Of course, this was just a small episode. After all, it was so noisy around, it was normal to not be able to hear, although it was not the reason for Malfoy.
"It's a pity you missed the Sorting Ceremony." Malfoy shrugged.
"Anyway, I don't care about these. It's just these colleges." Pan Xi didn't care much about the situation of the branch colleges.
"By the way, how did you come back?" Malfoy asked curiously.
Pansy pointed to the upstairs, blinked and said, "You are not the only one who has the privilege."
The Floo network of Hogwarts is generally rarely connected to the outside world, just like some high-level computers in the Muggle world cannot be connected to the Internet. This can completely prevent the invasion of foreign enemies, but there are always exceptions. This time Pansy should have gotten With the consent of the principal, the restriction was lifted before using the Floo network.
"Although it's fast, it's really disgusting. I'd rather take the train." As if thinking of the dizzying feeling at that time, Pan Xi's expression became tangled again.
"Stop frowning, you'll age quickly!" Malfoy patted her on the head lightly. Then he said: "Tomorrow I will give you the present again, for which I have been working at Gringotts for half the holiday."
"What is it?" Pansy's eyes sparkled, obviously looking forward to it.
"Secret."
"Cut." Pansy turned her head away, dissatisfied with the answer. "I don't want to make people hungry, here." She took out a beautiful small box from her pocket as she spoke, and handed it to Malfoy as if reluctantly.
"Thank you," Malfoy said. "If you feel dizzy, go to sleep, it really doesn't feel good."
"Yeah." Pansy nodded, obviously exhausted, and then walked to Slytherin's dormitory.
Not long after, the unbearable school song ended, which meant that all students should return to their college's lounge, or directly to their dormitories.
Malfoy went straight to the Gryffindor table.
"What is he doing here?" Hermione felt her heart skip a beat.
But Malfoy wasn't looking for her, he was standing in front of the Weasley brothers now.
"Yo, isn't this the young master of the Malfoy family?"
"Are you looking for us to play some prank?"
Brothers George and Fred asked jokingly.
"It's just a deal." Malfoy said flatly.
"What deal?" The two brothers said in unison. Although the relationship between the two is not good, no one will have trouble with money. Maybe Ron will, but it's not necessarily the twin brothers who are out of character. Maybe they also want to take this opportunity Maybe killing someone for a fortune
"The more you make of this thing, the better. This is a deposit." Malfoy handed them a list and left some Galleons, and left quickly, ignoring whether they agreed or not.
"Cock Roaring letter?" Fred asked, glancing at the list. "George, what's the use of it?"
"I don't know." George shook his head. "Perhaps the young master needs this to wake him up?" George thought he had told a joke, but no one responded. He didn't feel embarrassed, and then said happily: "But I know our research funds are sufficient again."
"En." Fred also squeezed his eyebrows, and the two brothers smiled knowingly. Obviously, the Weasley brothers, who have sufficient funds, will make Hogwarts go crazy again.
"It's better than nothing, after all, it's not real, and it's just a foreign object." Malfoy who left could only think so, and he was not in the mood to go to the common room, and went straight back to the dormitory.
As for the common room in Gryffindor, which is now bustling with activity, most of the students have not yet fallen asleep. After Ron and Harry went in, the atmosphere turned into a climax. Obviously, their stories have been spread through various channels. In the ears of the students, maybe it was a ghost, maybe it was Peeves.
"My brother, how did you do it? You should have called us back then." George asked.
"I really think you can join our prank business, we lack your creativity." Fred also said.
The others cheered Harry even more, as if he had done something extraordinary.
"Did you really fly here?" Hermione interrupted, a little disbelieving and a little stern, just like Professor McGonagall.
"Stop giving us lessons," said Ron impatiently. "Anyway, we didn't deduct points from the college, and it wasn't considered the beginning of school at that time."
"It's not a question of deducting points, do you know how dangerous it is?" Hermione's voice rose.
"Okay, aren't we fine?" Ron stretched out his arms and stomped his feet again, showing that he was completely fine. Then he asked Harry again, "Is that right?"
"Ron, stop talking." Harry whispered, poked Ron with his hand, and tilted his head to one side. Ron knew right away, his most boring brother came over, looking like he was going to give them a good reprimand. So they quickly found an excuse and returned to their dormitory from the spiral staircase.
After returning to the dormitory, they were warmly welcomed by their roommates. Neville looked at them with admiration. The two of them felt that the punishment just now was nothing, and they were a little proud. Of course they didn't know that there would be a rather horrific Howler letter waiting for them tomorrow morning.
The next morning, the students of the four colleges ate breakfast at their corresponding long tables with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, hills of bread and plates of eggs and bacon.
"I didn't expect that I wasn't the only one who was late." Pansy was talking with Malfoy, and Malfoy told her about the "brilliant deeds" of a certain two people yesterday. "It seems that Gryffindor lost a lot of points at the beginning of this semester, how much did they lose?" Pansy asked expectantly.
"Uh, I didn't lose a point. Our dean probably wanted to deduct it, but it was said that school was not considered to start at that time, and they were only locked up for a while as punishment." Malfoy had a hard time understanding why Pansy was so obsessed with the Academy Cup. "Disappointing." Pansy pouted, looking very dissatisfied with the ruling.
"Let's watch the show later." Malfoy could only comfort her in this way.
"What a show?" She didn't expect anything interesting to happen in the auditorium.
"Here, it will be staged right away." Malfoy pointed to the owls that were flying into the auditorium. Hundreds of owls were circling above, and finally divided into four groups and threw the letters and packages among the people who were talking.
"Errol!" Ron yelled.
Perhaps it was because they had endured too much anger from their masters at home before, causing them to be in a trance. The owl didn't find the right foothold, and plunged into Hermione's jug, splashing milk and feathers all over them. Ron had no choice but to pull the wet owl out with his claws. Errol was sprawled on the table with his legs in the air and a soggy red envelope in his mouth.
Even though he didn't want to open it, but thought it might be worse, Ron tore him open.
Almost as soon as the letter was opened, the people present all blocked their ears with their fingers, and the loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking off the dust on the ceiling.
Harry also didn't expect that Mrs. Weasley, who was usually so gentle and amiable, would be so terrible when she was on fire. Her voice was a hundred times longer than usual, making the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the Howler letter, except for Malfoy and Pansy, who had already turned their heads around, Ron curled up in his chair and could only see a red forehead, Harry Sitting in a daze, staring at the opposite side.
"Oh, dear Ginny, congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, your father and I are proud of you." The tone of the roaring letter softened at the end, and then smoke rose and burned.
Ginny lowered her head, as if she was the one who was ashamed.
Only a few Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students covered their mouths and laughed secretly. As for the laughter on the Slytherin side, it was almost as low as Mrs. Weasley's just now, Pansy laughed Tears were about to flow from my eyes, and I still didn't forget to ask: "How do you know there is a good show to watch?"
"With their family's standard of living, what do you think will happen if a car is scrapped?" Malfoy asked Pansy.
"Well, it seems that I can't understand the lives of the poor." Pansy gradually suppressed her laughter, as if realizing that she was not a lady at all, then spread her hands and asked, "My gift is agreed Woolen cloth?"
"I know you're thinking about it." Malfoy smiled, took out a beautifully wrapped small box and handed it to her.
"Can I take it apart?" Pansy was eager to try, but in fact, this question was superfluous.
"Of course." Malfoy made a gesture of invitation.
Pan Xi tore open the package, and there was a simple golden snitch lying quietly in the box. It was more gray than gold. Time had left too many traces on it, and the original metallic luster had disappeared. up.
Pansy put her hands over her gaping mouth in surprise, because the gift was such a surprise, before asking, "Can it fly?"
"Of course, but we may have to go to a narrower place, otherwise it will be difficult to fly away." In order to fix this thing, Malfoy took another trip to Bokinbok's shop. To be honest, Sometimes repairing a thing is indeed far more expensive than the item itself. Although the goblins are very generous to Malfoy who has helped them a lot, Malfoy who bought the broom and this gift is almost at ease.
"Thank you." Pansy blushed.
"That's not your style," Malfoy said narrowly.