HP's return to innocence

"It's wonderful, Mr. Malfoy." The Snake King stood up from behind the desk, with a smile on his face, but it was obviously not in good faith, "So, you are the headmaster of Hogwarts and the dean of Slytherin. Sir, and all the professors are unfair? Do you think there is something that needs to be guarded by you, the great second-year Mr. Malfoy?"

Drake's words made the other Slytherins look up a little, but the Headmaster made them bow their heads again in horror.

"So you think Headmaster Dumbledore is fair, and you yourself, Dean?"

"Don't talk about fairness, Mr. Malfoy!" Headmaster Snape's face turned cold, "I will only tell you that if you continue your stupid behavior now, you will only get a notice of expulsion!"

"Then Hogwarts will also lose 30.00% of the five income every year." Even if Lucius lost his position as a school director last time, he still contributed a large amount of gold coins to Hogwarts every year, and the same is true for Draco. No matter how unfavorable the current situation is for him, he insists on appropriating funds to Hogwarts every year.

This sounds silly, but this is the obligation that nobles stick to—not for Dumbledore, nor for the savior, but only for their own descendants.

"Mr. Malfoy, you are more self-righteous, arrogant and stupid than I imagined. You are Draco Malfoy, but you don't represent the Malfoy family. Do you think your father will support your stupid behavior?"

"Now we are not talking about my family, but whether all the actions of Slytherin this morning are justified." Because of the height problem, Draco had to raise his head to look at the dean of Slytherin. It added a condescending aura to the other party, but even so, Draco's tone and expression were as calm and confident as ever, without wavering or fear.

The other Slytherins couldn't help being infected by him, and gradually raised their heads. Although they still didn't dare to look at the Snake King, they didn't tremble with fear.

"Headmaster Snape, with your attitude and what you said, can I think that you agree with all the actions of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, this should be the first time he felt that Draco Malfoy was not just a bastard and playboy, he even saw the shadow of Lucius Malfoy in him.So, this matter is not Draco Malfoy's impulsive self-assessment, but the behind-the-scenes instigation of the platinum nobles?

"You are actually not suitable to be the head of Slytherin, Mr. Severus Snape. You are not good at getting along with students—even our Slytherin students. Students from the other three houses are not good at getting along. Fearing you, loathing you, and in some cases passing their negative feelings onto the Slytherins, you're making enemies of your House, year after year."

"Do you think you have the right to accuse me, Mr. Malfoy?!"

"Of course I have, as long as I'm a Slytherin student, I'm responsible for myself and for Slytherin! Your mistake is a mistake, or are you angry because of what I said to implement, Slytherin?" Mr. Nape? You are the Headmaster of Slytherin, appointed by the headmaster, but whether you are qualified or not is up to us, and you are more suitable to be a pure scholar who does not need to get along with others."

Without waiting for Dean Snape's answer, Draco turned and left.The students who were still in the office looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the Snake King who was obviously out of anger, and finally they chose to follow Drake to leave...

This afternoon should be the second year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class - I have to say, this class Slytherin escaped well, at least they didn't have to face a group of restless Cornish elves.

Another fifth-grade senior taught Drake and them Defense Against the Dark Arts. They took the class by the Black Lake. The Black Lake is one of the places with the most complete aquatic magical creatures in the UK. Of course, there were a few standing around to protect them. senior year.

Mrs. Hodge, who was taking flying lessons, spotted them and told them to leave with points deducted.But the Slytherins just moved to another place. When Mrs. Hodge flew into the sky and found them again, she deducted points without hesitation this time, but no one cared and didn't change places again.

Hermione and several Ravenclaws and Draco in the same grade were in class together. They were a little nervous at first, but they quickly concentrated on the class.

"Who is the fifth grade teaching us?"

"Frank Finlaye, the best in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the fifth grade."

"He taught really well." The little witch embraced the study with sparkling eyes.

"I'll let Finlay know that he was so praised by a beautiful girl." Drake saluted.

"Aristocratic slickness." Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, but she did blushed.

"This is our class schedule." Draco smiled indifferently, and handed Hermione a form.

"Of course, we will attend on time." Hermione took the schedule and left with her classmates laughing.

"Draco!" Pansy's face was almost clouded, "Hermione Granger is a Mudblood!"

"She's smart, wise, compassionate, and has a strong sense of duty. She'll be a great ally. It's one thing to maintain the purity of blood, but it's clear that you can't date someone who values ​​blood alone. Pancy, I think you should understand "Compared to Blaise's wisdom, Pansy in her girlhood was always a bit stubborn. Drake even thought that if she was born 11 years earlier, she might become the second Bellatrix.She didn't really grow up until she went through the war.

Pansy bit her lip, she knew that Draco was warning her, and she knew what to say now to make Draco no longer sullen.But she was not reconciled, Draco threatened her for a mudblood!

"Pansy, don't Parkinson's shop employ hemp-seeded wizards?" Blaise patted Pansy on the shoulder.When he returned home this time, he heard his mother talk a lot, until the Malfoy family was going to make a big move, and his mother was going to follow up.

After all, the huge Muggle population is indeed an attractive market.In that case, at least on the surface, the nobles should treat the mixed blood and the hemp kindly.And, that Miss Weasley, indeed, would be a good ally, as Draco had said.

Blaise gave Pansy a step, and the Miss Parkinson finally bowed her head: "Yes, she would be a good... ally."

However, Pansy left quickly, and did not continue to follow Draco and Blaise as before.

"Girls are pampered, Mr. Malfoy." Blaise sighed, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Playboy." Drake patted Blaise's shoulder and strode towards the library, but before he got there, he was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Headmaster Dumbledore wishes to speak to you."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Drake handed the schoolbag to Blaise, "Help me take it back."

Blaise nodded, watching him with a little worry and leaving with Professor McGonagall.

The messy principal's office, this was Draco's first impression of this place full of weird silverware.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore gestured for Draco to sit down opposite him. Compared with the pure amiability when he met Harry Potter, the current Hogwarts headmaster is more dignified—— It seems that facing different students, he also appears in different appearances.

"Hello, Principal Dumbledore." Draco nodded and sat down naturally.

"At Hogwarts, it's mostly Gryffindors who are mischievous, and Slytherins always follow the rules and behave properly, so this matter you led today is really unexpected."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you want to say that Gryffindors have always broken the rules and behaved inappropriately, or do you want to say that what we are doing today is not following the rules and behaved inappropriately?"

Dumbledore smiled gently: "You are very nervous, Mr. Malfoy, you don't need to pay too much attention to my words, I came to talk to you, just as an elder, I want to know what happened to my child Something special." He looked at Draco kindly, just like he said, just an elder...

The corners of Drake's mouth twitched twice. He used to think that he was strong enough to control his facial expressions, but at this moment he knew that he was still far away, at least he almost lost his composure just now: "Well, may I ask Come on, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"I told you, don't be so nervous." Dumbledore still smiled lovingly, "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?"

"No thanks, I'm not thirsty."

So Dumbledore didn't try to persuade him any more, but made himself a cup of thick honey tea: "Mr. Malfoy, do you think my extra points last semester was an unfair act?"

"Yes." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe you still think that I will still do that this school year, just to let Gryffindor win the House Cup, don't you?" Dumbledore laughed, as if he said something ridiculous, "Go on This year is your first full year at Hogwarts, but, Mr. Malfoy, you must know that I have been Headmaster for decades, and during this time, the House Cup In addition to Gryffindor, there is Slytherin, there is Ravenclaw, there is Hufflepuff. You should also know that before last year, Slytherin had won the championship for six consecutive school years."

Draco nodded.

"You see, Mr. Malfoy. Last year was nothing more than a coincidence. Mr. Potter and his friends used their courage and wisdom to get what they deserved, just as before, students from other colleges also got what they deserved through their efforts." Of course, I did ignore some things, I only gave them rewards—after all, they just experienced life and death, but they ignored the punishment, we can make up for it this semester, how about it?"

If Drake was just an ordinary 12-year-old wizard, he might have bowed his head in shame for his stinginess and confessed his mistake, or he was moved and wept bitterly for the generosity of the leader of the White Wizard.But he wasn't, so he just sighed in his heart that Dumbledore would really divert the conflict.

"So, when you finish all this, the Slytherins should obediently go back to class?" Indeed, Dumbledore had already said that the points would be deducted, and even the great white wizard admitted it wrong. What about Leitlin?

"If you have a better suggestion, you can bring it up, Draco."

"To formulate real school rules, students, principals, professors, and parents work together to define who should do what, under what circumstances points should be added or subtracted, and what the confinement of students should be."

Filch still has a bunch of written prohibitions on paper, but Hogwarts doesn't have a single school rule other than Sleeping Dragon, and the deduction and addition of points depends entirely on the preferences of the headmaster and professors.

Dumbledore likes to turn Hogwarts into a temporary vault to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, so he dragged in the three-headed dog guarding the gate. The half-giant Hagrid liked cuties, so he let the acromantula thrive in the Forbidden Forest. You know, the Big Four earlier didn't worry too much, at least Salazar Slytherin got a basilisk to keep in the basement-so to speak, everyone is actually laughing at each other.

The reason is the lack of rules and no constraints.

"..." Dumbledore's expression became serious for the first time,

"When you agree to make the rules, when we stop the strike." Draco stood up, turned and left.