tampered with the past

In a blink of an eye, my grandmother has been in office for a week, but I haven't had time to talk to her anymore. Considering that the Triwizard Tournament is imminent, it is understandable that my grandmother can't spare time to care for me.

But I can't help but think with frustration that maybe my grandmother doesn't like me, after all, I'm half Malfoy.

My worry was obviously noticed by Uncle Weasley, who stopped me as I was about to walk out of the classroom with Elsa after Potions class on Wednesday—

"Mother..." Uncle Weasley glanced at Elsa, and changed his words: "I mean the headmaster, I hope to see you. Eight o'clock tonight, the headmaster's office, the password is Godric's Christmas Eve."

Grandmother wanted to see me, a private meeting.

I felt like my heart was overwhelmed with joy, and the excitement and agitation drove me all day, so much so that I mistakenly turned a beetle into a bouncing needle in Transfiguration class.

"Malfoy!" The substitute Miss White glared at me, holding my failed beetle needle in her hand, which she had just pulled out from the back of her hand, and I bet she must have been in super pain.

A good boy who knows his mistakes and can correct them is a good boy. Upholding this fine virtue, I quickly stood up from my seat and wanted to bow and apologize to Miss White.However, I was so excited that I forgot I still had a wand in my hand, so—

"Stop confinement! Malfoy!" Miss White's roar was completely reasonable, just now, my failed beetle needle jumped from between her fingers, and accurately plunged into her fat, almost invisible in the neck.

I deeply sympathized with Miss White's situation and knew that I deserved it, so I accepted the punishment of confinement. Fortunately, the confinement from 5 o'clock to 7 o'clock prevented me from missing the meeting with my grandmother.

Had I known enough about Hogwarts' confinement system, I would have realized how inadvisable my congratulations were.

When the time came to 07:30, and I was still fighting tenaciously with the beetle rats in the Transfiguration classroom, I finally realized how severe punishment is in confinement at Hogwarts, nasty Miss White, if It was Professor McGonagall who would never put his students in confinement for this kind of thing.

Nowadays, it is impossible to ask Uncle Weasley to ask Grandma to change the time. As the time passes by, I find it more and more difficult to concentrate on bathing the mouse. Look at the sky, then look at the watch.

Miss White seemed very dissatisfied with my restlessness: "If you don't want to be locked up again, just give me peace of mind and finish my work. This is a warning, Malfoy!"

Miss White's yelling finally made me realize that there was something I had to do. I suddenly stood up from my seat and rushed out of the Transfiguration classroom when Miss White was stunned.

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