Hogwarts Asylum

In the basement of the Fairy King's blacksmith shop, Legnak, Old Leg was lying on a large box, hugging the box tightly with both hands, screaming and saying something.

"They are my treasures!! It took me three years to make them!!"

"So you are planning to temporarily increase the price?" Sauron looked at this greedy guy with interest.

"Ten thousand Galleons, give me another ten thousand Galleons, and they will be yours."

"That's also the material I provided. I even lit your stove."

Normally, Sauron would have killed the old goblin and left with the things, but he was in a good mood now. He had just inspected the goods and he was very satisfied with the two weapons in the box.

"Then one hundred! One hundred is fine! You won't even give me one hundred, will you?" Old Legg screamed and slashed the price.

"A hundred galleons is not impossible. Use the leftover materials to make me a sword, and I will give you a hundred galleons."

"Impossible! What's left can only be used as a dagger!"

"Then the dagger."

"..."

Soon there was the sound of banging in the basement.

After a long time, the basement returned to calm, and Old Legg rubbed his hands and looked at Sauron.

Sauron took the dagger that had just cooled down. The dagger was completely black. It had just been made, but it was stained with rust. It looked like no one would pick it up if it was thrown on the roadside.

After casually throwing a bag of galleons to Old Legg, Sauron glanced at it and said: "Sign the contract. This way you will be safe and I will rest assured."

Old Legg did not react immediately. He counted the Galleons one by one, and rubbed each Galleon for a while to confirm its authenticity.

A hundred galleons is a lot less, a lot is not a lot. It took Old Legg half an hour to count before he raised his head and said, "Isn't it an unbreakable oath? That would be better."

"If you plan to move to Azkaban soon, that's okay with me, but I guess no one will be willing to be your witness."

"The blood oath?"

"I'm sorry, it's not that I look down on you, but I don't want to stain my blood." Sauron rolled his eyes under the mask. How perverted must he be to make a blood oath with an old goblin.

"Then..." Old Legg wanted to say something more, but Sauron stopped him.

"Don't think about it, you can only sign the contract."

After hesitating for a long time, Old Legg nodded and agreed. There was nothing he could do if he didn't agree. He had no choice.

When drafting the contract, Old Legg was screaming and pointing, saying that there was no detail here, that there was too vague, what should be done, what should be done.

Sauron knew what it wanted to do, it was just to make him impatient, and then take over the task of drawing up the contract. Of course Sauron would not let it go as he wished. Who didn't know that the goblins were best at tampering with the contract paper.

"Okay, that's it. The general content is that the weapon belongs to me, and then you forget about it. Only after I successfully get the Fairy Elder Council to recall you, or kill them all, can you remember our relationship. But You must completely forget about weapons, except for this dagger." Sauron blew dry the ink on the parchment, shook it, and said.

"You didn't write the time! I'm almost dead, and you still want to lie to me?!" Old Legg pointed at the parchment and screamed.

"You are less than two hundred years old. Why should you die? There is no such short-lived fairy. Are you planning to commit suicide?"

……

At the beginning of the new week, the first-year wizards, who had fully adapted to campus life, saw the time for Quidditch player selection on the bulletin board in the common room of their respective colleges, as well as the flying lessons that had just started this week. time.

Everyone is excitedly discussing Quidditch. Although the senior students say that first-year students are not eligible to participate in Quidditch player selection, who says you can't have dreams?What if Mrs. Huo Qi takes a fancy to her talent?

The same was true for Harry. He had always looked forward to flying. He always felt like someone was telling him in his mind that flying was a very happy thing, happier than anything else.

But Harry was troubled because almost everyone from the wizarding family, including Ron and Seamus, were bragging about how heroic they were when riding a flying broom at home. This worried him and didn't touch it at all. Will you make a fool of yourself by flying on a broomstick?

Fortunately, Neville and Malfoy don't seem to be very good at this.

Neville said it himself that he was not good at flying. He said that he had never ridden a flying broomstick and his grandmother wouldn't let him touch it, so he was just as worried about making a fool of himself as Harry was.

Harry had guessed that Malfoy was not good at flying, because Malfoy had never discussed Quidditch with anyone.

Harry felt that if Malfoy was even remotely good at flying, he would definitely show off his flying resume, just like he liked to show off his knowledge during lessons.

When he thought of Malfoy, that indescribable uncomfortable feeling lingered in Harry's heart again.

During the two days of the weekend, Harry took Ron and Neville to the library for the first time. He did not go to Malfoy because he always felt that doing so would be giving up. Harry's competitive spirit made him unable to accept this result. .

So Harry and the others found Hermione who was also spending time in the library. Hermione didn't like Malfoy very much because Malfoy always stole the limelight from her in class. Although they were all trying to give Gryffindor points, they didn't like Malfoy very much. It feels really uncomfortable to be compared to someone in a field that you are good at.

During the two days in the library, Harry didn't have a very happy time, because no matter how he flipped through the books, he couldn't calm down and couldn't read. The same was true for Ron. Among the three, he was the fastest to finish all the homework. It turned out to be Neville.

In just two days, Harry gave up decisively. Losing in a field he was not good at was nothing, this was how he comforted himself.

Draco didn't know what Harry and the others were thinking or what they did. In fact, he often had the urge to discuss Quidditch with Harry and the others, but every time he wanted to brag, he would restrain himself and silently tell himself ——Draco, you are going to be an alchemist soon. You are different from these childish guys. You are an adult.

Although this idea is also very naive, at least the way he behaves has made many people like this diligent, studious and somewhat low-key guy.It would be better if he didn't look arrogant when he looked at people.

Professor McGonagall also praised Draco's performance very much. She once praised Draco to other professors in the office, saying that his talent in transfiguration was good.Professor McGonagall felt that the two little wizards Draco and Hermione were sorted into Gryffindor, which was the most beautiful thing the Sorting Hat had ever done.

Even Professor Sprout praised Draco. She lamented privately that she never expected that the Malfoy children would be interested in Herbology. You should know that this subject is the dirtiest and most tiring of all the subjects. .