[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

Originally, Quirrell was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but because of what happened in the first grade, the professor was replaced by Lockhart, and the classroom was full of his own photos.

The girls look at the new professor with admiration, but Roy thinks he's a narcissist who likes to show off.

"A third-level wizard of the Order of Merlin, the most honorable member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance, and a five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Charming Smile... But I don't want to mention these things, I don't rely on my charming smile to get rid of it." Damn." Lockhart dragged his voice and showed a bright smile.

Roy frowned and looked at Draco, who also looked disgusted, and clearly read the message "Professor is sick" from the other's eyes.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere in the classroom, Lockhart retracted his big white teeth, and said seriously: "I think you guys bought my complete set of books, which is very good. I'll give you a quiz today, don't worry, This quiz is just to see how much you understand the content of the book, how much you have read."

Looking at the test papers in his hand, Roy frowned deeper, and Draco beside him whispered, "Look at these questions, they are all about him."

What color does Gilderoy Lockhart like?

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

Merlin, every question has Lockhart's name on it, the devil knows the answer...

"You have 30 minutes to answer the questions, start now...quick!"

Half an hour later, Roy got her first Terrible since coming to Hogwarts.

While flipping through the test paper that made him feel bad, Lockhart shook his head and sighed: "Few of you remember that my favorite color is lavender...except for Miss Hermione Granger, who knows that my greatest wish is to sweep Demon of the world, successful promotion of my line of hair lotions, good girl." He winked his right eye at Hermione, who was staring at him ecstatically.

Lockhart put down the test paper, took out his wand and knocked on a nearby cage covered by a red cloth. The cage immediately shook, as if something was struggling to get out, "Now, please pay attention, my accusation is to teach everyone How to deal with the most disgusting monsters in the wizarding world, you will soon face your deepest fears in the classroom. But as long as I am here, you will be safe, and I ask everyone not to scream, it will anger them! "

The red cloth was lifted, and dozens of blue Cornish elves were locked in the cage, and someone had already let out a laugh.

"Cornish elf just caught, try your best to smile, Mr. Seamus! The elf is a very difficult little devil! Let's see what you do!" As soon as Lockhart opened the cage door, those The blue enchantress scrambled to fly out.

Messing around in the classroom, throwing textbooks everywhere, bullying some weak students, and even knocking down the huge fossil hanging from the ceiling, many students escaped from the classroom.The situation was getting more and more chaotic, Lockhart tried to stop the situation, but his wand was taken away by the elf before he could utter the spell, and he didn't forget to save what little face he had left before he hurriedly hid in the office , "I'll give you a chance to catch the remaining elves back into the cage."

An elf pulled Roy's hair, and she yelled in pain, her eyes flashed sullenly, she took a deep breath to calm her emotions, raised her wand and read: "Immobulus!"

For a moment, the elves stopped moving, floating motionless in mid-air, and the classroom finally became quiet.Roy picked up his textbook and left the classroom angrily.

Because of this class, she had a worse impression of Lockhart, and she believed in the bottom of her heart that the new professor was an idiot without real talents.This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is more reliable to go to the library to read books and study by yourself. She misses Professor Quirrell a bit, even though Quirrell is a bit timid and neurotic.

However, a good thing happened recently - Draco was selected for the Quidditch House team.

The Gryffindor house team had a face-to-face meeting with Slytherin as they were about to go to the pitch for training. "Where are you going, Flynn?"

"The Quidditch pitch."

"I've registered to book today's court."

"Don't get excited, Wood, I have permission." As the captain, Flynn proudly handed over a scroll, while Hermione and Ron, who sensed that the atmosphere was not right, walked over.

The scroll reads - "I, Professor Snape, have given special permission to the Slytherin team to use the Quidditch pitch today for them to train new Seekers."

After reading the scroll, Wood raised his eyebrows and said, "You have a new Seeker, who is it?"

Flynn moved out of the way, Harry saw the hypocritical smirk on Draco's face, and asked in surprise, "Malfoy?"

"That's right, I'm not one of the newest." Draco deliberately switched his broomstick to his right hand.

Ron looked at his broom in surprise. "That's Nimbus 2001!"

Hermione said sarcastically, "I guess, Malfoy, you got into the academy team through money?"

Draco approached her, narrowing his gray-blue eyes, and spat out contemptuous words from his thin lips: "No one asks your opinion, you dirty Mudblood."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, her eyes were a little red, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Mudblood" means dirty blood, which is an extremely offensive term for a wizard who comes from a Muggle family.Some wizards, such as the Malfoy family, are always full of superiority because of their pure blood.

Although Draco would usually say some offensive and hurtful words to others, this time Roy frowned and couldn't help saying: "Draco, you are going too far."

"Hey, protecting Granger?" Pansy, who had been hanging around Draco, mocked, making her look even uglier. "I didn't expect you to please Gryffindor for Potter, Roy."

Draco turned his head and said to Pansy viciously, "Shut up, Parkinson!"

Pansy was stunned by Draco's fierce attitude, and Roy glanced at her lightly before continuing to the library.She was just passing by.

In the transformation class the next day, Professor McGonagall taught how to turn animals into goblets, and asked Roy to demonstrate.

"Tarantallegra." Roy said the spell, and with the green streamer of her wand, she turned the baby Persian cat that Draco had given her into a silver cup.

"Very good, Miss Lowy, five points for Slytherin."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." She replied lightly, then glanced at Draco who was smiling happily.

Draco felt goosebumps from the uncomfortable look in her eyes.He couldn't help thinking back to what Roy had warned him on the train, maybe she could really do it-turn him into a cat.

Then when he was about to go back to the dormitory after dinner, Draco blocked her in the common room, "Christina, are you eating that mudblood vinegar again?"

Roy's brows frowned even deeper, "I didn't... Also, pay attention to your words."

Draco made Roy angry for a long time because of what happened to Hermione last time, and then he became even more rude to Hermione, but instead of being happy, Roy got into trouble with him again, which is really inexplicable, "You eat wrong Medication, Christina?"

Roy's attitude was indifferent, but he didn't dare to look into Draco's gray eyes, "Draco, words like 'mudblood' are not heard in educated conversations."

He froze for a moment, his pale face turned red with anger from Roy, "Sooner or later, you will regret it because of your quick talk."

"Yes, of course I'm not like you."

"Hmph, I'm just too lazy to argue with you, it's not a gentleman's style." Draco said while raising his hand to loosen his tie.

Roy looked at his hands holding his tie, slender, fair and bony, Draco was born with the perfect hands of a pianist.Roy stared at it for a while, then blushed and walked towards the dormitory: "I don't want to talk to you."

Those beautiful hands suddenly grabbed/caught him, and Roy felt his face get hotter.

Draco pursed his lips, frowned slightly and said awkwardly: "Remember to watch the Quidditch match."

It's the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match again, which means Draco will also be playing.

"I'm going to help Professor Snape sort out the potion formula that day."

"Why?" Draco opened his eyes in confusion.

Roy almost wanted to give him a blank look, and said angrily: "It's not because you have a competition that day, the professor left all these to me." After a pause, she said, "If I can catch up, I will do my best for you." Come on~ If you don't mind I give you a warm hug with armadillo bile."

Draco let go of her hand almost instantly, and said with disgust: "If you dare to touch me dirty, don't let me make potions for you in the future."

Roy stuck out his tongue at him, with a smile in his eyes, "Draco, good night~"

Draco watched Roy trot up the stairs, and sighed helplessly.Forget it, don't bother with her, she should be happy seeing her like that.

On the day of the Quidditch match, the audience seats in the stadium were as full as last year, and this year's Slytherins were especially full of energy.Slytherin had a 90-30 lead over Gryffindor when Roy hurried onto the field from Professor Snape's office, and she spotted Draco among the players flying around in mid-air , after all his platinum blonde hair was too dazzling in the sun.

Soon the game became intense, because the Golden Snitch appeared between Draco and Harry, and the two chased the ball and rushed into the narrow audience. Get closer to the Golden Snitch.And he was distracted and taunted Harry while playing, which is quite powerful in a certain way.

The Quaffle went berserk, chasing Harry and Draco, almost hitting them several times.Draco narrowly dodged the oncoming Quaffle, only to have an uncontrolled broom hit the railing, and his man was thrown hard, seemingly hard.The Slytherins were in an uproar, it all happened so suddenly.

Roy heard cheers from Gryffindor, but she didn't care whether Harry had caught the Snitch.Because of her concentration, her eyes were on Draco, and she watched the medics take Draco away.She had never been so nervous and restless, and even her hands were shaking involuntarily.

**

"Draco!"

The person lying on the hospital bed raised his eyes when he heard the sound. It was Roy. She looked very anxious.Because her blond hair, which was originally very soft, is now a little messy, and her fair complexion is flushed, and she seems to have run over.

"Hi Christina."

The people around Draco automatically moved out of the way, Luo Yang came over and sat on the edge of the bed, panting and asked: "Draco...are you okay?"

He clutched his wrist, frowned and hummed, "Hmm...I feel like I'm going to die of pain..."

Roy's eyes were red, and she looked like she had just cried. She choked up and continued to ask, "Draco, do you have anything you want to eat?"

Draco's face was already pale, and now that he was injured, his blood was gone. "Do you think I can eat now..."

"Then...then what should I do..." Then she seemed to think of something suddenly, turned around and ran out with wide and bright eyes, "I'm going to find out if there is a spell for automatic feeding!"

"Come back!" Draco shouted suddenly, causing Roy to stop. She was stunned by Draco's roar, and Draco coughed weakly, "Ahem, when you find me I'm starving to death..."

"Then what should I do..."

"Are you an idiot?" Draco was a little impatient, "Of course you fed me."

The expressions of the surrounding Slytherins were somewhat subtle, and even the Gryffindor group on the bed were speechless.

Seeing that Roy opened his eyes wide and didn't speak, Draco frowned again and started moaning in pain. At this time, Mrs. Straw hurried into the ward with the raw bone medicine, and said to Draco quickly: " Well, stop screaming, you can be discharged from the hospital." Then he walked to Harry's hospital bed and continued, "If you send it directly, I can repair the bone, but now it is difficult to make the bone grow back."

Poor Harry had a broken bone from that fight, but the unreliable Lockhart insisted on fixing him, and ended up losing all the bones in Harry's arm.

Roy looked at Draco quietly for a few seconds, and then said, "Are you okay? Draco, is it fun to lie to me?"

Seeing Roy turn his head and leave, Draco sat up from the bed and quickly grabbed her hand, "Christina, where are you going?!"

"Let go of me!" Roy shook his hand vigorously.

Draco frowned in pain, "Hiss..."

Roy squinted his eyes at him, trying to find a flaw in his delicate face, then hesitated for a while, grabbed his hand angrily, and rubbed his wrist lightly, "Does it hurt here?" ?”

Perhaps it was Roy's attitude that pleased him, Draco's already tense face softened a lot, he didn't mind that Harry himself was also in the ward, and said sarcastically: "Did you say that Potter drank Blessing Elixir? Can you catch the Golden Snitch while dancing ballet?"

Roy pouted noncommittally, "It seems that you are not only fine but also very energetic." Then she glanced at Goyle and Crabbe, "You guys take him back."