[HP] Abu's Lucky Journey

54.

History of Magic is probably the favorite subject of every Hogwarts student.

Professor Binns, who is a ghost, doesn't care whether they are listening to his lectures or not, he just repeats the contents of the book on a single board, one meal at a time.Some of the students in the audience read books, some played chess, and some fell in love. In short, no one attended the class.

However, even so, he is also recognized as the most popular male teacher at Hogwarts, winning over the old headmaster with a bearded bow, Wannian Zhengtai (?) Ravenclaw headmaster, black-tongued whirlwind Slytherin headmaster and garlic head Professor Quirrell.

What a joy.

Pansy on the left is flipping through a beauty magazine, and Blaise on the right is flipping through a fashion magazine.Draco was between them, looking back while they weren't looking, the Gryffindor trio sat not far from them, and Harry was the first to catch his gaze and nodded at him.

What are these three guys going to do?Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously.At this moment, Ron also looked over, his face changed suddenly, Harry pushed his shoulder, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he still forced a smile.

Draco snorted, turned his head away without hesitation, leaving them with a shiny little head.

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

Sure enough, this young master is really annoying.

"Draco, what's the matter?" Blaise turned over a page of the magazine, rare to find some energy for his best friend. "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Love letter?" Pan Xi also came back to his senses and smiled at him. "Who are you flirting with?"

"Potter and Weasley." Draco rolled his eyes, and handed them the note before Pansy feigned surprise.The little snakes looked at each other and frowned.

"Weasley apologizes to you, did he take the wrong medicine?" Blaise touched his chin. "It just doesn't feel right."

"Hmph." Pansy plucked the hair beside her ear. "Whatever he's thinking, let's just ignore them. Draco, you won't forgive someone who speaks ill of your father and grandpa, will you?"

Draco: "..."

I don’t want to forgive but my face really hurts -_-///.

"Draco..." Abraxas leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Did you forget the little cake?"

"Cough." Draco decisively found a step for himself. "At least eat the little cake first."

55.

An origami crane landed on the Gryffindor trio's table, and Hermione grabbed it with a snap, looking up to meet Draco's triumphant eyes.

...He couldn't be complacent that a thousand paper cranes look better than a simple piece of paper, right?

Hermione rolled her eyes, she really didn't want to talk to the childish and narrow-minded platinum boy, so she casually threw the paper crane to Ron. "A date invitation from Malfoy."

"Hey, Hermione, can you stop talking so disgustingly?" Ron shuddered, and took a look at the paper crane - Draco wrote on it: See you at the Black Lake after dinner, be sure to bring your little one. cake!

Although the words were a little harsh, they were not harsh.Ron felt somewhat relieved, then handed the note to Harry, and said proudly, "Just let him see my mother's craftsmanship." He looked very confident.

Hermione was speechless looking at his expression that was exactly the same as Draco's when he showed off his mother, thinking that what boys are comparing is not the cake at all, but their self-esteem.

The other boy, Harry, the hard-working savior without a mother to show off, was very envious, and couldn't help piercing Ron's delusion sharply. "Don't be stupid, Ron, Malfoy will never admit it, and he will laugh at you!"

Hearing what he said, Ron was angry at first, and then calmed down strangely.

"You're right, Harry." He stared at the back of Draco's head for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"It seems that I have to think about how to deal with him..."

56.

The last class was a garlic-flavored Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The students sat down behind their desks one by one, listening to Professor Quirrell's stammering lectures that he thought were funny.

Draco pinched his nose and drank a bottle of potion. Abraxas looked at the potato head on the podium with great interest, and every time he felt the urge to step forward and slap him.The last few times he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and didn't do this, but today it's really itchy.

Just do what you say, anyway, he can't smell it, and he won't be seen.Abraxas swooped up behind Professor Quirrell who was fiddling with textbooks with his back to the students, turned his head and waved to Draco who was looking at him with wide eyes in shock, then puffed up his cheeks and slapped To that well-wrapped potato head—

Go through that head?

However, Abraxas felt that he had encountered something indescribable. The thing was like a puff of smoke entangled in the back of Quirrell's head. When he touched it lightly with his fingers, a pair of piercing eyes suddenly opened.

"Who is it—?" A hoarse and harsh voice, as cold as a knife, roared in his ear. "Who - disturbed the Dark Lord's sleep?!"

Abraxas shuddered, quickly withdrew his hand as if being burned, and returned to Draco's side like lightning.Unexpectedly, Quirrell suddenly let out a scream, and then fell down convulsively.

The little snake and the little lion in a classroom looked at each other, and no one understood what happened.Only Draco, who witnessed his grandfather slap Professor Quirrell in the face, and then Professor Quirrell passed out plumply, swallowed, and looked with admiration at the spirit behind him who was also confused.

60.

Professor Quirrell was sent to the medical wing due to an unexplained coma. The students bid farewell to the garlic smell in advance and went back to their dormitories cheerfully.

Draco naturally returned to the Slytherin common room with his two buddies. There was still some time before dinner, and they planned to go back to have a cup of afternoon tea and finish their homework by the way.Abraxas should have followed behind him, but he was a little uneasy, unable to let go of that inexplicable potato head.

If he heard correctly, that head(?) called himself the Dark Lord?Is it the mysterious man in Draco's mouth, Tom in Dumbledore's mouth?

But why did he seem to touch him at that moment?After the crossing, the only two people Abraxas could touch were Malfoy. Could it be that the Dark Lord was also Malfoy?

Calculating the time when the Dark Lord debuted, Abraxas hid his face silently——Dad, you don't really have an illegitimate child, do you...

With a bloody drama in his mind, Abraxas thought about it, but still felt that seeing is believing, so he told Draco and decisively floated to the medical wing.

Draco watched him walk away dumbfounded, and couldn't stop him in front of a room full of little snakes, but wondered: Is it really okay that my grandpa has such a good temper?

"Draco." Blaise patted him. "Are we really going to an appointment tonight?"

"What's wrong?" Platinum Xiaolong came back to his senses and glanced at him. "Bring your wizard chess, don't you want to play that game? After solving these two matters, there is no need to talk to Potter and the others."

"I always feel that this is giving them too much face." Pan Xi said straight away. "Why do we go to the appointment so easily?"

"Of course...not necessary." Draco smiled at them, "I have an idea..."

The author has something to say: Abu: Is the Dark Lord my younger brother?

Tianyin: No, he is one-seventh of your husband!

Hahaha, congratulations on the debut of Sliced ​​V!