[Deha] World Starlight

will. said Draco.

Starting from Wednesday, the torrential rain changed from heavy to small and then from small to heavy, and it continued for several days.That's when one of the advantages of living in the cellar comes into play - they'll never be woken by the sound of rain, but no other house needs to light a fireplace this month.

Continuous torrential downpours caused the lake to swell, continuous low temperatures left Black Lake colder than rain, and everyone in the cellar covered their legs with blankets while they were in the common room.Whenever someone goes out early or comes back very late, he can see the mist he exhales in the lounge.

It was horribly cold and wet, and Harry and Draco had to cast several drying spells on the room.

The rain did not subside until Sunday, but Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, did not know why (Draco's words) had to spend a whole afternoon training.What made Draco even more incomprehensible was that Slytherin was going to share the court with Gryffindor.

"I really can't understand how to train in this kind of weather where you can't even see the ball clearly! We still share the court! Why don't we give the court to Gryffindor!" Draco told Ha Li Yitong complained, stuffed a few breads into his stomach in a hurry and drank a bowl of hot soup, and then hurriedly prepared to go to the dressing room, "See you tonight, Harry," he said to Harry pretending to be pitiful, "You must remember to write Good history of magic notes, I can only rely on you when I don't have time to write."

"The training went well!" Harry coughed twice, and finally bowed to Draco's serious eyes, "Okay, I will finish it before you come back." After getting Harry's assurance, Draco was finally satisfied away.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sick of having a cold and smoking, and I'd like to borrow your notes too..." Pansy said weakly, but Harry didn't notice at all when her short, shoulder-length hair was blown up. She has a pale face.

"...how about you borrow it from Draco when he finishes writing?" Harry said hesitantly, "or you will write with me later?"

Pansy's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded in agreement, "You have to know that I'm sleeping in every History of Magic class, and I really don't know what to do without your help."

Harry could only laugh dryly when he heard this, and continued to eat breakfast with his head down.

Writing down heavy history of magic notes on Saturday afternoon was even more boring. Harry took some snacks and put them on the table to eat with Pansy, but he didn't finish writing the notes until the snacks were finished.Harry was fine, with only a little left, while Pansy only wrote a little.

Perhaps because he found that the girl was really impatient with these things, Harry helped Pansy close the notebook while Pansy dropped the quill irritably: "That's it for today," Harry told her, "Anyway The end of the term is still far away, and I have plenty of time to write.”

It wasn't long after Pansy put down the pen. She rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head to watch Harry write notes. She watched the neat and pretty letters form words under his pen. She looked at his fair skin and With a childish side face, just looking at him like this seems to be able to feel his seriousness from his lowered eyebrows.Pansy looked at it and suddenly felt that Harry was as handsome as Draco.

When Harry finished writing his notes, stretched his head and tilted his head to talk to Pansy, he found that Pansy had fallen asleep lying on the table.When Harry was debating whether to call her up or help her get a blanket to cover her, there was the sound of the stone door opening behind him.

"Hey, Harry," Draco called Harry, pushing a lock of hair from his cheek behind his ear.His messy hair was dripping with water, and the water flowed down his neck into his already wet collar.Harry's eyes scrutinized Draco's body and found that he was completely soaked and his clothes were still covered with mud.

"Help me take off my changing clothes and washing things, I have to take a shower first." Draco said as he tugged at the clothes that were attached to his body, feeling that his skin was as cool as these clothes.

Harry ran up the stairs with a "thump thump" and came down within a few minutes.Draco took those things from Harry, and suddenly remembered something: "When I came back just now, I was dripping with mud all the way, but luckily I didn't meet Filch, but when I walked around the corner, Longbottom and Weasley just opened the door and walked in, and they seem to be helping Hagrid save those pumpkins that have been cursed with the Swelling Curse?"

Before Harry could say anything, Pansy's voice continued, "Then Longbottom and the others are miserable, Filch will not let him go." She seemed to have been awake for a while, "Filch now I have a bad cold, and I cleaned up the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom in the morning. I heard it was frog brains? I guess if they were caught by Filch, they would be responsible for your muddy water—he You won't listen to their excuses."

"Some things in this world are just so coincidental, aren't they? I sincerely hope that they will hurry up, as long as they don't stay there, they won't be discovered by Filch or Norris." Draco raised his eyebrows, and finished speaking Just take things out.

"By the way, Harry..." Draco hurriedly said again before the door was closed, "Wait for me to do my Potions homework when I get back."

It was very fitting that Halloween came under continuous gloomy weather. On that day, the auditorium was decorated with live bats like the previous year or every year before. It is said that the Hagrid pumpkin was saved from being washed away by the rain. It was carved into huge pumpkin lanterns.Harry wasn't interested in the rumored Skeleton Dance Troupe, but he couldn't help being a little curious about how long these big pumpkins would last if they were made into porridge, steamed and squeezed for juice.

But Draco told him that this kind of cursed food would lose its original taste, and if he still wanted to try it, he could eat a candle first to feel it.

Harry glanced at the white candle above his head, and silently took a grilled chicken wing and gnawed it first.

No one would want to miss this party, but there were only four people that Harry knew... Harry was gnawing on the chicken legs, and his eyes drifted to the Gryffindor table from time to time.Draco was keenly aware of Harry's mind-wandering, and he didn't quite understand what the purpose of Harry's frequent glances at the gate and Gryffindor was - before the banquet started, Harry frequently looked at Gryffindor The long table and the entrance of the auditorium. When the door closed after the banquet started, he started to poke the steak on the plate with the fork again. The meat paste was eaten.

In the end, Harry wandered through the entire banquet in this state, and when the banquet was finally over, he took Draco's hand and hurried out, Draco was even pulled back at the beginning—— Of course Harry realized it.Although he was very anxious, he still took a few deep breaths, and then controlled his steps, only a few steps ahead of the people behind him.

As he walked further and further away, besides the laughter of the people behind him, he gradually heard the noise of another group of people in front of him. From the other end of the corridor where they were, there was the sound of hundreds of feet climbing up the stairs. And their voices are far away from each other.

Harry turned the corner first, and then the students crowded into the aisle from both ends.

In a second, the buzzing and chattering voices disappeared from behind him.The entire space was terribly quiet, only the breathing of hundreds of people intertwined.All eyes were on Neville, Ron, and Hermione, who stood alone in the middle of the corridor, their faces full of bewilderment.

Harry looked up at Mrs. Norris, who was hanging on the torch bracket. It was like a plank, stretched in a straight line from the top of the head to the tail, and it always had the sly eyes of a feline. Now it's like a glass ball.

Percy reached out and pressed Colin's raised camera, and the small space remained silent until—

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, beware!" Draco read out the words written in blood on the wall in a joking tone, then turned to Harry and asked, "Do you think this is Dumbledore?" Is it a Halloween sideshow? It looks really interesting..."

"No, Draco." Harry interrupted him before he could finish, "I think something terrible happened to Mrs. Norris..."

Draco raised his eyebrows, obviously not agreeing: "What kind of spell do you think can achieve this effect of not being dead but also as if dead? That cat looks like it has been petrified."

Before Harry could say anything or express his astonishment, Filch, sensing something was wrong with the crowd, shouted, "What's going on here? Why don't the students go back to their houses?" He passed the crowd, but when he saw what was causing the jam, he fell into the crowd.

Filch clutched his face in his hands in horror, shouting as sharply as a cat that has been trampled on its paws: "Mrs. Norris! What have you done to my cat?" he screamed, using His vicious eyes swept over everyone, and finally he set his eyes on Neville, "It was you—you killed my cat! It was..."

Looking at this scene, Harry's first thought was that Neville was indeed caught by Filch that day.

All this is like a farce, the furious Filch and the bewildered Neville - until Dumbledore's voice came - Harry felt that many people's mood should be rejoicing, thank God Dumbledore finally come.

Not only Dumbledore came, but also all the professors who had just attended the banquet in the auditorium.The professors walked methodically into the passageway cleared by the students, and took Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Okay, students." Dumbledore's half-moon glasses were shining, and his tone could not be refused, "I hope you are all back where you should be in five minutes, and Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Weasley , Miss Granger, I'm sorry you have to go to bed late."

"Let's talk about it in the office, Filch." Dumbledore greeted the professors while ignoring Lockhart's invitation.The professors hurried down the long corridor, and Snape gave all the Slytherins a cursory glance as he passed Harry and Draco with a cold, inspecting look.

"Go back to the cellar, at once," he said darkly.

The author has something to say: 【Second revision】

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[You know, there are always things that you know you can't do anything but you have to do]

——Xiaoba

Believe me, Draco will be out in the next chapter.

☆、Overcast clouds Ⅱ

The time when the horrible thing happened will pass, but the feeling will always be there. It will be a random thought, or it may be a voice you heard in a silent hallway.In short, regardless of whether anyone will be killed after Mrs. Norris, Hogwarts has fallen into an excited and weird atmosphere.

Professor Dumbledore promised everyone in the auditorium at breakfast the next day: "I am sorry for what happened to Mrs. Norris, but I can guarantee that it will be fine. It is a member of Hogwarts." , it will come back to us."

"Although I'm glad to hear that the cat won't die, I really don't know if it's a good decision to let it back among us." George sighed, and Fred next to him did the same. expression.But soon they were happy again, "But it's gone for a while!"

Harry thought about Mrs. Norris's green cat's eyes in the dark and the shitty things it did around Filch, and was really happy that it had a vacation for a while.

"Poor kitty," Draco said sharply, "probably no one but Filch will miss him."

The students didn't talk about anything else for the rest of the day after breakfast, and they spent the whole day talking about Mrs. Norris' attack because Filch kept it in the back of their minds - he often Walking up and down the place where Mrs. Norris was killed, trying to scrub the writing on the wall with various cleaning agents, with empty jars scattered here and there under the ladder.

And all the professors in the class avoided talking about this matter. Their performance made others think that Hogwarts seems to be calm and nothing happened recently, but this is not the case, is it?

Harry went back to the lounge a little restlessly after a day of class, and he didn't even have the patience to pack his schoolbag properly - all day today he was thinking about the messy things about the Chamber of Secrets, which was only half an inch away from "Medieval Europe The "Complete Wizarding World" paper hadn't moved a single word during the day, and he was due to hand it in tomorrow.

Harry couldn't guarantee whether his mind, which couldn't concentrate while picking up a pen, could write a good paper, but he knew that even if it was only a tenth of an inch or less than three feet, the "O" would never appear on his parchment. .

"Look at this before you do your homework," Draco said, holding a book in one hand and handing Harry his homework with the other. "I wrote four feet." He said with obvious pride , "In fact, I can write a little more, but I think the integer of four is very good, and one person can't have all the limelight."

"I think ten feet is a better round number." Harry spread out Draco's homework and looked at it seriously, "And if you write ten feet, I can just take five feet and add my name. go up."

"Ten feet!" Draco exaggeratedly wiped away the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes, and complained hoarsely, "Harry, do you want to exhaust me to death? How can you bear it!"

"Of course I don't want to exhaust you on Professor Binns' homework, I'd rather you exhaust yourself in other more valuable places." Harry was not deceived by Draco's flamboyant performance at all.He had just found some inspiration on Draco's homework and was busy writing it down now.

"Anywhere else more valuable?" Draco immediately returned to his normal expression.He put his arm around Harry's left shoulder, and said in a voice that everyone could hear, close to his ear, "like dying for you?"

"Of course," Harry said without raising his head, "unless you can bear to see me alone, I might be poisoned to death by Professor Snape's venom because the potion wasn't ready, or I might die in Lockhart's own place." In the classroom of lovers of ghosts."

"Of course I won't let other people bully you," Draco said, spreading out the book in his hand, "because only I can bully you."

Harry just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and didn't speak, while Gore, Crab, and Pansy Bracey rolled his eyes vaguely, expressing in his heart that he couldn't bear it, but his face remained motionless.

"Harry, did you finish writing that sentence just now?" Draco said quickly after seeing Harry put down the quill and picked up his homework, "Wait and write, first look at this." He raised his hand to Harry He raised the book in his hand as a gesture.

"I thought no one but first years would read this book," Pansy said in a "you're weird" tone, "Hogwarts, A History? Draco, is it Do you suddenly want to experience the long history of your school and show your love for the school?"

Draco responded to Pansy with an expression of "I don't understand you at all", and then said mockingly: "It seems that you are not interested in the Chamber of Secrets at all, huh?"

"What secret room?" Pansy was a little surprised, "The one on the wall!"

"Hmm." Draco's gray eyes returned to the book, "I carefully read the part of the book after the establishment of the school, but I didn't find any information about the Chamber of Secrets, or it should be said in the book that' Chamber of Secrets', but it doesn't say Chamber of Secrets."

"You're confusing me," Pansy said, narrowing her eyes in bewilderment.

Draco ignored her, but looked at Harry and said: "But Slytherin's thoughts have given me a lot of inspiration, he is really a calm and far-sighted wise man, especially this sentence: 'Look at him How can there be a black wizard in a truly pure wizard family?'”

"His words have been proven to have a certain prophecy effect." Harry said with a smile that only he and Draco could understand.The appearance of the two people is reflected in each other's eyes, both with smiles.

"You two good brothers have confused us all," Pansy said, and found an unused desk with her books and parchment. "You two finished your paper?" she asked Goyle and Crabbe, both shook their heads.

"If you haven't finished writing, hurry up and find a place to write." Pansy looked at Blaise again, and Blaise shrugged: "Why are you looking at me? I won't lend you my homework."

On the third day, when the students who were going to have breakfast in the auditorium walked through the corridor, they found that the words that seemed to be bleeding were still on the wall.Filch and his cleaners were wasting their efforts, and the writing didn't look at all faded, as if it had been set into the wall with red stone.

But the annoying thing was that Filch came to trouble the students after he stopped wrestling with the words.

Draco whispered to Harry, "Filch is being neurotic," as he walked down the hallway to class, and said he looked at the three Gryffindors with the look in his eyes that he wanted to bite them to death. strong emotion.

Harry was noncommittal.

History of Magic was the dullest subject on any Hogwarts student's schedule, because Professor Binns would just open his notebook and read what the lesson was about in a dry, low, monotonous voice.He never cared what the students were doing down there, as long as they didn't make enough noise to attract his attention, they could sleep in class, read books, and prepare gifts for boyfriends and girlfriends.

Of course, there are also a small number of students with excellent academic performance who think that any class should not be treated with a slack attitude.Most of them can rely on their own perseverance to avoid Professor Binns' sleepy voice, but even these people, they will never ask Professor Binns a question, because this is a class that will not be a problem at all .

But today, half an hour after Professor Binns's class, something that had never happened before happened—Hermione raised her hand, and asked in a crisp voice that everyone in Hogwarts is desperately wanting Known Questions - Chamber of Secrets.

After hearing Hermione's words, Professor Binns stopped his boring behavior of reading the text, and he looked up, looking very surprised.Draco just turned his head at this time, and after seeing Professor Binns' expression, he whispered to Harry: "I think Professor Binns may not have been interrupted for hundreds of years, he looks a bit at a loss .”

"Well, I'd be a little confused if you interrupted him," said Harry. "Don't say no, I know you do."

Draco blinked: "Well, sometimes I really think you know me better than I do."

Harry nudged Draco's chest lightly and said, "I feel the same way."

Professor Binns certainly didn't intend to talk about the Chamber of Secrets, whether or not that violated his maxim of believing only facts - but Hermione Granger was famously clever and indomitable, she used the phrase "legends are based on facts" One sentence refuted Professor Binns' definition of the Chamber of Secrets.

"I'm sure no student has ever spoken to Professor Binns like this, either in life or after death," Harry whispered.

"That's because all the previous students, including us, couldn't help being sleepy, except for Miss Granger. Didn't our Mr. Potter also rely on his knowledge to take notes?" Draco clicked on Harry's Notebook, over there, Professor Binns has begun to narrate the "very sensational, even ridiculous" legend about the Chamber of Secrets.

All people's attention was focused on Professor Binns on the podium, which was really the first time in hundreds of years.Harry heard Draco whisper in his ear before Professor Binns said anything important: "I think Professor Binns is not used to everyone's focused eyes, he seems a little shy. "

"Listen to you." Harry rubbed his itchy ears and didn't turn his head when he spoke, so he didn't see the half-smile on Draco's face.

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【When the lion naps, the snake also hibernates】

——Xiaoba

I don’t feel very well recently, this chapter has been written since seven o’clock until now ORZ

☆、Overcast CloudsⅢ

Things were just as Harry remembered, Professor Binns said some legends about the Chamber of Secrets that made people feel as if he knew a lot but had no practical significance, and then became angry "regretted telling them this ridiculous story" Brings it all back to the sleepily not absurd history.

But although this incident was as Harry remembered it, there was another incident related to it that Harry didn't remember until he heard what Ron and the others said.He heard Ron say at the door of the History of Magic classroom: "I knew that Salazar Slytherin was a perverted old madman, but I didn't know he came up with this pure-blood nonsense..."

Standing in the crowd, Harry looked at the impassioned Ron, Hermione who nodded eagerly, and Neville's peaceful faces, and watched them go further and further away...

"I bet a Galleon, that Weasley has never read "Hogwarts, A School History", because anyone who has read the book will know what kind of person Slytherin is." Draco took Harry's arm and led him through the gap in the crowd.

"But people who may have read it don't want to believe what is written in the book, they have preconceived prejudices." Harry was rushed by the crowd and had to hold Draco's hand tightly.

"I guess a lot of people now believe that Longbottom is the heir of Slytherin. It's strange, why do they think the heir of Slytherin will be in Gryffindor?" Draco looked at the scene on the right side of the corridor. In one scene, the boy who was always holding the camera ran away like there was a boa constrictor behind him trying to eat him, "And that Weasley was trying to get into Slytherin? If I were Salazar Slytherin, he offered me money and begged me to come to Slytherin and I wouldn't agree."

Harry ignored the second half of Draco's sentence: "It may be because they have no time to consider the fact that Slytherin has no heir under the current circumstances, but I believe that when 'Longbottom is the heir of Slytherin' After the news of their speculation is told to other people who don't know, more people will avoid Neville like a snake." When Harry said this, he was bumped several times, and finally couldn't help pulling Draco. , "Why don't we wait a while before leaving, these people are about to crush me." Harry said helplessly.

"Let's go slowly. I originally wanted to go to the front, but it's more difficult than it looks."

Three minutes later, when Harry and Draco turned into the corridor where Mrs. Norris died, they saw Ron almost stuck to the bloody wall, looking very nervous.

"I - don't - don't like - spiders," said Ron, almost breaking the words, trying to sink himself into the wall.

"Afraid of spiders?" Draco repeated. "I just don't like the way they crawl," Ron explained hastily. "The dead spiders used in potions don't bother me at all!" Harry turned his gaze to what Neville and Hermione were observing. On that window, "These spiders are weird, aren't they? They live everywhere in this castle, why are they queuing up and leaving in such a hurry if they don't have natural predators?"

"Natural enemy?" Hermione looked at the spider carefully again, thoughtfully.

"I really hate fat, white bugs," Draco and Ron exchanged, "just like you hate spiders, I find their wriggling to be unbearable."

"I was three when Fred turned my teddy bear into a big ugly spider because I broke his toy broom - I was holding it and all of a sudden it was on me There are many legs coming out of my arms, and..." Ron swallowed, his body trembled, and he couldn't continue, "And you, why?"

"I didn't put the big white worm on your toy broomstick when you were three..." said Harry hastily.

"Really," Draco smiled at him, "I was just about to say that a bug climbed on my broom by itself, and we were flying around a lot during that time."

"What you want to say is the truth of the matter." Harry nodded seriously, and then asked Neville, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Oh, oh! Go right away, we plan to send things back to the tower first."

"Goodbye, Draco and I are going to have dinner first." After Harry finished speaking, he saw Draco wave goodbye to Ron in a friendly manner.

Draco deliberately slowed down when he left, so it was as he wished. After they turned the corner, they vaguely heard what Neville said, and he asked: "Do you remember that puddle of water on the ground at that time? Where did it come from? Someone mopped the floor."

"Harry, what do you think those three people are investigating there? Why can't Filch wipe off the blood on the wall?" Draco lowered his head, looking thoughtful.

"My answer is more reliable than yours," Harry said softly. "They should be investigating the mystery of Mrs. Norris's petrification. Remember what Professor Binns said? People think that Slytherins are kept in the Chamber of Secrets." Some kind of monster, and we can guess that this monster frightens the spider."

"An animal with powerful magic?" Draco said. "There should be a lot of this kind of thing in the Forbidden Forest, Harry..." Harry looked at him, and he blinked at Harry, lightly. The colored eyelashes look like those of a unicorn, "I'm hungry, let's go faster."

In the afternoon, when Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over, Lockhart asked them to write poems praising him, and said that the person who wrote the best poems would get a new book signed by him-Harry still didn't understand why There are people like Lockhart who feel good about themselves, and he is a thief.

"Some girls seem very excited," Draco cast a sidelong glance at Pansy, and sighed with a drawn-out "ah", "It's a pity that the best student in Lockhart's class is always Granger." .”

Pansy glared at Draco, with a bad expression on his face: "Come on, put away your acting skills Draco, Lockhart will sign every book of his, and I don't want his signature anymore! "After she finished speaking, she took her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom angrily.

"What happened to her?" Draco asked Harry in surprise, pointing to Pansy's leaving back.

"Uh, it's probably because the lover in her dream gradually disintegrated, and finally revealed the pain inside, which made her feel bad." Harry glanced at Hermione and the three who were waiting at the end of the classroom, and smiled at them. After a moment, Draco and Draco walked out of the classroom.

Draco glanced in as he walked through the back door, but he saw nothing. "Are they going to use the trick you used before?" he asked Harry, who nodded. "Probably, maybe everyone will start to understand the nature of Lockhart's brainlessness, as long as you ask him to sign it for you." , no matter how much he will sign, and will only think that you want his autograph because you love him."

"How are your preparations for tomorrow's match going?" Harry asked.Draco folded his arms behind his head, the expression on his face was proud and trying to hide his pride: "My first Quidditch match of the season with Slytherin, but I never thought of 'losing' this Words." The light in his eyes could hardly be concealed, "I think I will earn at least half of Slytherin's house cup in the future. That guy named Jon or Johnny in Gryffindor doesn't matter at all. Possibly caught the Snitch right under my nose."

"...However, heroes sometimes need some little encouragement." Draco looked at Harry with a smile.

"I will make you a big banner with Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe, with sentences such as Slytherin and Draco must win, and you can wrap it around your body when it's cold, and it's raining It can also keep out the rain." Harry thought with some amusement, the contrast between him who snatched the Snitch from Draco's ear in the past, and now hoping that he would win, is really... quite strange.

"Since you said that there will be my name on the banner, then I will reluctantly accept it." Draco thought for a while, "But you have to hold my name there."

"... Is there a difference?" Harry looked at Draco's serious expression, and immediately changed his words, "No problem!"

On Saturday morning, Draco, who woke up very early, lay in bed thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match, and also about the banner that Harry and the others had been working on late last night because they kept stopping him look.

Half an hour later, Harry woke up too.The two of them dressed together and went downstairs to have breakfast.

In the auditorium, Lytherin and the rest of the Gryffindor team were crowded around the long empty dining table, and the two teams looked at each other across two tables, biting bread like a provocation.

"Don't they think they are naive?" Draco looked at the deformed slice of bread that Flint had pinched, pursed his lips, and ate another kind of bread.

Harry took the bread handed by Draco, glanced at the Slytherin players around him and the Gryffindor players on the opposite side, and said with a faint smile: "They may feel that they are at peace now."

"Okay." Draco pushed the bottle over to Harry after finishing the jam.

At 55:[-], Harry gave Draco a powerful hug in front of the dressing room door, let him go and ran towards the stands - honestly the first time he had had a good look in a long time. The desire for a Quidditch match, although the weather is a little uncooperative, it is very likely to rain in such a sweltering heat.

Harry looked up at the overcast sky that seemed to be thundering.

In the locker room, Draco finally shut up just when he could no longer stand Flint's crude pep talk.At that moment, Draco felt that the world was clean-but when he followed the other players to the field, he even thought that there were tens of thousands of Cornish elves outside, but it was just a mixture of the other three. The boos and booing of the house and the cheers and screams of the Slytherins.

Draco's mood suddenly fell to the bottom because of these noisy voices, but it quickly rose again - because he saw a long banner that almost spanned the entire Slytherin stand, the background color was like the annual It was the same as the banner that decorated the auditorium when Slytherin won the House Cup. The silver words on it flashed back and forth like stars, saying "Slytherin must win", and there was a very mighty snake on the whole banner. When swimming, it will also stare at any place in front of or behind it with a pair of vertical pupils of yellow and orange.

What surprised him the most was the part Harry was holding, as he had requested, the part Harry was holding actually had his name written on it - or that was the part that seemed to have nothing to do with "Slytherin must win" A small banner that doesn't matter, its background color is like a starry sky, and the golden words are particularly conspicuous on it, those words are - Draco we love you.

"Perfect Transfiguration, the snake is as flexible as the real thing." Dumbledore said to Snape from the classroom stand, "I have to say that Slytherin children are very smart."

"Still bold and reckless." Snape gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore waved his slender fingers in front of Snape's eyes: "Come on, Sev, it's just a banner, they don't have to report it to you."

Snape stared at Harry