Time flies, and it has been almost two months since I came to Hogwarts in a blink of an eye.
Today's Malfoy is very excited, one word can be used to describe him - beaming with joy, even the corners of his mouth are slightly raised when eating.
"I just got permission. I'm so happy." Pansy beside him was using a knife and fork to deal with the smoked fish on the plate.
"This is just permission, which represents knowledge, wisdom, and power!" Malfoy was not as calm as before today. said loudly.
"I think you should go over there with your plate." Pansy pointed to Ravenclaw's territory.
Due to his excellent performance in many subjects, Malfoy finally obtained the free borrowing rights of most of the books in the library today, without asking Mrs. Pince for instructions.
Some books contain powerful Dark Arts never taught at Hogwarts, and these books are only available to students taking Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. To read this section, students need the teacher's permission and signature to borrow it.
For him now, the range of books that can be borrowed has once again expanded, except for some rare or too dangerous black magic books that need to be consulted. All other books flowed freely to him.
"I think you couldn't concentrate in class today." Seeing Malfoy's excited expression, Pansy started her poisonous tongue again, obviously very dissatisfied with his appearance.
"I've never seen you so happy when we were together." Panxi suddenly felt a little unbalanced.
"You're right, we'll have class later." Malfoy tried his best to calm himself down, obviously he didn't notice the sour tone in Pansy's words.
But it was obvious that Malfoy was a little absent-minded in today's class.
The last class in the afternoon was herbal medicine, and Malfoy rushed to the library after class. The provoking Professor Sprout wondered if the effect of his lecture today was not very good.
"I wonder if something is wrong with the Sorting Hat." A group of Ravenclaw students were whispering. "If he were our college's college cup this year, it should be ours." Apparently this news had spread to several colleges.
"What's there to be proud of, isn't it just better grades?" Ron was a little angrily in the Gryffindor lounge.
"I think we should think about how to apologize to Hermione. That's the most important thing." Harry changed the subject.
"Apologize? Wingardim Leviosa!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Did you see her like that? We seem to be retarded in her eyes."
"Ron, that's enough, you know she didn't mean it." Harry interrupted Ron. "I think you must have seen her cry just now."
"So what?" Ron said with a look of uneasiness on his face. Obviously it's not something to be proud of in any situation to make a girl cry.
"Let's apologize to her at the Halloween party. I know you're just being blunt," said Harry.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Ron was a little impatient.
At this moment, Malfoy was walking through the bookshelves.
The history of Hogwarts is so long that the wooden bookshelves have begun to rot in some places, exuding the smell of rotten wood, and some books have been dusty for too long, and they are already covered with dust.
Malfoy was looking for some of the hidden knowledge he wanted. He scans quickly. His feet followed his gaze and kept moving.
He stopped and stood before one of the oldest bookshelves.
"It's you." Malfoy pulled out a book. The cover of the book was a little blurry, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust, making it difficult to read the title.
"Clean up!" Malfoy used his magic.
The appearance of this book looks better, but the blurred characters due to the erosion of time still haven't become clear.
"Enough," Malfoy thought.
"By the way, today seems to be going back early. It seems to be an important day." Malfoy usually doesn't care much about these activities, but today everyone seems to be a little excited. Teachers and students are discussing something enthusiastically. Pansy seemed to hint at him a few times in the morning, too. Said something like candy pumpkin.
"Halloween!" Malfoy seemed to suddenly remember something.
"This seems to be a key point in the plot, by the way, troll!"
Malfoy was thinking about it when he suddenly felt his back hit hard.
"I'm sorry." A familiar female voice came from behind.
"Isn't this the protagonist of today?" Malfoy looked back, his disheveled curly hair came into his eyes, who else could it be except Hermione, her eyes were a little red, obviously she had just cried.
"Isn't this the know-it-all of Gryffindor? It seems that you are not in a good mood today, did you argue with someone?" Malfoy asked knowingly.
In his previous life, Malfoy had heard a theory that certain people tended to hold on in front of familiar people, but would drop their armor in front of unfamiliar people. It seems confirmed today.
A thin mist suddenly appeared in Hermione's eyes, and she said: "They all said that I like to please the teacher, and Ron also said that I was like a nightmare in the charm class. I just want to remind him that his spell It's just not right. Why did they say that about me." Hermione seemed to explode suddenly.
"And that group of people in your academy keeps calling me a Mudblood. This nickname is so annoying!"
"Do you also want to see my jokes now? The only thing I can be proud of is gone in front of you!"
Malfoy was a little dumbfounded, because he didn't think they were acquaintances. Hermione's current weakness made him feel that his current career should be a psychiatrist. To take the responsibility of enlightening her.
"Ahem." Malfoy coughed.
"Then, as the best first-year student in Slytherin, I think I can apologize to you for those incompetent students in our house." Malfoy bowed slightly.
"Then, I want to express my apologies. I hope you'll do me a favor. How about Honeydukes? It's Halloween."
Hermione was stunned for a while, obviously what she said just now was purely venting her emotions, she just wanted to drive him away and be quiet for a while. But I didn't expect that not only he was not angry, but also apologized to himself.
"Aren't you angry?" Hermione's voice dropped suddenly.
"I guess if a Gryffindor has the guts to apologize to a Slytherin, then I can't be too petty. Can't I?" Malfoy obviously brought up what happened last time.
Hermione was silent for a while, then suddenly whispered: "Hogsmeade can only go on Saturdays, and the permission of the third graders and teachers is required."
"In this world, there are only places you want to go, but there are no places you can't go."
"Gryffindor courage should also include breaking the rules."
"Maybe you can get along with them by breaking the rules a little more, right?"
"Come with me." Said Malfoy and walked away.
Hermione stomped her feet and followed Malfoy as if she had made up her mind.
Gryffindor students have an inherent risk factor in them, don't they