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

It's autumn, and the damp and cold air is blowing.The golden leaves of the sycamore tree are occasionally blown down by the wind and fall on the ground. It has just rained, and patterns that are wet by the leaves appear on the bluestone pavement.

The dark and desolate path was deserted, the lake was flowing in the distance, and the subtle sound of dead leaves being crushed was very clear. Draco walked quickly towards the castle, but unexpectedly saw a hazy orange lamp. The warm light is getting closer.

Under the cold moonlight, the girl stood among the stone pillars, looking indifferent and distant, as if nothing in this world had anything to do with her, and she was the only one, independent from the world.

"Didn't I tell you to go back to school first?" Draco held her hand, with a helpless tone, "Your hands are so cold."

"I'm going back first." Luo Yi said with a smile, "But when it's dark, I'm afraid the road will be difficult to walk, so I'll go get a lamp and wait for you."

Draco took the oil lamp in her hand and held it high to illuminate the road ahead, "There is no carriage at this late hour, you have to walk back with me."

"It's okay." Roy's beautiful ice-blue eyes looked at the sycamore tree beside the road, "I didn't notice the scenery here before, and it's nice to walk back to school hand in hand with you."

Beside the winged boar stone pillar at the gate of the castle, the students' luggage was piled up, and a few Aurors were standing next to them. After Draco and Roy entered the castle, they were also stopped by Filch and searched.

Draco endured Filch's rough examination of his whole body with the detector, and then Filch opened his black leather case and picked up a silver snake-headed staff from inside, "What are you doing with this stick? ?”

Draco frowned in displeasure, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "It's not a stick, you idiot! It's a cane!"

"Then what do you want a cane for?" Filch looked at Draco, "It's considered an assault weapon!"

"It's okay, Mr. Filch," Snape's voice sounded from not far away, and he walked towards Draco, "I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy."

Draco dodged Lucius' snake-headed staff as if Filchi would stain it in a second if he touched it, and dragged Roy toward the castle in a hurry without even looking at Snape.

The auditorium was decorated with many floating candles as usual, and the crystal cups on the long table were shining brightly. After the students had finished their sumptuous dinner, all the empty plates were removed and delicate desserts were replaced.

Draco didn't move much, even his fork and knife were almost clean.He glanced briefly at Roy beside him, and flicked his wand to move the chocolate cake that she couldn't reach to her, just so that she could smile happily, "Thank you, Draco, I just wanted to eat this. "

Draco didn't speak, and smiled slightly at Roy, then continued to lower his eyes and think about his own affairs.

When everyone was about to finish eating, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again, and Roy watched in surprise as Harry, who was late, quickly walked towards the long table in Gryffindor, half-dried blood was all over his nose and face.

Harry looked resentfully in Draco's direction, and the latter let out a soft snort, and lazily said, "You have a handsome face, Potter."

Seeing Harry's appearance, he wanted to rush over and have a fight with Draco, but Dumbledore's voice attracted everyone's attention: "Good evening everyone! First of all, we are very happy to welcome a new professor , Professor Slughorn! It was a former colleague of mine who agreed to return to his old job as Potions teacher."

"Potions class?" Roy wondered if he heard it wrong. He originally thought that Slughorn was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"At the same time, Professor Snape will be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Snape held up his hand. He had been applying for the position for years and finally got his wish.The Slytherin table erupted into applause, and none of the Gryffindors seemed to like the decision very much.

"You know that you were all searched when you came tonight, and you have a right to know why - Voldemort and his entourage are once again making waves, and their power is growing. I need to emphasize that the current situation is very dangerous. Every day , Every hour, maybe at this very moment, the forces of darkness are trying to infiltrate this castle. Therefore, I ask you to strictly abide by every safety rule set by the teacher, no matter how annoying those rules may be, especially abide by not getting out of bed after lights out I believe that for the safety of yourself and others, you will definitely restrain your behavior. Well, I know you should rest well now and prepare for class tomorrow, so let’s say good night!"

Dumbledore finished his speech, and Draco held his chin in the air the whole time, as if he didn't care about anything.

Roy looked at his absent-minded look, kissed his cold cheek, and said softly: "Draco, I think we are going to lead new students."

"Hmm." He recovered from his thoughts, responded briefly, stood up and pushed the seat behind him, making a harsh rubbing sound.

Draco looked absent-minded all the way, and then he was taken aback when he saw Roy following him back to the dormitory, "Christina...why are you here?"

"I've been following you," Roy naturally took off his robe and hung it on the hanger, "it's just that someone didn't know what he was thinking and didn't notice me at all."

"Don't you need to pack your luggage?" Draco asked, subconsciously looking for Blaise.

"The sixth grade has a lot of free time, I can tidy up tomorrow." Roy waved his wand, and Draco's suitcase opened automatically, and each piece of clothing inside floated into the closet automatically, "Brace In the common room... you don't seem to welcome me?"

"Of course not." Draco said quickly.

"I suppose you hurt Potter's nose?"

"That's right," he replied lightly, taking off Roy's rose hair ornament and holding her soft blonde hair in his hands, "When he was on the train, he followed you and Blaise into the compartment and hid in the luggage. Eavesdrop on our conversation from the shelf."

"How did he come in? I didn't see him at all." Roy raised his eyebrows.

"He has an invisibility cloak." Draco let go of Roy, and he took out the snake-headed staff that was almost cut off by Filch from the suitcase. Vulnerable, Roy knew he must be missing his father.

"Don't worry too much, Draco," Roy whispered softly, "I'm here to ask you what courses you're taking in sixth grade."

Draco returned his gaze to her face, with a dazed expression, "It doesn't matter, as long as it's just like you."

"You have been selected as the captain of Quidditch, so you should take less lessons." Roy sat at Draco's desk, crossed something out on a form, and asked, biting his fingertips, "Um... Potions... are you going to take Slughorn's class?"

Unexpectedly, Draco nodded, and he finally showed a familiar smug look, "Of course, Potter's Potions grade in OWLs was only a pass, which means he can't study this class."

On the second day, the potions class room was filled with pink steam that had never appeared before, and it exuded a charming smell. Roy seemed to smell the sweet aroma of snacks and the elegant aroma of water lilies, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled her body.

Through the dense steam, Draco's handsome face was a little hazy, and Roy saw that he was also taking a deep breath slowly, as if he was obsessed with the smell, and the pair of deadly gray-blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, looking towards him .

The door was opened again, and Draco's expression turned ugly when he saw the person coming.

"Oh, Harry! I was starting to worry that you weren't coming, but I didn't expect you to bring friends!" Slughorn greeted enthusiastically, "Get out your textbooks!"

"Sorry, neither Ron nor I have any textbooks, and no ingredients." Harry stammered, "Because...we didn't expect to have Advanced Potions."

"It doesn't matter, go to the cabinet and pick one." Slughorn continued his lecture. "I just said that I prepared several potions to open your eyes. Does anyone know what these are?"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to Roy, and looked at Roy expectantly, as if expecting her to tell him, but Hermione scrambled to raise her hand.Slughorn was a little unhappy, but still raised his chin to signal her to speak.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that compels those who drink it to tell the truth."

"Very well, what about this one?"

"It's Polyjuice Potion, Professor."

Roy glanced at the slowly bubbling, muddy liquid in the second cauldron. She didn't mind Hermione answering the question before her, because she didn't even bother to speak.

Slughorn pointed to the cauldron emitting pink steam. "And this, dear Miss Lowy, Christina, tell me what this is?"

She glanced at Hermione, who was somewhat dissatisfied, and replied lazily, "Love potion."

"Exactly!" said Slughorn cheerfully, pushing his already distended stomach forward again, and the buttons on his waistcoat were about to burst. "It's the most powerful love potion in the world." , it smells different from person to person, according to what one likes... What do you smell, dear?"

Draco raised his eyes, fixed his fiery eyes on Roy, she pursed her lips and smiled, her cheeks were blush, and even her voice softened unconsciously: "The creamy taste of pastry, and ... the smell of Draco."

There was a booing in the classroom, and Draco laughed too, seeming to have forgotten his displeasure at Harry being able to attend Advanced Potions class.

Slughorn pressed his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, "Of course, love potions can't really create love. Love can't be created or imitated. This kind of potion can only lead to strong obsession or infatuation. This is probably the case. This is the most dangerous potion in this classroom." He picked up another small glass jar, which contained a golden liquid, "The last potion is a strange potion called Felix Elixir. But everyone calls it—luck potion.”

The eyes of the whole classroom were on Slughorn, including Draco, who put away his previous casual attitude and listened intently to what the professor said next.

"It is very complicated to brew, and if you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if you brew it properly, you only need to take a sip, and you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed...until the effect of the medicine wears off." Felicity Elixir in a small bottle With a seductive luster, like molten gold, "This is my prize for you today, as long as you can concoct a Living Hell Potion within an hour, you can get this small bottle of Felix Elixir, The formula is on the tenth page of the textbook, but I want to emphasize that only the person who does the best will get this prize. Anyway, good luck to you, let’s get started!"

Roy had never seen Draco so seriously in any Potions class. He pursed his lips and cut valerian root quickly, while looking at the next steps in the book, and then hurried to the storage cabinet to get some Sleepy Bean is back.Undoubtedly, he really wanted the Felicia Potion, and since he wanted it, Roy would of course help him.

Ten minutes later, the entire classroom was filled with light blue steam, and of course Draco made the fastest progress. Roy was helping him stir the potion counterclockwise, his eyes were red from the heat.

Draco watched the pale pink liquid in his cauldron gradually become as clear as water, he smiled in surprise, and excitedly hugged Roy into his arms, which he had never dared to do in class before, "Great Yes, Christina!"

"Okay! Time!" Slughorn yelled. "Stop stirring, please!" He walked slowly across the desks, checking each cauldron in turn. He walked past Ron's pot of blue mixture and saw De Laco's potion, nodded approvingly, "Very good, Mr. Malfoy."

The potions of the surrounding students were so bad that Draco was sure that the vial of Felix was his own, but Slughorn walked up to Harry's desk and shouted: "Excellent, excellent Yes, Harry! Take it, I mean what I say, and I'll give you a bottle of Felicia, use it!"

Draco clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Professor, I think you must know my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy, right?"

"Yeah," Slughorn said without looking at him, "I'm sorry to hear he's dead, but that's to be expected, at such an advanced age and suffering from dragon's blight..."

It seemed that the new professor wasn't going to treat Draco as favorably as Snape did.Roy stretched out his fingers from his sleeve, and swept all the materials on the table into the crucible. The potion, which was like clear water, turned into a pot of liquid with a strange color and a smoky smell.

"Miss Lowy," Slughorn's face suddenly became ugly, "what's going on?"

"Sorry, professor, my hand slipped." She replied lightly.

"Then unfortunately, you will get a Poor."

Roy raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Go ahead, but I don't think Harry's potion is better than Draco's."

Slughorn flung his arms dramatically and said, "Oh dear, I bet one drop of Harry's Living Hell Potion could kill everyone in this room."

"Really?" Roy took Draco's hand and said with a smile before leaving the classroom, "Then why don't you try it yourself?"