted a second before he pushed open the door of his and Harry's room.

The lights were still on dutifully, the whole room was simple and tidy, and the book "See Through Your Enemy" he was reading was still spread out on the table.To be honest, when Gore and Crabbe borrowed this book from the library for him, he really read it as a joke book, but it seems to be more useful than a joke book.

With a smile on his lips, Draco looked around the room, Harry's cloak and trousers draped over the back of the chair...he knew Harry wasn't asleep, not only because he knew Harry had just come up, but also because no one else Get more familiar with Harry's breathing.

This kind of rapid, depressed breathing, a fool can hear that it is pretending to sleep.

Draco's eyes slowly moved to the bed, but he saw the dark green curtains drawn tightly - never drawn.

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and then he suddenly thought of something, and ran to his bed in a few steps.

——Just as he thought, the place between the two beds was also drawn with a thick curtain, leaving no gaps!

Draco snorted, and Harry's breathing stopped at the same time.

He reached out and grabbed the curtain hanging beside his hand, the soft flannel in his palm was itchy, making him feel uncomfortable.

Draco didn't know what was wrong with him, he just knew that he wanted to get rid of this obtrusive thing.

He clenched the curtain with his hand, clenched his fist tightly, and at the same time gritted his teeth fiercely to restrain himself.

He wanted to question, wanted to yell, but maybe they were face to face, but he had nothing to say... How about Harry's injury?No, that's too much of a show of weakness.Draco shook his head silently.

But it can't be so stalemate.

but……

Draco's grip on the curtain loosened and fell limply beside his thigh.

He took out his wand, pointed to the lamp, and said silently in the darkness, "Good night, Harry."

Harry blinked and sighed as he looked at the curtain that was no longer seeping through.

On this fretful night, Harry at least knew part of the reason for his fretfulness.

The next day, a group of people in Slytherin walked into the hall talking and laughing together, but they saw a scene that they couldn't believe their eyes: Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley were sitting in Granville At the long table of Fendor.

Of course, those who were surprised were because they had great expectations for their expulsion. For example, Draco didn't feel much. He never thought that a violation that might not necessarily be caught would have a big impact on them. .

Draco didn't care about the others, just looked at Harry who was sitting alone in the corner of the Slytherin table, and raised his eyebrows.

Even if there is a quarrel, there is no need to get up early to hide from people.Draco thought, but it's kind of funny.

Draco thought, walked over to Pansy and sat down.

However, Draco really wronged Harry this time, if it wasn't because he slept too much and couldn't sleep, Harry wouldn't have remembered so early.However, when he got up, he realized that he had missed many people in this way, which saved Harry from embarrassment.

Harry sat in his seat, ate his breakfast in silence with his head bowed.

He sat here and heard Ron and Neville sigh, and suddenly realized what Draco they were talking about last night, and realized that several people had experienced a thrill while he was sleeping adventure.

At the Gryffindor public table, Neville was discussing something with Ron cryptically, and Ron was beaming, and raised his syllables from time to time.Hermione usually gave them a disapproving look at times like this.But Ron thought seeing the big three-headed dog was such a wonderful adventure that he wished to experience it again.Neville was still in shock, but he had noticed something a little bit, and felt that it would be better to discuss and analyze more.

In the end he and Ron agreed that it should be a particularly dangerous but very precious thing.

Harry boredly forked the crust on his plate after eating.

He wrote letters to James and Sirius yesterday while wiping the trophy, and now he is waiting for a reply.

[Dear Padfoot:

I am writing you this letter while I am cleaning my trophy.

Some things are still going on the same way as before, and some things are completely different.

Today I found out that I still hate Draco's behavior and personality at certain times.

Also, Padfoot, I really miss the Marauder's Map, it's really important.I don't know if there is a chance to get it this time.

You asked me before if I would be friends with Neville and what I thought of him. To be honest, Neville is pretty good. Although I may not be friends with him for many reasons, he really doesn't like to cause trouble at all.

Harry. ]

When the owls poured into the Great Dining Room as usual, Harry finally saw the white figure of Hedwig he had been waiting for.But on this day, in his memory, there should be six long-eared owls carrying a long and thin package.

Oh yes.Speaking of slender packages... who is Gryffindor's Seeker this year?It seems that no one has heard of it.Harry murmured in his heart, saying that it seems that it is time to find a time to say hello to the team.

Hedwig flapped her wings and landed between the jam jar and the sugar bowl, and placed an envelope with beautiful cursive writing on Harry's dinner plate.

Harry handed it a bun from the plate, and opened the letter.

[To dear Harry:

something...

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was still in Hogwarts, probably in the third grade, I somehow talked about Moonface and the others when I was at home on vacation. You know my mother, but none of the things I said were pleasant... At that time, I was very special. Want to give her a total petrification or something.

But I can't use magic.

So I just slammed the panna cotta over and headed to James for the rest of the holiday.

I said this to tell you that some things in people's bones are hard to change or can't be changed at all.

Although when I was a child, I also learned the etiquette of the so-called pure-blood family in a half-dream?But no matter how many times this kind of thing happens, whether it happens when I am awake or not, I will do it (it should be more serious after being able to use magic).

Like me, I do a lot of things, some things are really hard