Bree frowned and said to Snape: "Dean, I'll follow and take a look, and ask Madam Pomfrey to bring some anti-swelling medicine."
With that said, Bree ran out of the classroom, and Snape did not stop him. He glanced around sharply, looking at Harry and Ron next to Neville, and looked away suspiciously.
"I hope I don't find out who is doing stupid things in my class."
A terrible class ended in a hurry. Bree followed Draco to the school hospital. In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey saw Draco's miserable state at a glance. She immediately exclaimed and took out a bottle of anti-swelling medicine from the medicine cabinet, pulled Draco over and applied it lightly on her face.
"Can you let him out, ma'am?"
Draco glared at Bree dissatisfied, and Madam Pomfrey was obviously inclined to take care of the patient's emotions, so she said to Bree unceremoniously: "Please wait outside, Mr. Oded, and I will take care of him." Malfoy returns it to you intact."
Draco snorted, and Bree looked at Draco's indifferent attitude and sighed: "Madam, there are many little wizards injured in the Potions classroom. Maybe you can bring some potions over and I will deal with them. Draco's injuries."
Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
She hurriedly carried the medicine box and put bottles of anti-swelling medicine in it. As for Draco...
"Just ask Mr. Ode to take care of him."
After saying that, she ran out immediately, and under the influence of the potion, the swelling on Draco's face also reduced a lot.
"I'll do it, Draco."
Stopping Draco's hand from applying the medicine himself, Bree picked up the cotton gauze, dipped some medicine in it, and looked directly into Draco's panicked eyes, looking at his miserable little face.
"puff…"
"Evil, don't laugh!"
Well, Brie pursed her lips and smiled in her eyes.
"Hypocritical Oude."
Draco muttered under his breath, which made Bree pause for a moment.
"What's wrong with you, Draco, I think I didn't do anything wrong. If it was about alchemy items, I originally wanted to make it clear to you."
"I want you to help me with other things. Just leave the matter of selling alchemy items to Enid."
"Hmph." The swelling on Draco's face gradually subsided and turned red. Bree gathered some coldness in her hands to help Draco cool down.
"I still, I thought you didn't need me anymore."
Draco stared at his gray eyes and looked at Bree worriedly: "Everyone knows that I followed you, but you abandoned me, how embarrassing it is!"
"Can't I help you? That Enid is not a good girl at first glance..."
"And Azar, he must have ill intentions towards you."
Draco pushed Bree's hand away, touched his face, and breathed out after finding that it had returned to its original shape.
But Bree thought thoughtfully and said: "But both Enid and Azar can try to trust you. You can't be the only one by my side."
Bree put down the cotton gauze, waved her hand, and used magic to clean away the remaining potion on her hand, and then helplessly stared at the lowered platinum-blond head.
"Are you looking down on me, Oded..." Draco said silently.
Brie thought about it and said without any bias: "No, it's just that you shouldn't be allowed to do some things. They are more suitable."
"Am I worthless? You black crow. I knew it from the very beginning. That's why you accepted...me because I am Malfoy."
Draco stood up, shook his head viciously and left, not wanting to give Bree a chance to explain.
"Draco!"
Bree looked at Draco walking away and took a deep breath. Did he, Bree Ord, have to speak in a low voice to coax this proud guy?
"It's obvious that whoever contacts whom has different intentions. You've always known it." Bree left the school hospital silently, not wanting to go to Draco again.
Just like what Tom said before, friends can never be trusted. Perhaps Brie has always been wary of everyone in the outside world, including Cedric. He would never tell Cedric something that went against justice.
The unhappy conversation clearly made the vague alienation between Bree and Draco clear. Now everyone in Slytherin knew that Malfoy had been abandoned by Oded, and Malfoy was no longer pursuing him. Ode ran.
"You willful young master." In the hall, at the Slytherin table, Enid looked back at Draco, who was malicious to her, and sat down without hesitation in the seat that originally belonged to Draco next to Bree. , and Tom also sat on the other side.
Draco ignored him, and Bree had no intention of quarreling with him. This little kid just said what he wanted, and Bree was not a stingy person. As long as Bree could do it, he would not refuse.
This was preferential treatment for a friend, but it was a pity that Draco chose a method that Bree disliked the most.
"Lord Oude, does the green apple pie need to be covered with honey?"
"Come on, Enid."
Tom on the side looked at Draco who was secretly looking at this area in a funny way, and gave Draco a provocative smile.
"Card…"
"Are you okay, Draco?"
Pansy looked at Draco's hand nervously and was relieved to find that it was not hurt by the knife and fork.
"It's okay, let's eat, Pansy."
…
After dinner, Bree stood up. He had to patrol tonight, and Tom followed him. Enid did not follow because she did not participate in the battle for prefect and was just an ordinary Slytherin student.
Draco looked unhappy, but he followed him. As the second-year prefect, he was obliged to participate in the patrol, and he was still with Oded and Tom. Snape also thought that the relationship between them was very close.
"Tap tap tap..."
There was a sound of footsteps in the cold corridor, and the torches above the corridor illuminated the figures of the three of them, lengthening their shadows and intersecting them at random.
Their mission was to patrol the second floor, and they were followed by a professor.
"Lockhart?"
Draco's expression changed as he watched the professor arrive.
"Can we get another one?"
"No, there is no better patrol professor than Lockhart." Lockhart shook his finger at Draco dissatisfied, waved his wand flamboyantly, and smiled with his white teeth: "No one can question me. Professional, I can fight vampires, travel with xz snowmen, no one can hide from my eyes, and no danger will come to me, I can handle everything!"
Of course, no, because they don't take you seriously at all.
At this time, Bree saw a small piece of clothes appearing at the corner in front. He noticed that those guys were walking to the left with a little awareness.
After briefly thinking about which acquaintances were missing in the hall just now, Bree quickly guessed that these were Harry, Ron and Hermione. It seemed that they had made some new discoveries.
Bree thought for a moment, and instead of following Professor Lockhart around, it would be better to go see what Hermione and the others were doing, not to mention that he didn't want to stay with Draco right now.
"Professor Lockhart, I think we can work separately, or you can trust me with the disarming spell."
"Huh?" After hearing what Bree said, Lockhart, who was about to agree, immediately said, "Then let Malfoy and..."
"Azar and I will be fine. You can take Malfoy with you."
Bree walked to the corridor on the left, not giving Draco a good look at all. Since Draco chose this, don't let him hesitate and end this unfriendly friendship quickly.
Tom smiled and followed immediately, but before leaving, he still praised: "Decisive Oude."
Draco clenched his fists and followed Lockhart without saying a word. Lockhart shrugged, waved his wand and said, "Then let's go, Mr. Malfoy."
Lockhart lowered his head and chuckled to himself, waving the wand in his hand gently. A quiet and imperceptible sound enveloped Draco, and then a faint sound came from the wand.
"Hiss, hiss..." Open!
The magical voice formed an imperceptible thread and floated in the direction where Bree was going.
And then, Lockhart waved his wand, and the spell around Draco disappeared.
"If Mr. Malfoy doesn't want to patrol, you can go back first. I will not exempt you from the extra points. The brave Professor Lockhart is fully capable of dealing with any danger."
Draco gave Lockhart an odd look.
"I think Malfoy will thank you, Professor."
Draco turned around immediately. He didn't want to follow Lockhart, he would rather go to Bree...
Forget it, he's not looking for it anymore, let's go back to the dormitory.
Draco thought honestly and silently walked to the underground floor.
After Draco left, Lockhart worried about the wand and said, "You promised me that as long as I take you to open the secret room and attract Oded there, you will help me..."
Lockhart felt the numbness in his private parts, which was a bit difficult to describe.
"Of course...I said when Oude was attacked, I would fulfill my promise."
A hoarse and weak voice came from Lockhart's wand. As a piece of Voldemort's soul, it was remarkable that he could survive until now, and this was not his only goal.
Voldemort in the turret continued to use this soul to talk to Lockhart.
"Then go to the eighth floor and I can make you wear the Ravenclaw diadem!"
"You should have heard that it is a Ravenclaw item. You can gain incomparable wisdom by wearing it. As long as you wear it, you will definitely be able to break that trivial curse."
Lockhart referred to the inability to stand upright as a curse, but of course, this was not important. What was important was that Voldemort now needed the power of Ravenclaw's diadem hidden in Hogwarts.
After hearing this, Professor Lockhart smiled strangely, and then he changed his usual arrogance and said seriously: "It's from Ravenclaw, are you sure, dear sir?"
"How could I deceive you, my friend? I even told you the secret of the basilisk."
"Haha, of course, I believe you, even if you are a dark wizard, but I don't think you can control my brain. I clearly understand that you will not tell lies at this time, otherwise only death will be waiting for you."
Lockhart said confidently, his eyes locked on the stairs, and he murmured softly.
"Gryffindor's sword is in the Sorting Hat, Ravenclaw's diadem is on the eighth floor, so where are Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's? It's really a difficult puzzle to solve."
"Perhaps hidden in Slytherin's secret chamber, and in the kitchen."
Lockhart looked at the black energy in his wand that had been retracted. His face under the torch shone with this unknown firelight, looking deep and unfamiliar.
"Perhaps my goal should be bigger. Unparalleled wisdom does not only belong to Ravenclaw."
