HP Dawn Night

"Oh oh oh—look, that's who's coming." Draco stood on the steps of the castle gate looking in a certain direction, with Crabbe and Goyle loyally following him. "Stay inside, idiot!" He cursed in a low voice, dragging two big men to avoid the door.

"... at the mercy of it. I just want to make sure that Piccolo is very happy for the rest of the time. I owe it to him..." Hagrid held a huge calico handkerchief to his face, sobbing He turned and walked quickly towards his hut.

"Draco's there. With Goyle and Crabbe." Blaise led Pansy and me at a trot across the grass toward the castle gate.

"It's unbelievable...Draco didn't even bother to finish Care of Magical Creatures because of that hippogriff." Buckbeak was taken back to the cabin by Hagrid after the trial to spend the rest of his days.Who knew that when the class was coming to an end, Draco accidentally discovered the Hippogriff hiding behind the hut, he immediately jumped up like a cat stepping on its tail, and then left without waiting for the class to end up.

"I guess he still has lingering fears about its attack power." Pansy said angrily, "You idiot. I bet he must be terribly afraid of that monster, but he just won't admit it!"

"Oh, of course he won't admit it," Blaise said perfunctorily as we walked up the steps with the Gryffindor trio in front of us.Hagrid's huge figure was gradually fading away. Draco folded his arms and looked at his back as he walked away, mocking him coldly:

"Look at him crying!"

The dialogue between Draco and the trio came to our ears clearly from a short distance away.The three of us looked at each other and couldn't help but quicken our pace at the same time.

"Please tell me Draco isn't looking for trouble," Blaise groaned under his breath.

"Unfortunately, that's exactly what it looks like." I seemed to notice the gleam of pleasure in Draco's gray eyes.

"Oh, Draco, don't!" Pansy snorted in pain.

"Have you ever seen such a poor thing?" Draco looked straight at Potter, provocatively, "He is still our teacher!"

Potter and Weasley rushed at Draco angrily at the same time, but Granger was faster than both of them combined—

"Wait! What are you doing!" Blaise grabbed her arm before Granger and flung it away.

If I'm not blind, Granger probably wanted to slap Draco just now.If Blaise hadn't been so quick, Draco would probably have taken the slap.

"How dare you call Hagrid a wretch, you nasty - wicked -"

"Shut up!" snapped Pansy, her eyes blazing with unkind anger. "You dirty, wicked thief! What were you trying to do?"

Potter was momentarily bewildered by Pansy's words, and Weasley was almost ready to punch her.

"Put your wand back, Weasley!" I shot him a sarcasm, "Want one of us to eat slugs? Hmm? Be careful! You might hit yourself with your spell. "

The slug incident in second year seemed to come to light all of a sudden, as Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed unceremoniously, reminding Weasley of the disgraced fact.His face slowly flushed red:

"Do you want to learn the truth! Little bat!" he yelled angrily.

"Want to be carried home, Red Weasley?" I raised my eyebrows and gave him a contemptuous look.

Pansy duly sneered: "Oh, let's go, Vio. That's the boy who survived Sirius Black. The boy who lived!"

"The Boy Who Lived?" I repeated softly.

Pansy made a look of gaffe: "Oh, I'm sorry I said it wrong. It's—a friend of the Boy Who Lived...!"

"Shut up! You ugly bitch!" Granger yelled angrily, rushing forward, almost touching Pansy cheek to cheek.

"What are you, Granger!" Draco shot back quickly.Goyle and Crabbe clicked their knuckles threateningly.

"You said she was a poodle?" I actually pulled out my wand. "Sorry, Granger, I don't want to insult you just yet—"

"Go back to your den and look in the mirror, nutria," Blaise interjected in a rare moment of tension. "The school's famous die, oh, the know-it-all bookworm with the die."

Despite Blaise's calm, unchanging tone when he said this, we didn't have to bother to sense that something was out of the ordinary.Weasley and Potter had already turned pale when they heard "nutria", and by the time Blaise finished speaking, they were almost on the verge of chanting—

"What's going on here? You little bastards." Filch arrived, panting before we could confront each other with our wands drawn, eyeing each of us suspiciously, as if we had put Sirius Like Blake hiding under his robe.

No one spoke for a while, and the six Slytherins and the three Gryffindors remained silent at the same time.

"Going to the next class, sir," Potter finally replied curtly.

"By the way, clean the campus." Draco gave Potter a cold look, turned and walked towards the stairs regardless of the sullen eyes of the three of them.

"I'm assuming you're smart enough, Draco, that we don't always make it in time," Blaise said.

"But you nearly started a duel—if Filch hadn't come."

"Don't be ignorant of good people, Draco, we wouldn't have quarreled with them if it wasn't for you." I retorted a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay, I'm very grateful for that." Draikonen said quietly, "But Pansy, aren't you afraid that Granger will have trouble with you?"

"I didn't do anything," Pansy said.

"You mentioned that she was a thief of magic," Draco reminded. "Weasley is a pure-blood wizard - although they have betrayed their blood - he understands what you are talking about."

"I'm just giving back the words Granger wanted to say about you," Pansy said nonchalantly. "I haven't used any more insulting words yet!"

She said silently with her lips:

mudblood

The author has something to say:

A wild little joke:

Ron: Bat!

Vio: What?What are you calling me? !

Ron: Bat!Greasy little bat! !

Vio: ...Red Mole!

Seaver: Five points from Gryffindor!Weasley, lock up!I just need someone to volunteer for me!

Ron: Poodle!

Pansy: Huh, can you say that again?

Ron: Poodle!Ugly poodle! !

Pansy: Slugs!Oh no, snotties!

Sev: ...Miss Parkinson, maybe Mr. Weasley needs an assistant.