Snakes at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 What are you looking at?

What does he see me doing?

Sensing the gaze of the savior Porter, Andros only felt a little baffled.

He had just stepped into the Great Hall and felt Potter's gaze before he reached the Slytherin table.

What are you looking at?

Andros looked at Potter with very impatient eyes. He had never liked this guy.

Apart from the arrogant and arrogant character traits that would become more obvious in the future, Andros did not want to get involved in the center of the vortex by getting too close to Porter.

Gryffindor is like this, they can easily implicate the people around them, especially their friends, because of their impulse.

Because these guys are so easy to fool.

...

The two people's eyes briefly met in mid-air in the auditorium, and then, Harry looked away as if fleeing.

It's really baffling.

Why is this guy looking at himself without thinking about why he won't fall off his broomstick for a while?

Thinking of this, Andros couldn't help but look in the direction of the teacher's seat. At this moment, Quirrell was stammering something to Snape next to him. His face was pale, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Haha, this guy really looks like one!

"Why don't you leave, Ander?" Zabini gently pushed Andros' arm.

"Nothing, I've just been thinking about things. By the way, where is Draco? Why didn't I see him at the long table?"

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"Merlin knows where he died! Maybe you can ask Senior Sister Farley, she is always the first to come to the auditorium." Zabini shrugged.

"Draco? He just left, not long before you came in." Hearing Andros's question, Senior Sister Farley raised her eyebrows.

"Just left? Isn't there going to be a game soon? Where is he going?"

"Yes, it's because the game against Gryffindor will be in a while. All the players rushed to the Slytherin locker room after eating. They need to confirm the tactics before the game starts."

So that's it, no wonder Draco has been missing since the morning.

The little dragon's love for Quidditch made him rush to the dressing room after breakfast. He didn't even bother to taunt Potter.

"No, he's not an official player. He's just going to join in the fun." After hearing what Senior Farley said, Zabini couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"It can't be said that if something goes wrong with the main player, then as a substitute, Draco needs to step in immediately, so he must know all the tactics like all players."

"But what tactics does a seeker need to know? He doesn't just need to catch the Golden Snitch..." Sensing the increasingly stern look in Senior Farley's eyes, Zabini wisely stopped mumbling.

They sat on an empty seat not far from Prefect Farley and quickly finished their breakfast.

The time soon came to 10:30 in the morning. Under the leadership of Senior Sister Farley, everyone at the Slytherin table stood up one after another. They walked out of the castle together, and then walked along the muddy path outside the castle towards the castle. Walk to the Quidditch pitch.

Compared with the previous days, when the weather was so gloomy that it felt like you could squeeze water out of your pocket, today was a rare sunny day. The midday sun shone on your face, but there was no warmth at all.

Even the ground was wet from the frost that had just melted away in the morning.

The little wizards stepped on the muddy road, causing their shoes and the hems of their robes to be covered with dirty mud.

But their enthusiasm for Quidditch made them temporarily ignore these unpleasant little things.

Moreover, this stain is not difficult for the wizard.

A simple clean-up will solve the problem.

In addition to Slytherin's little snake, students from other houses were also walking towards the Quidditch pitch one after another. Among the crowds of people, Andros spotted Hermione at a glance.

The latter is walking behind Penello. She looks like a standard Ravenclaw now.

Because until this moment, the girl was still holding a book in her hand.

The name of the book is, and you can tell from the name that it is a boring tome about the history and development of Quidditch.

The reason Andros knew this was because Hermione had just told him about the origins of Quidditch a few days ago and how it had become more perfect during the development process.

Some of the interesting things Andros still remembers today.

The girl obviously noticed Andros not far away, she waved, and Andros naturally smiled back.

"What are you looking at?" Pansy asked.

Following Andros' gaze, she also saw Hermione following Penello.

"Who is that girl? I noticed that you have been together a lot in the past two months."

It seems that women are indeed much more sensitive than men in many aspects.

"Don't make such a fuss, Pansy, it's just a friend. We happened to be in the same carriage on the express train to Hogwarts."

"Really?" Pansy looked very doubtful about this. A woman's unique intuition made her subconsciously think that this matter was not as simple as Andros said.

Strictly speaking, Andros didn't lie. He was indeed in the same carriage as Hermione. Besides him, there was also Longbottom's chubby little tearbag in the carriage.

However, what he didn't tell Pansy was that they had already thought about it before enrolling.

His words made the girl subconsciously think that the two of them met by chance on the train to Hogwarts.

Believe me, this is very necessary.

Especially for a little Slytherin.

Whenever he sat in the Slytherin common room, Andros could always hear the students talking around him about their deep-seated contempt for Muggles and Muggle wizards.

They did not continue to struggle with this issue, and the two of them continued to chat word by word. Suddenly, Pansy asked a question seemingly without caring.

"Are that girl's parents wizards?"

Pansy looked at Andros intently, as if trying to read something from the expression on his face.

But she was destined to be disappointed.

For Andros, who grew up in an orphanage, it is normal for him to have qualified acting skills that are not inferior to Quirrell.

"Wizard?" Andros raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if wondering why the girl suddenly asked such a question.

He frowned, seeming to be reminiscing in his mind.

"I think so. I vaguely remember hearing her talk about her parents, but I didn't ask about them in detail. Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious."

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