The Days of Sneaking at Hogwarts

Draco's arm seemed to be getting worse, he was close to the point where he couldn't take care of himself, at least that's what he showed.

Pansy and Blaise stood by Draco's hospital bed.

"It's not an arm injury anymore." Pansy looked at Draco who was pretending to be sick, and Arnold who was communicating with Madam Pomfrey not far away, "Hey, that silly girl doesn't know that you are pretending to be sick ?"

Draco looked at Pansy with some dissatisfaction, "What are you pretending to be sick, my bandage is still tied."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Pansy looked at A Nuo who was coming, "Your silly girl is here, please lie down."

Blaise couldn't help laughing at Draco who was lying down immediately, causing Draco to stare at him, "Pfft, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

Arnold has actually been confirming Draco's condition with Madam Pomfrey for the past few days. To sum it up, in a word, Draco's appearance is completely different from Madam Pomfrey's diagnosis. The two were developing in opposite directions, without even thinking about it, a fool could see that Draco was pretending to be sick.

Arnold walked to Draco's hospital bed, looked at the helpless Pansy and the smiling Blaise, and then at Draco who was obediently lying on the bed, "Draco, are you feeling better now?"

Draco shook his head weakly, "No, not at all, I still feel pain and discomfort."

Pansy gave a "tsk", "Brace, let's go, I can't stand it anymore, goodbye, Arnold." Blaise gave Draco a thumbs up while suppressing a smile, and then , followed Pan Xi out of the school hospital.

After watching Pansy and Blaise go out, Arnold looked at Draco helplessly, "Draco, Madam Pomfrey said you can do it, you don't need to lie down anymore, your injury this time is worse than yours. The grade fell off the broom badly."

Draco looked at the busy Madam Pomfrey in the distance with some dissatisfaction, "She was talking nonsense, it was very serious, and it was very serious when I was in the second grade, she didn't understand."

A Quidditch in second grade.

Draco and Harry, who are Seekers, are chasing the Snitch. Suddenly, an out-of-control Bludger has been chasing Harry, and at this moment, Draco and Harry are chasing the Snitch again.

Gryffindor has already been drawn a lot of points by Slytherin, Harry only thought about chasing the Snitch, and ignored the Bludger behind him, and Draco did not want to make Harry feel comfortable. In principle, the main focus is on Harry, and he didn't see the Bludger that was chasing after Harry at all, so, unfortunately, when he and Harry were fighting for the Golden Snitch, one was accidentally caught by the Bludger. A Bludger hit the broom, Draco broke away from the broom, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then landed on his buttocks, what could have been solved by rubbing his buttocks and relieving the pain, in the end Draco Laco lay down abruptly in the school hospital for a week.

Arnold really doesn't know what to say about Draco. Many times Draco is mature beyond ordinary people, and sometimes he is naive to death. Both of them are in extreme positions, extremely contradictory but unexpectedly harmonious , mature and naive.

"What are you thinking about, so preoccupied?" Draco's words pulled Arnold's thoughts back, "Staying alone in the school hospital is boring, and it's time for me to return to school life. I haven't found fault with Potter these days, but A little uncomfortable."

Arnold didn't expect that Harry was the key factor that made Draco want to go to class normally. If he had known earlier, he should have let Harry come and see Draco. Draco might be fine on the spot.

Draco started to attend classes normally, and Arnold didn't have to go to the school hospital every day. However, when Arnold looked at the two notes in front of him, he always felt that Draco might as well go back to bed and lie down.

History of Magic is a very drowsy class. The history of magic is taught by Professor Binns Cuthbert, the only ghost professor at Hogwarts. History of Magic, looks a bit like a dry old turtle.

Arno once regarded History of Magic as a hypnosis class, but it was different now, not only did she have to listen to the lectures by herself, but she was also responsible for Draco's notes.

Arnold looked at the two notebooks in front of him, one was her own and the other was Draco's.Her own copy was blank, and she didn't remember anything. On the other hand, Draco's copy was densely packed, almost like the rhythm of copying down the entire history book.

"Draco, aren't you tired of writing so much?" Arnold flipped through Draco's history of magic notes with a look of surprise, his mouth never closed, "The difference between your notes and history books is that one One is typed and the other is handwritten, isn't it?"

Professor Binns always lectures in a monotonous voice, and the way he lectures is still in a voice without the slightest emotion. His voice is like the whine of a vacuum cleaner. Arnold really can't imagine that someone can After listening to such a boring history of magic, and took dense notes, after all, even Hermione felt that Professor Binns' courses were extremely boring. She often said that Professor Binns was not as good as a Muggle history teacher, and that learning the history of magic by herself was better than learning the history of magic. It's easy to listen to Professor Binns' lectures.

Draco shook his right hand which was still wrapped in bandages, "I don't care, my right hand hurts now and I can't move it." Arnold looked at the rascal Draco and sighed, if it wasn't for Buckby Draco couldn't write, or she would have thrown this notebook to Buckbeak to help Draco take notes.

Today, Professor Binns is talking about the history of house elves. The content is boring and boring, but the length is extremely long. This content is very good at expressing the same meaning in different sentences. There are at least ten different ways of expressing the same meaning. Professor Binns took the trouble to read these sentences one by one. Arnold couldn't help but yawned, and then shook his head to try to wake himself up. Unfortunately, her will eventually It was not strong enough to overcome the drowsiness, the eyelids gradually became heavy, the handwriting began to become crooked, the head gradually sank, and finally, it landed on the table smoothly.

Draco looked at the sleeping Arnold, sighed, brought Arnold and his notebook over, and took notes seriously.

When class was over, Arnold also woke up, stretched himself, then froze, looking at the two notebooks in front of him with a look of surprise, the content was exquisite, although there were many words, it looked no different from textbooks, But it makes it easy to remember key points and test points. Arnold is willing to call it the ceiling in the notebook.

"Draco, how on earth are you able to listen to Professor Binns' lectures? Even Norn rarely listens to his lectures." Norn has a lot of notebooks, one for every subject, but no History of Magic , Even Arnold found a few crooked threads in the textbooks he used before. Arnold is sure that Norn must have fallen asleep in History of Magic, but Norn has always refused to admit it.

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Maybe, this is the talent, I think." In fact, it's not that Draco has much talent, it's just that Professor Binns' lifeless appearance makes him feel a little scary, so it is Such a trace of fear gave Draco the habit of taking notes in History of Magic. He was afraid that when he fell asleep or lost his mind, the elongated old face of Professor Binns would suddenly appear beside him, and he would be startled.

Arnold looked at the stinky Draco, and couldn't help smiling, "But speaking of it, Draco, didn't you say that your hands hurt, why did you take so many notes?"

Draco coughed a little uncomfortably, "Uh... a medical miracle, I don't want to leave any regrets in my notebook."