[HP] Give me back my body

Draco has recently been seriously considering the possibility of stealing books from the forbidden book area, such as borrowing Potter's invisibility cloak to sneak in after curfew... He thought of the study room of Malfoy's house, and there were not only books in circulation in the market Those ordinary books, but he also felt that it was impossible for them to be exchanged during the holidays - the magic used at that time was not very advanced, and even if something went wrong, it shouldn't last for a lifetime.

To be honest, Draco regretted not going to the professors directly for help, and now he found that they had no clue at all.But considering how determined he was then, how could he tell Granger now that he was wrong, that he regretted it?Bite the bullet and stick to it, even if someone asks to "ask the professor for help", that person must be Granger.

It can only be said that he is a little used to Granger's life now, and life is relatively easy, allowing him to persevere.

After the meeting in the library, Draco's interactions with Granger and Krum were back to normal, but he still didn't want to talk to Potter and Weasley, especially Weasley.

It actually looked more like a cold war between Hermione and Ron. Harry was caught in the middle of them and didn't know what to do. Now he finally understood Hermione's feelings during the cold war between him and Ron, and now he still had to think about gold. The secret of the egg, I am going to worry to death.

Draco noticed that recently Potter, besides looking at him (Hermione) or Weasley scratching his hair morosely, was sitting in the lounge holding the golden egg and scratching his hair morosely - as if he wanted to just put the golden egg in It's like something hatched.

After the holidays, classes have to start again.

There is still thick snow on the field, and frost hangs on the walls of the castle. Even on a sunny day, it looks extremely cold. No one wants to leave the castle.

Harry and the others are going to go out of the conservatory of the herbal medicine class in a while, and have a class on the protection of magical creatures.

Open Air, Whelk, Slytherin.

Pulling out any keyword can make them a little more reluctant.

As soon as they walked out of the greenhouse, they felt the cold wind blowing in their faces. Harry and Ron lowered their heads and walked against the wind towards Hagrid's cabin with their books in their arms; Draco followed them, wearing a hat on his head The cold wind made him pull down the brim of the woolen hat, cursing in his heart the damn weather and the boring class he would have in a while.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at Hagrid's hut, a strange, elderly witch stood at the door and greeted the students who came to class: "Hurry up, hurry up, you are already late. "

Everyone speeded up, and Ron asked as he passed her, "Who are you? Where's Hagrid?"

"I'm Professor Graplan," she said sternly, "and I'm your substitute for Care of Magical Creatures."

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly, stamping the snow on his shoes.

Professor Graplan glanced at him and said coldly, "He's not feeling well."

Draco was refreshed to see the big man who wasn't Hagrid standing in the pumpkin patch to greet them, and was even happier to hear the conversation.

In addition to Hagrid's unusual size, the accident in the Protection of Magical Creatures class made Draco hate Hagrid even more. In addition, the beast escaped at the end, which made Draco feel even more resentful. Everything counted. On top of Hagrid.

Will that big fool never appear on the professor's chair at Hogwarts again?

Thinking about singing two songs.

If there's one quality in the Malfoy family, it's grudges.

Harry and Ron looked at Hagrid's cabin unwillingly. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and the thick curtains completely cut off the room from the outside world.

Professor Graplan had already led the other students towards the temporary stables, and the Slytherin students laughed gleefully as they passed by Harry and Ron, who were stretching their necks and trying to see something from the window.

"Oh—" they let out an artificial cry of regret, and walked away laughing.

Ron turned his head and gave them a hard look, and focused on finding Draco Malfoy from among them, but found that Malfoy was not standing at the head of the row and booing - he was walking slowly behind alone, surrounded by silver and green Alternating scarves, light blond hair with some icy scum that fell to his head from somewhere, he held a newspaper tightly in his hand, turned his head and frowned and looked at Hagrid's cabin worriedly.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron straightened his back from that look, he looked at the back of Malfoy leaving, licked his lips, and said.

Harry let out a breath, and the white mist obscured the lower half of his face: "How do I know... I just want to know what happened to Hagrid."

"Probably just sick." Ron wrinkled his red nose.

Draco had been standing beside them silently, he looked at the wooden door, and felt that the whole Hogwarts was sick and collapsed, and Hagrid was still able to drive his Blast-tails loudly.

The three of them walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest in a long, sparse line.

Ron had already turned his attention back to the classroom: "What are we going to do in this class, it won't be going to the Forbidden Forest, why is it getting closer and closer."

Harry pursed his lips.

"Actually, I think... oh my god, unicorns." Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and he said almost in admiration, "It's great, unicorns... so rare." He sped up instinctively Speed, approaching the crowd.

Harry and Draco stopped where they were, and they saw that beautiful unicorn, with its dazzling white fur and golden hooves, its whole body was shining, even the snow reflecting the light in the sun Not bright without it.

But such a beautiful creature directly reminded Harry and Draco of that night in the Forbidden Forest in the first grade - the dark forest, the silvery white blood shining on the ground, the unicorn lying on the ground gradually losing its light, and that Hooded monster drinking blood.

Harry knew it was Voldemort, but he still felt chills down his back thinking about it, and sometimes you can't overcome the fear even if you know the truth.

Both he and Draco fell into the weird and terrifying memories at that time, and after waking up from the memories, they were no longer willing to get close to the unicorn, even though it looked so pure and beautiful.

Harry turned his head and glanced at Hermione, thinking that her face was also not good. He remembered that Hermione was also in the Forbidden Forest at that time, but she was in another direction at that time, and she did not see Voldemort drinking blood with her own eyes. It was only him and Malfoy at that time.

He didn't know that the "Hermione" in front of him had the same picture in his mind. If it was real Hermione, besides the blood of the unicorn, she could still think of the sound that belonged to Malfoy that almost pierced the night. scream.

Professor Graplan forbade the boys from approaching, and only let the girls touch the unicorn. Ron looked at the unicorn for a while through the explosive probe, then turned around and saw Harry and Hermione standing behind.

He walked over, looked at Harry and Hermione, both of whom looked unhappy, pursed his lips, and said awkwardly to Hermione, "Aren't you going to touch the unicorns? They are very..."

Draco walked away without Ron finishing his sentence, passing Ron without even glancing at him.

Ron opened his mouth and closed it again, blushing, and said with a little resentment: "Why does she always have that attitude? It seems that I have committed something that can never be forgiven!"

Harry sighed and said in a low voice, "Come on, Ron, Hermione's probably still mad."

"Is she still angry?" Ron raised his eyebrows, "I forgot why she is still angry when she is angry?"

Harry looked up and saw that Professor Graplan was talking to the girls and had no time to talk to them, so he whispered to Ron, "I'm worried about Hagrid, is he really just sick? I think... ..."

"You don't have to worry if he's sick." A sharp voice interrupted their conversation, "He's just ashamed of his dirty blood, maybe he won't be able to stay at Hogwarts."

Harry turned his head and joined Ron in staring at the talking Slytherin boy.

"Oh, I have this news for you." He turned and looked back, then pulled a newspaper from Malfoy's arms and threw it to Harry, "I think I should write a letter to my family and put this Dangerous hunk kicked out of Hogwarts, and it's not the first time he's been kicked out anyway."

Harry and Ron didn't bother to fight back against him, and didn't even bother to think about why it wasn't Malfoy who provoked him today, but a new vanguard.

He unfolded the newspaper and looked at it together with Ron and a few boys who gathered around. Draco also squeezed over with great interest, and read an article on that page together - "Dumbledore's Major Mistake" .

Harry finished reading the lying article, his eyes were red with anger, thinking of the words "intimidating", "vicious", "brutal half-giant" in the article, and Slytherin's false accusations.

He raised his head angrily, pointing at Crabbe: "He was bitten by a phyllobium caterpillar, that thing has no teeth at all!"

Crabbe gave him a smug, goofy smile.

"And Malfoy, obviously you provoked Buckbeak, and Hagrid obviously didn't let you do that to him!" Harry said angrily.

Draco looked up and said loudly, "That's not what I said."

Harry snorted sarcastically, and Ron tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "That's what Pansy said (he gave Malfoy a surprised look, thinking it's not normal for him not to take the opportunity to kill himself ), the key is the identity of the half-blood giant...we were the only ones there at the time, how did Rita know about it?"

Professor Graplan suddenly yelled in this direction, stopping the conflict between the two sides.

After they finished listening to the class, almost all the girls on the way back were praising the new professor and hoping that Hagrid would not come back.

Ron and Harry stared angrily at the backs of their heads.

The author has something to say: I don't know where to go...

I decided to write it first Oyz

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