[HP] Liar

Chap.15

At breakfast the next morning neither Viola Clearwater nor Nancy Jones was willing to speak first to the other.

Both Luna and Sophia could clearly feel the delicate atmosphere between the two. Luna just stared thoughtfully and blinked for a full 10 minutes at Nancy and Viola, while the latter chose to be very happy. Carefully said nothing.

After breakfast, the four Ravenclaw girls went to their respective classrooms.Viola's first class was a divination class with Luna, and thanks to Merlin, at least she didn't have to have the same class with Nancy at this juncture.

"Viola," before entering the divination classroom, Luna looked at Viola and asked, "Did you quarrel with Nancy?"

Viola nodded, her tone was very dissatisfied: "Yes, what happened yesterday afternoon."

"No wonder... none of you wanted to talk to anyone last night."

"Trust me," Viola added immediately, "We'll be in this state for the next few weeks." After she finished speaking, she dragged Luna to a table in the classroom and sat down with her face The expression on the face still looks a little angry.

Luna knew that Viola would take the initiative to explain everything to herself in the end, so she just chose to sit quietly in her seat and wait for the truth to come.

"Nancy, she—" Viola picked up a tarot card on the table, and then angrily threw it directly above the crystal ball in front of her, "She actually quarreled with me because of Ernie McMillan, This is really unreasonable!"

"McMillan?" Luna blinked. "Why?"

"I don't know," Viola said angrily, "McMillan invited me to go to Hogsmeade with me yesterday afternoon, but I declined him. When Nancy found out about this, she ran over to question me, and then...then We fell out."

"Is it because of this?" Luna's blue eyes flashed with uncertainty.

Viola bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and after a moment of thought, she said: "There is another thing, and I think this is the most unbearable thing for me."

Luna stared at her quietly after listening.

"She laughed at my bloodline," said Viola. "She satirized me as a 'Mudblood,' and told me not to be delusional. I was amazed that after five years of schooling with her, I didn't know that she was Look at me that way."

Luna slightly widened her eyes slightly in surprise.

"Nancy... really said that?" She asked again.

Viola shook her head, "No, I didn't say it directly, but that's what it meant. She told me first that she was a pure-blood—" In the middle of speaking, Viola imitated Nancy's appearance at that time, " Proud", Luna couldn't help laughing.

"What did you say, 'Even if the Jones family is gone, they are still pure blood, and I should know what I am'," Viola couldn't help snorting softly when she said this, "but the bloodline she is so proud of , in my opinion, there is nothing remarkable."

Viola didn't lie, she really wouldn't be bothered about her blood in the past.

It wasn't the first time since entering Hogwarts that she had been looked down upon because of her blood.As early as her first year, she had been called a "mudblood" by a very impolite Slytherin, although she didn't know the meaning of the word at the time.

Speaking of it, even Viola herself felt strange—why did she care so much about Nancy's sarcasm?Obviously in the past, even if someone pointed at her nose and called her a "mudblood", she still remained indifferent.

Was it because—she counted Nancy as one of her best friends, and she despised her from the bottom of her heart?

Or - is there another reason?

Is there another reason that made her care more about what others think of her blood than before?

This thought made Viola feel uneasy in her heart, so she could only stop her chaotic thoughts in time.

On the day when Viola's classmates set off for Hogsmeade, there was a strong wind outside. Before Luna left, Viola kindly wrapped a heavy scarf around her and kept asking She must be careful of the snow on the road.

"I'm fine, Viola." Luna blinked and said playfully, "Won't the snow on the road make the journey more interesting?"

In the past, Viola and Nancy went to Hogsmeade together, but this year, they didn't even say a word to each other.

Before Luna and Nancy set off, Viola sat on the bed, staring blankly at Nancy's dark red back, feeling a bit of bitterness uncontrollably.

She was not sorry for Nancy's words.

Absolutely not.

After all her classmates left Hogwarts, Viola thought she could finally start to control her own time freely.Unexpectedly, just when she was about to leave for the Room of Requirement, Professor McGonagall found her very "just in time".

"Miss Clearwater," said Professor McGonagall, staring at her seriously, "I'd like to ask you something about your last Transfiguration paper."

"Transformation class paper?" Viola looked at Professor McGonagall blankly.

Merlin, she has been busy helping Roger Davis draw portraits of the team members some time ago, so that she has no extra time to write a thesis for the Transfiguration class.So, the day before the deadline for the paper, she had no choice but to ask Nancy to help her make a rough semi-finished product. However, considering her poor grades, she thought that Professor McGonagall would not be suspicious of.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall nodded, "I think you probably need to explain to me why your paper's handwriting is so similar to Miss Jones's?"

The answer to this question is obvious. Nancy is a top student in the eyes of the professors, so it is impossible for her to be the problem.

Viola knew that she had no need to quibble, so she obediently admitted her mistake to Professor McGonagall, and promised that such a thing would never happen again.

"Miss Clearwater," on the way Professor McGonagall took her to her office for confinement, the professor tried to persuade Viola earnestly, "I hope you can understand—as a student, you should The most important task is to study the courses in school. As for the others, of course you can have some other hobbies, but I hope this will not affect your academic performance—"

"Okay, professor." Viola had no choice but to nod obediently.

Professor McGonagall could see that she didn't listen to what she said, so he had to remind him again: "You are already in the fifth grade, Miss Clearwater. Now the OWLs exam date is getting closer, your sister He was also a very good student…”

Viola couldn't remember what Professor McGonagall said to herself after that, because when she walked into the office and saw the tall figure standing in the office like her, her head seemed to be dead, It instantly became blank.

Draco's pale golden hair became almost pure white under the sunlight outside the window, and his already pale and sickly skin looked even more bloodless because of this.The moment he saw Viola, his thin lips subconsciously pursed slightly with a hint of disgust, as if Viola was an annoyance that gave him a terrible headache.

"Okay, Miss Clearwater, Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall stood still, looked at Viola and Draco, and cleared his throat, "As punishment, you two must copy ten copies today. A sample essay for Transfiguration, and in the meantime, I'll stay here until you finish your mission."

Viola didn't have the guts to look into Draco Malfoy's eyes, because she knew——Malfoy wouldn't want to spend a whole afternoon in the same room with someone like herself!

But it doesn't matter, Viola secretly comforted in her heart - at least Professor McGonagall will stay here.

This also meant that there was absolutely no way for Draco Malfoy to tease her in front of Professor McGonagall.

The author has something to say: The reason why VV cares about her bloodline is because she has already begun to fall in love with Brother Ling.

As for Nancy, she didn't really have any bad intentions, it was just that she felt a little jealous when she saw a friend who was not as good as herself, but was pursued by a senior who was very good (and even refused).

So why make fun of her parentage?It's also very simple, because VV has nothing to laugh at. Although she has poor grades, she doesn't care.At present, the only thing that can slander her most is the matter of blood.