HP Wizard Age

Ron got a Howler letter!

The news immediately spread throughout the restaurant.The restaurant suddenly fell silent, and almost everyone looked at Ron.

Draco swallowed the cake and smiled gloatingly.

The content of the roaring letter did not live up to everyone's expectations, and he scolded Ron severely, and Draco imitated the content of the roaring letter on the way to the classroom.

The next class happened to be Defense Against the Dark Arts. Slytherin and Gryffindor were together. Draco laughed routinely. Harry and Ron looked sleepy, and Draco was speechless for a moment. Come.

"Let's think about how to deal with the class of Professor Lockhart, who is more flamboyant than a peacock." She had no hope for this class this semester.

"You don't like him? I think many girls in Hogwarts like him." Draco said casually.

"I don't like flirtatious old men." Asteria replied with a calm voice, word by word.

Draco: ...he didn't expect the answer to be this.

Harry and Ron, who could clearly hear it at the next table: ... that's the right idea!Is Hermione an old man who likes flirting?

When Professor Lockhart handed out the quiz, Asteria felt that she and all the boys in the class were about to collapse.

"What's Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? Oh Merlin's all about himself, how do I know?" Asteria heard Ron whisper from the next-door group.

Draco frowned, also looking disgusted.

"Don't look at me, I don't know." Asteria shrugged when she saw Draco looking at her.

In the end, they guessed and guessed and wrote down the answers and handed them in.

"Hardly anyone knows that I like lavender best, oh, except Miss Hermione Granger, good girl!"

Astria's eyes widened, watching the professor wink at Hermione in shock.

My Merlin!Astria raised her forehead.

"Okay, my duty is to teach you how to face dark creatures and the fear in your heart." Lockhart tapped a small iron cage with his wand, and there was a chirping sound from inside.

"Of course you can rest assured that you will not lose a hair with me."

With a flick of a brush, the cover on the outside of the cage was lifted—it was a Cornish leprechaun.

Many people in the class laughed because the goblins were not dangerous.

"Go ahead and laugh, then let me see what you're capable of." Lockhart suddenly opened the cage, and the Cornish goblin screamed and ran around.

"Merlin!" Asteria and Draco hid under the table, and Draco pulled back the cloak to wrap them both in.

But Asteria's hair was exposed and was grabbed.

Oh!pain!

Astria felt that her scalp was about to be torn off, she yanked back her hair, "Professor Lockhart, I really don't want to call him a professor if I can!"

"All petrified!" Draco directly petrified a goblin who was pulling their cloak.

"All still!" Astria, who was tugging on the cloak with the goblin, finally heard Hermione shout.So she quickly patted Draco, and the two of them got out of their cloaks to watch the goblin float in mid-air.

And that Professor Lockhart called Harry and the three of them to put all the goblins into cages, and then disappeared.

"His Medal of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, is fake?" Draco's unruly posy hair was turned up a few locks now, and Asteria's neat curly hair was also messed up.

Crabbe also had a red mark from a goblin's claw on his face.Neville of Gryffindor hung directly from the chandelier, and the skeleton of the dragon was scattered all over the place.

This is a really bad class!

"Just now! Which! Pulled! My hair!?" Asteria stared at the goblins around her with fascinated eyes.

A goblin rolled her eyes in a panic, trying to float in another direction.

"It's you!" Asteria quickly saw it. Under the surprised eyes of others, she flicked her finger on the forehead of the little elf, and bounced it back into the cage.

The goblins around her looked terrified and wanted to swim to the side.

Astria straightened her hair, said goodbye to Hermione, and walked out of the classroom, while Draco had already waved away the surrounding goblins and ran out of the classroom.

"I'm going to tell my dad! Tell that Lockhart to go!" Draco's hair was still up, his cloak tilted over his shoulders.

Asteria waved her wand and helped Draco straighten his hair and cloak, "Draco, it's a rare time that I totally agree with you."

"Oh thank you." Draco didn't care about the other teasing in Asteria's words, but instead he said in a daze.

"You really didn't get hit on the head by the goblin?" Astria asked curiously.

Draco: ...Damn Knightley.

At lunch, Draco told Astria that he was going to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"How to get in? Selection?" Asteria asked while eating the cake that Draco gave her.

In the first grade, the after-dinner cakes and candies that Asteria ate were basically handed to her by Payne, and she didn't need to reach out for them at all.

And after Payne graduated this year, Draco seemed to take over Payne's work naturally. Of course, he did this in the first grade, as if he was addicted to it. Pass things over because sometimes her little dimples come out.

"I still need to audition?" Draco took her favorite chocolate cake a little further away.

"No, no, no need! Draco's flying skills are the best!"

Satisfied, Draco stuffed the cake into Astria's hand.

"Then can I go too?" She took a bite.

"You? No more than five meters in flight class?"

"I'm hiding something!" Astria, who was underestimated, snorted angrily.

In the end, Draco took Asteria to the Quidditch team training ground in Slytherin.

It wasn't until Astria got there that he knew what Draco meant.

Lucius Malfoy gave Slytherin seven Nimbus 2001.

Astria was convinced, not everyone could do this—it was as if they were spending money while they were clearly capable.

There must be no question that Draco would be Quidditch's Seeker.

And Flint, for the sake of Malfoy and the Knightley family, agreed to Asteria's participation in the selection.

After all, there are no girls in Slytherin's team, and some noble ladies don't want to participate in such a barbaric competition.

"You haven't said what selection you're participating in." Draco asked next to Asteria.

"Although I can hit the ball well, I am a goalkeeper." Because her family only allows her to be a goalkeeper.

Astria sat leisurely on Draco's broom and successfully intercepted more than a dozen balls from the players.

None fell.

The Knightley family has the ability to train and respond, and blocking the ball has no pressure on her. Of course, it is the reason why her family allows her to be a goalkeeper. It will not be too dangerous...

In addition to keeping the goal, the ball must be thrown to the players hard.

It is also easy for Astraia who can split three bricks.Of course, Slytherin didn't want to let go of good players, so Asteria and Draco became Quidditch players together.

There was a new team member to be trained. Flint asked Professor Snape to sign the slip. When Professor Snape knew that their team had a new female player, he was silent and signed it.

Let's hope nothing happened to that little Knightley troll, Snape thought in light of previous incidents.

It may be true that the road to each other is narrow, and the Quidditch teams of Slytherin and Gryffindor meet on a narrow road.