[HP] The Last Demon King

When the students were all there, Hagrid led them to a fence outside the Forbidden Forest.

"Now—the first thing you have to do is open your books—"

There was a sneer on Malfoy's mouth, and those who knew him well knew that it meant that someone was going to be unlucky.

"How to open it?" Malfoy's voice was usually cold, and he picked up his textbook, the "Book of Monsters" that was tied up with a rope and was still spinning and struggling in the air.

Others also took out books, but no one subdued these aggressive books.

"No one can open these books?" Hagrid looked dejected. "You should stroke—" He took Granger's book, tore off the tape that bound the book, and stroked the spine of the book. With a stroke, the book that wanted to bite lay quietly on his hand.

"Oh, how stupid we are!" Malfoy sneered. "We should be reading these books! Why didn't we think of that!"

"I... I thought these books would make you guys happy..." Hagrid said to Granger, looking weak.

"What a joy!" Malfoy went on. "A book that wants to bite our fingers off!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Potter said grimly.

Eridins originally wanted to persuade Malfoy, but when she heard Potter speak, she had no choice but to keep silent. If she spoke at this time, Malfoy would undoubtedly classify her as speaking for Potter.

Hagrid had lost his self-confidence at this time, he hesitated for a while before remembering that he should go to the magical beasts now, and he fled here with a relieved expression.

"This place is going to die," Malfoy said loudly. "If my dad knows that stupid people like this teach at Hogwarts, he won't lose his temper—"

As soon as Eridins moved her fingers, Potter's voice came again: "Shut up, Malfoy!"

It was not a pleasant experience to be blocked twice by the same person. Eridins looked at Potter coldly. In order to do Hagrid justice.

"You'd better run away, Scarhead, maybe the stupid man will bring a dementor here." Before Malfoy finished speaking, there was laughter, and Potter flushed.

Suddenly someone screamed and pointed across the paddock, and Eridins saw Hagrid approaching with twelve hippogriffs on a lead.

"Look, these beautiful guys are hippogriffs!" Hagrid waved at them cheerfully, sweeping away his previous gloom.

Eridins looked at these hippogriffs. If these colorful birds are considered beautiful in the eyes of normal people, then her big head must also be the most beautiful owl among owls. Thinking about it this way, it is okay for it to call itself "peerless". Understood.

Hagrid had people look at them up close, but no one wanted to, and Eridins wasn't afraid, but she didn't want to bow to the beasts first, and even Snape didn't enjoy her bowing , let alone let her face these birds and beasts.

"I'll do it." Potter stepped forward first in order to save Hagrid from the siege.

He climbed over the fence, walked towards the hippogriff, and bowed to it as Hagrid said. The hippogriff named Buckbeak accepted him, and Potter was admired by everyone. With envious eyes, he rode Buckbeak and flew around in the air.

"Well done, Harry!" Hagrid called. "Who else wants to try?"

Encouraged by Potter, everyone stepped over the fence and walked cautiously towards the hippogriff. Hagrid unchained all the hippogriffs, and Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe chose Buckby. Eridings watched Buckbeak bow to Malfoy, and while Malfoy patted his beak, he said lazily to Eridins, "Would you like to try it?" ?”

Aridins shook her head, and he didn't invite again. Instead, he said slowly in a voice that could be heard by the audience: "I knew it would be easy—if Potter can do it , that must be very easy, don't you think, this big ugly beast?"

Eridins vaguely felt that he was going to kill him halfway through hearing it, but before she could stop it, Malfoy was swung by Bobby Buck. They were too close, and Malfoy just blinked. Crouched on the ground, his robes and grass were stained with blood, and Bobby Buck was still struggling in Hagrid's hand, trying to rush to Malfoy.

Eridins never thought that one day she would see Malfoy covered in blood, she never said a word to him, never thought that one day he would bleed and scream in front of her eyes.

A feeling of anger stronger than the loss of the Academy Cup filled his body.

"I'm dying! Look! It's killing me!" Malfoy yelled in horror, "No! Somebody help me—he has to get out of here—" Hai, who was extremely pale, Greg walked towards Malfoy in a panic, but the huge ice spear that fell from the sky landed at his feet and stopped him.

The chaotic crowd fell silent, and even Malfoy, who was shouting endlessly, opened his mouth and forgot to speak for a moment.

Eridins walked up to him, first cast a hemostatic spell on his wound, and then used a levitation spell to control him to float into the air. She looked at the long and deep wounds on his arm, and tried her best to pull him away. Pulling the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I'll take you to the school hospital."

"I..." Hagrid just uttered a syllable, and the three words "it's all right" turned into a huge "get off" in the air.

Eridings has never lost her temper. Even in the Shafiq incident that has been widely spread, Eridings just smashed her into a broken bone with the expression of eating and going to class. Seeing her angry now, it is just Even the Slytherins felt a bone-chilling chill.

After Aritins sent Malfoy to the school hospital, Pomfrey, without being surprised, immediately stopped Malfoy's bleeding skillfully: "Don't be afraid, child, you will be fine—"

Malfoy lay dying on the bed, the white sheets were stained with red spots.

Eridins felt a little uncomfortable, as if she couldn't breathe, she could only silently hold Malfoy's other hand.

Malfoy held her hand back tightly, it was hard to tell whose hand was colder, his face was pale and bloodless, he didn't know whether it was blood loss or fright.

Pomfrey finally bandaged Malfoy's injured arm, and she came back with a medicine bottle, which Eridins saw had "Healing Potion" on it.

"Don't worry, kid, drink it, you'll be fine soon." Pomfrey said softly.

After drinking the potion, after a while, Malfoy's face finally recovered a bit: "I want to sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep, I'll watch over you." Eridins looked at him.

Malfoy didn't say anything. He held her hand and closed his eyes. After a while, his soft breathing sounded.

An hour later, Pomfrey was taken aback when he saw Eridins who was still sitting here. She glanced at the sleeping Malfoy and said in a low voice, "Go eat, kid, I'll watch him here, it's all right." of."

Eridins shook her head and sat still.

Pomfrey sighed, and went to the auditorium by himself.

Malfoy slept until the end of the moon, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a person sitting on the bed: "... What time is it?"

Eridins glanced at the clock on the wall: "Twenty past eight."

It was four and ten minutes before the curfew, and Pomfrey had come to chase her away many times.

Malfoy was taken aback: "You haven't left yet?"

"You're not awake."

A tinge of red crept up Malfoy's ears, and he hummed vaguely.

"How are you feeling?" Eridins asked.

"It's numb, I can't feel anything." Malfoy frowned and muttered, "Did the school notify my dad?"

"I do not know."

"That stupid big man and his big beast are dead, I won't let them go." Malfoy said bitterly, and he tried to move his arm again: "I can't feel anything."

Eridins pressed his restless injured hand, frowning: "Madame Pomfrey told you not to move around."

When Malfoy's eyes drifted to the hand that Eridings was holding with him, his whole body froze, and Eridings felt his discomfort first: "What's wrong?"

"Uh, it's nothing..." Malfoy's eyes drifted to the ceiling, his cheeks blushed for some reason.

Eridins was glad to see the color come back to his face.

He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Pomfrey's voice came from behind: "Son, you have to go, it's almost curfew time."

A look of disappointment appeared on Malfoy's face, but it didn't last for a second. When he saw Pomfrey turning out from behind the curtain, he immediately cried out, "It hurts...it hurts..."

Pomfrey immediately walked over nervously: "Where does it hurt?"

"My hand hurts... Ouch..." While Pomfrey was bending over nervously to check, Malfoy blinked at her, Eridins understood, and she stood up: "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Malfoy smirked at her secretly.