In the two seats side by side in front of the long Slytherin table, Pansy was talking to Malfoy with a smile, maybe the girl was talking about her previous experiences in school, her face was a little excited, and her hands were still Gesture something.
"Okay, it's time to go." Malfoy suddenly reminded after a short story segment that they should go to class, and they would be late.
"Yeah." Realizing that he was a little too involved, Pan Xi nodded, but still seemed a little unsatisfied.
Just when they got up to leave.
Suddenly there was a sound behind the two seats.
A junior Gryffindor student suddenly slipped and fell, and the teacup in his hand fell out of his hand, and crashed straight into Malfoy's seat. The hot tea in the cup was tumbling in mid-air, drawing an irregular arc.
Although the trajectory has no characteristics, the landing point is obviously on Malfoy's body.
With a sound of "swipe", the tea water spilled all over the floor as if it was blocked by something.
At some point, the teacup returned to that junior student's hands.
"Be careful next time." Malfoy reached out and grabbed the student who was about to fall.
The Gryffindor student broke free as if electrocuted, and ran away.
"Really careless." Pan Xi stared at the back of the junior student and said dissatisfied.
She was taken aback just now. Magic can solve many Muggle headaches, but emergencies largely test the ability to respond.
Nor was it a wizard who hadn't been thrown to his death in mid-air. They were so panicked that they couldn't even say a complete spell.
And at the corner of the Gryffindor table, Hermione was staring closely at her two best friends.
"What are you two doing?" Just now, the two looked sneaky, before they fell down, they looked over there in advance, it was too obvious.
Ron spread his hands: "We didn't do anything." Harry nodded in agreement.
But soon lost under Hermione's stern gaze
"Okay, okay...I think he must have the Dark Mark on his hand, and I want to find a chance for him to reveal his secrets. If the tea scalds him, he can be forced to reveal the mark."
"So what?" Hermione said suddenly.
A rhetorical question stopped Ron and Harry, and their faces froze suddenly.
Even Snape has the Dark Mark, but it can teach them the same, it doesn't seem to matter whether he has it or not
"Can you put your mind on the OLS exam and be serious, that's what matters to your future." Hermione's tone now resembles that of Professor McGonagall, with a serious expression.
But in fact, she is the least qualified to say this.
She went to Professor McGonagall to learn Animagus, not to have a deeper understanding of Transfiguration, she was also very suspicious of Malfoy's behavior, and this incredible "cleaning".
It's just that on these bright sides, things that can be detected almost at random, there can be no omissions.
The "conspiracy" of the Goblet of Fire was discovered only when the final plan was nearly completed, due to mistakes and omissions of others.
Otherwise, he is still the recipient of the Goblet of Fire, and it might seem like nothing happened.
Even if they want to investigate, they must realize the seriousness of the matter.
Instead of using this kind of playful prank temptation that will only make him alert
"Also, Ron, the prefect's power is not used to manipulate lower grade students, and next time, I will tell Professor McGonagall." Finally, Hermione did not forget to warn Ron
"Actually, you want to be a prefect, so I'm sorry to say it." Ron became a little irritable after being trained, and suddenly said impatiently.
"Yes, I want to be, so you better not let me get caught again." Hermione gave him a bitter look. .
She took a deep breath to keep her arms from shaking with anger, and turned to leave.
"How can you talk to her like that, Ron." Harry frowned and said with some anger.
It didn't take long for Hermione to be proven right.
Because in a herbal medicine class in the morning, in order to transplant a certain kind of special plant, because of its own nature, touching some materials will cause the rhizomes to wither, so it is necessary to use skin contact.
Malfoy didn't shy away from it at all, rolled up his cuffs, and stretched out his two arms. Compared with before, he was not so sickly pale and much stronger.
Of course, there's no Dark Mark on it either.
Hermione was alone, ignoring Ron and Harry's apologies, and silently transplanted plants in a corner.
The afternoon class is Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
This was Malfoy's first meeting with Mad-Eye since his return.
"Mr. Malfoy, come up and practice." Moody looked at the pair of blue magic eyes.
People can judge the corresponding mood by observing the face to a certain extent.
There was no expression on Malfoy's face, unusually calm.
Moody "let go" him lightly.
But it wasn't because he knew Malfoy's identity that he let the water go.
For the sake of absolute secrecy, Malfoy's experience of designing Peter Pettigrew with him in the third year has been saved by Dumbledore in the pensieve.
The memory involved is placed in the principal's office.
It cannot be opened unless Dumbledore or Malfoy go in person.
Now. In his eyes, he was someone who relied on his father's power to clean himself up.
But he understood the importance of Defense Against the Dark Arts to students, and the classroom was not for settling personal grievances.
In this extraordinary period, the old him will definitely teach him a lesson.
However, now, after all, he chose to be patient, and did not make a real move in the end.
Of course, even if they did do it, they don't know who is teaching whom.
A relatively boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended.
This class is again talking about some basic issues.
After all, it is impossible to practice every class, and summarization is also essential. Blind practice cannot make people make enough progress.
"Draco?" Pansy walked over to Malfoy's seat to look for him after class.
"Where is the person?" She looked at the empty seat in front of her with some gloom, and kicked the legs of the table lightly.