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I froze for two seconds, obviously I let down my vigilance because the infiltration was too smooth before, I didn't know when he came in, and I didn't understand why he knew I was here - he had already gone to see the The Diqi game is over, why do you still come back?But it doesn't seem to be that important at the moment, my eyes flick to his robe pocket, I have to find a way to get my wand back.

"This is not a good idea." After he noticed my gaze, the sarcasm on his face became more obvious, "Don't you still think that you can snatch things from me with just strength? Although I don't mind if you Give it a try."

"I'm not stupid." I muttered, lowered my head to look at the big box and then raised my head to look at Draco, and straightened my neck and said, "I'm here to find my notes."

"Of course, other things are not worth your trouble." He still sat there leisurely, "but obviously you were caught by me before you found out where it was. Need me to remind you to break into the rest of other colleges How many school rules have you violated by entering other people's dormitories without permission?"

"It doesn't count, but I guess it's enough to keep me in detention until the end of term." I shrugged. "So you're sending me to Umbridge, Mr. Prefect?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Prefect?"

I coughed, it seemed stupid to provoke him without a wand.I have to find a way to divert his attention, and then find a chance to get the wand back - I shouldn't have a second chance to break in here after leaving today, so not only do I need to get the wand and escape, but I have to take the notebook.When I took away the big box just now, I took a look in the drawer. There seemed to be a photo album and some scattered small boxes underneath. It seemed that there was no room for another note, which meant that I was in the wrong place.

After figuring out what I was going to do, I calmed down, even though they were more hopeless than the other.Pretending to be interested, I took the big box to my lap and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

"As long as I want, I can never find you." He yawned, and leaned comfortably on the bedpost and said, "Is it difficult? When you were young, you hid in the secret compartment under the spiral staircase in my house. You found out, the invisibility cloak is not a safe thing, let alone what good things can Potter have?"

"I still don't understand." I spoke slowly as I tried to stand up, my wand half way out of his pocket.

"You have a...smell about you." He sat up straight, and I watched in dismay as my wand disappeared into his pocket again, but his words made me look down and smell my hair and clothes in bewilderment, as A witch who regards potion research as her future dream, my sense of smell has always been excellent - I can confirm that I don't have any special smell on my body, is it because the girls in the dormitory smell too strong these days?

There was loud talking and laughing outside, and I felt my back stiffen instantly. The sound was gradually approaching. It sounded like many people were going up the stairs.Just as I was grabbing the invisibility cloak beside me and trying to wrap myself up as quickly as possible, I was picked up from the ground by Draco and thrown into his tent, the next second the door of the dormitory opened. It was unscrewed, and the whole dormitory was instantly filled with low or rough laughter from boys.

Draco's curtains couldn't penetrate the light outside, and I adjusted to the sudden darkness for a while before I squeezed the two wands in my hand, and one was excitedly pointing at my wand because it was back in my hand again. The fingertips conveyed warmth, and the other one burst out a few small sparks between the rods because of my slight force to express my protest—I had been paying attention to his pockets just now, so when he picked me up, For a second I emptied it almost subconsciously.

"22 minutes?" I heard Draco laughing outside the curtain, "It seems that I haven't missed anything good!"

"You've missed so many good things," a male voice I was unfamiliar with replied cheerfully, "We can't sing, Weasley missed thirteen balls—"

"—fourteen, one of their batsmen slapped Johnson straight in the face, as if worried her mouth wasn't crooked enough, and another fell off the broom—"

"Gryffindors look like they have shit under their seats—"

"So what's the final score?" Draco's voice was excited. "We don't have to worry about Gryffindor anymore, do we?"

There was a short silence, and the male voice just now said: "They're not far behind, the girl from the Weasleys caught the Snitch."

"What? Just that Ginny Weasley?!"

"God knows how she caught it, when the Snitch was right under the Hufflepuff Seeker's nose - Hufflepuffs are a bunch of idiots."

"Good luck," said another voice. "She won't have such good luck twice in a row."

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow i forgot i forgot that the Weasley girl was pretty, you're famously picky."

"I also said that she smells like trash cans like her brothers." The previous voice replied coldly, "I'm not interested in touching dirty things, no matter how good-looking she is."

"What's the final score?" Draco's voice was obviously impatient.I carefully raised my head from the soft mattress, thinking whether my notebook might be under his quilt or under the pillow, but I was afraid of making a sound, even though the boys have been talking loudly and may not notice There are small voices here, but some people are actually very close to me, they seem to be talking around Draco's bed.

"240 to 230." The boy who spoke first replied, "This box looks familiar. What's in it?"

"Is it related to you?" Draco sounded like he didn't want to answer the question.

Blaise Zabini, who spoke before, answered: "Isn't this the shoe you wanted to give to that person at the Christmas ball before? You also asked Theodore and me if it would be suitable."

"Who is it?" asked a silly voice.

"Who else could it be?" a teasing voice answered, "It's not Pansy anyway."

"But Draco said he didn't like Alice Snape anymore." The goofy voice went on, "he said there were better women more worthy of him, didn't he, Draco? "

"What are you talking about Ginny Weasley?" Draco asked angrily, and I heard a drawer slam shut.

"Who asked the whole school to have only a few girls to watch?" said the boy who laughed strangely before, "Who knew there would be Ginny Weasley in Gryffindor without Potter... Can you think about it?" A way to make her never play Quidditch again?"

I heard malicious laughter from several people, and one person who seemed to have a ball in his mouth mumbled: "I don't mind if she smells like a trash can. I can plug my nostrils."

A group of people suddenly burst into laughter, I clenched my fist silently, I really wanted to see who these people were talking through the gap between the curtains, and remember their faces and make them look good.

"You're acting weird today." Zabini's voice cut through the disgusting laughter, "You're usually very active in saying this, Draco, what's the matter today?"

"I'm not feeling well," Draco replied, "or I'll be going to watch Quidditch with you - eh?"

"What's missing?" someone asked him.

"No." He replied irritably, "Leave me alone."

He lifted the curtains and climbed into bed. I had just finished groping around the mattress to the pillow, and was laying on my stomach ready to reach under the pillow, so that he held out a hand to me and motioned for me to return the wand. I was a little embarrassed when our eyes met, but I shook my head at him firmly, and said to him with my mouth: "Exchange it with a notebook."

Worried that he would snatch it, I ruthlessly held his wand with both hands and made a gesture of breaking it immediately if I dared to act rashly, hoping that even if the light in the curtain was not good, he could clearly see my determination to kill.Unexpectedly, he shrugged his shoulders, withdrew his hand and began to take off his coat, lay down beside me with my stunned expression, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and said triumphantly in my ear: "Anyway. It's not like I'm stuck here."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, as if he was going to catch up on sleep.

"Draco, aren't you going to the library?" The voices of joking outside gradually died down, and I heard the voice of packing things up, "I remember you said yesterday that your Potions homework hasn't been moved yet."

"Tomorrow is another day." Draco replied with his eyes closed, "I told Theodore, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then I'll save a place for you, the old place." The voice should be Theodore Nott, one of the few students my father has recognized.

"Well, thank you." In my impression, Draco rarely talked to people so politely.

Draco grabbed my wrist when I tried to reach under his pillow again, opened his eyes and looked at me for two seconds, and after confirming that everyone around him should be busy with their own affairs, he whispered: " Be quiet, I will take you out later."

"Stay with me for a while, and I'll let you take the notebook with you when you leave." He closed his eyes again, looking like he really wanted to fall asleep.

"You said on the Hogwarts Express that you would pay it back." I didn't believe his words, and whispered as quietly as possible: "More than a semester has passed and you still haven't paid it back to me."

He turned his face, and I realized that we haven't been so close for a long time, and we shouldn't be so close. When he was about to draw a safe distance back, he said slowly: "You also said that you will meet with me?" I'm spending Christmas at my house."

"When did I say that?" My eyes widened. "I never said that."

"Forget." He habitually reached out to pick a lock of my hair to wrap around his fingers, I slapped his hand away, and pulled all the hair behind him, he laughed, "I'm in a dream."

"Are you talking, Draco?" Goyle's sudden approach startled me.

"I'm reciting History of Magic, the names of the leading goblins in the Rebellion." Draco replied unhappily. "Leave me alone."

I didn't dare to make a sound anymore, listening to the occasional walking noise outside, I don't know how long I've been trapped here.The Quidditch match is over, and Harry and the others should be back in the Gryffindor common room, hoping they haven't had time to notice I'm missing, or think I've gone to the library.

Draco seemed to be really asleep, half of his face was buried in the mattress, only the index finger and middle finger of the hand that was holding me were still loosely on my wrist, and he broke free with a slight movement. He also only scratched in the void, without any other actions.I'm at a loss, the worst scenario in my plan is that I cast an Oblivion Curse on everyone here and leave a mess to escape, but I never thought about the possibility of being trapped in Draa so peacefully In Ke's curtain, surrounded by Slytherin boys walking around, his side was actually the only place that looked safer.

Draco opened his eyes only when the last person shuffled away grumbling about his hunger, and I was already bored with counting how many little silver stars were embroidered on the drapery with his wand.I'm still quite comfortable with his wand, though it seemed to resist me at first, but it's no longer spewing sparks.

"My notes." I turned my face to the other side as he sat up and put on his robes. "Where the hell are they?"

"Didn't you guess it?" He briefly fiddled with his sleepy hair, and straightened the shiny prefect badge on his chest.

While holding his wand tightly to express that I would be on guard against his tricks at any time, I lifted the pillow he just fell asleep on. I was worried about the summer vacation and now the notebook was lying there. I quickly took it over and flipped it over. There is no abnormality other than the traces of the folded pages.

On the way out of the Slytherin lounge, I didn't meet anyone. The footsteps of two people echoed in the cold and damp corridor, but the torch only reflected Draco's shadow on the stone wall with dripping water On the next day, I hugged the notebook I had so hard to get back, and I still held his wand in my hand.

"I owe you a favor." I finally returned to the ground of Hogwarts, found an empty corridor, I took off the invisibility cloak, and when I returned the wand to him, I thought for a while and said, "I will remember Yes, although nothing will happen if you return the note to me as agreed."

"Favours?" He sneered, "Has it been calculated so clearly? Shouldn't you also calculate the other things you owed me before?"

"Before?" I frowned, "I don't remember owing you anything else."

"You still owe me half a dance." He put his wand back in his pocket and reminded me slowly.

I froze for a moment, I didn't expect him to talk about this.

"You'll pay it back someday," he said as he turned away and walked down the marble steps. "I'm not in a hurry right now, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten, Liz."

I had no intention of having lunch, so I took a shortcut all the way back to the Gryffindor tower. On the way, I met Peeves happily hanging the completely dead mistletoe from nowhere on the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. , still humming the Christmas carols that he changed beyond recognition.The stairs creaked as usual and connected to different corridor landings at regular intervals, and I stood there waiting for a while, until Peeves decorated the chandelier that the elves had worked so hard to clean like a long-lost antique chandelier. On the rusty furniture in the house, a large bunch of withered yellow mistletoe was stuffed in each hollow pattern, and the berries on it were completely shriveled and lifeless, and the stairs finally turned to the corridor I needed.

Maybe other Gryffindors are not in the mood to eat. When I climbed into the portrait hole, many people were still sitting in armchairs with expressions of not wanting to wake up from the nightmare. Ron was like a withered Mibumi Like a treasure, he huddled in the corner, pinching a bottle of butter beer with only the bottom left.The atmosphere in the common room resembles a particularly bleak funeral—except for a little smile from Ginny, the man who gave Gryffindor hope for a turnaround.

"But I want to be a Chaser more." She tossed her fiery red hair and said to us, "I will fight for Harry when he returns to the team. Angelina and Alia will graduate next year. I think I will Goes well with Tallus."

"You have to be careful of those Slytherins these days." Thinking of the conversation I heard before, my stomach felt uncomfortable again, and I quickly reminded Ginny, "They are--they might think about how to keep you from playing. "

"Then let them try it." Ginny said disdainfully, "I just improved the Bat Essence Curse, I don't know who to practice it with."

Harry sat in the corner with Ron, Ginny said that Angelina still refused to let him leave the team (although everyone now feels that letting Ron continue playing is a cruel torture), Angelina insisted that Ron has potential , he just hasn't played out yet.

After I walked over, Ron seemed afraid that I would say something encouraging to him. He muttered that he wanted to go back and lie down for a while, and then left. After I sat down, I found Harry with the Marauder's Map on his lap. look at me.

"I'll think about doing something after you've been there a while longer." He sounded almost exactly like Mr. Potter and my dad when discussing the weather in London. "But it looks like I'm more worried."

I felt blood rushing directly to my entire face, and after a long silence, I explained feebly, "I'm just going to get my notes, I want to help Neville, he—"

"Then why didn't you tell me the truth?" he asked me bluntly, stuffing the Marauder's Map into his pocket. "Am I still untrustworthy to you, Alice?"

"No." I instinctively wished Hermione was with us now, but she wasn't in the lounge, and by the time I looked up Harry was up and gone, without even taking his Invisibility Cloak from me.

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