HP Dawn Night

I was about to echo, but Uncle Lucius' voice sounded:

"You've said no less than twenty sentences like this, but I have to remind you that it's unwise not to be friendly to someone when the vast majority of people like him—whether it's Potter or this Lockhart. "

"Let's go down and have a look," Draco said impulsively, walking down the stairs first.I sighed helplessly, looked up at Uncle Lucius, saw him nodding at me, and followed.

"You must like it, Potter?"

Once downstairs I heard Draco's usual haughty, domineering voice.

"The famous Harry Potter couldn't even get into a bookstore without being front page news." Draco said slowly, and I pushed my way through the crowd.

"Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't want that!" Draco glared at a red-haired girl who seemed to be the youngest Weasley daughter.

"Potter, you've got a girlfriend!" Draco drawled, the little girl blushed, and Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger squeezed together with a pile of Lockhart's books Come here, and I finally broke free from the crowd and stood next to Draco.

"Oh, it seems that you also found a girlfriend, Malfoy." Weasley looked at Draco with a slug-like expression on his face. He saw me next to him and said immediately.However, as soon as he said this sentence, he found that he had left a huge loophole.

"I was even more surprised to see you in the store too." Draco retorted, "I guess, to buy those things," he looked up at the shiny new stack of Lockhart's books, " Your parents will be hungry next month."

Weasley seemed to want to retort, but he stopped when he saw me and Draco's clean robes, and he blushed and wanted to come to Draco.But Potter and Granger clung to his clothes tightly.

"Draco, why did you come downstairs?" I said pleasantly, "Since all the books are bought, we should go back."

"You don't need to pretend to be kind here, you pretentious little bat!" Weasley said loudly, and I frowned, keeping a calm look, and replied:

"That only proves that you're no match for bats, Mr. Weasley."

At this time, a hand was put on Draco's shoulder: "Yes, we should go back, Draco." He said in a more arrogant and dismissive tone: "There is no need to waste time here, Yes or no?"

At this time, Mr. Weasley squeezed over with the twins, and when he saw Uncle Lucius, he just nodded coldly: "Lucius."

Uncle Lucius said: "I heard that my brother is very busy with official duties, so many raids..." When he said this, there was a hint of sarcasm in Uncle Lucius' voice, "I think they paid you overtime Bar?"

He reached into the Weasleys' youngest daughter's cauldron and pulled out from among the pile of Lockhart's books a tattered copy of The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration from a second-hand bookshop.

"It doesn't look like, my God, what's the use of being the scum of wizards if you can't even get a good paycheck?"

Mr. Weasley blushed even more than Ron.But I thought about Uncle Lucius's purpose in going to Bokin's, and maybe now wasn't the best time to piss off Mr. Weasley.

"We have very different ideas of what it means to be the scum of a wizard, Malfoy."

"Of course," said Uncle Lucius, rolling his light-colored eyeballs to a strange couple who looked at us in fear. I think they were Hermione Granger's parents.

"Oh, Uncle Lucius, those are Hermione Granger's parents—Granger, have you taken your parents out for butterbeer? Or vanilla almond ice cream?" Opened the topic.Uncle Lucius gave me a thoughtful look and I smiled harmlessly at him.

"Ah... In fact, Mr. Weasley has already taken them to the Leaky Cauldron." Granger quickly understood what I meant, and she said with feigned briskness, "Dad, Mum, this is Violet Snape, she's from Slytherin, she's got a really good grade in Potions..."

I smiled at the Grangers, avoiding the inappropriate handshake.When Mrs. Weasley heard my name, she said to me enthusiastically:

"Ron told us everything, maybe they had some prejudice against Slytherin... er... and Professor Snape, but—"

Draco moved, as if about to say something, and I pinched him warningly.

"That's okay." I nodded, "I think father will understand."

Before this turmoil could be brought to a successful conclusion, Lockhart stepped in again——

"Ah, who is this? Oh!"

When he saw me, he cried out in a strange way.

Draco whispered next to me, "This is not good, Vio, I think you're going to be the second person to take a photo with Lockhart after Potter."

"That's not necessarily true," I gritted my teeth, "You know, the Malfoy family still holds a lot of weight in the wizarding world."

At this time, Lockhart had already pushed through the crowd and came towards us:

"This little blond-haired, purple-eyed beauty must be Margaret Watson's daughter!" he shouted needlessly. "She must have perfectly inherited Margaret's talent for potions!"

I backed away a bit, but Lockhart reached out and tried to drag me out of the cover of the crowd, and I struggled desperately:

"Sorry……"

But Lockhart ignored my words: "Look at those dark purple eyes, like nebulae, don't you? Your mother has such charming eyes, and I still remember how charming her sensual fragrance is. "Lockhart made a look of nostalgia and fascination. I almost wondered if he had a crush on his mother for many years... Draco's expression was completely distorted.

"Margaret has been my rival for years in hair potions...but maybe I'm a little more charming because I have the most amazing smile in the world." He smiled at me and continued, "Margo Ritter may be successful, but if she'll read more of my books—"

I kept smiling and said nothing.Lockhart continued on his own:

"Today she purposely wore a robe of the same color as mine? Oh, maybe you're here to ask for my autograph for your mother?" Lockhart continued on his own, "I understand that as a colleague, Margaery How unwilling to admit her cult of personality to me—lovely little girl, I would like to give your mother my autobiography with my autograph..."

"Mr. Lockhart—" Uncle Lucius and I said almost simultaneously.

"Professor Lockhart, in fact, my mother is in her potion shop today. If you are interested, maybe I can guide you?" I said anxiously, taking advantage of Lockhart's sway, I broke free from him and slipped back next to Uncle Lucius.

"Ah... Margaret? Maybe, er, next time. You see," Lockhart said kindly to me, conceitedly charming, "there are so many people waiting for me today that I just can't get away. ..."

I said with feigned regret, "Well, next time, I'll tell my mom that you're going to be my professor. I can't wait to take your class."