Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"Don't be jealous... ("I didn't!") Hermione should have come to Ravenclaw, don't you think so?" Luna's tone was half-truth, and Zoe always felt that she was teasing herself, there was something in the words .But it sounds like these words have no meaning, like sighs casually said.

"The sorting hat must have its reason for assigning me to Gryffindor." Hermione said nonchalantly. "Although I also like Ravenclaw very much, I am very fortunate to have gone to Professor McGonagall's college."

Zoe looked at her ill-intentionally: "Are you going to start recording Professor McGonagall's personal information, Miss Granger, the star chaser? But I don't think Professor McGonagall will produce a scroll like that-um. Huh!" Hermione blushed and stuffed the apples one by one into her mouth, blocking the words that hadn't been said yet.

Zoe was very embarrassed, she couldn't speak, but the shy Miss Know-it-all seemed to choke her to death. She could feel that the apple was almost entering her trachea. Not surprisingly, Zoe was choked. His face flushed, and then he coughed violently.

When she finally swallowed everything, there were physiological tears in the corner of her eyes because of the pain of suffocation: "You are murder!"

She exclaimed, her voice weak.

Chapter Thirty One

"If you are really dead, I will explain to the Ministry of Magic that you are making your own way." Hermione glared at her and Luna raised her hands in agreement.

"Well, let's change the topic." Realizing that he was absolutely weak among the three present, Zoe surrendered."Hermione, which courses did you choose for the third grade electives? I want to refer to them."

Hermione looked a little embarrassed: "I can't make a choice, they all look very interesting, come and see you for me," she rummaged in her pocket. I handed it in."

Zoe took the neatly folded application form. The handwriting on the application form was messy. Hermione's hesitation was able to get a glimpse of her, because she had made a lot of alterations, and several courses were crossed out by Hermione before restarting. Selected (Zoe noticed that the main reason for crossing them out was time conflict).Zoe's eyes twitched and put her attention on Hermione who was aside, she cleverly put her hand on her knee, obviously waiting for her advice.

"Uh, Hermione, are you going to sleep next semester?" Zoe said suspiciously. "You have taken almost all the courses. Look, ancient magic texts, arithmetic and divination...these courses are fine. Why did you choose Muggle research?"

Hermione blushed, but she said confidently, "It's nothing, I just need to squeeze a little break... Muggle studies, of course, I have to look at things from a different perspective, from the perspective of a wizard. The history is very fascinating." She warmly invited Zoe and asked her if she wanted to take this course.

"I will consider." Although her expression seemed disagreeable, "If I were you, Hermione, I would correctly evaluate my energy and subtract a few courses appropriately. Some of them are even conflicting. You You cannot take two classes at the same time."

"Uh, I will talk to Professor McGonagall. Stop talking about me, Zoe, what are your plans for the next semester?"

"One or two courses, and then I want to ask the professor to instruct me alone." Zoe thoughtfully, "but I don't know if he will agree, I haven't dealt with him much."

"Professor, who?" This inspired Hermione, and she said excitedly, "I can do the same. Find a professor to guide my homework. This is great!"

"I need to remind you, Hermione. You have already taken up the whole day with the conflicting courses. Unless you have a choice, you won't have this free time." Zoe said helplessly.But Hermione obviously didn't listen, she was muttering whether she could ask Professor McGonagall to guide her, anyway, she also admired her, killing two birds with one stone.

*****

The next day, Zoe received a letter from Lucius by accident. The letter was not sent by an owl, but an ugly house-elf with an old pillowcase on his body. It looked a little mad. , Because he is always muttering something in his mouth.

"Thank you." She took the letter. "You are?"

"Dobby's greetings to Miss Siegel!" The house elf called Dobby said in a high-pitched voice. "The master wants me to send you a letter, and wants me to convey that although he has not seen you, he still hopes you are well. ."

"It doesn't matter, what happened to Mr. Lucius?" Zoe opened the letter, frowning and reading it. She was a little confused and a little worried.In the letter, Lucius explained to her in a tactful tone that it might not be convenient for her to come to Malfoy Manor for summer vacation this year, because he needed to investigate some "possible hidden dangers", and even Draco might need to leave for a while. Because he was worried that those "dirty things" might hurt them.Lucius expressed apologies at the end of the letter.

Dobby waited for her to put down the letter and bowed to her: "Dobby doesn't know, miss. The host has been under a lot of pressure recently. He is always unhappy, thinking deeply, and absent-minded. Dobby even escaped quite a bit because of this. Torture." He squeezed his fist and placed it on the ridiculous flower pillowcase on his body.

"You seem to be a little afraid of me, why are you so far away from me? I don't eat elf." Zoe said grimly. Dobby stood a few meters away from her, lowered his head in fear, his big eyes blinked. Blinked: "Dobby didn't. Dobby just showed respect to the lady. Dobby listened to her. The master sent Dobby to deliver the letter." But it said so, obviously not planning to get closer.

"Forget it, you go." Dobby bowed to her and disappeared in front of her with a snap.At this moment Hermione pushed the door and came in. "Zoe, Madam Pomfrey said that even if you are well-trained today... I just heard you talking, is there anyone else?"

"Mr. Lucius’s house elf, maybe I think I’ll eat its meat with wine." Zoe’s self-deprecating smile was dispelled by Hermione’s forehead flicking. She had never liked Zoe’s occasional appearance. The kind of inferiority complex.

"Lucius Malfoy? Did he tell you anything?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. She told Zoe the conversation Harry had heard in Dumbledore's office before. "Malfoy's attitude is very real. It's like a lie. But if we treat Dumbledore's removal as a planned conspiracy and Malfoy is the victim, we have to find the real culprit."

Zoe told her the content of Lucius' letter. Because the information Lucius gave was too vague, they probably could only guess what Lucius felt wrong and was going to do.But there is no way to guess more.

"Ugh."

"what happened?"

Zoe lowered his head and said in a dazed tone: "I have nowhere to go all summer. If you don't trouble Dumbledore, or Malfoy Manor, where can I go?"

"Aren't you going home?" Hermione asked curiously. "Your family should have its own manor, just like Malfoy."

"It's just a castle with no people. It's gloomy and secluded. There are only house elves and crazy portraits. Even if I'm studying, I don't want to choose to study there, let alone staying there for a summer vacation. It is a disaster." Zoe Sadly speaking, she was thinking where she should go to spend the whole holiday.

Just beg Dumbledore to let herself stay at Hogwarts, but she recently noticed that Dumbledore was hiding something from her, and she felt awkward to talk to Dumbledore before she was in a good mood. In a strange mood, she wanted to continue to rely on him, but she didn't want to tell him everything.

"...Uh, then I have a suggestion." Hermione was speaking very fast and might be a little nervous. Zoe looked at her and found that she was unconsciously grasping the corner of the robe and rubbing it around.

"Would you like to... come to my house?" Her face was red and she stammered, "Look, I can live with you in my house, and I can give my parents a message and tell them first. We You can do homework together, go out to play, and watch movies—it's a kind of entertainment for Muggles—you can live in my room, my bed is quite big." She added hurriedly. "Of course you want to sleep alone, or you can live in a guest room."

"Yes, okay? I'm going to live in your house?" Zoe found that not only did he not feel uncomfortable about entering an unfamiliar environment, but he was also floating because he could go to Hermione's house.We must know that ordinary friends will not have this kind of invitation that represents intimacy. Inviting others to live in the bedroom is like a ceremony to open the heart.She found that she was happy because of Hermione's importance, but of course she couldn't immediately agree, it would make people feel like she was eager.

Although she had been so happy in her heart for a long time, she still thought for a long time with restraint, and asked several times if she would disturb the Grangers, until Hermione patiently replied again and again that she would not.She doesn’t actually have to worry about her feelings being seen by others. Hermione is almost as embarrassed as she is. Miss Granger and Miss Siegel are almost half-hearted about making friends. She didn’t have any close friends before going to Hogwarts. It is better to say that she has no friends at all.

Hermione had thought about it countless times in her mind, and had simulated conversations several times before she could say those words pretendingly.One of the two didn't want to let people see that she was looking forward to it, and the other didn't want to let people see that she was nervous, so he finally decided the matter.

Great!Zoe made a fist while Hermione couldn't see it. Although she had been in bed for a long time and had encountered sad things recently, she still saw the light of suffering and happiness. She could finally experience the way of getting along with her same-sex friends firsthand. Not just looking at the book delusion.

Great.Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when Zoe couldn't see, and let go of her sweaty hand.She must go back to the room first, and tidy up. After all, she is to entertain friends and she must not make her feel like a sloppy person.

The two people with different thoughts also have smiles on their faces. They can't wait to get on the train back and start their exciting summer vacation.

Extraordinary: Draco and Margarita

"father?"

Draco was strange, he saw Lucius sitting on the armchair by the fireplace, his expression dignified, and he didn't feel like enjoying a rare weekend at all.He straightened his back and leaned forward slightly, as if guarding something. Every five minutes he glanced at the grandfather clock at home, and then at the quiet fireplace.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Lucius moved his buttocks because of these words, and there was an embarrassment on that Wannian's stiff face.He looked at his son, stood aside ignorantly, and felt sad: If he had no choice, he didn't want to give his only son to the devil, although only for a short time.

This morning he received a text message from an owl. After reading the text message, Lucius walked around the room as if burning his ass.That person should be on vacation in Bulgaria. Why did he suddenly say he was going back to England?It was when he persuaded Narcissa to send Draco to an acquaintance's house for a few days.

Thinking of the hard-worded letter, Lucius’ stomach aches. No matter how many decades later, the woman will never listen to others, or she will never change her goal. If you dare to stop In front of her, she is sure to give you an impressive memory.

Lucius’s temples twitched, he kept looking at the time, and whenever he got closer to the agreed time (unilaterally set in the letter), he had to look in the direction of the fireplace with a sense of anxiety. .That person always came and went like wind and never said hello, because she didn't like the etiquette of most pure-blood families and felt it was hypocritical.So when Lucius saw the sorting hat just on her head and started screaming "Gryffindor", he thought it was a matter of course.

If she were to stay in Slytherin, it would definitely be seven years of frightening and frightening.Probably many students will fight with her and be taught by her. Lucius, as one of the people who have been "teached", the powerless humiliation faded over time, but he never stayed away.

He still remembered that Brighton, who was in the same hospital, had played with a mudblood freshman with a few companions. She was seen by passing by and hung them on the ceiling of the college auditorium for the whole night because of the silent curse. With the phantom spell, they couldn’t even call for help until the spell failed the next day. The professors saw that these three people were rescued, shaking like a dog in the water, and suffered a great mental blow. Don't dare to bully others.

Speaking of which, she is also the prefect of Gryffindor and the chairman of the student union, and she has a very poor affinity with Max, Lucius can't help but think of the past.Although the two people didn't have much time to meet because of a year's difference in grade, every time she met Max who was surrounded by people, her attitude was very unfriendly.Lucius was scolded by her at a party-it is rare that she was there-"Siegel, that freak? Give it up. You have no chance, Lucius, you are too normal."

Then Lucius pointed her magic wand at her to fight her, and she finally slapped her with the wand flying.This was because she drank some wine secretly and walked vainly, otherwise Lucius would not end up so mildly, and she would never show mercy to others' provocations.

It is precisely because she is such a person that she will resist the requirement of family marriage after graduation. She left the house on a broom and never contacted again.After that, she fought around for several years, and finally became famous by the professional team because of her excellent skills. After erasing the “stain”, she became shining again.The family is also hard-hearted, saying that it is really breaking the relationship.For so many years, the two sides have not exchanged even an owl feather, let alone daily letters or Christmas wishes.

"father!"

Draco's dissatisfied voice pulled Lucius back from his memories. He looked at his son and tried to make him do some psychological construction: "Draco, you have become a Slytherin Seeker."

"But we lost." Draco pulled a foul face and gritted his teeth. "Damn Potter, we will lose the second-year Academy Cup because of him. I will definitely win him next year."

"Yeah, this is the honor you should strive for, son." Lucius sighed. "So I found a coach for you... She may be able to help you improve some skills..."