Hogwarts: I have graduated before the system came

Draco in the school nurse's room was lying on the bed bored, stuffing a piece of snack into his mouth from time to time while muttering something.

Obviously life in the school infirmary is too boring. In order to allow him to recuperate, Madam Pomfrey will not let him do anything, even if he asks for homework, and will not let anyone accompany him to talk.

He had to stay for another week on such a day, and his father wrote back to him specifically in the afternoon, telling him to pretend to be serious, and leave the rest to his father.

Just as he was imagining how to concoct that damned Hippogriff, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the empty school medical room.

Draco quickly swallowed the snacks in his mouth, and began to howl.

When he saw the person coming, he was stunned and forgot to howl.

Douglas put a piece of fruit on Draco's bedside table, and asked kindly:

"Good evening Mr Malfoy, how are you feeling?"

Draco subconsciously covered his arm that didn't hurt much, hesitated for a moment, and then said painfully:

"It still hurts very much, I can't seem to feel the existence of my arm...Professor, why are you here?"

He had even thought that Dumbledore would come to question him, but never that Douglas would come.

Douglas glanced at Malfoy lightly, and didn't expose his poor acting skills.

"Oh, why can't I come? You are my class representative. I heard that you have suffered a serious injury. Of course you have to come and have a look.

But seeing your situation is very serious, it seems that you will not be able to catch up with the representatives of the selection class on Wednesday..."

Only then did Draco remember a very serious problem. His opponent in Slytherin, Theodore Nott, had always wanted to replace him.

There is an unspoken rule in Slytherin this semester, the representative of Defense Against the Dark Arts class represents strength; the representative of Potions class represents the appreciation of Headmaster Snape.

Because the fourth grade was the class representative of these two subjects at the same time last year, he was elected as the new prefect this semester, which made the Slytherin students eager to move.

And Theodore Knott is already the class representative of Transfiguration and Herbalism, if the other party is really allowed to take this opportunity...

Draco couldn't imagine the future for him.

Even if he really didn't want to face this professor, after all he didn't know how to take away his house-elf and make his father the laughing stock of the pure-blood family, but for the sake of the future, he still chose to temporarily forget about it. thing.

Under Douglas' surprised eyes, Draco's pale face suddenly became rosy, and he spoke forcefully, not at all like a howling patient, and he said firmly:

"Professor, don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said that my injury is not serious at all, as long as I have a good night's rest, I will definitely be able to go to class tomorrow..."

If it wasn't for Draco's rationality at this time, he didn't want Douglas to feel that he was pretending to be sick, and even wanted to stand up on the spot and give Douglas a punch.

This operation directly stunned Douglas, he didn't say anything.

What he said just now was just an introduction, but he has prepared a lot of chicken soup for men to strengthen themselves, and plans to give this boy a good blood...

Is the identity of the representative of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class so popular here in Draco?

He took a closer look at Draco's expression, the longing eyes didn't seem to be fake at all.

For a while, he didn't know how to speak, so he couldn't continue speaking according to the lines he had prepared before.

Immediately, he showed a satisfied expression, and patted the shoulder of Draco's injured arm, only to see that Draco frowned slightly, and he didn't look very painful.

"Very good. Young people should have the spirit of youth. Those who achieve great things don't care about small things. Details determine character. From this incident, I can see that you must be a person who can achieve great things in the future.

Here, on behalf of Hagrid and Little Huihui, oh that is the Hippogriff that hurt you, thank you for your forgiveness and not being held accountable. "

Seeing Douglas praise with a smile on his face, Draco also showed a bit of complacency on his face, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, uh, when will I forgive that stupid big man and that beast.

He was clearly thinking of cutting off the damn beast's head just now and hanging it in the Slytherin common room.

Douglas looked at Draco's surprised eyes, his expression quickly changed to disdain, and then said:

"Mr Malfoy, is there a problem, or do you not want to let them go?

Could it be that the heart of the Malfoy family couldn't tolerate a professor who made a small mistake in the first class and a precious hippogriff?

It seems that I have to take back the praise I just gave. With your attitude, it will be difficult to achieve anything in the future...

But I have learned about what happened in detail, and it seems that Mr. Malfoy did not follow the professor's request, and even made provocations in the state of Xiao Huihui's good intentions..."

Obviously just now he was admiring, but it turned into ridicule in an instant. This contrast made Draco a little bit unacceptable for a while, and he said quickly:

"No no, professor, you misunderstood, I didn't say I don't forgive that stupidity... I meant Professor Hagrid and that hippogriff.

As the heir of the Malfoy family, I have a very broad heart. In fact, I have forgiven them, yes, I have forgiven them. "

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath. This was the biggest concession he could make. As for the mistakes he made in class, he would never apologize to a half-giant and a beast.

Douglas instantly changed his smiling face and said:

"Then you are really good, but I heard your father..."

Draco quickly said: "I will write to my father so that he doesn't have to pursue this matter."

At this moment, he felt a trace of his father from Douglas. He had seen his father talking to some people like this many times. The last sentence was still cold and angry, and the next sentence was replaced by a smiling face.

He didn't expect to come to Hogwarts, and he could still see this kind of face-changing magic, which doubled his psychological pressure.

As for whether he could convince his father, he wasn't worried at all, because his father specifically told him not to provoke Professor Holmes.

Seeing Douglas showing a satisfied smile, he asked tentatively:

"I don't know what the relationship between the professor and the Hippogriff is, I remember the big... When Professor Hagrid introduced it, its name was Buckbeak, but the professor just said it was called Little Gray Ash?"

Douglas said lightly:

"Oh, we are very good friends, I watched them grow up."

Draco suddenly showed a bit of disdain in his heart. He really deserves to be a Muggle-born wizard, and he would choose to be friends with aliens.

Douglas noticed the look on Draco's face, but didn't say much.

Instead, he glanced at the time, told the other party to heal well, and then left.

Draco watched Douglas' figure exit the gate of the school infirmary, and waved his fists excitedly.

He didn't drift away after hearing Douglas's few words of praise, but because his father once taught him that there are no real enemies in the magic world, as long as they can exchange interests, they are all friends.

In his opinion, this was a successful transaction, as long as he could stabilize his position as the representative of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, then the injury would be worth it.

The only regret is that Dean Snape didn't come, maybe he can exchange for double benefits, then this transaction is the most perfect.

He decided to let Hagrid and the Hippogriff go temporarily, and he will leave the hospital early tomorrow morning, and write a letter to tell his father about the deal...