[hp] stay out of it

This semester has begun, and what bothers me a bit is that the professors looked at me a bit complicated at first glance, and then they all adjusted quickly and taught us equally.

I was a little baffled, first Professor Flitwick came over during the summer vacation and dragged me to White's house on Fran Street, and then this.What did I do in the past two years to find out?Since Dan Qi had reminded me before, the first thing I remembered was that I violated the school rules no less than a hundred times and wandered around the castle in the middle of the night.However, this speculation was quickly rejected.It's like this. In the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, when Professor Lupine called people by name, chanted Vincent White, and turned his eyes when the answer sounded, his expression was a bit tangled.

There are many kinds of tangled expressions. I don’t know when my roommate ate all the biscuits. I ate my roommate’s biscuits and found out that the filling was mustard. I ate my roommate’s biscuits and found out that they were left by his grandmother. The entanglement of being the only souvenir, etc... Ahem, the point is not the roommate and the biscuit, but the point is that there are many kinds of tangles, and I am not good at distinguishing these tangles.

Not long after, I learned from Malfoy where the weird attitude of the teachers towards me came from, and I vaguely understood that Professor Lupine's entanglement probably lies in that after he saw me, he inevitably thought of one of his roommates, and that The roommate - as everyone firmly believes - threw the biscuit given to him by the other three on the ground and crushed it with his feet - is it not good for me to use the biscuit as a metaphor for trust and loyalty between friends?

Anyway, Professor Lupine got distracted twice during his first lecture with us, but fortunately, he adjusted quickly.

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Since the events of "The Dark Arts in the 16th Century" - which is the only conversation I have with Malfoy (not counting the meeting in the middle of the night) - I haven't had much interaction with him.I've always been too lazy to talk to others, Ravenclaw's classmates don't communicate much with me, let alone the little blond leader Slytherin.

But... what is he doing?

On an ordinary evening, with a provocative smile of "I know what you don't know", Malfoy, a pampered guy, blocked my stare at the night... And, how did he find the observatory?Could it be that my whereabouts, which I thought to be rather reclusive, have become common knowledge?

Lying on the cold floor, I turned my gaze to the part of the sky that wasn't blocked by Draco Malfoy's head.

Malfoy would not give up his chance to show off because of my ignorance, he started the conversation with his usual smug tone: "It feels good to be treated differently by the professors these days, White? It's not in vain at all. White, dark White..."

In front of your extremely pale face, no one would be ashamed to say that they are white.

Malfoy, seeing that I was unaware of what seemed to him to be an ingenious hint, went on ostentatiously: "I didn't tell anyone—neither Crabbe nor Goyle... you have to thank me. But although the professors Don’t say anything, once the school board knows about this, don’t say that you will be treated differently by the professors if you stay in the school, your next stop will most likely be Azkaban.”

Self righteous little boy...

I looked away from the night, looked at his blond hair, light brown eyes, and pale face, thinking about beating him up without leaving a trace—I hate people who talk a lot.But now, I'm too lazy to move, so I just close my eyes and keep Malfoy out.

"Okay, okay. It's a good thing I kept it a secret for you after I found out." Malfoy could easily feel offended and angry.

Apparently you came to me to show off after you found something, not even Crabbe and Goyle.

"Vincent Black, I'm going to tell my dad that there is a fugitive's son lurking in our school. You just wait for the dementor's kiss!" Malfoy pointed at me, turned his head and walked away with a flick of his sleeve.

Sue parents? ...this is your worst trick yet... Really, kid...

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No, what did you call me just now?