Malfoy was irritable, he had been in a bad mood ever since Gryffindor had easily defeated Hufflepuff.
Malfoy simply couldn't believe that even with Professor Snape personally acting as the referee, the Hufflepuff team still lost the game, and lost the game so easily and unbelievably quickly. They were simply the worst of the worst.
Malfoy, no, the entire Slytherin College students have been scolding the Hufflepuff team these days. They actually know that students from other colleges hope to see Slytherin College lose this year's Quidditch trophy, or even lose the House Cup. They are all jealous of Slytherin College, and now seeing their conspiracy about to succeed, Malfoy feels extremely angry.
In Malfoy's heart, Slytherin will always be the best house, and Gryffindor is only fit to be their stepping stone.
There were other reasons that made Malfoy so anxious. His eyes were bruised by the poor Weasley on the day of the Quidditch match.
Although the bruises had subsided under Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Malfoy still felt a dull pain in his eyes.
"Damn Weasley, damn Gryffindor!" Just as Malfoy gently rubbed his swollen right eye and cursed under his breath, a fat cat walked towards him from the end of the corridor in front. It was a very funny fat cat. He had never seen a cat so fat.
As we all know, there is only one cat like this in Hogwarts, and that is the cat named Tom raised by Gryffindor genius Albert Anderson.
Albert Anderson!
When Malfoy thought of this name, he felt even worse. He still hadn't forgotten the unforgettable memory of the anonymous gift during the Christmas holidays. The cockroaches that crawled out of the gift bag were still a shadow entangled in his heart, making him unforgettable for a long time.
"Catch that fat cat!" Malfoy suddenly said to Goyle and Crabbe beside him. He knew that the damn Muggle wizard cared about his fat cat very much. If he made it disappear, of course, Malfoy did not intend to kill a cat, but wanted to hide this fat cat so that the Muggle wizard could not find his cat. Malfoy could not wait to enjoy the anxious expression on the face of the annoying Muggle wizard.
Goyle and Crabbe both hesitated, as they had both heard that Albert was not easy to mess with.
"I just want to have some fun with it," Malfoy noticed Goyle and Crabbe's hesitation, cursed them in his heart and began to explain, "I just want to invite it to our lounge."
When the two men were about to catch Tom, Fat Cat Tom seemed to have sensed that the two guys in front of him had bad intentions, so he immediately turned around and trotted away.
"Catch that cat."
Just as Malfoy was about to take out his wand to freeze Tom, an extremely cold voice sounded in the ears of the three: "What are you going to do with my cat?"
Goyle and Crabbe looked at Albert and didn't dare to chase the cat anymore.
"Meow!"
Tom immediately hid behind Albert's thighs, stretched his head out to stare at the two guys chasing him, shouted at Albert, and rubbed his feet, as if complaining to Albert: These three guys bullied me.
"Draco Malfoy, is that so?" Albert bent down and picked up his cat, then raised his head and stared at the blond boy in front of him with an oppressive look, "If anything happens to my cat in the future, I will think it was you who did it."
"Are you threatening me?" Malfoy pursed his lips tightly, suppressed his trembling and looked at Albert.
"No, I'm just telling you a fact." Albert took a few steps forward, his eyes became even colder and more oppressive. It was the indifference that came from killing someone. Malfoy trembled slightly under the pressure of Albert's gaze.
"What are you doing here?"
A stern voice was like a torch lit in the darkness. Malfoy felt all the pressure on his body disappear. He took a deep breath and said to the person who came: "Professor Snape, he is threatening me."
"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor, Mr. Anderson, bullying freshmen is a crime..." After Snape and Albert's eyes met, he immediately stopped what he was about to say. He could also feel the indifference in the other's eyes.
Albert ignored Snape and walked directly to Malfoy, saying in a hoarse and distant voice: "Anything related to your name will bring you an unexpected journey; the cursed blood cannot bring eternal life, and you will be a witness, and he will be with you. Stay away from that shadow, otherwise the conspiracy will be because of you, bringing death to you, or to others."
At this moment, Malfoy was stunned and stood there blankly. He didn't understand what Albert meant at all, but the other party's words gave him a very bad feeling.
Albert glanced at Snape and prepared to leave.
"stop!"
Snape was so angry that he was shaking all over. He had never been ignored like this before. Moreover, what Albert had just said was like a ridiculous prophecy. Although Snape did not believe that Albert could predict the future, he believed in prophecies. There was a prophecy that made him regret for the rest of his life.
"Oh, it seems you need it too, right?" Albert stopped, turned around and looked into Snape's eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curved up, and he said in a tone that I understood: "Well, only this time, I'll charge you next time."
"Playing tricks!" Snape was so angry that he was shaking all over and was about to say something.
Albert ignored Snape's words, making his voice sound vague and empty: "Beware of black and white, stay away from the cursed course, otherwise the moment your wish is fulfilled, death will not be far away from you!"
Having said that, Albert no longer paid any attention to Snape and walked away holding his cat.
Several students in the corridor who witnessed it all stared at the departing figure in amazement. They never thought that Albert would not even buy Snape's words.
“It’s so cool!”
Harry looked at Malfoy, whose face was pale, and spoke excitedly to Ron in a low voice.
"Do you think that so-called prophecy is true?" Hermione was more curious about Albert's so-called prophecy. Albert made a prediction for Malfoy and Snape respectively, and the results were both very bad.
"I don't know!" Ron quickly came to his senses and said to Harry and Hermione, "Fred and George always say that Albert is right."
He glanced at Malfoy who was walking towards him, and said in a voice that the other party could hear: "However, I heard that basically all the prophecies that were not joking came true in the end. They all believed that Albert had the ability to predict the future."
Malfoy's expression became even uglier.
"He was terrified!" Hermione looked at Malfoy's departing back and said in a low voice, "You didn't see his expression..."
"What does the curse course mean..." Harry ignored Hermione's words and turned his head to ask.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Legend has it that Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed. Our previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor even disappeared because of it. Some people think it was because of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse." Ron became more and more excited as he spoke. "You know what? I heard that Snape has always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If this prophecy is true, the day Snape takes up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he will be close to death."
"That would be great if that were the case!"