Together [HP]

Jacqueline, who was frightened by the news that her mother would be a teacher at school, had a nightmare all night. As a result, she got up late the next day.When she hurried to the restaurant, a vast mezzo-soprano came from inside.

"It's a disgrace to the family. Your father was suspended for questioning at work. It's all your fault! If you don't follow the rules, we'll take you home right away!"

"What did I miss?" Covering her ears, Jacqueline carefully sat on the Slytherin dining table, looking at the group of people who were laughing happily.

"Ron's mother sent him a Howler letter!" Malfoy smiled happily opposite her, "What a pity, I thought he would be with that 'savior'..." Malfoy didn't continue , because Professor Snape was standing behind him, coldly handing over a schedule.

"If they were students of Slytherin, they would definitely be expelled, Mr. Dean." Malfoy said loudly.

"That's right." Professor Snape glanced coldly at the Gryffindor table, and handed the schedule to Jacqueline, "I will, personally, throw you out."

After receiving the blatant warning from Professor Snape, Jacqueline glanced at her class schedule. The first and second sections were History of Magic, and she was going to sleep with Ravenclaw. ah.

After a good night's sleep for two classes, the Slytherin students yawned and went to the Transfiguration class one by one.In this class they practiced turning a beetle into a button.Many people seem to have forgotten everything they learned after a summer vacation.The Gryffindors had their beetles crawling across the table most of the time, and the Slytherins were laughing at Ron's wand.

"I said," after Jacqueline gave Professor McGonagall an exquisite coat button with European classical charm, she returned to her seat and watched Pansy play with her beetle boredly. , "Can you be serious? I also want to go to lunch early."

"Even Ms. Know-It-All can't handle things," Pansy pouted, and laughed when she saw Ron accidentally squashed the beetle and went to ask Professor McGonagall for the beetle again, "You You can't expect me to be able to handle it. But, having said that, why do I feel that after the summer vacation, your Transfiguration has made great progress."

"After my grandfather heard about the magic chessboard," Jacqueline lay down on the table and glanced in Hermione's direction resentfully, "he also made one in the back garden of my house, so I was told by my old Mom pulled me over to work as a coolie to make up for the mistakes I 'made' last school year."

When the lunch bell rang, Jacqueline grabbed her schoolbag as fast as she could and rushed to the restaurant.

"So, what class do you have in the afternoon?" After lunch, they came to the yard, and Jacqueline found a chair to lie on, and Pansy sat next to her, buried in an astronomy book.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"My God," Jacqueline lamented, "what do you think if I pretend to be sick and go to the school infirmary?"

"Please don't forget that your mother is now a member of the school's faculty."

"If she knew that I skipped Lockhart's class, she shouldn't care."

"Signed photos? Are you handing out signed photos, Potter?" Dracora Malfoy's angry voice echoed in the yard.Jacqueline opened her eyes to see him standing in front of Colin, hands on hips, followed by his tall, sinister henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd. "Harry Potter sent us signed photos!" "No, I didn't," said Harry angrily, his fists clenched. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're just jealous of him," echoed Colin, whose body was only as thick as Malfoy's neck.

"I'm jealous of him?" Malfoy said, half the yard heard him without shouting.

"Why are you jealous of him? I don't want another stinky scar on my forehead! I don't think cutting my head off can make me look special. Of course, I don't know if others think so." Carat Boo and Gore.Sneaking aside.

"Go eat slugs, Malfoy!" said Ron angrily.Crabbe stopped laughing and fingered his chestnut-sized knuckles in a menacing "snap slap."

"Be careful what you say, Weasley," Malfoy sneered. "You don't want to get into trouble and ask your mother to come to school and take you away?" He pretended to squeeze his throat and screamed, "If you dare to take another wrong step"

Jacqueline and Pansy couldn't help laughing out loud at his exaggerated performance.

"Weasley would like an autographed photograph of Harry," Malfoy smirked. "It's worth more than anything in his house!" Ron waved his wand glued with magic glue. At this moment, Hermione "snapped" the book and whispered, "Be careful!"

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his emerald green robes billowing behind him. "Who's handing out autographed photos?" Harry was about to answer, when Lockhart put a hand on his shoulder and said happily, "Should have known it was you. We meet again, Harry." Harry Hemmed tightly by Lockhart's side, too ashamed to lift his head, Malfoy slipped back into the crowd with a smirk.

"Let's go." Jacqueline got up, and glanced lazily at Lockhart, who was smiling so much that his back molars were showing. "Go to the class of some pushy teacher."

"Don't worry." Pansy followed her and walked up the stairs slowly, "I don't think a certain teacher will let this opportunity to hand out autographed photos so easily."

"Hello." After the two of them entered the classroom and found a seat to sit down, someone poked Jacqueline's back from behind.Jacqueline turned and saw Malfoy's smiling face. "Why don't you two get Lockhart's autograph? Don't you girls like that guy?"