[HP] This Evil

Catherine still did not come home this Christmas. She sent a letter to her parents, telling them that she would spend Christmas at Hogwarts this year. The reply letter from the Ferrara couple was very simple, with only two words "yes" .Odd that Draco stayed this year too, but he didn't say why.The recent attacks have left the school very uneasy. Hogwarts students are roughly divided into two factions. One faction believes that Harry opened the Chamber of Secrets because he is a Parseltongue. The other faction believes that Draco is the heir , after all, he hated sorcerous wizards very much, and his whole family was Slytherin. The main reason was that he didn't go home this Christmas. Many people thought he was doing it to open the Chamber of Secrets again.

Early on Christmas morning, Catherine was woken up by Draco's knock on the door. He slammed on the girls' dormitory door ungentlemanly, startling the big octopus in the black lake.

"Please, Draco, it's only seven o'clock." Although Catherine had tidied herself up, she was still sleepy. She was going to sleep until noon like last year.

"Hurry up and open the presents, I have received your presents." Draco urged.This year, Catherine prepared twenty rolls of vellum for him. Compared with ordinary parchment, vellum is made of lamb skin, so it is smoother when writing, especially the snowy black antelope prepared by Catherine. Lambskin is the ultimate among vellum papers. It can only be bought at auctions. Most wizards buy it just for collection. The former minister of the German Ministry of Magic likes to use it to transcribe confidential documents.Although the [-] rolls of vellum were not many, they cost a total of [-] Galleons. When Cecilia's boyfriend Abrasha delivered them to Catherine, he was speechless. These girls from rich families are really crazy, and three hundred Galleons converted into pounds can almost buy a bachelor apartment." Abrasha is a wizard from a German Muggle family and graduated from Hogwarts Hufflepuff Qi Academy, two years older than Cecilia, this time the vellum was taken on behalf of Catherine.Of course, Cecilia didn't know that these expensive parchments were for Draco. She was deceived by her sister and thought it was a gift for Principal Dumbledore.

When Catherine came under the Christmas tree, she saw Draco's present at a glance. It was so conspicuous that Catherine bet that the diamonds in the gift box alone could pay Abrasha's salary for working in the hospital for a year.Inside the box is a thin emerald bracelet. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a moon embedded in the gemstone in the middle, and there are a few scattered stars around the moon. Nice curlicue name "Cynthia" - this is Catherine's middle name, which means moon goddess.

"How? Like it! I added that moon with magic myself." Draco stared at Catherine expectantly.

"They are as beautiful as Persephone's eyes (there is no evidence that Persephone's eyes are green, here is a private hypothesis), thank you, De Draco, I haven't seen such a style in London, is it from Italy?" Catherine put the bracelet on her left wrist, and stretched it out in front of Draco, "Does it look good?"

"Of course it looks good, I personally picked it in Florence during my summer vacation." Draco showed his usual smug expression again, but he looked much cuter than before.

Catherine continued to unwrap the remaining presents. It was almost the same as last year. Panxi and the others gave nothing more than handkerchiefs or jewelry from boutiques; Blaise’s boys had better taste this year; Cecilia still sent book, but this time it was a Muggle science book, written by a woman named Curie, Draco frowned indistinctly; Flint also sent a present, a thick Catherine flipped through a few pages of "Batter's Treasure Book", and found that it was teaching wizards how to cheat in the game without being caught or punished for fouling; sister Gemma's gift was a bit special, she sent a naive The stuffed bears, but Catherine stopped playing with them when she was very young.

After all the presents were unwrapped, Catherine searched carefully under the Christmas tree again, and found that there were no presents from her parents this year.

"Catherine, let's have a snowball fight after breakfast." Draco didn't notice Catherine's depression, but was still elated.

"Sounds good." Catherine nodded, took two pieces of red velvet cake from the table and gave them to Draco.

It was snowing again, and it seemed to snow every Christmas, because it was the Christmas holiday, most of the students had gone home, and there was only Catherine and Draco in the open snow.Draco was not a gentleman at all when he had a snowball fight. He used his height advantage to push Catherine onto the snow, then grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into the girl's neck, "Draco Malfoy!" Catherine screamed.

"You can't beat me, Cathy." Draco smiled smugly, and Catherine immediately seized the opportunity to trip him into the snow as well, and then retaliated by stuffing a snowball into Draco's neck.

"Merlin's beard, Cathy, you are so unladylike." Draco screamed this time.Occasionally, owls with messengers fly by in the sky. They purr and roll their eyes, wondering why it is so noisy here.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the whole of Hogwarts is covered in white. In addition to the aroma of roast chicken, the air is filled with the unique cold smell of snowflakes. Thick ice is formed on the Black Lake. A low-grade Gryffindor Duo tried to cut a hole in the ice for fishing, but he was spotted by Filch just as he took out the ice pick.

It wasn't until almost noon, when Catherine and Draco were exhausted, that they shook hands and ended the Snowflake War. "We'll be able to go to Hogsmeade next year," Draco said with undiminished interest. "I heard that the snow scene there is also good. We can also go and order two butterbeers."

On the way back to the lounge they ran into Goyle and Crabbe who had just slipped out of the kitchen, and Goyle had glasses that didn't suit him at all.

"What are you doing with those ugly glasses?" Draco asked Goyle in disgust.

"Look, read a book." Goyle explained, Catherine's jaw almost dropped, she had the impression that Goyle didn't even know where the door of the library was.

"I didn't know you could read," Draco said, and he swaggered on to the lounge, Goyle and Crabbe following him as usual.

"I have something to show you." After returning to the lounge, Draco leaned back on the sofa, took out a newspaper and handed it to Goyle and the others. The newspaper contained some information about the Weasley family's Muggle car News, Catherine was sitting by the fireplace, and the Slytherin lounge was always colder than usual on snowy days.

"Look at the behavior of the Weasleys, you really can't tell they're purebred wizards," Draco said contemptuously.

Crabbe twisted suddenly, as if he was about to get up and punch Draco.

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe." Draco was not happy, because Crabbe had never shown that expression in front of him.

"Stomach hurts," Crabbe said, regaining his composure, clutching his belly.

Draco ignored him and continued his topic, "I didn't expect that no one reported this attack. It must be that Dumbledore wanted to hide it, otherwise he would be fired for dereliction of duty, this old lunatic Should have been fired a long time ago, he's just the worst guy."

"You nonsense." Goyle stood up suddenly. He and Crabbe were very strange today. Catherine felt a little warmer, so she left the fireplace and poured orange juice on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"What are you talking about? Is there anyone worse than Dumbledore?" Draco's expression became fierce, completely different from when he was under the Christmas tree.

"Ha...Harry Potter." Goyle reluctantly said a name.

"Well said, Goyle." Draco suddenly became happy, he nodded in satisfaction, and then said through gritted teeth, "Saint Potter, being friends with a mudblood, it's so funny that someone thinks he's the heir of Slytherin Isn't it?"

Goyle and Crabbe laughed in unison, and then Goyle asked a question he had asked several times, "So you must know something about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"I've told you many times, I don't know, but if I am the heir, I must deal with that Mudblood Granger first." Draco explained impatiently.

Crabbe clutched his stomach and let out another strange groan.

"During Quidditch training a few days ago, I heard Duke mention a little about petrification," Catherine interjected, "He said that in Greek mythology, there was a Gorgon, whoever looked into her eyes would be petrified." .”

"Then I hope this banshee can drive out all the Mudbloods." Draco became fierce again.

Crabbe and Goyle squirmed on the couch, trying to keep things under control.Then Crabbe's expression suddenly twisted uncontrollably. Goyle showed a horrified expression when he saw it, and then they looked at each other and ran out. "What are you doing?" Draco asked.

"Stomach hurts, go get some medicine," Crabbe yelled, and rushed out of the lounge before his voice fell.

"Draco, can you stop saying that word, it's so ungentlemanly." Catherine waited until the door of the lounge was completely closed before speaking.

"Which word?" Draco asked.

"Of course it's... Mudblood." Catherine sighed helplessly, "This word is too ugly, it's not something a gentleman should say."

"Some people don't deserve me to be a gentleman," Draco said, eyes contemptuous.

"But you didn't know how to say that word last year." Catherine wanted to try harder.

"That was last year." Draco was unmoved.

Catherine frowned, and had no choice but to give up. She drank another cup of hot orange juice, cut a piece of chocolate cake for lunch, and then decided to go back to the dormitory to make up for the lack of sleep in the morning.

And warned Draco not to disturb her.