Together [HP]

Malfoy didn't appear in class again until Thursday morning, when the students in Slytherin and Gryffindor were halfway through Double Potions.He staggered into the keep, his right arm wrapped in bandages and suspended by a sling, like a hero who had survived some terrible battle.

"How is it, Draco?" Millicent asked with a smirk, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," Malfoy said, making a brave face on purpose.

Jacqueline rolled her eyes and cut her own herbs.

"Sit down, sit down," said Professor Snape lazily.Today they're working on a new potion: the shrinking solution.Malfoy happened to place his cauldron next to Harry and Ron so that they were at the same table preparing the ingredients for the potion.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies for my arms."

"Weasley, root for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

"Your arm is fine at all," Ron said to Malfoy angrily.

"Weasley, you heard what Professor Snape said, cut these roots." Malfoy said proudly.

"Professor," they heard Malfoy drawl quickly, "Weasley's chopped up my roots in all sorts, sir."

Snape approached their table, looked down from his hooked nose at the table, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from under his long, greasy black hair.

"Swap roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir."

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully chopping his own roots so they were exactly the same size.

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous tone.

Ron pushed his own so beautifully cut root across the table to Malfoy, and picked up the knife again.

"Also, sir, I need someone to skin my figs," Malfoy said, with a malicious mirth in his voice.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's figs," said Snape, giving Harry the disgusted look he had always reserved for Harry.

Harry had taken Malfoy's figs while Ron started trying to restore the roots he now had to use.Harry peeled the figs as fast as he could.Tossed to Malfoy across the table without saying a word.Malfoy smiled more maliciously.

"Have you seen your mate Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly.

"It's none of your business," said Ron quickly, without looking up.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to be a teacher again," said Malfoy, with feigned distress. "My dad wasn't too happy about my injury."

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real deal," growled Ron.

"He's complained to the school administrators. He's complained to the Ministry of Magic. My dad is a man of influence, you know. And it's an old and bad gouging like this." Sighing, "Who knows what will happen if my arm never returns?"

"So you pretend like that," said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar because his hands were shaking with rage, "to try and get Hagrid fired."

"Well," said Malfoy, his voice low as a whisper, "it's partly true, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley. Cut the caterpillars for me."

A few seats away from them, Neville was in trouble.Neville always had a nervous breakdown in Potions; Potions was his worst subject, and since he was terrified of Snape, things were ten times worse.His potion, which was supposed to be a bright green acid, turned out to be. . .

"Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, spooning a little out and letting it splash back into the cauldron so everyone could see it. "Orange. Tell me, boy, has something penetrated this thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, clearly, that only a drop of rat bile was needed? Didn't I see Say, is a little leech sap enough? How can I explain it to you, Longbottom?"

Nacheng's face turned pink and he was shaking.He looked like he was about to cry.

"Sir," said Hermione, "sir, with your permission, may I fix it for him?"

"I didn't ask you to show off, Miss Granger," Snape said dryly, and Hermione blushed as much as Neville. "Longbottom, before get out of class is over today, we're going to feed your toad a few drops of this potion and see what happens. Maybe doing so will encourage you to make this potion well."

Snape walked away, leaving Neville terrified. "Help me!" he moaned to Hermione.

"Hey, Harry," said Seamus Finnigan, leaning over to borrow Harry's steel scale. "Heard no Daily Prophet this morning. They reckon Sirius Black is on the hook."

"Where?" said Harry and Ron quickly.Across the table, Malfoy looked up, listening carefully. "Not far from here," Youmo said, looking excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him. Of course, she didn't really know. Muggles thought he was just an ordinary prisoner, didn't they. So she Just call the hotline. By the time the Ministry of Magic arrives, he's already gone."

"Not too far from here..." repeated Ron, looking at Harry meaningfully.He turned around.Malfoy was found watching carefully. "What, Malfoy, do you need to skin something?"

But Malfoy's eyes flickered maliciously, fixed on Harry.He leaned over the table. "Try to catch Black single-handedly, Potter?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry replied casually.Malfoy's thin lips curled into a mean smile. "Of course, if I had been," he said quietly, "I would have done something. I wouldn't have stayed in school and been a good boy. I'd have looked for him everywhere."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron roughly.

"Don't you know, Potter," Malfoy whispered, his pale eyes narrowing.

"what do you know?"

Malfoy let out a low sneer. "You probably don't want to risk your life," he said, "and want those dementors to deal with him, don't you, but if I were you, I'd have revenge. I'd find him myself."

"What are you talking about!" said Harry angrily, but at that moment Snape called out, "You should have all added the ingredients by now. This potion has to be boiled to drink; Pack your stuff when you roll, and then we'll test Longbottom's."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly, watching Neville sweat and stir his potion vigorously.Hermione gave him instructions with the corners of her mouth so Snape wouldn't see them.

"What is Malfoy trying to do?" Pansy whispered as Pansy and Jacqueline cleaned their own cauldrons.

"Don't you understand?" Jacqueline raised the corners of his eyes, "He wants Harry to die. However," Jacqueline sighed softly, "If the Ministry of Magic is involved, Buckbeak may be real. More bad luck than good luck."

"Are you worried about that bird?"

"It's life just like us, Pansy." Jacqueline shook her head regretfully, looking at Malfoy, "And, they're better than some people."

The end of get out of class was coming soon, and Snape strolled over to Neville, who was cowering over his cauldron. "Come together," said Snape, his black eyes glowing, "to see what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he makes a shrinking potion, his toad will shrink into a tadpole. If He has done wrong, I have no doubt of it, and the toad will be poisoned and die."

The Gryffindors watched in horror; the Slytherins watched excitedly.Snape held the toad Rifle in his left hand, and put a small spoon into Neville's stinger, which was now green.He poured a few drops down Lyfe's throat.

There was a moment's silence, while Lyford gasped for breath; then with a soft pop, Lyford the tadpole writhed in Snape's palm.

The Gryffindors applauded.With a sour expression on his face, Snape took out a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on Raffle, and it suddenly reappeared, it was completely an adult toad. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, wiping the smiles off everyone's faces. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. get out of class dismissed."

"Do you think Black will really kill Harry? I heard that Black is Harry's godfather, but there are rumors that Black killed Harry's parents back then, you say..." Pansy looked at On one side, there was no sign of Jacqueline. "Strange person." Pansy muttered, walking towards the hall.

"Malfoy is too much." At this moment, Jacqueline and Hermione were in Yuna's class, and Yuna was explaining the runes on the podium.

"He just wanted to mess with Harry and Ron on purpose."

"The word rune means 'mystical' or 'hidden'. The earliest and most famous rune is Old Feysac, which represents the first six runes."

"Ministry of Magic! Is he trying to force Hagrid to sue?"

"Old Fusac has a total of 24 of the most common letters. In addition, there are other special letters, such as the 25th, wyrd, which symbolizes fate and retribution."

"If there is a lawsuit in the end, we will definitely win, because you have no chance of winning. I don't believe that such a small injury will make any movement in the Ministry of Magic."

"Each rune letter has its own special pronunciation and meaning. Unlike today's English letters, even the correct pronunciation of a letter will have power."

"Also, tell Malfoy to stop pushing Harry to find Black. Harry's not that stupid!"

"For example, this letter that looks like a is pronounced ansuz. It means mouth, creation of the universe, and soul. If the pronunciation is correct." Yuna turned her head, pointed at Hermione beside Jacqueline, and shouted, " Ansuz!"

"No matter what you want to do, you won't..." Hermione's voice stopped abruptly, and her lips were firmly pressed together, unable to open at all.The whole class burst out laughing.

"Do you want to try it too?" Yuna raised her eyebrows, and they immediately covered their mouths tightly.

"I will teach you the rune alphabet this year, and you will not be able to start learning the rune words until next year. However, it will take a long time to learn to use the power of the rune characters."

Until the end of get out of class, the whole class was silent, only the rustling sound of writing.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jacqueline sprinted out before Hermione could speak.