The bell rang for the end of get out of class, signaling the end of this ancient rune course. Most of the students were still unsatisfied. This course is indeed difficult, but it is also really interesting. Most of the people who are confident in choosing this course are from Ravenclaw College For students who love knowledge, after the difficulty is abandoned, the rest should be fun.
"You go first." Pansy, who was sitting in the seat, waved to Malfoy, "I still have a few questions for the professor to ask."
"You're stealing my lines." Malfoy looked at Pansy with a strange expression, very puzzled, even though he had already felt her change, he was still not used to it.
"Is it strange that I study you seriously?" Pansy gave Malfoy a white look.
"Then I think asking the professor what you are confused about now has the same effect as asking me." Malfoy shrugged.
"I don't." Pansy pushed Malfoy away from the seat angrily, as if to drive him away.
"Okay, okay, then I happen to have something to do. If you don't understand anything, just ask Professor Babling. Remember to be polite." Malfoy finally reminded Pansy, and quickly left the classroom.
Hermione saw that the two of them couldn't get in the conversation, and after the conversation ended, Malfoy left quickly. She felt sorry but also breathed a sigh of relief. As for why, maybe only she knew the reason.
Just as Hermione packed up her books related to the Ancient Rune Course and was about to get up to leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.
"Miss Parkinson, what can I do for you?" Hermione asked in a cold tone while sorting out her books. Apart from finding fault, she really couldn't think of why a Slytherin female student would come to her after class. , She also didn't believe that Miss Parkinson would humbly ask her for advice, whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Malfoy was enough to teach her.
It seemed that Hermione still didn't notice the faint sourness in her heart, and made a comparison unconsciously.
However, the provocative words that Hermione imagined did not come out of Pansy's mouth. Hermione looked up at Pansy, only to find that the expression on her face seemed to be very tangled, her eyebrows were all tangled together, and her hands were placed I don't know what I'm doing behind my back, and one foot stands on tiptoe from the ground from time to time. In any case, Hermione was the only one who didn't see a hint of hostility on her face.
Pansy suddenly leaned forward, and Hermione unconsciously grabbed the wand beside her. She still didn't let go of her guard, wondering what the girl in front of her was going to do against her.
"Thank you." Pansy finally made up his mind and formally bowed to Hermione, softly but solemnly.
"Huh?" Hermione, who was in a defensive posture and ready to fight back at any time, was stunned. She didn't know why Pansy thanked her. The most recent encounter was probably the unpleasant duel between the two of them at the Dueling Club. After that, there was basically no communication, and Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her had to say to her.
"Thank you for going to inform the principal that Draco was saved." Pansy continued, which revealed her intention.
"He won't be willing to owe favors to others." Pansy said to Hermione firmly, "So the matter of saving Ron can be regarded as his reward for the time being. The relationship between the three of you is so good, it should be considered as a reward." It's evened out."
"That has nothing to do with me." Hermione began to organize her textbooks with her head down again, and then said: "If it is true, then I helped him last year, which is what a Gryffindor should do. It has nothing to do with anyone, and it's not for any compensation." Hermione paused for a moment, then raised her head and stared at Pansy and said, "And he saved Ron, it was his own choice, please don't involve any repayment or anything like that." High-sounding words." Hermione bit the word "save" very hard, obviously not agreeing with her statement.
"That's the best." Pan Xi didn't care too much, "So according to what you said, I just thank you according to my own wishes. It's up to you whether you accept it or not. I also came here without telling him. What?" Pan Xi seemed to have thought of something, she smiled secretly, the corners of her mouth curled up inexplicably, and then she turned and left.
The conversation between the two of them this time completely dispelled Hermione's plan to thank her again.
She could only bite her lip and watch Pansy leave.
The flame of courage that was finally built up was ruthlessly extinguished again. Perhaps Pan Xi's words did not directly make her give up, but sometimes human courage can only last for a while, and the most impulsive moment is over. , this interruption changed her decision again.
Hermione suddenly found that her determination was not as strong as she imagined. She was still afraid, but she didn't know where the root of the fear was.
Want to get close but dare not get close? Maybe.
And the protagonist who made her tangled up was talking with Mrs. Pince in the library at this time, unaware of how much trouble he had caused someone.
"Son, what's the matter with you? I think you should be more familiar with this place than I am." Mrs. Pince said to Malfoy with a formulaic smile that repulsed people thousands of miles away, and her tone seemed to appreciate him for coming to the library. Very diligent, but actually there is a bit of irony in it.
She has never seen a first-year student who can read books in the ** area without any scruples. Let's see what books he reads. Want to be the second Dark Lord
What's even more strange is that the headmaster actually agreed with this brat's behavior. Even though she couldn't accept it herself, she could only pretend to turn a blind eye.
The results of it? See, he must have used all this knowledge to make such a big mess last semester. She wouldn't believe that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, but she felt that the child in front of her was the only one is the culprit.
But the principal still didn't punish Malfoy too severely, or it wasn't a punishment at all, and he came here again today, and he seemed to have trouble with her, but she didn't think she had any knowledge of those black arts , let him ask for advice.
"Of course, Mrs. Pince." Malfoy smiled slightly, bowed, and then said: "I hope to donate some books to the library, these are some precious books I collected during the holidays, no matter where It’s very meaningful in terms of perspective.” After speaking, Malfoy raised a black box, put it on the table, and stroking it with his palm, the box clicked, as if some mechanism had been triggered, and it opened by itself.
Theoretically speaking, Mrs. Pince of course hopes that the library has as many books as possible, and she also hopes that Hogwarts students can obtain as much perfect knowledge as possible, but Malfoy gave her a really bad impression. She didn't have any sense of expectation in her heart.
Sure enough, when she saw a few gold-plated characters "Born Noble, The Family Tree of Wizards" on the somewhat torn pages of the book, her brows were furrowed.
As she expected, it really wasn't a good book, and it was a book about pure blood and nobility. In her opinion, it was nothing more than a group of old antiques bragging about their nobility.
"First of all, I have to see if there is any strange magic in these books." Mrs. Pince's smile narrowed, and she no longer looked amiable just now. She didn't want any crooked and messy books to appear in her jurisdiction. Just like the riots last semester, didn't the principal just say that it was caused by the diary? What if this kid has bad intentions
Having had the first time, she naturally has reason to believe in the second time.
"Of course." Malfoy smiled, stretching out his hand as a gesture of invitation.
It looked like a series of books, Mrs. Pince randomly picked up one, opened it and read it.
"The noble and oldest Black family." Mrs. Pince couldn't help laughing when these characters came into her eyes, and some wrinkles couldn't help but appear on her sunken cheeks.
However, the surname Blake reminded her of some years ago, there were a few students who came to the library to study near the exam, and one of them seemed to have this surname. At that time, there was a very cute little girl who was helping them with their revision. She is very beautiful, with long crimson hair and almond-shaped green eyes. This is one of the few students she can still remember more than ten years later. Gossip is a woman's nature. From time to time, she couldn't help but look at this small group a few more times. To her surprise, the two who seemed the best match were not lovers.
What is that man's name? Mrs. Pince began to try her best to remember, and her sunken eyes became a little blurred, Potter? She had a flash of inspiration and remembered the man's last name, but it was the same as that Harry Potter.
He is not bad-looking, but he is far worse than that Black. She still remembers that when she saw Black for the first time, she felt as if something had grabbed her heart. She felt that if she was younger A few dozen years old, maybe they will fall in love with him at first sight.
Because he is too handsome, a little bit of arrogance has attracted many girls even more, and she is no exception, but adults can always adjust themselves faster, and will not go crazy like those little girls. , the mind quickly faded away.
However, that glimpse made her unforgettable after all, which is why she became complicated when she saw this surname.
Concentrating her mind, she continued to look down.
A coat of arms jumped into her eyes. On the mountain symbol are two five-pointed stars, below which is a long sword, and the whole forms a shield. On both sides of the shield are two leaping greyhounds. In terms of terminology, it is: "black, the mountain shape between two stars is the main body, a sword is the base, and silver. She knows that this should be the family coat of arms of the Black family. These families like to make these symbolic things very much. Strengthen the sense of belonging and honor of future generations.
"Well..." She stared at the words on the book and began to mutter to herself, "Siris Black, born in..." This is a family member who died young, so no more information was recorded. He died when he was eight years old.
Mrs. Pince's eyes slid down, "Phineas Nigellus Black (1847-1926)" She remembered that this person once served as the headmaster of Hogwarts, but his reputation was not very good, However, just after she finished reading about this man's life, the person in the photo suddenly moved, looked at her with mocking eyes, and showed a sneering expression.
"It's just a little transfiguration magic," Malfoy explained. "It makes the reader's impression of these people even stronger, doesn't it."
"Oh." Mrs. Pince nodded noncommittally, with a blank expression on her face, but her fingertips turned faster and faster, and soon, she saw a photo she wanted to see.
—Sirius Black
The dark gray eyes reveal a bit of sharpness, with the arrogance and indifference of strangers, it is more suitable to describe it as unsmiling, this should be a photo of his youth, full of vigor, and has not been smoothed by Azkaban His sharpness and sharpness.
"Okay, there should be no problem with these books, they can be stored in the library." Mrs. Pince quickly closed the book, her tone was still as indifferent as before, but the result she gave surprised Malfoy.
People with a non-negative EQ know how to read words and expressions. Malfoy, who thought he would be made things difficult, never expected Mrs. Pince, who was not very pleasing to him, to let him get his wish so easily.
"Then thank you very much." Malfoy said politely.
This naturally saved him a lot of effort, and some preparatory work to avoid being made things difficult was useless.
"Maybe she's in a good mood these days." The green light all the way made him in a good mood, and if Malfoy knew the real reason, he might be dumbfounded.
"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Pince asked, with a hint of impatience in her tone, maybe it was his own illusion, Malfoy felt that the librarian in front of him seemed to be rushing him away.
"Uh..." Malfoy pondered for a moment before saying, "It should be gone, but I still want to see with my own eyes that these books can be put on the bookshelf."
"Troublesome brat." Mrs. Pince muttered in a low voice, "Then I have to find a more free shelf for it." She thought so, family genealogy and other things should be closer to historical materials and the like She got up and led Malfoy to the rows of bookshelves, her eyes wandering non-stop, before she found a relatively empty place.
"It's right here." Madam Pince said, looking at a bookshelf expressionlessly. It was empty, but covered with a little dust.
"Clean it up." Upon seeing this, Malfoy immediately cast a spell, and the bookshelf immediately became tidy, which made Mrs. Pince's expressionless face show a slight fluctuation. If Malfoy looked back, he would find that The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"This brat doesn't look so pleasing to the eye." Malfoy would not know that his unintentional move had slightly restored his own image.
A person who stays in the workplace for a long time will always develop some habits. For librarians, caring for books should be called an occupational disease. What Mrs. Pince hates most is those students who don’t love books. Fu's move changed her impression a lot.
"The Weasley family, the Malfoy family, the Avery family..." A family tree was placed on the bookshelf, and the books in the box became less and less.
When the last one was placed on the shelf, Malfoy clapped his hands, announcing the success.
"Thank you for your wisdom. I believe the students will be willing to know the glorious history of their family." Malfoy bowed slightly. These genealogies are not simply a combination of names and dates of birth and death, but also include the main deeds of family members. Even the photos, etc., are more detailed than the records in the family. As for why such detailed information can be obtained, the factor of wealth is inevitable, and Malfoy still spent a lot of energy for these dozens of books.
For example, finding a woman who was madly infatuated with Blake back then, and buying back his photos at a high price.
Of course, these are all smoke bombs. His real intentions have actually been hidden in a book.
When he was leaving, he looked back at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf and thought to himself: "The seeds have already been planted. As for when they will germinate, all that needs to be done is to wait." (To be continued.) .) The 19-year-old woman's live broadcast on the live broadcast platform is exposed! Follow the WeChat public account: meinvpai1 (press and hold for three seconds to copy) to watch online!