The next morning, Malfoy boarded the train back to school.
There is one thing in the world that spreads faster than anyone can imagine, and that is gossip.
Malfoy sat in his seat, and he didn't even have to prick his ears to listen carefully, there were words like this drilled into his ears:
"Have you heard? Draco's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."
"Why?"
"It is said that he used charms to torture Muggles and was found out."
"No way, he usually looks like a gentleman, with a handsome appearance." Some girls said so.
"If you don't believe me, go and see if his wand is still there."
As a result, some girls pretended to pass by his seat unintentionally, and then ran away in a panic, obviously believing most of them.
Malfoy was quite happy, anyway, the image of Slytherin has always been like this.
"Is anyone here?" A gentle female voice came. "I'll sit here if you don't mind." A girl sat on the seat next to Malfoy.
"I haven't agreed yet." Malfoy was a little dumbfounded. "Also, I tortured a Muggle severely just a few days ago, classmate Qiu Zhang, aren't you afraid?"
Qiu Zhang shook her head, stared at him and said, "I still trust my own judgment." Then she asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"
"No comment." Just kidding, it would be really bad for Voldemort to find out about this kind of thing someday. In the last world line, she had a history of leaking secrets. As for telling a random lie, Malfoy had no interest either.
Qiu Zhang let out a disappointment, but still insisted: "No matter what, I still believe in you."
"Thank you." Malfoy replied politely, nodded slightly, and then started flipping through the latest issue of "The Quibbler".
The journey seemed short, but when Malfoy returned to Hogwarts, it was already dinner time with the last rays of the setting sun.
Walking on campus, people come and go. Some students are afraid to avoid him. The students walking in the front avoid looking at him, because they are afraid of being remembered by him. The students who are walking behind will always find opportunities to go around from other places.
Of course, there are also a small number of students in green robes who follow him from a distance. Obviously, the rumored Malfoy is very appetizing to them. The previous performance of the academy shows that he is very powerful. The Snake Academy is attached to the strong. Tradition.
"It's over, put yourself in." Malfoy sighed inwardly. "Now, Lao Deng is going to call me to the office to give me a good education." Malfoy now looks like a replica of Voldemort's boyhood. Followers, talents, and some tendency to be misunderstood are enough to make Dumbledore wary.
"Take one step and see one step at a time." Malfoy comforted himself, and walked slowly towards the restaurant.
The banquet seemed to have just begun, and the plates in front of many people were still full. Hogwarts always had so many reasons to hold a banquet, and Christmas was over.
As soon as he found his seat and sat down, Pan Xi's face came closer, and she asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"What can I do." Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to show that he was fine.
Seeing that his smile was natural, not like a forced smile, Pan Xi felt relieved, leaned forward and sat back on the chair, and said in a low voice: "I know you are fine, some of the stories you told me did not emphasize anything less. Racial equality or something." She paused, then said, "But I still hate Muggles."
Malfoy was noncommittal, and the change of concept did not happen in a day or two.
"I'm very dissatisfied with your Christmas present!" Pansy knocked on the table, as if trying to attract his attention. "Shouldn't you give the pen and ink to that mud..." She seemed to think of something, but she stopped abruptly, "To that Muggle witch?"
Without waiting for Malfoy to answer. Pansy continued, "I like the color of the ink, though."
"And you have a conscience," Pansy whispered, casting a quick glance at his hand.
Malfoy raised his hand to look at the pair of gloves with strange color matching and some balls of string showing.
"Put it down." Seeing him raise his hand to look at him, Pan Xi said hastily with a blushing little face.
"You dare to weave, I dare to wear, are you afraid of being seen by others?" Malfoy smiled, he thinks that Pansy's appearance is so cute now that people can't help but tease him.
"Laugh again! Give it back to me." After saying that, Pan Xi made a gesture to get up, and it seemed that he really wanted to snatch the gloves back.
"Isn't someone still full of confidence when they write?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Don't mention it." Pan Xi's head drooped suddenly, and his tone was indescribably low. "I took a photo with the camera as a souvenir, and my mother saw it, and she laughed at me."
Then she began to say seriously: "You really give it back to me, and I will change it again, it will definitely look better." Malfoy clearly saw the fighting spirit in Pansy's eyes, obviously comparing with his mother Excited.
"There's no reason to take back the gift I gave. I will keep it until the day I die." Malfoy looked at the glove with a cherished look, with indescribable affection in his eyes.
"Disgusting!" Pansy blushed even more, and the blush even spread to the base of her ears.
"Okay, I won't tease you." Malfoy corrected his expression, and then said: "I am very grateful to Miss Pansy for knitting this pair of gloves for me in her busy schedule. I am very honored, but in view of this first gift Because of its particularity, I decided not to return it.”
"When did you become so cunning! Give me back that stupid goose from before." Pansy said bitterly.
"Growth is irreversible, miss." Malfoy smiled.
In the end, the glove was still on Malfoy's hand and was not taken off, and Malfoy was not stared at by Pan Xi.
"Harry, have you heard?" The Gryffindor table was also in full swing, and Ron reached into the middle of the table to take a piece of pancake, and said to Harry.
"Heard what?" Harry asked without looking up, he was killing a chicken leg.
"It's spread all over the academy, and you don't know?" Ron first glanced at the Slytherin dining table, and then whispered to Harry, "Draco was captured by the Ministry of Magic. Melon used magic to torture, I think if it wasn't for his father, maybe he would be in Azkaban now."
Ron gloated a little.
"But even so, his wand was confiscated," Ron continued.
"That's really a fluke." Harry couldn't help touching his chest, he could feel his heart beating violently. "It's unbelievable that I proposed to ask him who Nico Flamel is, Ron, you've been so helpful."
"Of course." Ron raised his head at this moment, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.
"It's not like that." Hermione suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, causing the Gryffindor students to look sideways, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students also turned their eyes.
"What's not like that?" Ron asked her. Obviously they didn't expect Hermione to speak for that Slytherin, he thought maybe Hermione was just thinking about a certain problem.
"It's nothing." Hermione said weakly. The words just now were her impulse, and she seemed to let out her breath as soon as she finished speaking. She didn't have the courage to admit that she was speaking for him. She was afraid that others would use strange words. He looked at her.
"Hermione, we were worried about you before, but we didn't find a chance." Harry broke in. "You seemed to be in a bad state at Christmas." Harry paused, and then continued: "But now you seem to be much better."
"Yeah." Ron nodded.
Hermione wouldn't tell them that she was happy because of the note, even though it consisted of a few random words and a spell.