Back in early November.
The majestic heavy rain shook the world, and the huge black lake trembled in the waves caused by the strong wind. In the deep and bottomless water area, a huge black shadow was restless due to the turbulent lake body. It swayed with huge overgrown trees. The suction cup's tentacles hit the dark green rocks from time to time, causing the Slytherin common room adjacent to the Black Lake to shake from time to time.
"This big ugly beast is losing his temper again!"
Daphne cast a cold gaze at the giant squid raging outside the glass window.
If they were young wizards from the other three houses, they would definitely tremble with excitement if they had the opportunity to see the legendary giant squid in the Black Lake. But for the students of Slytherin House, this is just a daily scenery. , every time there are waves on the lake, this big guy will always lose his temper because he is disturbed from his sleep.
It is now around twelve o'clock at noon, and there are not many students in the Slytherin common room, which is filled with green lights. Most of the people here are gathered around the beautifully carved fireplace and warming themselves by the fire, continuing the atmosphere from last night. topic, talking with awe about the accident that happened at the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff yesterday.
"I can't figure out why Draco would do that. He obviously hates that silly boy Potter so much."
The haggard-looking Pansy Parkinson looked dejected.
"It's really puzzling--"
Outside the rippling blue window, the giant squid that was venting its fumes discovered a group of Grindylows that unfortunately passed by nearby. So, it turned around and spit out a series of bubbles big enough to fit Hagrid into it, while waving its tentacles as a whip. , whipping the unlucky water monsters around.
This scene made Daphne feel bored. She withdrew her gaze and patted Pansy on the shoulder.
"No matter from which aspect, Draco's behavior can be regarded as a kind of betrayal. If it weren't for his self-inflicted actions, we would never have lost to the stupid and reckless lions of Gryffindor. , it’s us who should show off in front of Professor Brain!”
"I don't want you to say that about Draco, Daphne!"
Contrary to Daphne's expectation, Pansy did not feel relieved by her words. Instead, she pointed at her with a sharp look and said domineeringly,
"And you are not qualified, Daphne, don't forget, your family still has many businesses that rely on the support of the Malfoy family to survive. You should show some respect to Draco!"
After an embarrassing silence, Daphne nodded unwillingly,
"You're right, Pansy--"
She first agreed with the facts Pansy said, but then she changed the subject and said,
"But I have to say to you, Pansy, most of us - I mean Theodore, Blaise, Millicent, we have reached a consensus that Draco must be the one for him. You have to pay a price for your betrayal. We will not get involved in cleaning the owl loft today unless--"
"Unless what, Daphne?"
Before Pansy could express her anger at Daphne's words, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them, making the two little girls Daphne and Pansy change their colors.
It's Draco Malfoy and his two loyal supporters, Crabbe and Goyle.
In the current magical world, except for a few holy pure-blood families with prominent status in the Ministry of Magic, the Malfoy family with astonishing financial resources is probably the one with the most power and influence. Faced with the direct descendants of such an important family, Daphne and Pansy were both a little frightened by the heir's rage.
Before Daphne could explain what she had just said, Draco raised his pointed chin and stared at Daphne indifferently, his tone was very contemptuous,
"Do you need me to apologize to you, eh, Daphne?"
"Shouldn't you explain, Draco?"
Daphne couldn't be arrogant in front of Draco. She suppressed her anger, pointed at the ground, and explained a little unconvincingly,
"You have let everyone down. Theodore, Blaise, Millicent and I worked so hard to help Slytherin buy time, but you spent your energy on saving silly Potter-"
"I don't have to explain anything to you, Daphne-"
Draco said unceremoniously, but when he saw the sad Pansy, his expression did waver. After a brief hesitation, he said with a straight face,
"But now that you're all on the same page, well, I'm going to deal with that flat-haired beast's shed—"
"I can help too, Draco."
Pansy did not hesitate, she stared at the domineering Draco Malfoy with fascination, and said dreamily.
"No need, Pansy, I don't need support."
Draco stretched out his thumb and nodded at Crabbe and Goyle who were standing behind him. After simply leaving these words, he turned around and left.
Gryffindor lost the game with Hufflepuff. The weak and incompetent Potter fell from the sky because of the dementors. It is said that even his Nimbus 2000 was turned into a pile of debris. Brian The professor showed great power and directly trapped the dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic to control the school gate at Hogwarts.
These things originally made Draco feel happy and excited, but some words from that silly girl Daphne just now completely ruined his mood, but he couldn't find any suitable reason to explain his behavior. He couldn't Maybe he told them that he was trying to repay the little favor Potter showed him during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first half of the year.
If he said this, Draco could confirm that he would become a complete laughing stock in Slytherin from now on.
It was now time for lunch, and the air in the great hall was filled with the rich aroma of food. As they passed the foyer, Crabbe and Goyle looked longingly at the delicious food that seemed to be glowing on the long table, and their mouths watered with greed.
"Can we go over and get something to eat, Draco -" Goyle said naively, "We are so hungry that we can't walk down the street."
"It's physically draining to bother with hygiene, Draco," Crabbe begged in a low voice, "We'll starve."
"Did you think I would spend most of the day in that smelly stone house, Crabbe, Goyle?"
Draco had a youthful look on his face and scolded him with a hatred of steel.
"I plan to go there for a walk and give Professor Blaine an explanation and I will come back. Come on, we can come back in time for lunch!"
The three of them rushed up to the west tower and stopped outside the shed.
When he opened the door, he was greeted by the strong smell of bird droppings, which made Malfoy gag.
Malfoy came to the Owlery often, but it wasn't until he came to clean up the stone house that he realized how stinky it was.
Crabbe and Goyle were very conscious. As soon as they entered the house, they walked to the corner of the cobweb-covered shed where brooms and other cleaning tools were placed, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to do some work.
"Put those stupid guys down in your hands--"
Seeing Crabbe and Goyle looking at a loss, Malfoy became even more angry. He raised his feet and looked at the bird droppings and undigested rat bones on the soles of his feet with disgust. ,
"Is the wand in your pocket just for show?"
"But we don't know those cleaning spells, Draco-"
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and said in unison in a naive voice.
"Then just do whatever you want,"
Draco pulled the wand out of his pocket and said impatiently, "Anyway, just let people know we've been here!"
Well, with Draco's order, Crabbe and Goyle finally found their way. After Malfoy retreated to the threshold, the two of them began to gesture with their wands in the room, looking as slow as carrying a wand. A troll walking around with a stick.
Crabbe seemed to want his wand to spray some water to clean the ground, but for some reason, a small orange flame spurted out from the tip of the wand. After a whoosh, the flame jumped into the air. Blows off an owl's tail feathers!
Now they had stung a hornet's nest. The owls that were resting on the elevated branches became furious. They spread their wings and took off one after another. Several owls flew above Crabbe and Goyle and pecked them with their sharp beaks. head, while most of the owls used their trump card while staying in mid-air.
Snapped!
Malfoy, who was standing at the door watching the excitement, suddenly felt a touch of warmth on his lips. Subconsciously, he wiped it with his hand and put it in front of his eyes for inspection. What he saw was a sticky grey-brown indescribable mass.
"You...you..."
In an instant, the furious Malfoy pulled out his wand and jumped into the room, roaring at the restless owls,
"Beasts, I want to give you some color!!!" ŴŴŴ.
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