Draco Malfoy clearly remembered the fear and anxiety in his heart when he saw the woman named Avella Vile for the first time.
Because he had never heard of Harry Potter having such a friend in his previous life—or a guardian would be more appropriate, so there was only one explanation for this: he was reborn into a strange but familiar world.He is familiar with Hogwarts, Harry Potter and his own surname, but the strangeness is naturally in Avella, who he has never remembered.And he also discovered that Sirius Black was not imprisoned wrongly, probably because of Avella Weir.
He has found out some things about Avella Weir from his father's side: For example, Avella Weir graduated from Gryffindor as an Auror; he has a good friendship with Potter's parents, Black, and Lupine; Killed their side in the war with the Death Eaters - Draco bit his lower lip when he heard his father call the Death Eaters his side - several Death Eaters The most important thing and the most disdainful thing for the Malfoy family is that Avella Weir is a vampire.
Few people knew why Will turned into a vampire, but Draco swore that Avella Weir was very different from the vampires he knew in the books, no, basically not the same.
"Draco?" Goyle's mouth was full of food, and he looked at his friend who hadn't touched the dessert in front of him.Does he still eat?If you don't eat it, you can take it and eat it yourself.
The platinum-blonde child saw through his intentions at a glance, curled his lips, picked up the knife and fork, and began to slowly shovel the butter, and then turned his attention to Ai who was sitting on the faculty seat when Gore continued to focus on the big chicken leg in his hand. Vera and Sirius.He noticed that Avella didn't move the food in front of her eyes, but frowned and transferred all the delicious-looking food to Sirius' plate, she was particularly obvious when Sirius inserted a piece of chicken She wrinkled her nose and put on a 'don't get close to me' expression.
Draco narrowed his eyes, but at that moment, his eyes suddenly met Avella's.There was just a second of eye contact - Draco didn't even know if that counted as eye contact - and Avella looked away.
The platinum-haired kid was surprised that he held his breath. He swallowed and stuffed the cream-stained fork into his mouth.When the sweet and soft cream filled his mouth and occupied his brain, he could barely forget the moment of panic when he was stared at by Avella just now.Then he raised his eyes inadvertently, but met Harry who was sitting on the Gryffindor table and craned his neck to look this way.
The blue-eyed little boy who met his eyes quickly gave him a big smile, and Draco smiled back at him as a courtesy.
"Hey, Harry, how did you and Malfoy meet?" Ron Weasley, who had been unable to ask the question because of Malfoy's presence, finally couldn't help but speak again.Even though he was chewing on a large chunk of chicken leg and clutching a drumstick in one hand and a piece of bread in the other, the disgust he showed when he said Malfoy's last name was still not because of it. Good food and half a point.
"I told you that when I was seven Draco went to the zoo with his dad, and Ivy and Sirius knew his dad, so we met like this." Harry Potter has given up on talking to Ron and said Draco In fact, he wasn't the kind of bad boy that Ron imagined. He was confident in his own eyesight.And if Draco was really the kind of person who said that he was a pure-blood family who looked down on Muggles, how could he appear in a Muggle zoo?
Ron curled his lips, obviously still unwilling to believe it, or subconsciously unwilling to believe it because he was too surprised.
Who doesn't know that in the wizarding world, the Malfoy family has always looked down on people of Muggle blood, but the feeling between Draco and Harry and the way he greeted him in a friendly manner clearly told Ron one thing What—this little Malfoy really doesn't seem to discriminate against Muggles?
"Draco is a good guy, I know him." Harry said seriously.
"But he went to Slytherin!" Ron moaned, but he didn't have the arrogance that he had given Harry Cope the Malfoy family before.
"Please, that doesn't mean he's a bad wizard. And you've heard him say, his whole family is from there!" Harry shook the fork with the chicken legs in his hand, "Look, Ivy and Sirius are not with Sne Does Professor Pu get along well, and those who stay in Gryffindor are not necessarily good people." The green-eyed child said with a maturity that did not match his age, and his words left Ron speechless.
Because they all knew who Harry meant by the Gryffindor villains.
But Ron still refused to give up, and took a big bite of the chicken leg with some unhappiness, to show his determination not to talk any more.
But Harry didn't want to submit to Ron's childish mentality—at this moment, he was full of hope that his two friends could also be friends, so he ignored the fact that he was the same age as Ron. Looking at Ron, he said seriously, "Just now the sorting hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin."
"Pfft—" several times, not only Ron squirted out the chicken, but Hermione, who was sitting opposite and listened attentively, also squirted the pumpkin juice out of her mouth.Harry, who was poisoned by pumpkin juice, was speechless, and then gently wiped his face with his sleeve with Hermione's apology.
"You...Harry...you...the sorting hat..." If Harry's voice wasn't so loud, there would probably be several more people spraying pumpkin juice now.
They'd look at Harry with wide-eyed, terrified looks like Ron, and then they'd jump out word by word.
"But will you stop being friends with me because I'm in Slytherin?" Harry asked directly.
"Of course not!" Ron replied quickly, because he knew exactly what Harry was like in the years he played with Harry.But when he thought that if Harry really went to Slytherin, he became a little awkward and looked at Harry's smile again: "Okay, you won."
Having won the battle, Harry lifted his chin triumphantly, and continued to drink his pumpkin juice.
Avella, who was sitting on the staff seat, couldn't help chuckling, Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at her and continued to stuff the little tomato into his mouth: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just feel that I haven't taught Harry for nothing in the past few years." Avella sighed a little, although she seldom talked about this with Harry, or she didn't mention it at all.When I first started teaching Harry about the four colleges, Harry once asked very bluntly: "Don't the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin House dislike each other? Then why did Ivy and Slytherin Nep seems to be able to play well." Avella laughed at that time.
She didn't explain too much that her relationship with Snape was not actually a friend in Harry's eyes, she just told him that a real friend wouldn't change just because of which college he came from.
"Huh?" Sirius didn't delve too much into the meaning of Avella's words, but just frowned.
Now he doesn't care so much about the boundaries between Gryffindor and Slytherin, although he still thinks that group of poisonous snakes is very hateful - after all, most Death Eaters come out of that academy, But the fact that even Gryffindor has Death Eaters cannot be denied.And over the years, he had come into contact with Snape a lot, and he had to admit that Snape was really capable... and he also had his own way of teaching.
Although he still disliked him, he was not so repulsive.
"Little Malfoy keeps looking at me, do you know why?" Avella said suddenly.
"I don't know." Sirius frowned. In fact, he also noticed the complicated emotions in Draco Malfoy's eyes every time he saw Avella, but he didn't think a child could know something.And he thinks that Lucius Malfoy is not stupid enough to let his son keep an eye on Avella's movements. You know, even Professor Dumbledore has clearly said that he has Avella's loyalty. It was a gift from Merlin.
Of course, Avella herself didn't know this sentence.
"Maybe I should let Edward listen to his voice." Avella moved the dessert that appeared in front of her to Sirius, her frown clearly showed that her patience was about to reach its limit.
Sirius agreed with this proposal very much: "By the way, you can listen to Quirrell."
"Yeah." Avella nodded.
"I have my class tomorrow, do you want to attend and give a demonstration?" Sirius suddenly suggested.
Avella gave him a strange look: "Isn't your class tomorrow a first-grade student? You plan to give a demonstration? But what kind of demonstration do first-year students need?" You must know that children who really grew up in wizarding families are not Many, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was originally a relatively advanced class. There was no other teaching method for first-year students other than explaining the principles and letting them memorize the knowledge in books.
"Indeed, but if the target is Gryffindor and Slytherin..." Sirius added.
"Well, I'll go." Avella quickly agreed without even a tenth of a second of thinking time.
The freshman banquet was spent between the two talking from time to time. Of course, Avella allocated all the food in front of her to Sirius during the whole process.In the end, Sirius couldn't eat anymore, so he could only stop the fork and look at her helplessly, "For the first time, I feel that I don't want to see the food made by elves, even though they are really delicious." His words In exchange for this sentence, Avella gave a pair of big white eyes.
After the freshmen were taken to their respective lounges by the prefects, Avella, Sirius and Snape went to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Professor, did Professor Quirrell really meet a vampire?" Avella asked straight to the point.
"He said it himself." Professor Dumbledore clasped his hands against his chin, "Have you noticed anything, Ivy?"
"In addition to the strong garlic smell that made my nose feel sour, I also smelled a very strange smell on him." Avella didn't intend to hide it, and she described in detail that she couldn't distinguish it very well. Finally, he said, "When Harry looked at Professor Quirrell, the scar on his forehead hurt. Professor Dumbledore, do you think it's Quirrell..." Although she didn't know exactly what happened to Quirrell. What, but Quirrell must have had contact with Voldemort.
Otherwise Harry's scar wouldn't hurt.
"...I will pay attention." Professor Dumbledore's expression did not change. Instead, he looked at the few people present and said suddenly, "Now, I need a little help from you."
Because he had never heard of Harry Potter having such a friend in his previous life—or a guardian would be more appropriate, so there was only one explanation for this: he was reborn into a strange but familiar world.He is familiar with Hogwarts, Harry Potter and his own surname, but the strangeness is naturally in Avella, who he has never remembered.And he also discovered that Sirius Black was not imprisoned wrongly, probably because of Avella Weir.
He has found out some things about Avella Weir from his father's side: For example, Avella Weir graduated from Gryffindor as an Auror; he has a good friendship with Potter's parents, Black, and Lupine; Killed their side in the war with the Death Eaters - Draco bit his lower lip when he heard his father call the Death Eaters his side - several Death Eaters The most important thing and the most disdainful thing for the Malfoy family is that Avella Weir is a vampire.
Few people knew why Will turned into a vampire, but Draco swore that Avella Weir was very different from the vampires he knew in the books, no, basically not the same.
"Draco?" Goyle's mouth was full of food, and he looked at his friend who hadn't touched the dessert in front of him.Does he still eat?If you don't eat it, you can take it and eat it yourself.
The platinum-blonde child saw through his intentions at a glance, curled his lips, picked up the knife and fork, and began to slowly shovel the butter, and then turned his attention to Ai who was sitting on the faculty seat when Gore continued to focus on the big chicken leg in his hand. Vera and Sirius.He noticed that Avella didn't move the food in front of her eyes, but frowned and transferred all the delicious-looking food to Sirius' plate, she was particularly obvious when Sirius inserted a piece of chicken She wrinkled her nose and put on a 'don't get close to me' expression.
Draco narrowed his eyes, but at that moment, his eyes suddenly met Avella's.There was just a second of eye contact - Draco didn't even know if that counted as eye contact - and Avella looked away.
The platinum-haired kid was surprised that he held his breath. He swallowed and stuffed the cream-stained fork into his mouth.When the sweet and soft cream filled his mouth and occupied his brain, he could barely forget the moment of panic when he was stared at by Avella just now.Then he raised his eyes inadvertently, but met Harry who was sitting on the Gryffindor table and craned his neck to look this way.
The blue-eyed little boy who met his eyes quickly gave him a big smile, and Draco smiled back at him as a courtesy.
"Hey, Harry, how did you and Malfoy meet?" Ron Weasley, who had been unable to ask the question because of Malfoy's presence, finally couldn't help but speak again.Even though he was chewing on a large chunk of chicken leg and clutching a drumstick in one hand and a piece of bread in the other, the disgust he showed when he said Malfoy's last name was still not because of it. Good food and half a point.
"I told you that when I was seven Draco went to the zoo with his dad, and Ivy and Sirius knew his dad, so we met like this." Harry Potter has given up on talking to Ron and said Draco In fact, he wasn't the kind of bad boy that Ron imagined. He was confident in his own eyesight.And if Draco was really the kind of person who said that he was a pure-blood family who looked down on Muggles, how could he appear in a Muggle zoo?
Ron curled his lips, obviously still unwilling to believe it, or subconsciously unwilling to believe it because he was too surprised.
Who doesn't know that in the wizarding world, the Malfoy family has always looked down on people of Muggle blood, but the feeling between Draco and Harry and the way he greeted him in a friendly manner clearly told Ron one thing What—this little Malfoy really doesn't seem to discriminate against Muggles?
"Draco is a good guy, I know him." Harry said seriously.
"But he went to Slytherin!" Ron moaned, but he didn't have the arrogance that he had given Harry Cope the Malfoy family before.
"Please, that doesn't mean he's a bad wizard. And you've heard him say, his whole family is from there!" Harry shook the fork with the chicken legs in his hand, "Look, Ivy and Sirius are not with Sne Does Professor Pu get along well, and those who stay in Gryffindor are not necessarily good people." The green-eyed child said with a maturity that did not match his age, and his words left Ron speechless.
Because they all knew who Harry meant by the Gryffindor villains.
But Ron still refused to give up, and took a big bite of the chicken leg with some unhappiness, to show his determination not to talk any more.
But Harry didn't want to submit to Ron's childish mentality—at this moment, he was full of hope that his two friends could also be friends, so he ignored the fact that he was the same age as Ron. Looking at Ron, he said seriously, "Just now the sorting hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin."
"Pfft—" several times, not only Ron squirted out the chicken, but Hermione, who was sitting opposite and listened attentively, also squirted the pumpkin juice out of her mouth.Harry, who was poisoned by pumpkin juice, was speechless, and then gently wiped his face with his sleeve with Hermione's apology.
"You...Harry...you...the sorting hat..." If Harry's voice wasn't so loud, there would probably be several more people spraying pumpkin juice now.
They'd look at Harry with wide-eyed, terrified looks like Ron, and then they'd jump out word by word.
"But will you stop being friends with me because I'm in Slytherin?" Harry asked directly.
"Of course not!" Ron replied quickly, because he knew exactly what Harry was like in the years he played with Harry.But when he thought that if Harry really went to Slytherin, he became a little awkward and looked at Harry's smile again: "Okay, you won."
Having won the battle, Harry lifted his chin triumphantly, and continued to drink his pumpkin juice.
Avella, who was sitting on the staff seat, couldn't help chuckling, Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at her and continued to stuff the little tomato into his mouth: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just feel that I haven't taught Harry for nothing in the past few years." Avella sighed a little, although she seldom talked about this with Harry, or she didn't mention it at all.When I first started teaching Harry about the four colleges, Harry once asked very bluntly: "Don't the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin House dislike each other? Then why did Ivy and Slytherin Nep seems to be able to play well." Avella laughed at that time.
She didn't explain too much that her relationship with Snape was not actually a friend in Harry's eyes, she just told him that a real friend wouldn't change just because of which college he came from.
"Huh?" Sirius didn't delve too much into the meaning of Avella's words, but just frowned.
Now he doesn't care so much about the boundaries between Gryffindor and Slytherin, although he still thinks that group of poisonous snakes is very hateful - after all, most Death Eaters come out of that academy, But the fact that even Gryffindor has Death Eaters cannot be denied.And over the years, he had come into contact with Snape a lot, and he had to admit that Snape was really capable... and he also had his own way of teaching.
Although he still disliked him, he was not so repulsive.
"Little Malfoy keeps looking at me, do you know why?" Avella said suddenly.
"I don't know." Sirius frowned. In fact, he also noticed the complicated emotions in Draco Malfoy's eyes every time he saw Avella, but he didn't think a child could know something.And he thinks that Lucius Malfoy is not stupid enough to let his son keep an eye on Avella's movements. You know, even Professor Dumbledore has clearly said that he has Avella's loyalty. It was a gift from Merlin.
Of course, Avella herself didn't know this sentence.
"Maybe I should let Edward listen to his voice." Avella moved the dessert that appeared in front of her to Sirius, her frown clearly showed that her patience was about to reach its limit.
Sirius agreed with this proposal very much: "By the way, you can listen to Quirrell."
"Yeah." Avella nodded.
"I have my class tomorrow, do you want to attend and give a demonstration?" Sirius suddenly suggested.
Avella gave him a strange look: "Isn't your class tomorrow a first-grade student? You plan to give a demonstration? But what kind of demonstration do first-year students need?" You must know that children who really grew up in wizarding families are not Many, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was originally a relatively advanced class. There was no other teaching method for first-year students other than explaining the principles and letting them memorize the knowledge in books.
"Indeed, but if the target is Gryffindor and Slytherin..." Sirius added.
"Well, I'll go." Avella quickly agreed without even a tenth of a second of thinking time.
The freshman banquet was spent between the two talking from time to time. Of course, Avella allocated all the food in front of her to Sirius during the whole process.In the end, Sirius couldn't eat anymore, so he could only stop the fork and look at her helplessly, "For the first time, I feel that I don't want to see the food made by elves, even though they are really delicious." His words In exchange for this sentence, Avella gave a pair of big white eyes.
After the freshmen were taken to their respective lounges by the prefects, Avella, Sirius and Snape went to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Professor, did Professor Quirrell really meet a vampire?" Avella asked straight to the point.
"He said it himself." Professor Dumbledore clasped his hands against his chin, "Have you noticed anything, Ivy?"
"In addition to the strong garlic smell that made my nose feel sour, I also smelled a very strange smell on him." Avella didn't intend to hide it, and she described in detail that she couldn't distinguish it very well. Finally, he said, "When Harry looked at Professor Quirrell, the scar on his forehead hurt. Professor Dumbledore, do you think it's Quirrell..." Although she didn't know exactly what happened to Quirrell. What, but Quirrell must have had contact with Voldemort.
Otherwise Harry's scar wouldn't hurt.
"...I will pay attention." Professor Dumbledore's expression did not change. Instead, he looked at the few people present and said suddenly, "Now, I need a little help from you."
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