This Hogwarts is not normal

early morning,

After a good sleep, Draco got up and walked to the mirror, carefully grooming his slightly messy golden hair.

The Malfoy family, who are born noble, are different from those sloppy lower-level wizard families. They always maintain an elegant and decent image.

This is true even for breakfast with family.

Soft and shiny blonde hair is a standard feature of the Malfoy clan, and expensive and high-end silk shirts are a necessity.

Although it is a hot summer day, the elegant black suit with a cooling spell cast on it gives people an incomparable sense of comfort.

Draco looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted the collar of his shirt slightly.

He put on his custom-made snakeskin shoes, opened the door and went downstairs to the restaurant.

A pot of freshly scented black tea is placed on the dining table made of solid mahogany.

"Good morning, father, mother, Professor Snape." Draco greeted the three people at the table one by one.

Lucius nodded slightly, and then he sat down evenly.

After an elegant aristocratic breakfast, Draco stood up respectfully.

"Dad, Mom, can I go out for a walk?"

Lucius looked him up and down carefully. "Okay, just remember not to cause trouble for your family."

Draco has never been a child who likes to get into trouble, but the impact of the recent reappearance of the Dark Mark is too great, and the Malfoy family must be careful in what they say and do.

"I remember, Father."

Draco greeted the three again, then took a few steps back and turned towards the door.

The moment the door opened, a hot breath hit my nose.

But soon, the suit that cast the cooling spell formed an invisible magic barrier on the surface of his body, completely isolating all the uncomfortable smells.

The two loyal brothers had been waiting outside for a long time.

Draco closed the door and strolled away with a confident and leisurely pace.

He had not walked far when he saw the crowd gathering in the distance, which made him curious.

Crabbe and Goyle immediately stepped forward to clear the way, and with their strong bodies they managed to squeeze out a passage.

Draco walked in slowly, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

"Take my attack, Toad Charge!" Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice was heard.

Draco looked up slowly.

His lazy and casual gaze passed through the crowd and fixed on a pink figure.

This outfit makes her look a bit like a senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes! It's her! The big pink toad!

Draco suddenly remembered the pictures that had been posted by the head of the rival club at the end of last term.

Not only is it disgusting, but they even used a permanent sticking spell.

At that time, in order to completely clean the entrance of his club, he spent a lot of money to demolish an entire wall and rebuild it.

"Haha! I won!" The familiar voice sounded again.

Draco walked forward quickly with a gloomy face.

Behind the big pink toad stood a person, a person who instantly reminded him of countless dark histories.

"Damn those Weasleys! How come I always run into them just by strolling around!"

He turned around with a gloomy face, but the passage back was occupied by the crowd again.

Crabbe and Goyle were still leading the way, and were almost at the front.

Unable to go back, Draco had no choice but to move forward.

A passage suddenly appeared among the crowd. Fred and George, who were playing cards, looked over there.

Hey, aren’t those two little fat guys the younger brothers of so-and-so?

Oh, that figure walking towards me with such a swagger is really him.

The twins looked at each other and walked forward in tacit understanding.

They pushed Crabbe and Goyle away.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Isn't this the young master of the Malfoy family? Come on, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

George put his arm around Draco's shoulders and pulled him, with particular enthusiasm, toward the center of the crowd.

Fred smiled brightly. "No wonder the weather is so nice today. It turns out you are the one who has come."

Draco struggled a few times with a forced smile, trying hard to maintain the proper etiquette of the Malfoy family.

However, the twins had no intention of letting him go easily.

After a big hug, his carefully styled hair was messed up and the buttons of his elegant suit jacket were torn off.

"Ouch, why are your clothes unbuttoned?" Fred pulled up his suit jacket. "You are the heir of the noble Malfoy family. You must pay attention to your image."

Draco gasped in pain as his clothes tightened around him.

He glanced at the two younger brothers who were being pushed further and further away by the crowd, "Weasley, what do you want to do?"

"What?" George had an extremely sinister smile on his face. "Of course, I am going to give you a good reception, my distinguished Master Malfoy."

Being watched by so many people, most of whom were foreigners, Draco had to hold back his outburst no matter how reluctant he was.

Fred "tied" his clothes and looked at his messy, smooth blond hair.

"Ah--how come your hair is messy, too?"

After rubbing his big hands vigorously a few times, his fairly neat slicked-back hair instantly turned into a mess.

Fred rubbed it back and forth a few more times in a frivolous manner, "Okay, this hairstyle is more suitable for your extremely noble status."

George, who was trying to hold back his laughter, quickly covered his stomach.

He held back, but the onlookers couldn't.

Draco listened to the laughter around him and clenched his fists tightly. "Weasley, I don't have time to go crazy with you. I have to go back now."

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George, who was laughing until his stomach cramped, was still holding back his laughter. "Well, it seems that we have neglected you."

Fred was also trying to hold back his laughter. "Welcome to come again next time. We will definitely treat you well again."

Draco's face turned green with anger.

He turned around without saying a word and glared at those who were still laughing with angry eyes.

Perhaps because he was still a child, everyone squeezed to the side to make a passage for him to barely pass.

Crabbe and Goyle finally squeezed out at this time.

Amidst countless laughter, the three of them walked out quickly.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Draco was just looking for a place to tidy up his appearance when he ran into Vincent who was also out strolling.

"Pfft - Malfoy, what's this look of yours? Is it the latest trend in the wizarding world this year?"

"Wayne!" Crabbe and Goyle blocked the way.

Vincent spread his hands, "I won't do anything to your master, why are you so nervous?"

Draco stared at him with eyes full of resentment, "Wayne, if you want to laugh, then laugh as much as you want. It won't be long before you can't laugh even if you want to."

Most people would not be able to laugh if a large piece of the cake they made was taken away by their arch-enemy.

However, Vincent is not an ordinary person. He even welcomes the Malfoy family to share the cake.

When the fully functional magic communicator is officially released, these shameless gentlemen who come to share the cake will be the ones who can't laugh.

Not only can I not laugh, but I also cry very ugly.

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