Soul shaping

Harry was taken aback when Riddle opened his mouth.

"why?"

"She's dangerous."

"Oh, really, I thought you were the most dangerous person." Harry sneered.

"She's more dangerous than me." Riddle raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, "At least I don't intend to kill you, Harry."

"What a big joke, you have no intention of killing me? Aren't you the one who wants to kill me the most in the world?"

"Don't you understand, Harry. It's not that I want to kill you, but you want to kill me." Riddle sighed silently, "The decision is in your hands."

"You...I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't you hate me? Don't you want to kill me for revenge? It's your choice, Harry. You can choose to kill me... I hope you don't regret it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then retorted: "Why would I regret it? This is my dream, how could I regret it!"

"I hope so." Riddle still had that indifferent expression on his face, seemingly unmoved, "Then Harry, don't go to Hogsmeade with Cho. Don't go near her."

"I still don't quite understand what you mean." Harry shook his head.He suddenly thought of Sirius' warning, and had a guess in his heart, "You don't mean to destroy my relationship, do you?"

Hearing this, the boy on the opposite side was obviously taken aback, and his face changed a little.

"Looking at you like this, I guessed it? Then I won't let you succeed." Harry shrugged, "I'll go to sleep if there's nothing else to do."

He closed the book and turned off the light.Because of Riddle's interference, I have no intention of studying anymore today.Just as he was about to lie down, Riddle leaned over and held his hand.

Harry almost stopped breathing for a moment.

"Have we met before?"

"what?"

"In Diagon Alley."

Although this question was quite strange, Harry still thought about it carefully and shook his head affirmatively: "No. The first time I went to Diagon Alley, Hagrid took me there, and I definitely didn't meet you."

Riddle seemed to realize something, let go of him, and silently returned to the locket.Harry was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it.

... He was wrong.There was no way he would have met Harry at that time, because he hadn't been born yet.

So who are you?What on earth were you trying to say back then?

Before Hogsmeade came the Quidditch match with Slytherin.

The Gryffindors are full of confidence in this competition, and everyone wants to see the legendary national-level broom.But this time the Slytherins were not as arrogant as before, most of them were silent, as if they were waiting for something.

Harry was excited but also a little nervous for Draco.He doesn't know if he has handled the team well, but Harry once heard Ron mention that Draco's prestige in Slytherin has been soaring recently, and it seems to be more than before, which makes him feel that he should be worrying too much up.

At Professor Hooch's order, they quickly flew into the sky.The performance of the Firebolt_arrow allowed Harry to increase his speed to the maximum in an instant. He rose to a high altitude, overlooking the entire stadium from above.

"The biggest highlight of this game is undoubtedly Harry Potter's Firebolt. This broom, which is uniformly customized by national Quidditch players, is made of ash wood. It is streamlined and exquisite. It has been Treated with a diamond-hard polish and hand-engraved with a registration number, each one is unique! The Firebolt_Arrow has a very good activation mechanism and balance, and can accelerate instantly to..."

"Jordan, explain the game!"

"Okay, okay, Professor McGonagall. Let me say one last thing, the Firebolt also has a secret built-in switch that can..."

"Jordan! Firebolt_Arrow paid you to advertise!"

"Okay, now let's take a look at the situation on the field. The score is now forty to zero, Slytherin is in the lead... Oh, look! Harry rode the Firebolt_Bolt quickly avoided Derek's call Bludger! This is thanks to the Firebolt_Bolt, of course Harry's excellent dodging skills are also amazing..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore.

Harry hovered in the sky, carefully looking for the figure of the Golden Snitch.Although he didn't focus on the game situation, he could feel that the Slytherin team's strategy seemed to have become more clever.Their Seekers were more in tune with each other, and their feints were much more natural, and their hitters always appeared at unexpected moments, making them hard to guard against.

Harry glanced at Draco who was hovering not far away, was it because of him?He really couldn't imagine that one person could change a team so much, but the Slytherin team was indeed more cohesive than before.

Harry seemed to see a flash of gold flickering around Kelly's feet, and he turned a corner, easily throwing off the batter Bol who blocked him, but was blocked by Draco who was chasing up from the right.

"It's already ninety to thirty." He said suddenly, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"...Are you here to show off?"

"I won't let you go." After saying this, Draco slanted his body to pull away from the distance, and his whole body seemed to fall down, but rose up in mid-air like a drowning person surfacing, facing fly in one direction.

He looked like he found the Snitch... no, he just found it!Realizing this suddenly, Harry leaned forward, speeding up to 150 mph in an instant, and went straight after Draco.

Faster... faster!Harry was so anxious that his head would explode. If Draco caught the Snitch first, then this might be the worst defeat for Gryffindor... The score has already been drawn to 110-[-]... Wood He will be graduating soon, and this is his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup... He still has the Firebolt, so if he loses, what will others think?

Although he was getting closer to Draco, it was clearly not enough, and he couldn't pass him before Draco caught the Snitch.Just as Draco stretched out his right hand to hold the Golden Snitch in his hand, it suddenly flashed and slyly slipped away from his palm.

There was an uproar in the audience, the Gryffindors breathed a sigh of relief, and then cheered loudly; the faces of the Slytherins were as serious as water, and some people directly accused Draco of something wrong.

Harry took a deep breath, turned around to block Draco's flight path, and bent over to rush towards the Snitch.Even if Draco is recovering his reputation step by step, it is an arduous project that cannot be accomplished overnight.Even though he has achieved great results, he still has no way to be recognized by everyone.Everyone is watching his jokes, as long as he fails once, he will become the target of public criticism... This feeling makes him feel very bad.

But Harry won't put water on the field because of this.This was definitely not the kind of help Draco wanted.The best way to respect him is to beat him upright on the field.Thinking of this, Harry smiled and opened his hand, holding the small, fluttering golden snitch in his hand, holding it above his head.

"The game is over! Gryffindor defeated Slytherin by 120 to [-]!"

The whole audience cheered, and all the students except Slytherin stood up and applauded. They were hooked by the passion at the last moment of the game.

Harry was about to land on his broom when suddenly he felt his skin was cold, his surroundings were plunged into darkness, and his heart was empty...

"Don't touch Harry! I beg you, don't—I can do anything—"

"Get out of the way, stupid woman—"

"Harry, Harry!"

He let go of the golden snitch in his hand, and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes darkened.

☆、Guardian spell

"Why did the dementor come to the school..."

"Dumbledore was very angry and kicked them all out..."

"What a poor child..."

He was awakened by the pungent disinfectant in the infirmary, and opened his eyes slowly.The conversation in my ear was like the impetuous and anxious cicadas in summer, passing through my mind.He rubbed his head, feeling painful and swollen, extremely uncomfortable.

"Harry, you're finally awake." Harry turned his face away, and Hermione was sitting on the side frowning at him.

"Hermione... why are you here?" He was still a little dazed.

Hermione sighed: "Ron took care of you for half an hour, and he is in class now. Many people came to see you before you woke up. By the way, Qiu Zhang just came."

Harry woke up suddenly, trying to sit up but Hermione stopped him.

"You'd better rest well."

"Did she... say anything?" Harry hesitated.

"She was very worried about you, and said she hoped you would get better soon." Hermione blinked meaningfully, "By the way, this is a blessing card from Malfoy. Madam Pomfrey checked it several times to make sure there was nothing wrong with it." Put it in after the curse. I thought he was going to send a screaming letter or something. When did you get on good terms with him?"

Harry opened the envelope and unfolded the letter paper. The English written on the paper was majestic and elegant, with the demeanor of a British family, but the simple sentence "May you recover soon" was written by him as if it were a high-end invitation.Harry thought to himself that he just fell from a high place, and everyone made a fuss over a molehill...

"Everyone is discussing why the dementors came to the school. They were originally guarding the outside of the school, but Professor Dumbledore explicitly forbade them to enter the school directly. What made them break in even though they violated the agreement?" As Hermione was thinking, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Hermione with some searching eyes.He thought of his agreement with Sirius.

"By the way, Harry, someone owl sent you a letter just now, and I forgot to tell you." Hermione took out a letter from the bedside table and handed it to Harry, her eyes were still so sharp that she seemed to be able to read his mind.

Harry took the letter, signing it with a cold.There was only one line written inside: See you at the Screaming Shack.

He looked up, and Hermione was looking at him.She seemed to want to say something, but there was nothing in her eyes.

"Harry...do you have something to say to me?" Sensing the hesitation in his expression, she tilted her head and asked him.

Harry thought for a while, gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision: "Hermione...do you believe that rumor?"

"Which rumor are you talking about?"

"For example, they said that Sirius was a Death Eater who killed thirteen people, and he was coming to kill me."

"You want to discuss this topic? I have to say that most people have a very high acceptance of rumors. And the matter of Sirius is no longer the category of rumors." Hermione was thoughtful, "Sirius's The matter was reported by the "Daily Prophet" and officially confirmed by the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban, and the authenticity is quite high, so generally no one will doubt it."

"But even authority can be wrong, right? The truth is sometimes in the hands of the few," Harry whispered.

"Yes." Hermione nodded approvingly, "Questioning authority makes great achievements."

Harry took a deep breath, leaned closer to her, and lowered his voice: "Hermione, it actually happened like this..."

Hermione didn't show the expected surprise after hearing what happened, she just nodded to show that she understood, and looked down at her fingers: "Anyway, since you choose to believe him, of course I also believe you of."

"Thank you, Hermione," said Harry sincerely.

Hermione waved her hand and said you're welcome: "But how are you going to get to the Shrieking Shack? You can't enter Hogsmeade without your parents' permission."

"I'll sneak in with the Invisibility Cloak." Harry had already figured it out.

Hermione frowned, as if she didn't agree with it, but she couldn't find a good way, so she had to agree: "Okay...but you have to promise me that I will accompany you to meet Sirius that day."

"it is good."

A few hours later, after Madam Pomfrey examined him again and gave him a bar of chocolate, Harry was cleared to leave the infirmary.He read "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" all afternoon, made up for the missed content of the herb class, and simply marked the key points.

Harry propped his head up, put the quill aside, and sighed.

"Riddle?"

no respond.

"Riddle."

Still no response.Harry sighed again, packed his schoolbag and went to the library.He soon found Hermione in the study area of ​​the library, chewing on a thick and heavy copy of "Great Discoveries of Modern Magic".

"Hermione, I need your help." He sat down in front of her.

"I've always been willing to help you, Harry." Hermione yawned and closed the book again.

"I need to get over my fear of dementors, but I don't know what to do."

"No one can completely overcome the fear of dementors. They live by devouring people's happiness and can remind you of the most painful things." Hermione looked serious, and she took out another gray book from her bag. Covered book, "I looked it up after you fell off the broomstick, and found that there was only one spell that would work against dementors."

Hermione turned the book to the middle page and showed it to Harry: "This is it, the Patronus Charm. This magic is so profound that many wizards cannot perform it. You have to be mentally prepared."

They found an empty classroom to practice the Patronus Charm.Hermione was walking around with her copy of Fantastic Magic Against Evil Creatures, reading it aloud.

"The Patronus is a positive, positive force that promotes what the dementors feed on - hope, happiness, the desire to live - but it is not a real person, and will not act like a real person Feeling hopeless and scared, so the dementors can't hurt it. Harry, you need to think about what makes you happiest. Happiness comes from within to summon your own Patronus...it is said that everyone's Patronus It's all different!" said Hermione.

Harry closed his eyes.He's happiest...he's certainly happiest when he gets the Quidditch Cup...

"Then say 'Calling God's Guard', the mantra is 'Calling God's Guard'!"

"Guardian!" A puff of silvery gas erupted from his wand, forming an indistinct shape in the air.Harry looked at Hermione in surprise: "Hey, did you see that!"

"Oh, Harry, you really surprised me." Hermione was utterly surprised. "Here we go again!"

They practice until the sun goes down.Harry was able to fully understand the spell, and the Patronus he summoned was no longer just a cloud of vague gas, but had some form.But neither he nor Hermione could figure out what kind of animal his Patronus was - the book said a Patronus was usually an animal.

"My Patronus seems to be an otter. It's so beautiful!" After trying many times and finally succeeding in summoning Hermione, she happily watched the silver otter running quickly in front of her eyes.

Harry couldn't help feeling a little depressed, why his Patronus wasn't as clear as Hermione's... Was it because he wasn't capable enough?

"It's not that I don't have enough ability, it's that my beliefs are not firm enough."

Harry jerked, gripping his wand tightly.

"It's useless for you to practice like this, you still can't perform against real dementors. Go to the Room of Requirement, there is a disappearing cabinet with a boggart in it. It can become your worst fear. "

"...Are you willing to come out now? No need, you didn't answer me when I called you just now." Harry said coldly.

"I just don't want you to get into the habit of being dependent on your enemies. And, Harry, don't you think it's unfair? You resist everything about me, but I have to respond to your requests." Riddle's voice was flat, without any accusation, "You're using me, Harry."

"You...you can ignore me." Harry murmured irrefutably.

"You know I'll answer you."

"Nonsense, you just ignored me."

"Didn't I answer you now?"

"..."

"Buy some chocolates, and then go to the Room of Requirement." I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, but Riddle's voice had a hint of tenderness.

☆、Believers

This is the second time Harry has entered the Room of Requirement.It's hard to imagine that this seemingly small room can hold so many things.Harry stepped in between the piles of old books that were lying haphazardly on the floor, careful not to knock over the large, dusty cardboard boxes that were piled high.The disappearing cabinet that Riddle spoke of was placed among a pile of invalid magic cards and glass balls, and it was not inconspicuous at all.

"Are you sure there's one in there, um... what's it called..."

"Boggart. I'm sure I got Draco to grab it and put it in there."

"You...? When?" Harry froze.

"Shortly after school starts." He obviously didn't want to dwell too much on this topic.The locket in Harry's pocket shook, and Riddle stepped out with one hand on the disappearing cabinet.He turned his head sideways, his deep eyebrows sunk in the dim light, gentle and incomprehensible.

"I will open the door of the disappearing cabinet later, and the Boggart will appear in the form of a dementor." Riddle said in a calm statement tone, "You need to prepare in advance."

Harry suddenly realized that he seemed to be taken to a place where he was alone and helpless.Here, it's really too easy for Riddle to try to harm himself. Although he can't use magic yet... who knows if the one in this disappearing cabinet is a Boggart?

Perhaps seeing the obvious suspicion on Harry's face, Riddle's face suddenly became ugly.He glanced at him coldly, that gaze was cold and cold, as if it could seal Harry in the blink of an eye.

"Since you don't believe me, then don't ask me for help. Don't you understand the simple truth that you don't have to be suspicious of someone you hire, and you don't use someone who is suspicious of you?" He said as he was about to walk back, but Harry subconsciously pulled him back, but Was thrown away by him.

"Do you want to say a few words to deal with me?" The boy folded his hands, raised his chin and stared at him.

Harry paused.He brushed his hair, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Maybe I didn't realize it...Obviously I hate you for deceiving me and killing my parents, but I still let myself be dependent on you." Behavior... I also want to get rid of this habit, but even if I can be independent in my usual study and life, sometimes..."

He couldn't go on.Only he himself knows how contradictory and suffering he is during this period of cold war with him.The blazing hatred burned his soul and almost made him lose his mind; but the nostalgia that remained deep in his memory kept pulling him, dragging him to another abyss.

It looks small, and it seems that it can be defeated by hatred at any time.But at a certain moment, at a certain moment when the schedule was opened, it swelled with unstoppable power, destroying all the defenses he had erected.

If it was just memories of false pretense, Harry thought, he wouldn't have fallen so easily.But it was those little cares that were caught off guard, and his undisguised fragility and outspokenness that made him more and more difficult to guard against.

He wants to believe him, he wants so badly to believe him...but can he?

Harry took a deep breath, and slowly reached out his hand to Riddle: "Forgive me, Riddle, forgive me for being selfish... But can you tell me why? Why do you care about my attitude? Why do you do those things... ..."

"...Why? Sometimes it's hard for me to give a definite answer. I wanted to do this, so I did it... But I think it's because of your words." Riddle closed his eyes, In a moment of deep pain, "I feel that in my long, eternal life, I will be like this. I will never find another person willing to say to me, I will not leave you alone. My food The Dead Apostles, including my most loyal little Crouch and Bella, will only obediently obey my will. They may be willing to die for me, willing to help me accomplish a great cause, I used to think that Enough is enough, and I don't need more care. But... maybe I'm wrong.

"I just haven't met one... I haven't met such an existence. I just haven't met one, so I don't think there will be any, and I don't think I will have any spiritual dependence and needs." He turned his back , the voice became lower and lower, weaker and weaker, as if losing strength.

Looking at his slender back, Harry's eyes were already red.

He walked forward slowly and hugged him gently from behind.He could feel his back trembling a little, as if he was faintly afraid of something.Harry didn't speak.

"Let's get started." Riddle turned around, and he had regained his composure, "I want to tell you first, why your patron saint is so vague. The happy things you imagined before must not be what you are most looking forward to in your heart But you have not realized what you are most looking forward to, and you have not discovered your beliefs. The patron saint is a portrayal of a person's inner soul, and the posture it presents must be the one you trust the most and make you feel safe Yes. You trust it, give it your all, and it will give you back. So, Harry, go find what your heart really desires."

He opened the door, and the black mist came out. The dementor, wearing a tattered cloak, stretched out its almost rotten hands...

The happiest thing... must have been the happiest when he first knew he was going to Hogwarts...

"Call God Guard!"

He was once again wrapped in a pervasive icy white mist, and the overwhelming despair seemed to lead him straight into the abyss.

The eardrums were almost shattered, and the man's shrill laughter echoed in his head, laughing at their stupidity and overreaching, just as he laughed at the fate of being trampled underfoot.

But fate is always above all creatures.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaving violently.He found himself lying in Riddle's arms, his face pale as paper.Neither of them spoke, Harry silently ate half a bar of chocolate, and stood up again.

Another failure.Time and time again, the parents' voices became weaker, but the man's cold voice became more and more clear, as if repeatedly emphasizing the malice of the world and shaking his will.

Each time he woke up in his arms.Harry knew that Riddle had been comforting him when he was unconscious, but he kept silent when he woke up.He only heard "I'm sorry" in a trance, which was unreal like a dream.

"Don't try again. If you can't find the faith in your heart, no matter how many times you try, it's useless, it will waste your energy." When Harry tried to stand up again, Riddle stopped him.

"But I... I have to master it. I don't want to fall off the broom at the next Quidditch match."

"Dumbledore won't let this happen." Riddle shook his head.

"I'll try one last time." Harry walked up to the disappearing cabinet.He was tortured into a trance, but only in this way can the most fragile and soft part of his heart be exposed.He knew it was very dangerous, but he had to try.

Riddle opened the door of the cabinet, and the coldness that penetrated into his heart permeated everywhere again, wrapping his limbs and bones.Harry closed his eyes.This time he didn't resist, and let the desperate chill break through the defense all the way to the inside.The sounds of begging for mercy and laughter passed by his ears, and they could no longer hurt him at all. A vague outline of a boy appeared in front of his eyes, with sunken brows and black hair, and the whole person was like a black and white photo from the past.He held out his hand towards him, the knuckles sharp, the palm lines clear and picturesque... Harry opened his eyes, raised his wand—

"Call God Guard!"

The frantically gushing silver-white light stripped away to form an illusory shadow, which gradually solidified, showing a distinctive appearance, enough to burn and break everyone's eyes.Looking at it from a distance, it was overshadowed.

Harry froze.He couldn't help gripping the holly wand in his hand until his Patronus dispelled the boggart's disguised dementor and returned to his wand in a cloud of silver mist.

Riddle came up from behind and pulled his shoulders forcefully. The sight under his drooping eyelashes oppressed him, almost trembling: "What are you thinking?"

"what?"

"What were you thinking when you summoned the Patronus?"

Looking at his depressed face, Harry actually laughed: "You should have guessed it."

The author has something to say: Guess what Harry's Patronus is?Well, you can also guess the big V by the way

☆, metamorphosis

In an empty classroom next to the Slytherin common room.

It was late at night, and the fluctuating light of the dark green at the bottom of the lake was reflected on the silver-white wall, and the cold and strange face was like a devil.The desks and chairs in the classroom were all pushed aside and crowded together messily.In the large space left in the middle, a few men and women stood casually with unfriendly expressions.

Standing in the very center is Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.On both sides of him stood other team members and a few Slytherin students who joined in the fun.

At this moment, he crossed his hands and stared provocatively at the pale-skinned boy in front of him.The indifference of the other party brought his unhappiness to a peak.

"I followed your advice and trained for a month. I thought I would be able to defeat Gryffindor in one fell swoop... I didn't expect that I would fall short in the end. Malfoy, what else do you have to say now?"

"But your scores have improved, haven't you! Everyone is saying that you have improved a lot!"

"But the key to the Quidditch game is the Seeker. The difference of 150 points cannot be recovered by a few Quaffles! In the end, you still can't do it, Malfoy!" Flint glared at Draco viciously , but the latter was still lazily leaning against the table, as if he was outside.

"How can you say that, the Quidditch field changes rapidly, and no one can guarantee that he will win..."

"Shut up, Perkins! You don't have a place to talk here!" Flint glared at the girl standing next to Draco, and he looked straight at Draco, "Why, the honorable Master Malfoy still needs a woman Heading up for you?"

Draco raised his eyes, his light gray pupils were as cold as a dim light.The green ripples outside the window are reflected on the white cheeks, showing a strange tranquility and mystery.

"I never guaranteed that I would win." He said lightly, "I don't think there is any point in gathering here now."

"Stop making excuses, Malfoy, are you afraid to act?" Before Flint could speak, Crabbe took the conversation and took a step forward.

"Oh, it's because you don't have ears." Draco glanced at him lightly, "I remember I said 'there is a good chance of winning', not 'certainly won'."

"You...! You are despicable!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Draco laughed, with a playful look on his face.He straightened up and shook his dark green overcoat, raised his slender chin, and his neck outlined a graceful arc, "This is a high compliment for a Slytherin."

"Malfoy, don't think you can fool around like this! After all, you are a bad Seeker, and you are all to blame for losing this match!" Crabbe's voice became more and more shrill, almost to the point of hoarseness, " I don’t think you have any need to stay in this team, so you should hurry up and give way!”

"What do you think? Do you think?" Draco caught the hole in his words immediately, "Did you forget what I said, who do you think you are? Can you represent the Slytherin team? Don't say You are not the captain anymore, you are not even a member of our team."

"Crabbe, I'm the captain." Flint was also a little displeased with Crabbe's several times of stealing words, but he didn't want Draco to continue to be so arrogant, "And Malfoy, don't be complacent. We I think you are very unqualified as a Seeker..."

"Since you say that, then you have found the right person to replace me?" Draco raised his eyebrows, he looked at Crabbe and sneered, "Could it be him? Merlin, forgive me To put it bluntly, don't use such a funny way to discredit Slytherin."

"Pfft." Meng Tai, the pursuer, couldn't help laughing.Crabbe was so angry that he was about to punch Draco, who raised his wand and pointed it directly between his eyebrows, his eyes were cold.

"Do you all agree to let this brainless guy kick me off and replace me as the Seeker?" Draco folded his hands and looked around, and the other team members avoided his eyes and looked away. "I warn you, don't ruin the future of the team for a small amount of money, you know the level gap between him and me. There is one more game, you don't want to lose to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, do you? "

"Who's to say we're going to lose to those two houses?" Crabbe argued bitterly.

"Don't use the word 'we', you are not a member of our team." Draco crossed him, and looked back at the players who bowed their heads and said nothing, "And if it's money, the Malfoy family will be afraid ?"

He paused, raised the corners of his lips, and was full of charm: "All fire crossbows_have enough arrows?"

"What?" Derek was the first to exclaim, and the others also reacted with surprise and ecstasy on their faces.

"Malfoy, you are despicable and shameless!"

"Malfoy, are you really going to provide each of us with Firebolts?" Flint couldn't believe it.

"When did I lie?"

"Malfoy, you can't do this!" Crabbe was about to pounce on him angrily again, but Draco didn't move, and the tall and strong Flint directly blocked him: "You don't get in the way! Hey, Malfoy, If you can provide us with Firebolt Arrows, we can talk about anything, and you can be the captain of me!"

What a joke, this is the fire crossbow_arrow of all staff!Where can Crabbe's petty money compare?Flint didn't mind Draco's status as a "traitor of Slytherin" at all. He was a man of his own accord, so he still couldn't tell which was better?

Draco looked at his excited team members with a slight smile, but his eyes were a little cold.He glanced at Crabbe. This man was no good at all, and he could never get up again with a little trick.Originally, he didn't bother to care about it, but it was annoying for him to challenge his bottom line again and again...

He looked at Flint again, his eyes scanning their faces one by one.It's just some boring chess pieces.He is both low-level and conceited, and still retains a stupid arrogance that does not match his own strength, living an awkward and ridiculous life.

In fact, he didn't need to spend so much money to buy a team, although it was nothing to the Malfoy family.He's going to be gone soon, out of here...but he can't disgrace the name Malfoy, not at all.And more than anything else, money is the fastest way to get results.

Everyone walked out of the classroom with joy on their faces.Draco and Pansy walked last, he suddenly stepped forward and dragged Crabbe, who was about to sneak away, back to the classroom, and Pansy quickly locked the classroom door.

"You...what do you want to do!" Crabbe looked at the boy in front of him in horror, trying to put on a confident look.

Draco put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at him all the time: "Crabbe, you can't always remember my words. I think it is necessary to impress you."

"what……"

"Do you remember what I said, let me see you in the future, and hit you once?" Draco pulled out his wand from his pocket, smiling wickedly.

"...You! You, you, don't come here! I...you do this...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

10 minute later.

A man and a woman came out of the classroom, and the girl took out a brass lock from nowhere and locked the door.

"Malfoy, it's not worth it at all! Why do you give them so many benefits?" Pansy finally couldn't help asking, with an aggrieved face.She didn't mention the one-sided beating just now, and she didn't seem to care at all about the bruised Crabbe locked in the door.

"It's okay." The boy said calmly.

"But...but you're leaving, aren't you?" Pansy bit her lower lip and said with some difficulty