[HP] The Last Demon King

The cheers almost knocked Aeridins down as she entered the common room.

"Oh, you should have told us you signed up!" exclaimed Payne, who looked utterly delighted.

"We will hold a party here to celebrate the birth of Hogwarts warriors in Slytherin! Come on, as the protagonist, you can't be absent!" Kama Dinho ran over and pushed Eredin involuntarily Ruth walked toward the center of the crowd. She was the only girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team, the Chaser, and was about to graduate.

Eridins wanted to run away the moment she met her, she didn't want to participate in this kind of meaningless party, but she suddenly thought of a question she asked herself not long ago: how to build a power of her own?

Eridins let go of the wand in her sleeve and joined the party with a slight smile.

If being a champion of the Triwizard Tournament gave her a little perk, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

In the common room, the central part was very lively, with constant cheers and laughter, but there were many people gathered quietly in the corner, looking at them coldly.

"It's ridiculous that the warrior from Slytherin is a half-breed." Nott leaned back in the armchair, his face was hidden in the shadow of the fire, and only his cold tone could be heard.

"Boring, I'm leaving." Zabini stood up from the armchair and walked towards the stairs of the boys' dormitory with an indifferent expression.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, anyway, it's a Slytherin - if it's a Gryffindor... oh, Gryffindor also has a warrior." Eden McGregor said softly, his character As gentle as his appearance, he is a pure-blood, but he does not have a pure-blood consciousness. He is probably the prefect who is the least feared by students in his previous tenure. Usually, disputes in the academy are caused by his partner, the female prefect Alma Katona took care of it—but now that she was in the party herself, he had to watch in case the students had any problems.

"What is Potter? Just because he dares to call himself a warrior? Bah! I would rather support Selwyn." Darcy Albert said, although he is a pureblood, but the Albert family has declined, he In the fifth grade, the No. 16 seat was awkward, and there were even a few mixed races ahead of him.

By the fire, Malfoy did not join their conversation, and he, Parkinson, Goyle, and Crabbe formed another small group.

"Look, what I said, she secretly put her name into the Goblet of Fire behind your back, look how proud she is now." Parkinson said with a sneer.

"She wouldn't do that," Malfoy said sullenly, keeping his eyes on Eridins, who was clustered in the center of the crowd.

"Also said that she refused to participate in the competition-I don't think she is very happy now?"

"I know her. She wouldn't do that kind of thing—she's not interested in the Triwizard Tournament at all. Shut up, Pansy."

"You know her?" Parkinson sneered heavily, with jealous eyes shot out: "Yes! You really know her! You don't even know that you have been being played around by her all the time!"

"Enough is enough for you!" Malfoy said, Goyle was startled by him, and the hand that reached out to the snack subconsciously retracted.

"I thought it was her who was acting passionately, but then I found out that it was you who acted passionately!" Parkinson said without flinching, "It's a pity that you are still kept in the dark by her!"

"What do you mean?" Malfoy looked at Parkinson coldly, the anger in his tone becoming more and more obvious.

"I saw it—you touched her quill in the lounge yesterday afternoon." Parkinson watched Malfoy closely, wanting to see his shaken expression: "She has been using it since then Magic cleans that quill."

Parkinson saw his shocked and hurt expression as she wished, and she felt a thrill of revenge against Malfoy, but the pleasure of revenge was also tinged with sadness.

"Hmm..." Malfoy tried his best to put away his exposed emotions, and said with a straight face: "I know, she has a cleansing habit, it's nothing."

"You know? You know she's cleaning her quill with disgust on her face?" Parkinson said sharply, embellishing it selfishly.

"Shut up, Parkinson." Malfoy stood up unbearably, his pale face was even more bloodless under the light of the fire, he left them and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

"Think about it, even once—did she ever call you by your Christian name? Draco, I'm the only one standing by your side!" Parkinson yelled angrily behind him.

It was already eleven o'clock after the party ended, and when Eridins returned to her dormitory, she found Datou standing by the window, which was rare.

Apart from coming back on time to drink a potion, Eridins really didn't see it very much, and even if she wanted to send a letter, she had to go to Malfoy to find it.

"My noble and powerful master, the big head, is here to offer you the most sincere blessings. Congratulations on becoming a Hogwarts warrior. You are well-deserved." The big head said uncharacteristically, "I have a message To convey to the master...Master Malfoy has invited you to meet me in the lounge at twelve o'clock."

The big head observed her expression, and said tentatively: "Actually... I don't know why, Master Malfoy seems very angry."

Eridins waved her hand, indicating that she understood, and the big head asked cautiously: "Master...does the big head still need to test the medicine tonight?"

Eridins shook her head, and the big head flew to its perch with a look of relief.

She glanced at her storage cabinet. There were more and more black bottles containing poison in it. Who should I try it on?

At twelve o'clock, Eridins left the dormitory and walked to the common room on time.

The party trash is gone, and only the faint scent of food and wine in the air is evidence of a riot.

Malfoy was sitting on a sofa, his pale blond hair shimmering slightly in the darkness, Eredines waved her wand, the extinguished fire was rekindled, and a faint light illuminated the surroundings.

The big head said that Malfoy was angry, but he didn't look angry, and Eridins walked up to him, explaining first just in case: "I didn't sign up for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Of course, I don't think you'd be interested in a Warrior title," Malfoy said.

Aritins sat down beside him, with a proper distance between them: "So, what do you want to tell me?"

"You became a Hogwarts champion, and I haven't officially congratulated you yet." There was an emotion in Malfoy's eyes that Eridins couldn't understand, at least, it wasn't a good emotion. "It seems that we haven't had a good chat for a long time. You are always busy."

"I have a lot to learn." Eridins frowned, but Malfoy couldn't see clearly in the dim light.

"What else do you need to learn?" Malfoy narrowed the distance with Eridings, his voice almost rang in Eridings's ear, charming and deep—"You are already Now that you can do anything, what else keeps you too busy to stop and look back?"

Aridins turned to the side unaccustomed, and Malfoy's eyes turned cold, but there was still a smile on his lips.

"Is the party fun?" His slender fingers ran through Eridins' long black wavy hair, picked up a strand and twisted it around his fingertips.

Enduring the discomfort all over her body, Eridins wrote with her wand: "It's okay."

"I thought you wouldn't like such a lively place, and you accepted their touch." Malfoy said softly.

He leaned closer to Eridings' neck, and Eridings felt the tip of his cold nose touch her skin, and she dodged almost immediately, and Malfoy's eyes became more stern.

"Have you bathed? How many times? Poor Airi, do you remember how many cleansing spells you used?"

"What's the matter with you?" Eridins looked at him quietly.

"I touched you like this, do you want to clean it again when you go back? Oh, definitely not once, tell me, Ai Rui. More than them, or less than them?" Malfoy suddenly tightened his grip on Eridins hair, forcing her to come closer to him.

"pain."

Malfoy felt a numbing electric shock in his fingers, and he let go of Eridins' hair unconsciously.

"You attacked me?" Malfoy's face showed that it had gotten worse.

"You hurt me."

"I hurt more than you!" Malfoy was suddenly furious, and pushed Eridins down on the sofa, his usually indifferent blue-gray eyes were full of anger and pain at this moment: "How dare you tease a Malfoy— —How dare you do this to me—I have done so much for you, how dare you—”

"I didn't tease you." Eridins looked back at Malfoy's furious gaze, her black hair was scattered on the sofa, and a few strands of it were hanging on the carpet.The skin exposed outside the clothes was as flawless as the world after a heavy snowfall, the lip color was pale, like the light pink on the gouache painting, only the black crystal-like eyes, the color was thick, and there was a gem-like cold light.

"Really?" Malfoy's mouth curled into a sneer, and he reached out to caress Eridins' cheek. "You never called me by my Christian name, not even once - not even after I asked. Let me guess, Do you still call me Malfoy in your heart? Tell me, Airi, is there any difference between me and everyone else in your heart?"

"You're not like them."

"But I want more than being different! In your heart, what do you think of me?!" Malfoy roared repressedly, "I want you to tell me that if I disgust you like everyone else, then Why are you trying to get close to me?! Teasing a Malfoy, seeing him being played around by you makes you feel interesting——!"

Malfoy suddenly leaned forward and kissed Eridins forcefully, a rough and unskilled kiss that only felt painful and aggression.

A ray of light emanated from Eridings' wand and hit Malfoy, who seemed to be pushed away from Eridings by an invisible force.

Eridins stood up from the sofa, she cast a few cleansing spells on herself in front of Malfoy, then looked indifferently at Malfoy who was staring at her bitterly: "Come here... I'm going back .”