HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Saturday.

"Nott, go and cheer me up." Draco Malfoy called him outside Theodore Nott's curtain early in the morning.

"No, I want to rest today." Nott refused sleepily.

"Okay, then I'll go by myself." Malfoy put on his dark green uniform and excitedly picked up his broomstick to meet the captain.

Didn't practice yesterday.

I have classes on Friday, and the team members are not all there. The captain said I would practice on Saturday morning.

Slytherin locker room.

Marcus Flint arrived early, and the team members came one after another.

"I just learned that Wood has reserved the court. So now," Marcus Flint looked at his five tall players and Draco Malfoy, who had finished his suspension, "we need to ask the Dean for special sign."

"You guys wait here, I'll be back soon." Marcus Flint is very confident that he can get the dean's special lottery. Now he has the best Nimbus 2001 broomstick in the team. If you run it well, you can get it. It's time for the Quidditch Cup.

"Then what are we doing?" Adrian Pusey asked his companions.

"Wait." Draco Malfoy leaned on the lounge chair with his broomstick in hand and found a comfortable position to sit down.

Lycoris was reading a book in the Slytherin office when she heard a knock on the door.

Originally, Licris could study in the club, but she felt that she and her father also had to meet frequently. The two of them were busy with their own affairs, and they never saw each other except when they were patrolling in Potions class. There was no way father and daughter were not familiar with each other.

Marcus Flint choked up when he said "Dean", and it was a little girl who opened the door.

"You come to the professor, he is here, come in." The girl let Marcus Flint in, and he saw the professor correcting his homework.

"Dean." Marcus Flint stood in front of Professor Snape. The person in front of him looked at him with a hawk-like look, which made people nervous.

"Do you need me to avoid it?" Licoris stood beside her holding a book.

"No," Snape rejected his daughter's suggestion to avoid it and said directly, "What's the matter?"

"Professor, Malfoy's suspension is over, and he needs to adjust before rejoining the team. Gryffindor has reserved the Quidditch training ground, and I'm here to ask you to give us a special sign." Marcus Flint Knowing that the dean didn't like Moji, he made it clear in a few words.

Snape glanced at Lycoris and remembered the Golden Snitch on her desk. She must have liked Quidditch.

She also went to watch the previous game, and...

"Okay." Snape agreed.

"If not..." Marcus Flint reacted mid-sentence, and the professor agreed to his request.

Marcus Flint quickly shut up, fearing that the professor would change his mind.

A roll of specially signed parchment was quickly written, and Marcus Flint was ready to take it.

"You should come too, just to relax." Severus Snape looked at Licoris and handed her the parchment in his hand.

It always felt like my father had misunderstood something, but it didn't matter.

If I remember correctly, today is a special day.

He hoped that he could relax and not have to study and read so hard every day without taking a break.

Then listen to him.

"Okay." Licoris took the special sign and smiled at him, "I'm going out to play."

"Yeah." Snape hummed and continued correcting his homework.

"Captain, let's go." Licoris smiled at Marcus Flint and waved the specially signed parchment on her hand.

who is she? Why is she in the dean's office? She doesn't look like she's afraid of Dean at all?

Marcus Flint was full of questions and nodded politely, "Let's go."

"I've got the special lottery, let's go." Marcus Flint stood at the door of the locker room and greeted the players.

Lycoris saw Malfoy, his light blond hair really stood out.

He hugged the long handle of the broomstick and closed his eyes as if falling asleep. Hearing his captain's voice, he opened his eyes.

"Captain, you're back so soon? I thought it would take a long time." The boy raised his eyebrows, but he knew that his dean was not an easy person to talk to.

"Hurry," urged Marcus Flint, "bring your broomsticks."

"Yes, captain, why is it so easy to get this special lottery?" Derian Pusey was curious.

"Ask her." Marcus Flint said, letting go of the small girl. "The professor asked her to come."

"Hello everyone, I am the cheerleader of the Slytherin Quidditch team." Licris smiled at the seven people in front of her, "My name is Licris Snape."

"Are you related to our dean?"

"He is my father." I said it, and whether you believe it or not is up to you, Lycoris thought to herself.

"Dad? Unbelievable."

"I know you. The last time we were in the Great Hall, I heard you talk about Gryffindor's extra points."

Brother, you really stepped on a big thunder accurately.

"Stop talking nonsense and gather at the stadium immediately." Marcus Flint's face darkened when he heard about Gryffindor's extra points.

Quidditch pitch.

That kid is really a bastard.

Licoris looked up at the little boy who was pressing the shutter frantically. He seemed to be named Colin.

If he had been in the era he lived in before, such an operation would have been scolded to death.

She followed Harry all the time, even memorized his class schedule, and met him ten to eight times a day. She almost followed him to the dormitory and stood at the head of his bed.

"I've booked today's training time, please go out." Wood shouted dissatisfied.

This is the first time that Dumbledore, the student Grindelwald admires most in the emoji, has been seen so clearly in real life. I had seen him flying in the sky on the Quidditch pitch before, so I had to take a second look.

"We have a special note from the professor," Marcus Flint arrogantly took out the special note that the girl just handed him on the way, "see for yourself."

"Damn it!" Wood's face was so gloomy that he could shed water after watching it. Other Gryffindor players also gathered around him, "Training a new Seeker? Who?"

It looked like the battle was about to break out.

"Me." Like a proud peacock, Draco Malfoy walked out of a path given to him by the team members.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred asked disgustedly.

"You know? Let me show you his generous gift." The Slytherin players raised their broomsticks together and sneered at the Gryffindor players opposite, "Have you never seen it before?"

The players from the two teams were irritating each other, and Ron and Hermione squeezed over from the audience.

"Gryffindor players don't come in because of money." Hermione retorted loudly.

Lycoris suddenly said, "Draco Malfoy didn't come in because of money."