Together [HP]

There was silence in the lounge, and after a long time, whispers broke out.

"Are we going to be okay?" Some first-year students asked softly.

"Are you stupid?" Malfoy stared at them, "Those who are enemies of the Slytherin heirs, be careful. We are all Slytherins!"

"Yeah," Jacqueline snorted, "maybe that successor is one of us. However, it seems that even the professor is not sure who it is."

"It's not you anyway." Malfoy sneered, "If you were the heir, Slytherin would cry to death."

"And if it's you," Jacqueline touched her chin, pretending to think for a while, "he might be pissed off by your stupidity."

"So you're going to stay?" Pansy asked after Malfoy had written his name on the Christmas detention list. "I mean, your mom probably won't be going back this year."

"I'm going home, Pansy." After packing up their things, Jacquiline and Pansy walked towards their room together, "That's Christmas."

"Why do I think you're not looking forward to it at all?" Pansy curled her lips. "I mean, it's a big day."

"If you've been to my house for Christmas, you won't be looking forward to it." Jacquelin spread his hands and lay down on the bed. "Good night, Pansy."

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During a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in early December, Lockhart was handing Hermione the first signed book, and Hermione was holding on to it as if she would never let it go again for the rest of her life.

"Personally, I really like the next one," Lockhart cleared his throat. "In fact, I've framed it and hung it on the wall."

He said, showing what he thought was a charming smile,

"When forty winters have besieged your beauty, and dug deep trenches in your beautiful garden, your youthful finery, so envied by others, will turn into tattered rags, and no one will look at it.

At that time, if people ask where your beauty lies, where is the treasure of your youth, you say, "In my sunken eye sockets are greedy shame and useless praise."

The use of your beauty would be more admirable if you could say, "I, Ningxin boy, will settle my account and forgive my old age," confirming that his beauty is in your lineage!This will rejuvenate you in the twilight of old age, and refresh your cold blood. "

He paused after reading, "I want to award this book to Miss Graham," he raised his voice, "Who is Graham?"

"I," Jacquiline winked at Pansy, and Hermione turned to look at her in disbelief, "I'm Graham, Professor Lockhart."

"Come here, kid, come here." Lockhart beckoned to her and patted a book beside him. "This is my newest book," he said, winking at the class. "It hasn't been officially published yet. But, now, I want to give it to you, Jacqueline," he said, handing the book over, "well, come on, I'll read you another part of my work today. Come, Harry, I need your help."

"You're cheating!" Just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Pansy and Jacqueline were still arranging their schoolbags, Hermione walked over aggressively, her face flushed, "This sonnet, there is no You didn't write it!"

"Yes, yes." Jacquiline nodded to Pansy, beckoning her to go first, and said while putting the books on the table, "It's ironic, isn't it? You found out, our great Lockhart The professor didn't notice it. Besides," Jacquelin paused, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and glanced at the signed book on the table, "excuse me, can you help me?"