HP Dawn Night

On Thursday morning, Draco made a big appearance in Potions class.It was halfway through class when Draco walked into the dungeon with his right arm wrapped in a bandage and sling.That style looks like a hero who escaped death on the battlefield.

"Looking at him like that, the uninitiated would think he was alone in a fight with a dozen giant squids!" I whispered to Pansy as I slammed the fig on the table so it bounced back Almost hit my own head when I got up.

"Vio, it's not about your IQ, but about your EQ." Pansy smiled mockingly, and then greeted Draco enthusiastically, "How's it going, Draco? Is it still hurting?"

Weasley winked and laughed out of Pansy's sight, and I touched my wand in my pocket, thinking I had a good target in front of me.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet." Draco made a brave face before sitting down next to Blaise.

As I concentrated on peeling the figs, Draco turned in front:

"Merlin, Vio, you're not still angry, are you?"

Pansy seemed to be giving Draco a hint of expression, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed that even Blaise had paused, seeming to be listening to our conversation.

I lifted my chin and snorted through my nose: "Oh, of course not." Then I continued to wrestle with the fig slowly.

Draco turned his head angrily.

Pansy whispered to me: "Are you so awkward?"

"..." I refused to answer this non-technical question and began to slice the caterpillar.

That's when Draco duly started causing trouble for Potter: "Sir, sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me, because my arm—"

"Weasley, root for Malfoy." Dad said as he sat at his desk without looking up.

Weasley's face flushed.

"Your arm is fine at all." He said to Draco in a low voice, and Draco smiled smugly: "Weasley, didn't you hear what Professor Snape said, cut these roots off for me .”

In a bad mood, Weasley grabbed the knife, dragged the daisy root in front of him, and began to chop randomly, large and small, very uneven.

Merlin up.It didn't take me long to know that Weasley was going to be in trouble.

Sure enough, in the next second, Draco yelled out of fear of chaos: "Professor! Weasley chopped all the roots of my daisies, sir."

Dad walked to Weasley's table, looked down at the horrible daisy roots, and then ordered coldly: "Change the roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—"

"Change!" Dad said aggressively.

I bet Weasley had spent at least a quarter of an hour chopping up his daisy roots into nice little pieces, but now he had to deal with the trouble he'd created.

"It's done." I pushed the neatly prepared materials to Pansy.She has added our daisy root and figs.

"Also, sir, this fig of mine needs to be peeled," Draco said lazily.

"Professor!" I held up my hand. "I can take care of Mr. Malfoy's figs and caterpillars. I've done my job."

Potter looked at me with mixed surprise and delight, and Draco looked like he hadn't planned.Dad thought for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.Now, Draco looked as if he had heard that someone had canceled Christmas.

"I wanted to cause trouble for Potter." Draco handed me his figs and caterpillars, "but if you want to, well..."

"I just don't want to hear you and Potter talking stupidly." I peeled the figs and threw them back to him.

Draco automatically filtered my words: "Our Care of Magical Creatures professor may be changing soon."

"Your father put pressure on the school board?"

"Not really. It's inherently risky, but he's already protested to the Ministry of Magic." Draco sighed pretentiously, "Who knows if my arm will recover."

I handed him the cut caterpillar: "Don't pretend, I dare say your arm will be as good as before."

Draco took the caterpillar, but didn't intend to turn back just like that: "So, you're not angry with me anymore?"

"Are you angry?" I paused what I was doing, "Not at all. I just don't like little Greengrass coming to grab my things."

Strangely enough, after hearing me say that, Draco seemed in a good mood, and immediately went back to brewing his potion happily.

"Our potion is almost finished." I watched with satisfaction as the potion showed a perfect bright green color, "It will be fine after a while, no one will be faster than us."

"Hey, Vio." Pansy chatted with me out of boredom, "Do you think there is any spell or potion that can make love?"

"Impossible," I said without thinking, "not even with the most powerful love potion."

Pansy sighed thoughtfully, "Yes, that's it."

"Which boy have you taken a fancy to?" I teased, "As long as you use some tricks, he will fall under your skirt, I promise."

"I don't think so." Pansy gave me a glare. "You don't understand, it's different."

Well, I have no say in this matter. "I'm going to hand in my homework." I pulled out a cauldron spoon to fill a sample.

At this moment Dad was attacking Neville Longbottom, whose potion was an eerie orange.And Granger was rudely accused by his father for showing off.

"...I won't stay at school and be a good boy, I'll definitely go out and find him." When I came back, Draco was talking to Potter across the corridor, with a strange laugh.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Malfoy?" Weasley said gruffly.

Draco didn't seem surprised, he said in a low voice, his gray eyes narrowed: "Don't you know, Potter—"

"Draco!" I gave him a warning look, and then changed the subject smoothly, "Maybe you'd like to help me pack things together?"

Blaise was already holding the samples, and Pansy was washing his hands at the stone basin in the corner.I tidy up the messy things on the table:

"Well, I just wanted to say... well, we're still very good friends, forget Greengrass and all that."

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Actually, I never understood why the pure-blooded Ron and the knowledgeable Hermione didn't know what happened to Sirius...