The next morning, Malfoy embarked on a train back to school.
There is something in the world that spreads faster than anyone imagines, that is gossip.
Malfoy was sitting in his seat, without even having to erect his ears to listen carefully, words like these got into his ears:
"Have you heard? Draco's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."
"Why?"
"I heard that he was found using a curse to torture Muggles."
"No, usually he is also a gentleman, personable," some girls said.
"Do not believe you go and see if his wand is still there."
The result was naturally that some girls pretended to pass by his seat unintentionally, and then hurried away in a panicked look, apparently believing most of them.
Malfoy was happy, but Slytherin's image has always been like this.
"Is there anyone here?" came a gentle female voice. "If you don't mind, let me sit here." A girl sat in the seat beside Malfoy.
"I haven't agreed yet." Malfoy couldn't help crying. "Also, I just tortured a Muggle a few days ago, classmate Zhang Zhang, are you afraid?"
Qiu Zhang shook his head and stared at him and said, "I still believe my own judgment." Then she asked, "Can you tell me what is going on?"
"No comment." Just kidding, this kind of thing let Voldemort know that it is simply a big deal. She had a history of leaking in the last world. As for a casual lie, Malfoy was not interested.
Qiu Zhang was disappointed, but still insisted: "No matter what, I still believe you."
"Thank you." Malfoy returned to her politely, nodded slightly, and then began to flip through the latest issue of "Singing the Opposition".
The journey seemed to be short, but when Malfoy returned to Hogwarts, the setting sun exuded the last afterglow, and it was already supper time.
walking around the campus, people come and go. Some students were afraid of avoiding him. The students who walked in front of them dodged their eyes and dared not look at him. They were afraid of being remembered by him. The students behind them would always find opportunities to bypass them from other places.
Of course, a small number of students in green robes followed him from afar. Apparently, Malfoy was rumored to have an appetite for them. The previous performance of the academy even showed that he was very strong. Tradition.
"It's over, take yourself in." Malfoy lamented. "The old Deng is estimated to call me to the office to educate him." Malfoy's escape now is a replica of Voldemort's boyhood. Follow-up, talent, and certain tendencies to be misunderstood are enough to alert Dumbledore.
"Go step by step and watch step by step." Malfoy comforted himself and walked slowly towards the restaurant.
It seems that the banquet has just begun. Many people are still full of plates. Hogwarts always has so many reasons to hold a banquet. Christmas is also a reason to end.
As soon as he found a seat and sat down, Pansy's face came together, and she asked with concern: "Are you all right?"
"What can I do." Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to show that he was fine.
Seeing him smile naturally, it's not like Qiangyan laughing, Pan Xi let go, and leaned forward to sit back in the chair, and whispered, "I know you are fine, some of the stories you told me did not emphasize anything. Race equality and so on." She paused and said, "But I still hate Muggles."
Malfoy was not at all confident that the change of concept was not a day or two.
"I am very dissatisfied with the Christmas gift you gave!" Pansy knocked on the table, as if to attract his attention. "Don't you have to give the pen and ink to that mud..." It seemed that she had thought of something, she still stopped her words, "Give it to the Muggle witch?"
didn't wait for Malfoy to answer. Pansy continued: "But I still like the color of the ink."
"And you have conscience." Pan Xi glanced quickly at his hand and whispered.
Malfoy raised his hand and looked at the pair of gloves with strange color matching and some line balls.
"Put down." Seeing him raise his hand to check, Pan Xi said with a blushing face.
"You dare to weave, I dare to wear it, are you afraid of others watching?" Malfoy smiled. He thought that Pansy's looks were so cute now that people couldn't help but tease.
"You laugh again! Give it back to me." After Pansy got up, she seemed to want to grab the gloves back.
"Isn't someone confident enough when he wrote?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Don't mention it." Pansy's head suddenly dropped, his tone low. "I took a photo with the camera as a memorial and was seen by my mother. She actually laughed at me."
Then she started seriously and said: "You really give it back to me, I will change it again, it will definitely look better." Malfoy clearly saw Pansy's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, obviously compared with his mother Awesome.
"There is no reason for the gift to be sent out, and I will keep it until the day I die." Malfoy looked at the glove with a cherished eye, and the deep emotion in his eyes could not be expressed.
"Disgusting!" Pansy blushed even more, and the blush even spread to the roots of the ears.
"Okay, don't tease you." Malfoy straightened his expression, and then said: "Thank you very much Miss Pansy for knitting this pair of gloves for me in my busy schedule. I am very honored, but given this first gift I have decided not to return it."
"When did you become so slippery! Give me back the goose goose." Pansy said bitterly.
"Growth is irreversible, Missy." Malfoy smiled.
In the end, the gloves were still worn on Malfoy's hands, but they were not removed, and Malfoy was not stared by Pansy.
"Harry, have you heard?" Gryffindor's dining table was also hot, and Ron reached into the middle of the table to pick up a pancake and said to Harry.
"What have you heard?" Harry asked without looking up. He was destroying a chicken leg.
"It's spread all over the academy, don't you know?" Ron glanced over at Slytherin's table, then whispered to Harry: "Draco was caught by the Ministry of Magic~www.mtlnovel. com~ It is said that he tortured Muggles using magic. I don't think it would be his father, maybe he is already in Azkaban now."
Ron was gloating.
"But even so, his wand was confiscated." Ron continued.
"That was so lucky." Harry could not help touching his chest. He felt his heart beating violently. "It's unimaginable, I actually proposed to ask him who Nicole Leme is, Ron, you are a real help."
"Of course." Ron looked up at this moment, could not help but feel a little proud.
"Not like this." Hermione suddenly shouted at the table, attracting the students of Gryffindor to look sideways, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students turned their eyes.
"What's not the case?" Ron asked her. Obviously they didn't think that Hermione would help the Slytherin. He thought that maybe Hermione was just thinking about a certain question.
"It's nothing." Hermione said weakly. The sentence was just her impulse. Once she finished, she seemed to hold her breath. She didn't have the courage to admit that she was talking to him. She was afraid that others would use strange things. Looking at her.
"Hermione, we were still worried about you before, but didn't find a chance." Harry interjected. "Your condition seems to be very bad at Christmas." Harry paused, then said: "But now it seems that you are much better."
"Well." Ron nodded.
Hermione will not tell them that she was happy because she received the note, although there are only a few words and a spell on the piece of paper