hello mr draco

In the evening, Dudley returned to the common room, sorting out the diary and a large pile of theoretical knowledge assignments on parchment.

Draco came out after taking a shower, saw Dudley sitting at the table sorting out the materials, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said quite seriously.

"Did you feel that in the afternoon, when Harry asked Hagrid a question, Hagrid's expression was a little strange."

"Of course!" Dudley nodded, but he didn't need to participate in such a normal plot.

All he had to do was push Harry when he hit an obstacle, and let the two Gryffindor boys go through it.He is not interested in touching those weird vines, and that big dog with several heads.

To be honest, he actually has some Slytherin potential.For example, enjoying the materials he deserves, he will never miss a single node.

"Draco." Dudley rolled up the kraft paper, and looked at Draco with a pair of blue eyes, "Do you know the Philosopher's Stone?"

The absorbent handkerchief Draco was holding above his head fell to the ground with a "crack!"After being dazed, Draco quickly picked up the things that fell on the ground, and carefully checked that no one was eavesdropping outside the door. He was really worried, and cast a few more spells on the door before pulling away from his seat He sat down on the stool and looked seriously at Dudley, who was opposite him no matter what he did.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Dudley?"

Dudley nodded, of course he knew what he was talking about.

He is different from most Harry Potter fans, he prefers Snape and Neville and Cedric.Although the Harry he had personally brought for three years was pretty good, it didn't make Dudley want to pursue it all the time.He regards Harry as a relative, different from an idol.

But thinking of this, he felt that he held Harry in some strange place in his heart.He didn't know why he felt this way, but he just felt that Harry had some special relationship with his relatives.

"An amazing magical substance created by the famous alchemist Nicole Flamel. He can turn any metal into pure gold, and it is also the raw material for making the elixir of life. Why are you saying this all of a sudden, Dudley?" Draco His eyes were as strict as examining a prisoner. He looked at Dudley nervously, and only hoped that this guy would not do anything that would damage Slytherin's behavior.

"I was just thinking... or you don't know, when I went to Gringotts with Harry. Professor Snape took a letter recommended by Professor Dumbledore and took it from the bank's vault got one thing."

Draco pondered for a while, and suddenly exclaimed: "The Sorcerer's Stone is stored there!"

There is never a lack of smart people in Slytherin. When several things are connected in series, they can easily think of something.

Draco suddenly thought of something. In the family greeting letter, he had heard his father say that the Dark Lord seemed to be active.He had seen that mark on his father's arm, that dreadful chain that always led some wizards to take them for followers of the Dark Lord.

But just like what the public said, his grandfather was indeed a follower of the Dark Lord.But that didn't mean his dad was also on the Dark Lord's side, at least he never wanted to hurt either family.

"I think, Principal Dumbledore should have a premonition that some people are going to act. Fortunately, he took the things away in advance. If they are stolen, it will be troublesome." Dudley said calmly. , didn't look at Draco's serious expression at all.

He took out his pajamas from the closet, brushed his slightly curly blond hair, and went to the bathroom to take a bath leisurely.

But on the other side, after Ron and Harry closed their bed curtains, Neville carefully rolled over and got out of bed, went to his desk and lit a small light.Picked up the quill pen and dipped some ink, spread out the locked diary, and continued to write in the company of night and starlight.

As the sound of the quill pen rubbing against the diary sounded, a smile gradually appeared on Neville's timid face in front of outsiders.That kind of sincere smile from the inside out made him look less timid.

He wrote in his diary:

[Friday:

I always thought maybe I wouldn't make any friends in this place except Miss Granger.I have a poor memory and always forget a lot of things.But they don't know, and there are some things I remember better than anyone else.Dudley...he is really an excellent Slytherin. He not only helped me out of my troubles in class today, but also invited me to Hagrid's tea party.He is like a sun that always guides me when I am lost, even if I am a small star, I still hope to revolve around him...]

Suddenly Ron, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, turned over while muttering in his sleep.The frightened Neville carefully glanced at Ron's hand that fell out of the curtain, then quickly locked the diary, cast a spell lightly, and then wiped his sleepy eyes and climbed into bed to sleep.

Lessons at Hogwarts went on quietly like this until flying lessons started on Thursday.Gryffindor students go with Slytherin students.

When the notice was posted in the common room, Harry was so excited that he barely slept all night.As long as he thinks of seeing Cousin Dudley flying in the sky on a broom, he can't wait to roll around in the quilt a few times, howl a few times like at home, and swear the happiness in his heart.

But he naturally didn't dare to disturb his roommate's rest in the middle of the night, so he could only enjoy himself under the blanket.

At the breakfast table, Draco was always surrounded by a large group of nobles talking about flying.Dudley was concentrating on finishing the food in front of him, and didn't want to get involved in such a panicking topic.If he could, he would really like not to apply for this class.

He is afraid of heights!

"Draco, if the first year is eligible to join the Quidditch team. I think you must be the first one to sign up! Isn't it?" Pansy was still the same as always, and suddenly came between Dudley and Draco. Make a head.

Dudley also had to be thankful that he had swallowed the food a long time ago, otherwise the food that was frightened by the elusive lady must have stuck in his throat.

He turned his head and glanced at Draco's radiant expression. He really didn't understand why this kid likes this kind of intense exercise?Didn't he always pay attention to hairstyle first?What hairstyle are you talking about when you fly into the sky?

Draco pursed his lips proudly, "I will definitely be selected next year, and then you all cheer for me on the audience stage!"

Neville secretly observed the movement of Slytherin enviously in the gaps of the crowd, compared to Draco who always had a large group of people talking around him.Neville was more concerned about Dudley who had been sitting next to Draco in silence, eating.

He imagined the scene of himself flying into the sky on a broomstick, and shook his shoulders in fear, thinking that he might never be able to get close to the broomstick in his life.

After Harry took a few mouthfuls of food, he looked at Dudley with a particularly happy look. He wished that Principal Dumbledore would arrange all the courses with Slytherin's.That would give him enough time to find Cousin Dudley.

Ron looked a little sullen, and his flying skills were not very good.Everyone from the wizarding family talked about Quidditch endlessly, and he fantasized that he could become a hero and be admired and praised by everyone.But that's just fantasy, after all, the one sitting next to him is a great hero.

An owl flew over the dining room and dropped a small package on Neville's table.Neville opened it a little excitedly, and showed everyone a glass ball, which was filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball," he explained. "Grandma knows, I don't always remember—he'll tell you if you forgot to do something. See, you hold him tight, like this, if It turned red—oh..." Neville straightened his face because the memory ball suddenly turned red, "That is, I must have forgotten something again..."

Neville gave Ron and Harry an embarrassed look, trying desperately to remember what he had forgotten.There wasn't much time for breakfast, so while Neville was thinking desperately, the time passed quietly like this.

At 3:[-] that afternoon, Harry, Ron, Neville, and the rest of the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the playground in front of the door, preparing for their first flying lessons.

The clear sky and the breeze urge every student's clothes. This is a very suitable weather for flying.The sun was shining brightly, but it was a pity that Dudley felt a little trembling with every step he took.

He can't even use his magic wand, can the broom really fly?

The Slytherin students had gathered on the playground early on, and there were 28 broomsticks neatly lined up on the ground.When Harry and the others rushed to the playground, Dudley waved his hand in Harry's direction inertially.

But there was not much time for the two of them to chat, because when all the students had arrived, their teacher, Ms. Huo Qi, came.

She had short gray hair and yellow eyes that, when serious, were as sharp as those of a hawk.

"Okay! What are you all waiting for?" She snapped, looking at every student present: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Hurry up, hurry up."

Dudley was standing next to Draco, picking out a broom that didn't look very clean.Harry naturally chose to be next to Dudley, but he was a step slower. When he realized that he wanted to get close to Cousin Dudley, the only place where he could get close to Cousin Dudley was Neville's seat. .

He stood next to Neville in an inexplicably melancholy mood, and glanced at him with some displeasure.The good mood that I had been looking forward to for almost a week was completely shattered at this moment.He glanced at the worn and old broom on the ground, with some branches rushing out in all directions, and became even more melancholy.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," Ms. Hooch called as she patrolled the center. "Now, say to your broomsticks: Get up!"

"Get up!" everyone yelled.

Two people's brooms jumped into their hands at the same time.

Draco's broom jumped into his hands immediately, without the slightest pause.All actions are coherent.Harry's nature is the same, when he finished saying this, the broom flew to his palm with a whizzing, full of strength.

Neville tried a few times, his hands trembling a little.Because the broken and rotten broom only moved a few times, but it didn't jump up at all.Then he shouted: "Get up! Please get up!"

Dudley was also yelling, "Get up!" But the broom at his feet didn't move at all, and Dudley pretended that I was studying hard, but in fact he was already happy.

The broom doesn't obey his orders, does it mean that he won't have to fly on a broom in the future?

Just when he was secretly happy, he didn't know if it was because he was usually unlucky, or if he was unlucky himself.

Standing on his left, Neville, who was practicing desperately, had just squeezed the broom in his hand. Unexpectedly, the broom was very disobedient, and swished towards him.

So much so that Dudley was so panicked that he didn't realize that his clothes were stuck on the broomstick.Neville panicked and tried to control the frantic broom and stop it, but it seemed to be counterproductive. He tightly grasped the broom with both hands. Unexpectedly, his feet fell to the ground the next moment. It was too late to cover his ears and flew out.

As a result, someone who was stuck on the broom was directly carried away by the broom.

And at this time, there is already someone in a place a few feet high in the sky.

The heart is mother, sell, approve.

Dudley felt the strong wind against his cheek, and occasionally he could hear the voices of shouts near the castle, in and out of his ears.He only has a few questions running through his head right now.

who am I?

where am I?

Why can't I help my legs tremble?

"Ah!!!" Dudley finally showed an astonishingly humane movement. After flying to a distance of several tens of feet, Dudley yelled for the first time and passed out.

After he fainted, he naturally didn't notice the two figures rushing from the ground to the air.One left and one right stopped beside him, one person dragged his body, and the other person caught the broom behind him, brought him smoothly to the ground and laid it down.