HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"Pfft!" Lycoris looked at Malfoy, who was standing opposite her and bowed fifteen times to her, and laughed.

"Am I very handsome?" Malfoy felt that he was a gentleman and elegant, and his posture was very aristocratic.

"That's not true," Licoris stood up straight and shook her head, teasing him with a smile, "I'm laughing because your arms are not all healed, and you invited me in a dancing position. If I hold it, it's hard for you. Do you still want to ask me to dance?"

Malfoy stood up straight and looked down at his arm. The injured arm was really in the way.

Not only did it delay Quidditch training, it also made me lose face in this situation.

Seeing Malfoy looking down at his arms, Lycoris said, "What? Do you really want to jump? I can't jump."

After thinking for a while, she added, "But I know there is a dancing spell. When I need to dance in the future, I can just use this."

"Is it the same as using a dancing spell to learn to dance by yourself?" Malfoy rolled his eyes, took two steps, tossed his robe, sat back on the carved chair, picked up the cup and drank black tea.

"It's different? What's the difference?" Licoris had really never paid attention to these things, so she sat back.

"Dancing with a dancing spell has no soul. You have to feel the love and passion in every movement yourself." Malfoy thought about the scenes that often appeared in his home and further explained, "Every time my father holds him in his arms, When my mom dances, you can feel it.”

Lycoris watched Malfoy's gray-blue eyes sparkle like gems when he mentioned his mother and father.

Licoris suddenly asked him, "Then who taught you how to dance?"

"How do you know I can dance?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said, "I remember I didn't say that."

"Isn't it normal that you can dance? Isn't it strange that you can't dance? You said that your parents can dance, wouldn't they teach you?" Lycoris thought for a while, "With your learning Ability, if you can’t learn to dance under one-to-one instruction, then I will laugh at you.”

"My mother taught me how to dance," Licolis's compliment made Malfoy very happy. He said proudly, "My mother said that after you learn it, you will always encounter situations where you need to use it."

Lycoris chatted casually with Malfoy in front of the beautifully carved fireplace. From time to time, one or two classmates wearing Slytherin robes would come over and hand the girl an application form.

Soon, half an hour passed.

Licoris stood up and said, "I'm going back to the dormitory first. Good night."

"Good night." Malfoy said goodbye to her and continued to warm himself by the fire.

The fire was so warm that people didn't want to move.

Malfoy's light blond hair became a bit more beautiful under the orange flames.

Gryffindor common room.

After Harry came in, he found that today's classmates were particularly lively.

At a glance, he saw Hermione and Ron sitting in front of the fireplace. The two seemed to be doing homework.

He squeezed through the quarreling classmates, saying sorry as he walked.

Ron was lying on the table drawing his star chart, and Hermione was holding her cat named Crookshanks and grooming it.

Harry sat on the chair and took out his quill, ink and parchment. He was tired and sleepy now and wanted to go to bed, but his homework was not completed.

As we all know, everything is fun when doing homework, even the most boring chores.

So Harry, who didn't want to do his homework, took his quill and turned to look at Hermione's funny cat.

Harry saw the cat's mouth chewing constantly, as if it was eating something.

To be honest, he didn't want to know what it was eating.

Because he has seen this cat eat spiders many times, each bite is like a crunchy snack.

"It seems to be very interested in Ron's schoolbag." Harry made his observation.

"I put Scabbers in my schoolbag - he is always interested in Scabbers." Ron didn't like this cat because the cat always wanted to hurt his pet Scabbers.

Ron looked at Harry's look and guessed that he probably didn't want to do his homework.

So he pushed his horoscope chart over and said, "You can copy mine if you want."

Hermione strongly disapproved of plagiarism, but she didn't say anything negative.

Crookshanks stared at Ron's school bag, and while he was talking to Harry, he suddenly jumped on the bag.

It wants to take out the bad things inside and bite them to death.

Crookshanks tried hard to bite the bag, trying to bite it open.

"Let go! You stupid beast!"

Ron's heart was about to fly. His pet Scabbers was still in his schoolbag. This would hurt him.

He quickly grabbed his schoolbag and shook it, trying to knock the cat off the bag.

Hermione looked at Ron's excessive behavior, got up from her stool, stood up and screamed, "Don't do this to my cat!!!"

During the scramble, Ron's pet rat Scabbers jumped out of his schoolbag. Crookshanks immediately gave up his schoolbag and chased the rat instead.

The entire Gryffindor common room was buzzing with activity.

Ron's pet rat Scabbers fled in front, and Hermione's cat Crookshanks chased behind.

Ron chased after the cat, trying to save his own Scabbers. Hermione was afraid that Ron would do something drastic and hurt her cat in a hurry, so she ran after him.

Two pets, two people.

Go around countless obstacles and pass through many people.

Fred Weasley and George Weasley tried to help their brother Ron catch the troublesome kitten, but how could they compare to the agile and dexterous cat?

I saw the orange figure jumping up and down, throwing away so many people.

As the gray mouse got closer and closer, the onlookers began to worry about the fate of the mouse.

Wouldn't it be bitten to death by a cat?

At the critical moment, the mouse scurried under the cabinet. The gap was too high for the cat to enter.

"Ouch!" Crookshanks dug inside frantically with his claws, trying to take out the bad thing.

"Hermione, mind your cat!"

Hermione carried Crookshanks away and held his paws with her hands.

Ron knelt down and reached inside to reach his pet rat.

"Look how skinny my mouse has become!" Ron was very angry, holding the mouse's tail and shaking Scabbers' body, stood up and yelled at Hermione, "You let your cat hurt it."

"Cats are meant to catch mice. This is an instinct they can't control." Hermione hugged the cat tightly to prevent it from moving.

"Your beast is so strange! It can actually understand what I say!" Ron put Scabbers into his schoolbag.

"Don't be silly, Ron," Hermione said in an unhappy tone about her cat. "It can smell."