[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Malfoy came to the meeting dressed carefully.

As the sole heir of the noble pure-blood Malfoy family, he had always been brooding over his previous individual meetings with Tom.

Lo and behold, the last time we met, he was still sleeping in bandages and pajamas, sprawled out on the floor of the auditorium, and then was woken alive by some sneaky guy. Just like last time, he hid in an abandoned bathroom and secretly cried, and then was seen by a passing nuisance. Continuing to scroll up, he tried to cause trouble but was controlled instead, and had to rely on a mud-ahem, hemp to save him...

Which of these piles and pieces does not represent the dark history of immediately wanting to ascend to heaven on the spot and escape from the scene of social death?

He must let him see the cards of the Millennium Family this time!

Tom didn't understand why Malfoy came dressed in a dress for a late-night private meeting. This kind of secret meeting between opposing colleges in the middle of the night does not look like they are trying to do good things. Shouldn't it be done in a secretive way?

For a moment he suspected that the hippogriff's claws might carry some virus.

The noble Master Draco Malfoy knew nothing about Tom's suspicion and was greeting him with a raised chin and a tone of voice.

Tom nodded hesitantly and asked, "Do you have any appointments later?"

Malfoy was dumbfounded, and then he flew into a rage. He didn't care about the manners of his thousand-year-old family, and kicked him: "What are you thinking!"

It's like it's stuck in your throat and you can't speak. If he reveals his little thoughts at this time, this damn Tom won't misunderstand what he thinks about him, right? !

Malfoy urged him with a stinking face: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!"

Fine. What's there to be embarrassed about having a date... Tom cursed, then ignored it and only told Malfoy the business.

Sure enough, Malfoy was so angry that he almost scratched him, and once again regretted his decision to dress up carefully today to meet this bastard Tom Locke.

"...Can I scold you?" Malfoy asked with a black face.

Tom smiled and flicked his wand.

"Then I have nothing to say." Malfoy nodded, "Goodbye."

He was about to leave, but Tom caught his sleeve quickly.

"Hey! Don't leave." Tom coaxed him with a smile, "We have something to discuss."

"There is no need to discuss." Malfoy struggled a few times, but he couldn't move. He glared at him with a stinking face, "Do you know what you are talking about? I am a pure-blooded Malfoy! How dare you—— "As he spoke, he became more and more truly angry.

"Count the tea leaves! Study Muggles! Who do you think I am!" His eyes were red, he was angry and aggrieved, and he roared at Tom.

"As a friend, as a best friend, as a life-saving straw." Tom forcibly held his shoulders - Malfoy shook him a few times, but didn't shake him off, so he had to let him go.

"Otherwise? Think about it carefully, can I just entrust such a big thing to others?" Tom whispered in his ear.

"Go find your Gryffindors!" Malfoy sneered.

"Who can I look for?" Tom said softly, "Harry or Ron? Neville? To put it bluntly, their level of magic..."

Malfoy, who was still angry, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth proudly.

"Besides, for things like this, others can't help but dig deeper. Only a Slytherin like you knows that silence is also a form of support."

Malfoy, who was complimented, had no choice but to swallow his doubts and made a haughty expression like "Yes! We Slytherins are so considerate!"

Under Tom's continuous rhetoric, Malfoy vaguely agreed to go to class for Tom, prepare his own Polyjuice Potion, and also promised to provide Tom with another small bottle of Felixir for free - sorry, this is the last time he was ransacked Loot from the Potions Office.

"Have I been deceived by you?" Malfoy seemed to wake up a little after making his promise and asked suspiciously.

"Friends talk about cheating instead of cheating. Help each other, help each other." Tom let him go and said with a smile.

"I - I was fooled by you!" Malfoy said firmly, and stepped on Tom's shoe hard with his quick eyesight.

Tom hissed in pain several times and suppressed the magic power in his body that wanted to burst out to fight back.

"I know you're going to have a match with Ravenclaw soon," he said.

Malfoy snorted, still looking very unhappy.

"So I prepared a little trick for you." Tom led him around a pile of old furniture and around the Room of Requirement. Malfoy gradually recognized that this was the route he took Tom on that day. .

He knew where Tom was taking him.

"What are you going to show me?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Will you revisit the old place to remind me to pay more attention in the future?"

"No." Tom led him to a stop at the destination. The traces of the magic circle and other traces that Malfoy had worked so hard to draw had been cleaned up. In the center of the open space that had been fortunate enough to be cleaned by Master Malfoy himself, there was A long and narrow gift box.

"What is this?" Malfoy asked.

"Why don't you take it apart and take a look?" Tom made an inviting gesture.

"I'm afraid I'll be tricked by you again."

Although he said this, Malfoy stepped forward without hesitation and opened the gift box.

It was a shiny, beautiful broomstick. As the gift box is opened, it rises steadily into the air without any support. The height above the ground is like an invitation for people to ride on it and give it a try.

A fire [crossbow] arrow!

Merlin, he wanted this broomstick when it first came out, but his father said that his Nimbus 2001 hadn't been used for a year yet, and he had to at least trade in an honor like being first in grade to get a new broomstick. ... He is older now and is too embarrassed to act coquettishly with his father, so he had no choice but to agree...

but! He now has a fire [crossbow] arrow! I haven't heard of anyone in school having one. he thought smugly.

Malfoy held his breath, obsessively looking from the golden serial number at the top, the cursive letters of "D.M" ​​stamped after the serial number, to the completely smooth and streamlined broom tip, and then he raised his eyebrows in an understatement and commented. Said: "It looks okay."

Tom laughed.

"I knew you would like it." He said, "Harry received one before and he was so happy...so I think you who play Quidditch will all like it-"

This sentence completely offended Malfoy.

He was furious: "Huh? That scar is on my head, so you think of me?"

Malfoy was so angry that he couldn't speak anymore, grabbed the broomstick and smashed it at Tom.

"Take your damn broom and get out of here!" he stormed off.