The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

There were a few little snakes sitting on the surrounding sofas. Delal looked around and saw a black man with gray eyes in the corner. He was holding a drink or something. Looking at the crowd in the center of the room with interest.

With a wicked smile on her lips, she held the book and walked slowly to his side. While extending her right hand towards his shoulder, she leaned over to his ear and blew gently into his ear.

"Ah" the water in Chen's water glass was frightened by Duck, and he swung it hard and spilled it onto the sofa and himself. Of course, Delal, who was leaning aside, was not spared either.

Seeing Dak's violent reaction, Dral quickly hid the book in his hand into his arms.

"Pa" The liquid in the cup soaked the clothes on Delal's chest. Delal quickly took out the book from his arms. Seeing that there was no water stain on the cover, he quickly read through it before feeling comfortable. Take a breath.

He glanced at Dak, who was slapping the water droplets on his body. Seeing Delal looking at him like this, he mocked angrily.

"Ah, are you a ghost? You don't even make a sound when you walk. You're just like a child playing such childish games at this age."

Delal took out the wand in his arms and pointed at his wet clothes to "Clean up Scourgify." The water stains on the clothes turned into thin white lines that swam out and then dissipated in the air.

As Delal walked into the sofa, he used magic spells to clean the sofa that Dak had wet. It was like thousands of small white snakes snaking and dispersing in the air from the fabric that had been stripped of its lines.

He slowly sat on the sofa opposite Duck, rubbing against the sofa so that he could sink deeper.The soft touch relaxed the tired body, and the boy even half-closed his eyes and murmured, "It feels so comfortable."

"Delal!" Seeing that Drald ignored him and was alone on the dry sofa, with his wet clothes sticking tightly to his body. The wet feeling made Dak extremely uncomfortable. He looked at the culprit with a look of enjoyment on his face, All this made Dak, who was not in a good mood, feel a little flame burning.

Dral, who had half-closed eyes, heard Dark's angry call. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sullen face. He chuckled and pointed the wand in his hand at the other party to "clean up Scourgify".

In the rippling smoke, the boy's clothes became dry again, and the wet feeling left him. The words he originally wanted to question Delal were blocked in his own mouth, and his pale face felt a little awkward for a moment as his lips were blocked. redness.

With a smile on his lips, Delal said to the boy.

"Don't be angry. It's just a little joke. Besides, there's no problem now."

"Ah!!!" Heimao scratched his hair a little scratching his head. "Damn it, if I couldn't beat you, I would definitely fight with you."

"Hum╭(╯^╰)╮"

Looking at the frantic Dak, Delal shifted his body with a smirk.

"Oh, okay, I'll invite you to our house during the holidays. The seven-day trip to London is all-inclusive. There are also delicious waffles. My mother's waffles are definitely the best in London. I'll treat you to that."

Duck walked to Dral's side angrily with a puffy face, jumped up and sat down.

Della, who was stuck in the sofa, jumped into the air in reverse under Duck's control, and fell into the sofa again with a "dong" sound.

"Hahaha O(n_n)O haha~" Seeing Delal's helpless look, as if he was giving himself a bad breath, Dak smiled happily at the side.

Delal looked at the smile of the boy in front of him who succeeded in his prank, and could only smile helplessly ╮(╯▽╰)╭.Seeing Dak gradually shrinking his smile, Delal asked him softly.

"It's past curfew, why is the lounge almost becoming a battlefield?"

Dak, who was straightening his breath, heard Delal's question and gave a pair of white eyeballs to the boy with red eyes.

"It's simple, they want to cause trouble."

"You know, although the vast majority of Slytherins are pure blood, there are still some half-bloods and wizards like you who come from Muggle families."

Dak looked at the confused boy with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Seeing Dak's reaction, Dral whispered with doubt in his tone.

"I know, but I think everyone is still very friendly, so?"

"Friendly, well, I should be friendly to you, right?" Dak looked at the boy who was pretending to be a noob with contempt.

"If you hadn't beaten Femi Travers like that on the first day, I guess someone would have troubled you the next day." Dark said with a touch of sadness between his eyebrows.

"I've made inquiries in the past two days. Do you know who Femi Travers's father is?"

"Huh? Huh!" Delal shook his head and asked an unknown question.

"Femi Travers' father is a Death Eater. It is said that he was once a trusted right-hand man of the mysterious man. Because of the mysterious man's defeat, he is now imprisoned in that place."

Seeing Duck's mysterious look, Delal felt funny in his heart. He thought about his memory of Harry Potter and couldn't remember this person for a while, until he heard Duck say.

"And I learned from others that his father once killed a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the war."

"Member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Hmm\(^o^)/" He opened his hands and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he whispered to Delal.

"Yes, a wizard from the Order of the Phoenix. He was imprisoned in that place for this reason. Even though he said that, I believe this is just the most significant one among his many criminal records."

Delal rubbed the bar gently and thought about Duck's words. Duck's words reminded Delal of a person. That person was tall and thin, with thick gray hair and a long and pointed nose. A man with a cold voice.

If Dak hadn't said that he killed a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Dral would not have been able to think of him. That man was actually the father of Femi Travers. This result surprised Dral at the same time. I also had an idea and thought quietly.

"According to what is written in the Harry Potter books, this is a man who is extremely obsessed with blood, and at the same time dislikes goblins, hates Muggles and hates so-called pure-blood traitors."

"Such an extreme person also has extreme thoughts and emotions. I must meet him if I have the chance."

Seeing Delal lost in thought, Dak sat quietly and stared at the boy with his spiritual gray eyes.

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Dak curled his lips and said angrily, "No more."

Seeing this, Dral smiled and continued his words, "So is it because I showed off my strength that my life is so comfortable now?"

At this point, he stretched out and listened to the crowd who were still arguing. He was about to say something when he heard someone in the crowd calling his name.

Delal popped his head and looked outside. A boy with blue-white skin like a zombie led the crowd towards his direction. The one walking at the front was the buck-toothed boy he saw when he came back.

In an instant, the crowd surrounded the place where he was.

"What are you going to do, Marcus Flint." The boy with short platinum hair and another group of people squeezed in from the side, glanced at the boy on the sofa, and then glared at the boy with buck teeth.

"What do I want to do?" Marcus didn't look at the angry boy. Femi beside him seemed to have a smile on his stiff face because of the boy in front of him.

"I don't do anything." He stared at Delal for a while.

"Are you Dral Suitland?"

"My ears are almost inflamed hearing your name these past two days, and the guy next to me." He said and glanced sideways at Fermi, who was standing next to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the freshmen defeated the seniors. It's really impressive." He clicked his tongue with a sarcastic tone.Femi's originally smiling face froze in place, and his slightly bluish complexion became even more ugly.

Delal blinked his big eyes, looking at the buck-toothed man for a while and then at the zombie man on the side, with a smirk on his lips.

"Senior Femi, this buck-toothed classmate is mocking you. Aren't you two together?" Looking at the boy who was shaking with anger, Delal found the scene in front of him very interesting.

"Sorry, what do you call me, buck-toothed senior?"

"You rude mudblood, how dare you."

"I dare you. What do you have to say?" Delal looked at the two people in front of him without fear, even with a trace of doubt on his face as if to ask, you dare to call me that, why don't I dare to do that? Talking about you.

The eyes of the boy in front of him were like a weapon of ridicule. The more he looked at him, the angrier he became.

"I'm going to duel with you, and I'm going to take care of you, this despicable mudblood."

"Now, right here, I will make you pay the price for insulting the noble pure blood." The angry boy shouted loudly at Delal. Delal looked at the jumping boy in front of him as if he saw a Barking monkey.

"No, you can't do this, Marcus, if you have something to do with me, don't bully the lower grade students if you can." The platinum-haired boy intervened in the conversation from the side and scolded Marcus angrily.

"Boaz Starr, this is a matter between me and this student. Don't meddle in other people's business." There was disdain in his voice. He glanced at him and then said angrily to the boy in front of him. "Answer me, Dral Suitland, do you dare?"

Starr wanted to say something else, but the boy walked around the couch and looked directly at Marcus.

"Of course I have no problem, but it may not be possible now. After all, it's past the curfew time. I don't think Senior Marcus would want Professor Snape to crawl out of his bed at this time and come here to deal with the children. The conflict between them, right?"

He stopped talking and looked around at the students surrounding him. "You can set a time, and then let's have a fun duel."

After speaking, he looked at Marcus quietly, his red eyes seemed to be burning with golden flames. Facing Delal who was so recovered, Marcus was suddenly affected by him and froze in place for a while. He replied with an annoyed look.

"time and location"

"You decide, senior"

He glanced at the boy with a somewhat thoughtful look, "A week from now on the weekend, in the evening, next to the Black Lake. I will give you enough time. I hope you can be fully prepared and not let anyone think that I am bullying others."

"Okay, it's time to go to bed. Stop looking."

After speaking, Femi led the crowd away from this corner without looking. Seeing that there was no follow-up to the matter, the surrounding snakes dispersed in twos and threes. Only a few people around Starr were left looking at Dral, wanting to speak. He hesitated aside.

Seeing the looks on their faces, Delal smiled and said, "It's okay, senior. If you have any questions, we can discuss them in detail tomorrow."

Hearing what Dral said, Starr could only sigh helplessly and looked at each other with the people around him, and said softly to Dral.

"Then, get some rest early. If you have any problems, we will do our best to help you."

"Yeah, yeah," Dral nodded and responded. After receiving Dral's recovery, the others said good night and disappeared into the lounge.As the crowd dispersed, the noisy lounge once again returned to calm. Duck, who was lying on the side, watched the crowd disperse before sticking his head out and speaking to Dral.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't you know me yet?" He rolled his eyes at Dak, and suddenly there was a waxy cry from his feet.

"Meow" Delal, why are you back? Why don't you go back and rest?

Chris didn't know when she came to her side, her big tail gently swept Delal's calf, as if she felt a touch, she suddenly came up and sniffed with her little nose.

"Meow!" Delal, are there any other little female cats outside?

As he spoke, his hair exploded, and his limbs jumped up and plucked his clothes hard.Seeing the clothes that were about to be scratched by Chris's excitement, Delal quickly hugged her and explained.

"No, no, how could I have another little female cat? I only have Kris."

"Meow" Then why do you smell like another cat? Which bitch cat seduced you.

The blue-gold eyes stared at the boy tightly, and his paws clawed hard at the clothes, and a crunching sound flew into Dral's ears.

"Stop scratching, my little ancestor, I only have one school robe left."

"No really. It was Mrs. Norris of the Filch family. I came back late at night, so I ran into her. I really don't have any other little female cats."

"Meow?" Really, Dral.

"It's true! It must be true."

"You have to believe me, I stayed too late to help the professor and passed the curfew, so I met Mrs. Lorris on the way back. There was really no other little female cat."

"Meow?"

"If necessary, I can introduce you to her. You can ask her in person."

"Meow" No, since you are so sincere, I will believe you for now.

"Thank you for your understanding, my girl."

As he spoke, Delal held Chris and walked toward the dormitory. He didn't care about Dak who was behind him. In the process of explaining to Chris, he gradually disappeared into the lounge.

Duck looked at the leaving figure and muttered depressedly.

"How would I know? Who knows what you can do."

“If you don’t tell me anything, are we still roommates? ╭(╯^╰)╮”

He sighed heavily, patted the wrinkled clothes on his body, stood up and looked around and found that the girl he had just observed had returned to the dormitory with his partner.

"It's all Delal's fault. He didn't spend time alone with her. He wasted an opportunity."

"Wow wow wow" licked his black hair, "Damn it" and then shuffled towards the corridor.

"I hope there is nothing wrong with Delal himself. I can't help with this kind of thing."

Far away from where the two were talking, next to an old bookcase, a figure huddled in a corner and stared at the dispersing crowd, twirling his golden hair with his fingers, and with a smile on his lips, he watched the two people leave one after another and raised his hands. He took a sip of the drink from his cup and heard a cool voice.

“interesting boy”

Then he looked at the giant snake overlooking the entire lounge and said, "Glory to Slytherin."