[HP] The Last Demon King

In the first four days of school, Eridins has already won [-] points for Slytherin, and even Slytherin's own people were taken aback by her, and almost all the extra points for each class were taken away by her alone. Eridins added house points to Slytherin at a daily pace, and even Snape would give her a smile when he saw her recently.

On Friday, the second year of Slytherin finally ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Malfoy was talking to Goyle and Crabbe sitting on his right, and Eridins watched quietly on his left. With textbooks, there is still a while to start class, but almost everyone in the classroom has arrived.

Parkinson came over from behind and sat down next to Eridins, and Greengrass sat down too, and in an instant, the row was full.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked across Eridins.

"Why can't I sit with you when she can sit with you?" Parkinson said coquettishly.

"When did I stop letting you sit?" Malfoy said impatiently.

Both eyes met her face, and Eridins felt a little irritated, just at that moment the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor came in, and Lockhart, wearing a conspicuous white tuxedo, strode from the back row to the podium: "Yes, everyone They all came here early, wanting to learn some of my unique insights into black magic—you won’t be disappointed, I have a lot to teach you, but—” He drew his voice, and joked at the students below Blinking quietly: "Before that, we have to do a test first, don't worry, a small test to check how well you read."

There were several boos in the classroom, and Lockhart pretended not to hear it, and said while handing out the test paper: "Gryffindor just took this test in the last class, and I have to say, I am very sad that only a very few High marks personally and I hope things get better here."

Eridins got the test paper and looked at it. Malfoy next to him was already lying on the table trembling with laughter. Parkinson looked at the test paper in his hand with disgust and said, "Oh—what is this, Lockhart? What's your biggest achievement so far?" Others in the classroom also reacted similarly, some with expressions of seeing shit, and some with distorted expressions from suppressed laughter.

After the test papers were collected, Lockhart flipped through them while shaking his head and said, "It's worse than Gryffindor, no one remembers my birthday - it's on the back cover, every book has it on the back cover, you should really pay attention Down."

Parkinson burst out laughing, as Lockhart exclaimed, "It's a relief to me that one of the students answered all the questions correctly, she must have put a lot of time and thought into my book— —Miss Eridence Selwyn, full marks! Let us see where this lady is—”

Eridins raised her hand amidst the stunned gazes.

"Very well! Ten points for Miss Eridence Selwyn!"

Aridins put her hands down, and Lockhart finally began to give the lecture. Malfoy looked at her like he was watching a troll: "How on earth did you answer it? Did you..."

"So you like Lockhart, my God!" Parkinson exaggeratedly covered his mouth and whispered.

"I previewed the book," Eridins wrote on the table.

"You're lucky to see that kind of stuff—" Malfoy said contemptuously.

"Because there may be opportunities for extra points."

Eridins never forgot the decisions she made, she was the one who walks the talk.

Parkinson snorted strangely, but didn't say that Eridins liked Lockhart anymore. Malfoy also restrained his smile, stopped chatting with Goyle and Braque, and began to listen to the class.

I don't know when, there have been rumors that Eridins has a crush on Malfoy in the school. Although there are many rumors that there are many people who have a crush on Malfoy in Slytherin, no one is as topical as Eridins——

"I heard that their family all worked for the mysterious man, and so did Malfoy, two notorious families." On the family background.

"It seems that she has never known who her biological father is. You think it can't be a Muggle?" In terms of blood.

"I don't mind the bloodline, I think she's pretty." Appearance.

"The point is, have you ever seen such a smart witch? No, not smart, I don't think she's human at all—" Intellectually.

"It's a pity that he is a mute." A concluded.

"It's a pity to like Malfoy." B concluded.

Eridins came out from behind the bookcase with the books she needed, past the two transfixed Hufflepuffs.

The first-year Selwyn, the mute Selwyn, the black-haired Selwyn, were infatuated with Malfoy, and this was not the first time she had heard such remarks.

Eridings didn't know if Malfoy had heard this kind of remarks, but some people must have heard it. Recently, Parkinson looked at her as if a hole was about to be seen.

Although Eridins was with Malfoy during classes and meals, sometimes she was alone, such as when going to the library—one day, she was taken by Parkinson on the way to the library. A group of girls blocked the way.

"Selwyn, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking, you'd better get rid of it! Draco and you are not the same kind of people, you are just a mixed race, you are lucky enough to stay with Draco , don't think about things that don't belong to you." Parkinson didn't care what Eridins thought, and he sent a series of warnings to his head and face.

Eridings stopped and looked at the group of them. Parkinson was terrified by her look, and Eridings' feat a year ago came to her mind again: "What do you want? Parkinson is not like Shafiq My third-rate family, if you dare to touch me, our family will not let it go—"

Eridins' light spots finally began to dance, "I'm not interested. So any of you can go after him...I know some of you like him." Eridins thought for a while, and added He said: "But it must be blond, and the whole family likes blond hair."

Although Eridins didn't mean anything deeply, the dark brown-haired Parkinson blushed and looked at her angrily. Among the group of girls, a few blondes blushed while refuting the suspicious eyes of their companions.

Aridins left them and went into the library, and after a while she heard an argument breaking out outside.

Although Zabini in the same grade has changed countless girlfriends, Eridins has only recently felt that the focus of life of her peers has begun to change—from some dead things to living opposite sexes, for example, Ai Ridings felt that there were more girls hanging around Malfoy recently, but Malfoy seemed to think that broomsticks and Harry Potter next door were more attractive than a girlfriend so far.

Whether or not the Malfoys only like blondes, Eridins has decided that Malfoy's girlfriend has to be blonde, she can't imagine a girl with red or brown hair sandwiched between three golden heads, she doesn't like that scene.

Malfoy is an appearanceist, so his girlfriend needs to have an outstanding appearance, and besides that, she must be smart enough to keep up with Malfoy's death rhythm. According to the situation of Malfoy's family, she has to be pure Blood, coming from a big family, being well-bred...with all of that, Aridins would be delighted to bear the title of Mrs. Malfoy—provided she had blond hair, of course.

Thanks to Parkinson, Eridins subconsciously paid attention to every blonde girl in the library that afternoon, but unfortunately, none of them met her requirements.

At the end of the month, Malfoy suddenly announced his entry into the Slytherin team when the public room was most crowded, and he would be in charge of the Seeker. Parkinson and the others cheered cooperatively, and then Malfoy was proud again He proudly announced that his father had donated six Nimbus 2001s to the Slytherin team. As soon as the news came out, the whole lounge was boiling. Malfoy enjoyed this feeling very much, and he showed a smug smile: "Tomorrow I will start Training, I can't wait."

The next day was Saturday, as Malfoy said, she didn't see him the whole day, Eridins thought the training lasted for a whole day, but since noon, she saw other players appear one after another, except Malfoy's figure.

"Where's Malfoy?" Eredins asked, grabbing a random player. The opponent was tall and strong, and looked like a senior, but Eredins didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"I don't know." The other party looked at her in astonishment: "We disbanded at eleven o'clock."

Eridins still didn't see Malfoy in the dining room until dinner time. She searched around the castle but couldn't find him, and finally saw a golden head practicing alone in the stadium on the roof on a broom.

He was still flying in the sky when Aridens walked to the stadium. Aridins found a random place and sat down, silently watching him practice all kinds of difficult flips and accelerations in the air.

It wasn't until nightfall that Malfoy descended from the broom. At this moment, he saw Eridins who was waiting, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Eridins took out the bread and milk from her robe, and although she covered them, it was cold after two hours, and Eridins cast a small warming spell again before giving them to Malfoy .

"...uh, thanks..." Malfoy said for the first time.

He sat down beside Eridins in silence, and ate the bread without saying a word.

Aridins suddenly reached out and stroked his hair.

"What are you—what are you touching me for!" Malfoy threw his head back, looking at Eredins in surprise.

That's what Aridins had seen Mrs. Malfoy do in her dream.

"You're not happy," Eridins wrote.

Malfoy stopped talking again, and Eridins continued to touch his hair. At first he would hide, but then he didn't bother to hide, and finished drinking the milk with his head up.

Eridins looked at her hands, feeling inexplicably that there was no need to clean them.

"Just wait and see, I'm going to beat the crap out of Potter this time and show him who gets in through the back door." He said viciously, squeezing his glass.