Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

After a long silence.

"You mean..." Neville took half a step back, staring at the boiler boiling with magma like hell with a horrified look on his face, "You ate my Leif."

"Lifo, you even gave it a name." Malfoy touched his nose awkwardly.

"Well, I forgot that it's your pet, and you should give your pet a name."

"My Leif... to die like this is murder," Neville screamed.

"Don't look at me. In fact, it was Goyle and Crabbe who strongly requested to join this dish. They were too greedy. I rejected them outright, but after a fair and democratic vote, I had to compromise." Malfoy Explained calmly.

Goyle and Crabbe, who were sitting across from each other, looked confused. Hmm.

People are sitting in the car, and the pot comes from the sky

Boss, it was obviously you who brought it up first, or you did it yourself

Besides, it’s not like the toad hasn’t been...

Malfoy gave a warning look. The hot pot I worked so hard to make went into both of your stomachs. I didn't even move a few chopsticks. Now I have to ask you to take the blame.

The two of them had no choice but to lower their heads silently, leaving saliva of repentance... This hot pot is so delicious.

"What should I do? If my grandma knows about it, she will definitely send me a roaring letter. This is my first pet. You give me Leif...wuwuwu, what is this?"

Malfoy couldn't stand his crying look, so he couldn't help but put a chopstick into his mouth to stop his crying.

"I don't know, it's probably your Leif." Malfoy spread his hands.

Neville, who had subconsciously chewed a few times, became even more sad when he heard this, "Leifu, my Leifu, you died so tragically, Leifu, did you just leave me like this? You... taste so delicious." "

Neville's expression gradually changed as he chewed something more and more uncomfortable. This meat... is a bit delicious. Is toad meat so delicious?

Looking at Neville who was eager to try, Malfoy smiled slightly and said with a bewitching smile: "Is it delicious? Do you want a few more pieces?"

"...Is it painful for Leif to go?"

Neville asked in a low voice, and then silently took the spoon handed to him by Malfoy.

"It's not painful. I did it quickly and it walked away peacefully." Malfoy said seriously.

Neville ate another piece of white meat, and when he thought about every detail of Leif's relationship with him, tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth...

Malfoy looked at Neville's sad expression and couldn't help but cover his forehead. Don't let your tear ducts grow in strange places.

"How can you eat other people's pets? This is simply unreasonable behavior," Hermione said angrily.

"We do not deny this, but the pet owner seems to be more qualified to judge. I think he should have a different view now."

Malfoy looked at Neville who turned his grief into appetite and said with some teasing.

What do I mean? There are people eating owls next door. What happened to the fat Scottish round-faced chicken is so miserable. It makes people sad when they hear it and drools when they see it...

"Neville, how could you do this? That's your pet."

Hermione was going crazy, furious at Neville's failure to live up to her expectations.

"But, you can't change anything now, it's all happened, right?"

Neville whispered aggrievedly, and then secretly picked up a piece of meat for himself.

Hermione rolled her eyes, speechless.

At this moment, Malfoy suddenly couldn't help laughing and couldn't stop laughing.

Neville asked strangely: "Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Malfoy smiled and said: "Neville, I'm sorry, I lied to you, your toad is still there. In fact, I really want to try it, but its meat is really too old."

"Really?" Neville's expression was stunned and he was stunned.

"Really, its skin seems to be assimilating with the environment. I didn't notice it, so I don't know where it went. By the way, where did your toad come from? I suspect it has the blood of a lizard..."

"My uncle gave it to me. I don't know where he got it."

"Don't worry, it will probably come back. Take a look when you get out of the car. There might be a surprise." Malfoy patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, thank you, Draco." Neville felt that the Draco in front of him seemed different from what he had heard from others. Although he had lied to himself, he also treated himself to delicious hot pot, and he also Comfort yourself.

He must be a good person.

Hermione looked at Neville with sympathy.

This child was deceived and became lame.

"Thank you for nothing. If you eat my pot, you will be friends." Malfoy smiled.

Neville was a little flattered, but still smiled gratefully at Malfoy.

"By the way, this is Hermione Granger. I met her on the train. She is also a warm-hearted and good person..."

Neville seemed to want to introduce Hermione to Malfoy, and winked at Hermione.

Hermione understood, coughed twice, raised her chin a little proudly, but actually a little nervously, stretched out her right hand and said, "Hello, I'm Hermione, nice to meet you."

Oh, typical Hermione greeting.

Malfoy didn't care about that;

Should I use my familiarity with the story to change something?

Yes, it’s okay to make friends.

After all, this is also the future academic master, the know-it-all lady of Hogwarts, whose abilities can be said to be very outstanding.

Maybe it will come in handy one day.

But there's just one thing, just don't call me when you three are trying to die.

Well, I'll just get to know each other and won't get involved.

With this thought in mind, Malfoy hesitated for a moment and was about to reach out, but suddenly his whole body froze.

He bent down, hiding his pale face and the faint sweat on his forehead.

His right hand unconsciously pressed on his heart.

It dances very fast there

As if he's about to jump out

Just as Hermione was confused, Malfoy straightened up.

There was no longer a kind smile on his face, replaced by a gloomy and cold face.

He stared at Hermione's outstretched hand, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, and said with a slight and beautiful curve at the corner of his mouth:

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, I think you may have misunderstood something. The Malfoy family does not have a tradition of becoming friends with a mudblood. In fact, the fact that I can talk to you so peacefully is already my greatest achievement as a noble. of restraint and discipline.”

Neville jumped like a frightened rabbit, stared at Malfoy and said: "Draco, how can you...how can you say that word Hermione, she is my friend"

Malfoy glanced at him and said calmly:

"Neville, you are a pure blood. Your parents made great sacrifices to deal with the mysterious man, so I respect you, but this does not mean that you can dictate to me. Do you understand?

If you want to be friends with a Mudblood that's your business, but don't expect me to agree with you, Malfoy's reputation cannot be tarnished. "

"Wait a minute, can anyone explain to me what mudblood means?" Hermione noticed Malfoy's unfriendliness and was a little confused.

"You'd better not know that this is an extremely insulting word for wizards born into Muggle families..." Neville explained in a low voice into Hermione's ear.

"Okay Malfoy, right? I don't know what this so-called tradition is, but I think it's ridiculous to judge a person by blood. Neville, just reminisce with your pure-blood friends. I want to Get out of here, bye"

Hermione gave Malfoy a hard look, then slammed the door of the private room and left.

"Hermione, don't..., Draco, thank you for your hospitality, but I have to go, bye."

After Neville finished speaking, he chased after me, "Wait for me, Hermione..."

Seeing the two people leaving angrily, Malfoy's originally gloomy expression slowly calmed down. He took a deep breath and turned to look at his face reflected in the glass window.

"That's what you want, right?"

Malfoy's face on the window suddenly had cold eyes and a malicious smile.

"Alas." Malfoy lowered his head and sighed softly.