Group favorite daughter [Zhongyingmei]

On the side of the corridor under the shade of the trees, the two people who also have golden hair as bright as the bright sun and also look very good-looking are in the same frame. The picture is beautiful and amazing.

But the students around couldn't believe their eyes when they thought that one of them was the usually arrogant and arrogant Master Malfoy, and the embarrassingly poisonous Slytherin snake.

Didn't Malfoy always hate Muggle-born wizards and ridicule him as a "Mudblood"?Some even suspected that he was the Heir of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed the Muggle-born wizard.

And that very cute little girl wasn't even a wizard.

This is really unbelievable. Didn't see his two followers also look surprised?

In fact, Draco Malfoy didn't expect this to be the development either.

God knows, he couldn't bear her being so close to those Gryffindors, so he wanted to remind her that she was so talented at such a young age, and she should associate with pure-blood families, but as soon as she walked to the edge of the corridor , looking down at those sparkling light blue eyes...

"If you need anything, I can help you."

He also held out his hand to her.

Draco thought to himself, those eyes are really beautiful, much brighter than his gray eyes, shaking hands is normal social etiquette, if she rejects him like Pott did...

Then she definitely didn't do it on purpose, maybe she was just too young and too excited, and didn't know how to respond, he could teach her generously.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief when limp fingers took his hand, and couldn't help showing an expected smile on his pale face.

Her voice was also soft, "Hi, I'm Ella."

The two hands of the children were separated as soon as they were touched. Draco shook his robe and sat next to her, and waved his hands to let the two followers stand aside to avoid the light. He looked at the notebook in her hand, "Are you reviewing the notes?" ?”

Little Ella shook her head, "No, I'm drawing my cat."

She gave him the notebook on her lap. For some reason, the diary absorbed her drawings just now, but one of them didn't pay attention, and spit out the portrait of A Mao again.

The little girl showed him the cat, "My cat is lost, and I am here to look for it."

Draco looked at the portrait, the young master who was asked to be the best in everything since he was a child frowned deeply, "...the painting is good, the features are all out."

It doesn't matter, she is still young and cannot be so demanding.

Ella nodded in agreement, "Slender, with long hair, orange and white body, black tail tip, you can recognize it at a glance."

"But there are no other cats here," Draco raised his chin in a certain direction, "except Professor McGonagall and Filch's Mrs. Norris, and Mrs. Norris is now petrified by the monster in the Chamber of Secrets." .”

"I'm sorry for Mrs. Norris's situation," the little girl pursed her lips, "Amao is very smart, so she shouldn't be in danger...?"

Draco looked at the portrait of the cat again, raised his eyebrows, "I can help you find it, but you have to draw it more clearly, this is not enough for cat hunting notices." If she was not there to explain, he would There's no way it's a cat.

"Thank you very much!" After a pause, the little girl twisted the pen in embarrassment, "But I can only draw like this."

The young master with platinum hair patted his chest without hesitation, "Say, I'll draw."

……

When the Gryffindor Triangle and Neville rushed over in a hurry, what they saw was Draco Malfoy, whose blond hair was combed back and half of his side was exposed, and his lips were slanted. With the usual arrogant smile on his face, he stretched out his arm and tore off a page of some old notebook.

That's Ella's notebook!

The chubby Crabbe and Goyle were still standing behind him. Compared with the figures of the three teenagers, it was pitiful for the little girl with her back to them to have no resistance!

Harry & Ron & Hermione & Neville: ! ! !

Shameless Malfoy bullying children!

"what are you doing!"

The three of them rushed up immediately, and the unexpectedly harmonious atmosphere immediately became tense. Draco, who was tearing up the new portrait of A Mao from his notebook, immediately changed his expression, especially when the other party was coming aggressively. The usual unhappy face became even more unhappy.

Draco pursed his lips and raised his pointed chin, his gray eyes looked at them contemptuously and arrogantly, "Ha, did you throw your brains into the cauldron and explode, dirty mudbloods!"

Hermione's face became ugly, as if she was about to slap her, but was stopped by Ron, and Harry stepped over to block the little girl who hadn't realized what happened, "Return the book to me!" She, Malfoy."

"It's up to you to tell me what to do, Pote, instead of worrying about this, why don't you think about how to not misremember the ingredients of the potion and deduct [-] points!"

With a snort, Draco pushed away Harry Potter who was blocking the way, handed the green leather book to Ella, and waved at her to tear off the paper. Obviously happier, "I'll come to you after class."

The little girl who was stunned by this situation nodded blankly, watching Draco lead the followers away.

Did they...have they misunderstood something?

After the little girl explained the specific situation to them, the Gryffindor trio looked at each other.

"Malfoy would be kind enough to help? I thought he was bullying you." Ron curled his eyebrows in disbelief, "But you don't have to worry, we have always disliked each other for a long time."

"Yes, all Slytherins are like this." Hermione folded her arms and leaned against the pillar, her mouth tightly pursed. "Next time I must let him try it."

Little Ella patted Hermione's arm, "Not angry, not angry." Mudblood is not a good term at first glance, although it is very curious, it is better not to ask.

Harry noticed the piece of paper in Malfoy's hand, "Are you in trouble? We can help too."

Ron nodded quickly, "Yes, you have helped me so much, we have to thank you very much."

"I lost my cat..."

……

Lucius Malfoy, with long platinum hair, gray-blue eyes, pale face and thin chin, heir of the Malfoy family, a pure-blood family, advocates the theory of pure-blood nobility, once joined the Dark Lord Voldemort when he was powerful, Become a prominent member of the Death Eaters and seize the opportunity to gain wealth and status.After the downfall of Voldemort, he used his money and personal rights, as well as his connections with many pure-blood wizard families, to be controlled by the "Imperius Curse" to get rid of the charges of Death Eaters and avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban , returning to upper wizarding society with a perfect reputation.

Not only that, he is proficient in all kinds of black magic, and he is also good at using various interpersonal relationships to obtain the maximum benefit, and can guarantee that he can retreat at any time, and he has taught his son Draco Malfoy in this way since childhood.

But Lucius Malfoy probably didn't expect that one day, he would be powerless in front of a cat.

The back of the soft cushion provided had curse patterns drawn on it, and the veal steak contained poison that could kill a centaur, and all kinds of vicious black magic were useless against it.

Even Voldemort's main soul couldn't last a second under its hands, and was swallowed in one gulp.

Lucius, who was summoned by the Death Eater mark and almost died silently, was sweating in the corner, so when the cat asked where the remaining soul fragments were, he remembered being thrown to Wes by himself. The notebook next to the daughter of the Lai family.

It's a brilliant idea not only to dispose of dark magic items, but also to frame Weasley, who also works at the Ministry of Magic.

As one of the school managers of Hogwarts, he certainly knew about the Slytherin chamber of secrets and the scary monsters, but—if it was discovered that the notebook came from him, the matter would be difficult to deal with, so he judged the situation and asked the cat suggestion.

"At Hogwarts."

The remaining two useless Death Eaters lay neatly on the ground, and Lucius terrifiedly complied with the cat's request.

— that's why he came to Hogwarts to visit his son suddenly.

Wearing a magic robe that wraps half of his body, a snake-headed cane that is luxurious and reserved, and platinum-blond long hair combed back, smooth and docile, Lucius looked around, turned to a corner, bowed his head and said in a low voice, "It's here .”

The cloak moved, and an orange cat jumped out of it. The tip of its pink nose sniffed the air. The cat flicked its tail, and the lazy boy asked, "Where is the notebook?"

Lucius bowed his head slightly to show respect, "It's in the hands of a first-year Gryffindor named Ginny Weasley, but it's already afternoon class time, so it might be in the dormitory."

"Where's the map?"

Lucius immediately unfolded a piece of kraft paper, "This is the general distribution, but the stairs here are moving, so there is no specific route."

A Mao glanced casually, "Lead the way."

Of course, Lucius couldn't get in the girls' dormitory, not to mention the professors and students he might meet, he couldn't explain the portrait of the gatekeeper alone, so Amao sneaked in silently, and Lucius had to do it as usual. I usually go to Dumbledore's office for a brief explanation.

As the soul gem of power itself, there is almost nothing difficult to stop Ah Mao—except that I can’t run too far with a single stone, let alone sneak into the girls’ dormitory. .

What's more, you can't expect the snake-faced bald man in the soul space to guide the way with the fragile connection between souls.

Squatting on the window sill, Ah Mao looked at the students walking back and forth holding books below, the whole cat sighed, turned over and jumped down from the building more than ten meters high——

The black leather shoes fell to the ground lightly, they were clean and did not stir up any dust. The young man with green eyes, wearing a black magic robe, with disheveled black hair and curled up a few locks, moved his feet on the spot. He touched the lightning scar on his forehead, and with his index finger Pushing down his glasses, he mixed into the crowd with a book in his arms.

In Lucius's memory, the person Ginny Weasley loved and admired was Harry Potter, the savior.

What kind of savior, this kind of statement is a bit too half-baked, the young man slandered in his heart, and walked straight towards a certain direction with a smiling expression on his face.

A girl with long red hair and a little freckles is holding a book and discussing with her classmates, "I heard that today's Muggle Studies class is offered in all grades of the four colleges? Isn't this course an elective?"

Another girl shook her head, "I don't know either, but maybe Professor Dumbledore has other arrangements?"

Ginny Weasley asked suspiciously, "When?"

"At lunch today," her companion patted Ginny on the shoulder, "but you haven't been in good health for the past two days, and you can't even go to class. It's normal if you don't know."

Lowering her head slightly, Ginny looked at the corner of her magic robe and said in a low voice, "Well, it's much better now."

"Speaking of which, you missed something very interesting yesterday. We have an exchange student. She and her father are both very good-looking, elegant and gentleman. When we passed by yesterday, they greeted me with a super nice voice!"

"Maybe we can see it today?" Ginny replied absently.

Seeing that she might not have fully recovered, his companion didn't pull her to talk, but he quietly poked her with his arm and whispered, "It's Harry Potter."

Hearing this name, Ginny finally cheered up a bit, she looked up, "Where—ah!"

After stepping on half a step, Ginny fell down uncontrollably. At the critical moment, a strong hand supported her shoulder. With green eyes, the black-haired boy held the book in one hand and supported her with the other, with a concerned look on his face.

The boy with black hair and green eyes asked, "Are you okay?"

Those green eyes seemed to have magical powers. Ginny stared blankly for a few seconds, and then her brain started to work again. Two blushes quickly floated on her cheeks, and she stammered, "No, nothing."

The black-haired boy smiled softly, "As long as you're fine, be careful, class is about to start, go in quickly."

"Oh……"

Ginny finally came to her senses when the black-haired boy's robes disappeared into the other end of the corridor in the wind. She pinched her sleeves to cover her face, and was teased by the little girl who was traveling with her. She took a few steps forward, and then suddenly remembered .

"But didn't Harry have a lesson with us?"

The companion blinked, "Maybe he went the other way."

"Too……"

As soon as he turned the corner, the smile on the black-haired boy's face disappeared, and he frowned slightly, "The washroom, or the women's washroom, it's not good to throw it in the washroom, even if it's thrown into the trash can. "

How could he eat that piece of soul?

I'm afraid it's not embarrassing gems.

After 10 minutes, Myrtle, who was crying on the toilet, floated out screaming, "There is a pervert ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

……

In the huge classroom, the desks are not arranged in a hurry, and many students have already taken their seats.

The little girl was surrounded by them, and the two twin boys with fiery red hair, who looked exactly the same, warmly introduced the professor to her.

The two said in unison, "I'm Fred/George, Ron's older brother."

The little girl looked at them with wide eyes, the same red hair, the same cute freckles, the same big and bright smile, even the height and body shape were very similar!

Twins, amazing!

Fred pushed Ron aside, he seemed to have a cheerful atmosphere, and winked at the little girl, "Thank you for helping the stupid boy find the little mouse, let me introduce you to this class How about it?"

George's ass landed on Harry's chair, "actually we just took this elective"

Fred: "Professor Caredy Bubbaji is usually in charge of Muggle Studies classes."

George: "Although there are not many candidates for the Muggle Studies class, everyone still treats the professor—"

In unison, "I like it very much."

Fred: "Professor Bubbaji called on wizards to learn more from Muggles."

George: "Also published an article in the Daily Prophet defending the Mudbloods fiercely."

Fred blinked. "A Mudblood is a disrespectful term for a Muggle-born wizard."

George: "Compared to pure blood."

Fred looked over at the students in the silver and green ties. "So the Slytherins don't like her very much."

Hermione took out her textbook, "They worship pure-blood families more."

Ella asked, "Draco too?"

"of course."

The twins tentatively raised their hands, tapped the little girl's fleshy cheeks in the crooked eyebrows, and said in unison, "Wow!"

"CUTE!"

The little girl who felt herself looking in the mirror couldn't stop laughing.

Ron, who had been taken by his brother forcibly, looked at it boredly, just in time to see Ginny coming in from the outside, and waved quickly, "Ginny."

Looking this way, Ginny walked over quickly, nodded to Ron, and turned to Harry in the next second, and whispered, "Thank you."

Harry: "What?"

Before Ginny could answer, Hermione patted them all at the same time, "The professor is here."

"Oh!"

Everyone sat down quickly, and Professor Bubaji smiled and signaled them to be quiet, "It's a surprise to have so many students here today, but I'm not the one in class today."

As soon as this remark came out, the whispers started again, and the Slytherin students even closed their books boredly.

Professor Bubaji blinked, "We invite our guest professor, Professor Holmes!"

Crash! There was warm applause, and the little wizards whispered to each other, whispering about the new professor, while Ella blinked in disbelief...

Was it the Sherlock Holmes she thought of?

Yes.

——Wearing a set of low-key tattooed black wizard robes, fluffy brown and black curly hair under a black dome hat, sharp and sober gray-green eyes, thin and pale cheeks, Professor Holmes has a standard fake smile on his face to deal with Mycroft , the magnetic subwoofer sounded in everyone's ears.

"Hello, everyone."

Ella: ...

Great Sherlock!

And she always felt that she had been spotted by those gray-green eyes!

The platinum-haired boy not far away had folded his arms very impatiently, "Professor, why weren't you introduced to us by Professor Dumbledore in the banquet hall?"

"Huh?" The heterochromatic iris made his eyes more green at a certain angle, Sherlock looked away from somewhere, and met another pair of gray and almost blue eyes, "Do you understand the meaning of special invitation? "

The slight sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground successfully silenced the classroom, and Sherlock stepped down from the podium in a few steps. His long black wizard robe did not look bloated at all, and the lines of his long legs appeared as he walked.

The handsome professor turned his head slightly, and spoke a pure English voice from his slightly parted lips, "Where's the mirror?"

The jogging feet under the table paused, and Draco sat up slightly, with an uncomfortable expression on his face, "What?"

"Expensively dressed, well groomed, not able to get back to your room after lunch so you had your hair restyled and pomaded an hour ago, obviously the bathroom isn't what you need, what puts you in a good mood, a new friend?"

Draco raised his head angrily, "I..."

However, it was immediately interrupted again, "You want to say that you have no friends, yes, you don't, but fortunately you have just discovered a possibility. Arrogant and conceited, he loves face and strives for strength, and his family is well-respected, but admirers and admirers On the contrary, it makes you feel irritable, oh, like he he he he he he he he he? It seems that your relationship is not good. You can’t choose your communication partner independently. This comes from the long-term influence of your father. Jealousy makes you cling to everything..." He paused suddenly, "Allright."

The guest professor dusted his robe with his fingers, "It looks like you have other things to do, be careful not to drop the comb in your pocket when you leave in anger."

Master Malfoy tossed his robe and disappeared angrily at the door of the classroom. Every little wizard in the classroom looked at Sherlock with a bit of horror.

"OK, given Mr. Malfoy's disrespectful remarks... Caredy?"

Looking at Caredy Bubbaji, the professor who was already his friend was very happy to open his hand to signal, Sherlock turned around, and said lightly, "Ten points for Slytherin."

hiss!

The little girl noticed that Ron's eyes were even more horrified - a premonition of cold lips and teeth.

"No matter your inherent impression of Muggles is a carriage or an oil lamp, I don't care about ordinary people's daily life and travel methods. In this class, I will tell you the Muggle world at this moment."

A wand was shaken up and down in the big good-looking hand. Sherlock looked at the quills and notebooks on the table, frowned a little dissatisfied, and glanced down casually, "Ayla?"

The little girl sitting on the raised chair: "...huh?"

Sherlock ignored the sights from all directions and picked up his wand casually, "Show them."

"Oh……"

The little girl sat on the chair without moving, she swiped her right hand in front of her, and a blue virtual screen appeared instantly, which made all the little wizards around who were worried that the little girl would cry because of the new professor's venomous tongue gasped.

professor!Do wizards have this spell? !

Professor Holmes raised his eyebrows on the stage, "3D."

Puffing her cheeks, she quietly glanced at Sherlock. The little girl spread her hands flat, and the flat screen stood in her palms. With the suddenly opened hands, she changed from a two-dimensional plane to a three-dimensional three-dimensional plane, and then pushed flatly——

In the sun, the extremely dazzling golden-red steel battlesuit under the feet of the thrusters burst into flames, roaring and flying over everyone in the classroom, and the sonic boom cloud formed by breaking through the sound barrier is enough to be crazy and passionate just from the picture!

Some young Muggle-born wizards already clenched their fists excitedly, "It's Iron Man!"

professor!I want to learn this! ! !

Sherlock frowned slightly, with a casual tone, "Superheroes, mutants, mages, of course, including consulting detectives. I'm really jealous of your minds, it's simple and peaceful, it hardly turns, shake it now, and continue if there is no sound of water." ..."

……

"I promise! This is absolutely the best Muggle studies class ever!"

"Iron Man is super cool! He can fly without a broom!"

"Winged mutants are super pretty too!"

"Are mages so powerful?! I want to learn too! Wouldn't it be super convenient to watch movies in the future!"

"Muggles have grown to this extent, my God."

"So what, technology can't stop the curse."

"But mages can..."

Amidst the chirping discussions, the little girl said goodbye to them, followed Sherlock quietly into the office, looked at his wand and robe with bright eyes, "Sherlock, where did you go that day?"

Let her look curiously, Sherlock lay on the chair with long legs up to the table, and glanced at her boredly, "I met a pink conservative woman, the political system of wizards is much more boring than I thought. "

"and then?"

"Diagon Alley, Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts."

"..." Little Ella thought for a while, this was probably his road map, "Is it the arrangement of McCoff? I didn't expect you to come back here to teach."

"Dumbledore and Mycroft's little secret. I didn't expect you to stop me when I was reasoning, that boy," Sherlock paused, "Oh, the new friend is you."

"You can't treat him like this in front of so many people. Draco is actually quite nice, and he even promised to help me find A Mao." The little girl said, "What if he uses magic on you when he gets angry?"

Sherlock turned to look at her quietly, and the little girl blinked.

"Okay, I'll protect you."

"Then let's find my dad, shall we? Dad is looking for A Mao inside and outside the castle."

The invited professor covered his forehead in boredom, "OK, a group of ordinary goldfish with special powers."

The little girl walking in front turned her head, "What about me?" She also has special powers.

"Silly puffer fish."

"……Humph!"

However, before they got outside the castle, the whole ground shook suddenly. Ella lost her footing and almost fell down. She was wrapped up by Sherlock, jumped to a safe place in a few steps, and followed the chaotic screaming little girl. The wizards moved back for a long distance, and only then did they care to see what happened.

"earthquake?"

Sherlock didn't move his eyes, "No, it's underground."

Accompanied by his voice, the ground of the entire hall suddenly collapsed, and a dark green tail with hard scales was thrown out from the hole, and it slapped on the floor like a huge whip, stirring up The falling stones and the overturned fountain almost hit many students who were too late to evacuate.

Mr. Detective narrowed his eyes slightly, "Snake."

A dying snake.

From the peeled off scales and scratches, it can be seen that it was fighting a fierce beast, and it looked like it was an overwhelming victory.

What animal can have such power?

The professors rushed over one after another, holding their wands tightly and pointing at the hole where the giant snake's corpse lay beside it. Under everyone's high vigilance, a fluffy paw touched the broken stone slab.

Climbing up the giant snake's corpse, the messy orange cat purred and shook the dust and water stains on its body, and was about to leave when its eyes lit up, and it rushed in one direction!

Pursing his lips tightly, Snape, who was in that direction, gripped his wand tightly, and saw——

The cat ran up to the little girl who was also running over, grabbed her knee, and pitifully raised a paw with a broken hair.

"Meow……"