Snakes at Hogwarts

"I'm reading the book you gave me."

When Draco approached, Andros lifted the closed book and showed him the cover.

A ferocious dark purple figure was engraved on the torn thick cowhide cover.

The figure's appearance and expression were already blurry, and he opened his mouth wide, as if he was wailing in pain.

Well, this cover is somewhat deceptive, and combined with the name of the book, people will immediately think that this is a spell book that records many evil black magics.

But Andros knew very well that the shape of this book just looked a bit exaggerated.

What was recorded in it were all tricky curses that barely had anything to do with black magic.

However, this book does fit in well with the atmosphere of the Slytherin basement.

Think about it, in a dark underground lounge that was transformed from a dungeon, a small boy was leaning on a carved wooden chair, concentrating on flipping through a hideous-looking book.

Above him, the green light shone along the iron chains on the roof, barely illuminating the skull placed on the table not far in front of him.

On the other side of the boy, a fire lit under a beautifully shaped mantel illuminated half of his face brightly, while the remaining half was hidden in the shadows behind him.

Well, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a little dark wizard who is trying to learn how to become the villain behind the scenes.

No wonder Slytherin was so unpopular.

After living in such an atmosphere for a long time, Andros only felt that all the little snakes looked like little dark wizards, or were on the road to becoming dark wizards.

"Really! How is this book? Is the spell in it very powerful?" Draco asked eagerly as he sat down next to Andros.

What Andros didn't know was that the little dragon had been searching in the library at home for a long time before finding this magic book that he thought was good.

It has to be said that the Slytherins' aesthetics are so different.

The hideous cover, which ordinary people would avoid, had an extraordinary appeal to Draco.

"Ender, you know, this book is no longer available on the market. Because it contains a lot of evil black magic, it was ordered to be removed from the shelves by the Ministry of Magic." At this point, Draco raised his head. , with a arrogant look like "Come on me quickly."

But, do you really know what dark magic is, Draco?

Andros complained crazily in his mind.

If sticking leeks out of people's nostrils can be called black magic, then the black wizard is too cheap.

"Well, there are indeed some, um~ interesting spells in it." Draco replied plausibly, without dampening his enthusiasm.

"Overall, thank you Draco, I really like the gift you gave me."

"Really? That's great!" Draco's eyes sparkled.

"Ender, you have to read this book carefully, so that after you have learned the magic in it, you can teach it to me."

"This way, the next time Scarhead provokes me, I can teach him a lesson with a spell he has never seen before!"

? ? ?

So, the purpose of you giving me this book is actually to let me teach you the spell on it?

Andros couldn't help but roll his eyes.

How lazy are you? Can't you just practice according to the description in the book?

Besides, are you sure Potter will take the initiative to challenge you?

How do I remember that every time you arrived in the Great Hall, you would run non-stop to the Gryffindor table?

"What's wrong?" Looking at Andros with a strange look on his face, Draco asked doubtfully.

Perhaps in his eyes, Harry was the brat who didn't appreciate praise and dared to repeatedly refuse the friendship of the Malfoy family.

Not to mention, he also became good friends with Ron, whom Draco disliked the most.

Such a strong contrast made Draco feel very unbalanced.

As for myself, in Draco's eyes, I should be more knowledgeable than Potter.

Andros thought rather self-deprecatingly.

Never mind, being friends with Draco was actually quite nice.

After getting along for such a long time, he could feel that Xiaolong was not a bad person, he was just a little arrogant, squeamish, domineering and other aristocratic diseases.

But this is normal. Any child who grows up in his kind of environment will have these problems.

Draco is not without good qualities. He is very kind to the friends around him. Not to mention the Christmas gifts this time, he often takes out the delicious food mailed from his home to share with everyone.

Even for his two little followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

Moreover, even if Andros made up stories about him and Potter from time to time, Draco would never care about it.

Of course, all this is based on him thinking that you are one of his own.

Snakes are quite tolerant of others of their own kind.

And the most important thing is that Draco is still very innocent now (quite easy to deceive).

The only thing that worries Andros is his opinion of Muggles, as it relates to his relationship with Hermione.

Now the little dragon has begun to show hostility towards Muggles and Muggle wizards.

He knew that Andros had a good relationship with a Ravenclaw girl, but he might not know that she was a Muggle wizard yet.

Or maybe he knew, but was unwilling to express it due to his relationship with Andros. If that was the case, then this little dragon was much smarter than he thought.

Naturally, Andros would not confide these things to his Slytherin friends foolishly. This matter has now passed without mentioning it.

There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't think of any way to reverse the prejudice of these noble children against Muggle wizards.

Forget it, let’s just muddle along like this for now.

...

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something. If you really want to learn it, I can teach you some practical spells, but let's talk about these later. Are you going to the stadium to train?"

Withdrawing his thoughts, Andros dealt with Draco casually.

"No, I was originally going to go, but it was canceled due to bad weather." Draco shook his head.

"Flint looked for another day, and then left the wet field to those Gryffindor players. They were really miserable. They couldn't apply for a field, so they had to train in the rain."

"Really, that's good, Aqiu!" Andros, who was suffering from a cold, couldn't help sneezing.

"Is your cold still not gone?" Draco scratched his head in embarrassment.

As one of the first students in the castle to catch a cold, the school hospital still had a lot of refreshing potions in stock when he caught a cold. This allowed Draco to have already recovered from the cold, leaving only those who were infected by him in Slytherin. There was a lot of sneezing in the lounge.

This is just an ordinary cold. If it were replaced by highly contagious magical diseases (such as dragon pox), then I am afraid that most of the Slytherins would be quarantined in a centralized manner, or sent to St. Mary's in batches. Fighting.

"Thanks to you, not at all!" Andros rolled his eyes again.

"Aqiu!"

"How about I ask my dad to mail a can of pick-me-up from home."

"It's better not to go to such trouble. Madam Pomfrey told me that a new batch of refreshing potions will be prepared tomorrow. I will just go to the school hospital then." Andros shook his head slightly.

After Christmas, the friendship between the little snakes seems to be stronger than before.

Even with his eyes closed, Andros could imagine that these little snakes were very satisfied with the gifts he gave them.

Especially Draco, although he didn't say anything, Andros could see the ferocious-looking black dragon sculpture of the Hebridean Islands every time he went to their dormitory.

The things he gave him were placed by Draco on his bedside table.

Sure enough, children still have no resistance to figurines.

Andros couldn't help but feel funny in his heart when he thought of Draco's expression that he obviously liked him very much but was trying not to show it.

Oh, this arrogant little dragon.

"Yeah, that's great." Draco shook his little head.

"Our next Quidditch training is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Ender, you have to come over and take a look no matter what this time."

Quidditch practice?

It would be good to go take a look. It seems that I have rejected Draco many times.

Andros was thinking in his mind,

As early as the first week when the temperature rose, the training of the Quidditch teams of various colleges began. At that time, Draco had invited him to watch his first official training.

However, at that time, Andros had excused himself several times due to his busy schedule, and he was infected with a cold soon after, so Draco did not continue to pester him.

Well, it seems good to go and have a look, just think of it as a way to relax after studying.

Thinking of this, Andros nodded slightly.

"I can go, but won't others have any objections? Those senior Slytherins don't seem to be that easy to talk to." Andros asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry about this. I invited you there. Even Flint won't say anything."

Draco waved his hand, quite a bit like a big brother supporting the scene for you.

"That's good."

Hey, wait a minute.

"Does Flint have a distant cousin?" Andros asked casually, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"That's right, and he's in the same grade as us. Have you forgotten, that stupid guy got a big fall during the freshman duel?"

Is that so? Andros scratched his head.

He suddenly realized that apart from this incident, he had no impression of this little wizard of the same grade.

Although all their classes were together, this guy seemed to have no presence at all.

Has this guy completely kept a low profile since school started?

Or is it that this kind of unknown sidekick can't disrupt the world line?