Snakes in Hogwarts

Glancing up and down at Andros with suspicion, Draco didn't say anything in the end.

Because no matter what, the fact is, as Andros said, he used excellent magic to earn 10 points for the academy.

In fact, Xiaolong and the other Slytherins soon did not pay attention to Andros.

Their attention shifted to the rest of Gryffindor as Madam Hooch left with a crying Neville.

Taking advantage of the two people's effort to go to the school infirmary, Draco sneered at the Gryffindors in the venue.

"Have you seen his stupid appearance?" He deliberately asked loudly in the direction of Gryffindor.

"That muddy, silly, chubby man who knows nothing, by the way, what's his name?" Draco deliberately pretended to rack his brains, mocking the people present. Lanfindo.

Hearing Draco's words, the Slytherins burst into laughter.

This undoubtedly made Draco even more proud, his taunting skills were definitely at full level.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" an Asian girl snapped in Gryffindor.

That was Parvati Petir, a beautiful Indian girl with jet-black hair and a pair of big eyes staring at Malfoy angrily on her exotic face.

"Yeah, Pettil, I didn't expect you to like this chubby little tear pack." Pansy also sprayed venom unscrupulously.

She actually knew Petir a long time ago, because Parvati’s parents were both wizards, they were also the high caste among Indians, and the nobles among Indian wizards.

And before enrolling in school, Pettier had participated in several cocktail parties between wizards and nobles with her parents.

Originally, their relationship was pretty good, because there were not many aristocratic children who attended Hogwarts together in the same grade, and Pettil was a face Pansy had never seen before, so naturally they had a good impression of nothing.

But this goodwill, or short-lived friendship soon ended because Pettil was assigned to Gryffindor.

The contradiction between the snake and the lion has taken shape since the Big Four were still there.

It's boring, the next step should be the classic plot of Harry and Malfoy pinching each other.

Andros thought boringly, he didn't even want to participate in the quarrel of these kids.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to himself, he walked to a tree not far away and sat on the grass, resting his head gently on the rough tree trunk.

This familiar feeling made Andros couldn't help but recall that period of life in the orphanage.

Although it was a bitter life at that time, there was no need to squeeze one's potential madly for the things that will happen in the future as it is now.

Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing.

I really want to go back and have a look again. I don't know what happened to Mother Nancy.

Why did I write to her but haven't received a reply?

Andros thought wildly, as the afternoon sun shone through the leaves and spotted his face.

....

Not everyone hasn't noticed Andros.

In fact, since he rescued Neville, one person's eyes have been on him, this person is the savior Potter.

Seeing him leaning against the tree in a daze, Harry didn't want to admit that there was some envy in his heart.

To be honest, he never understood this boy who was his age.

Why do you feel so hostile to yourself in the bookstore?

Why can he perform so well in class?

And, most importantly, why can he do what he wants to do without anyone else?

The savior's heart had too many unanswered questions, and for this reason, he didn't even listen to Malfoy's ridicule against Gryffindor.

"That guy, he's a weirdo!" Perceiving Harry's gaze, his good friend Ron commented.

"Such a person should be assigned to Ravenclaw, where the weirdos get together! Just like that annoying Granger."

His prejudicial words made Potter frowned, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, damn guy, what is he going to do?" Ron growled in a low voice.

Harry regained his senses, and he saw at a glance that the boy he thought was worse than Dudley, Malfoy, was bent over looking for something on the grass.

When he saw the glass ball he was holding, Harry just felt an anger surge from his heart, rushing to the top of his head.

It looks about the same size as the crystal ball in the divination classroom of the old sacred stick, Trelawney. The difference is that it is filled with white smoke constantly surging, emitting dazzling flashes under the sunlight.

This is a memory ball, a complex alchemy product, and only wizards with different brain circuits from ordinary people can make such a thing.

Its use is also very simple. When you hold the memory ball tightly with two hands, if you forget to do something, the white smoke inside will turn red.

But, do you think that for a guy like Neville who can't even remember his password, even if he realizes that he has something and forgot to do it, will he remember what it is?

It seems unlikely.

...

"Look!" Draco held up the glass ball in his hands as if showing off his trophy.

"It was given to him by that fool Longbottom's grandma."

The Slytherins burst into laughter.

"Come here, Malfoy!" Harry yelled, and everyone stopped talking, looking at both of them.

"Why?" Malfoy swaggered onto the broom.

"I'm going to hide it and let that idiot look for it." He gave Potter a playful smile.

"Scarhead! How do you think I put it on a tree, or do you want me to be on top of the castle?"

"I said bring it here, Malfoy!"

Without paying attention to Harry, Draco flew into the sky after making an international gesture towards him. As for the warnings made by Ms. Hooch, Xiao Long didn't care at all. He was not shocked.

As the school board's child, Draco didn't believe that he would be expelled from the school for such a small matter.In that case, Lao Deng’s secret society would have lost a lot of Jin Jialong’s expenditure.

"If you want, come and get it! Scarhead!" Flying into the sky, Draco mocked Potter on the grass below.

He must have never imagined that Potter, who had never touched a flying broom before, actually dared to fly into the sky.

What Draco also did not expect was that the latter flew great!

Some people are born with unimaginable talents. A mortal like Draco will not understand Potter who has the protagonist's halo blessing.

Silence for him, half a second.