[HP] This Evil

In today's charm class, Professor Flitwick taught everyone a new spell "orchid blooms". Orchideous.

"The movement should be gentle, use your wrist instead of your arm, and then gently swing it left and right twice. Be careful not to shout loudly when you chant the mantra. Be gentle. Your orchids will be different because of your personal differences. .” Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of books, repeatedly emphasizing to the students the key to the success of this spell.

"Orchideous" Catherine waved her wand left and right twice, while reciting a spell softly, a slender white orchid bloomed slowly at the tip of her wand.

"Look, Miss Catherine has succeeded." Professor Flitwick said happily, "One point for Slytherin, Miss Catherine, you are as talented as your sister, I remember when your sister learned this spell seven years ago. It succeeded, and what she conjured was a Wenshan red Zhulan, which is also white like your big Xuelan."

Immediately afterwards, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor also succeeded, and Professor Flitwick gave them a point.

In the past few months at Hogwarts, the things Catherine heard most about herself from the professors were about her sister Cecilia, and they were all praises.Even Professor Snape mentioned, "Miss Ferrara, if you have the same concept of time as your sister, you won't make such low-level Potter mistakes as being late. Of course, I don't expect you to A head with long hair but no brain can have such a thing." Catherine originally thought that Professor Snape would favor her because of her good potion results, but it turned out that she thought too much, and Snape Professor Nepe is only partial to Draco.

"What's the use of this spell?" Daphne imitated Professor Flitwick's movement just now and waved her wrist, and it succeeded after a few times.

"It's really useless for you girls, because you'll just have to wear your dresses and wait for the flowers. But for us, it's more useful. Isn't it, Draco?" Blaise raised an eyebrow and smiled After a moment, he bumped his shoulder to Draco on his left who was staring at his orchid in a daze.

"Catherine, see if our orchids are the same." Draco placed his orchid in front of Catherine who was sitting behind him.But before the latter could speak, they heard a "bang!"

Seamus Finnigan's spell in Gryffindor on the opposite side probably had something wrong again, puffs of black smoke came out from the tip of his wand, and the classroom smelled like battered spaghetti.

"You idiot," said Draco, covering his nose. "If you're hungry, go to the kitchen. But I think you'll get poisoned from the food you cook." He turned his head away, but forgot his orchid.

"Just a failed spell, Malfoy, you'd better be polite." Harry shot Draco a glare.

"Yeah, it's just a failed spell, a spell that couldn't be simpler anymore, a spell that even a fool can know." Draco sneered.Millicent gave him an unhappy look, because she didn't make it either, and neither did Goyle and Crabbe, but they were mostly used to being humiliated by Draco on a daily basis.

"Malfoy!" Harry was annoyed. He wanted to say something more, but he coughed on the fresh puff of smoke from Seamus' wand.

Professor Flitwick threw several Cleansing Charms into the air before the classroom returned to normal.

"You can innovate this spell in the fourth and fifth grades." Professor Flitwick continued to lecture, "Several students I have taught have innovated on it, such as Miss Cecilia Ferrara, who once There was a sunflower, and there was another student," Professor Flitwick paused, and he looked at Harry lovingly, "And there was a student who conjured a lily, a pure white lily, beautiful Fantastic." Harry's green eyes flickered a few times, and he gave a faint smile.

Draco didn't remember to take his orchids back until the end of get out of class, and Catherine conveniently put them in her textbook—they were two identical orchids.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the students in the lower grades have not yet learned the heat preservation spell, so they can only wear a few more layers of clothes, cover themselves tightly with hats and scarves, and drink an extra cup of hot water with sugar at breakfast. Tea.Unexpectedly, an owl came to deliver a letter to Catherine this morning. This was the first letter she had received since she entered school for three months.

Catherine:

Your father and I don't understand why you're in Slytherin, you can't cause trouble for your family.

Michaela Ferrara

The letter is very short, which is my mother's usual speaking style. She never wastes time on some meaningless things.She must have recently completed some research, so she had time to write.

"Fire" Catherine drew out her wand and lit the letter in her hand, "What are you doing?" Pansy was buttering a slice of toast when she was startled by the sudden flame on the dining table.

Catherine did not continue to stay in the auditorium, she felt a little irritated, especially after she knocked over a bowl of milk and cereal when she finished burning the letter and put away her wand, she had to clean up the table before leaving.

Maybe it was because the weather was too cold and it was still time for class. There was no one around the Black Lake. Catherine walked around the lake by herself, like a moving black dot. She had already guessed the reaction of her parents, but I don't know why when she actually read the letter, she still felt a little inexplicable emotion - a mixture of disappointment, anger, and confusion.

"Hey, the Quidditch match is about to start, don't you want to watch it?" A familiar voice sounded, it was Draco.Catherine hasn't had a good conversation with him recently, because after she came back from the library and told him that she was going to be locked up, instead of expressing the guilt caused by them, Draco jumped for joy and said Finally, you don't have to be locked up with a few Gryffindors.

"I don't want to go. What are you doing here?" Catherine said.

"I, I just saw you run out after lighting the fire in the Great Hall, and I was worried that you would burn Hogwarts down in a while." Draco said, he didn't wear a scarf or gloves.

"Then you can go to Durmstrang." Catherine remembered that Draco still hated the chocolate cake at Hogwarts not being sweet enough yesterday.

"Oh, yes, Durmstrang is a good school, but that doesn't mean I want to be caught in a fire at Hogwarts - don't you feel cold?" Draco asked suddenly.

"No, I'm not cold at all." Catherine didn't know why he asked so suddenly. Her scarf and cape were thick, but she was much warmer than the person who asked this question.

"But..." Draco frowned slightly - he always liked to frown - and then he walked up to Catherine, very close to her, and ran a hand through her hair.

Catherine instinctively tried to dodge, but was caught by Draco's other hand, "Hold on!" Draco said, and he grabbed a strand of long blonde hair from the top of her head and slowly stroked it down. He didn't stop until the end of his hair, a bun of white snowflakes lay in the palm of his hand. "Can't you really feel it? The snow is almost melting in your hair."

"I didn't notice." Catherine was a little embarrassed, not because of the snow, but because Draco was too close to her. She was rarely so close to people, including her parents and sister, and the closest distance between them was only the desk and across from the desk.

"I saw you burn the letter from the owl, did it come from your family? Did they criticize you?" Draco seemed to feel that they were getting closer, so he let go of his hand and backed away a few steps.

"Not really," Catherine said. As far as she could remember, her parents never criticized her and Cecilia. They didn't care if she taught herself the cleaning spell with the Elder Wand at home, or she accidentally set fire to the goblin nest when she was nine, and just sent a house-elf to solve the problem.No praise, no criticism.Occasionally, some conversations are just father's unquestionable orders, and mother's imperative sentences without emotion.Cecilia sometimes speaks a little more, but their age difference is too big, and Cecilia also worked very hard when she was studying, because she wanted to grow up as soon as possible and leave this cold home as soon as possible, so she was always very happy. Busy, she has spent Christmas at school since the second grade, and she just shut herself in the study during the summer vacation. The elf left her lunch and dinner at her door, knocked the door twice and left immediately.

"Your family seems to seldom write to you." Draco said, he was really a person who never considered other people's feelings.

"Yes, this is the first letter of this semester, and they are very busy." Catherine replied, probably the last letter of this semester, she did not say this. "They don't understand why I'm in Slytherin, it's something out of their control, and anything out of their control they'll question or be upset about," she added.

"You entered Slytherin, aren't they proud of you? But it doesn't matter, people in Slytherin are always excellent, and excellent people are always incomprehensible—you can pass astronomy, right?" If Without the last sentence, what Draco said just now can barely be regarded as a comfort. "Let's go, let's go to the Quidditch match. I brought you the panoramic binoculars. Crabbe has already helped us get a good position." He grabbed her sleeve, and the latter unexpectedly did not resist, and followed the front one step by step. The boy walked to the Quidditch pitch.

"Professor Snape is today's referee." Draco walked ahead and said, "The Gryffindors are all terrified." Then he turned around and smiled wickedly.

"Whoever is the referee, we will win." Catherine followed up from behind, walking side by side with Draco.

"Yes, we will always win."

But things backfired, Slytherin lost to Gryffindor after several years of winning streak, Harry Potter caught the golden snitch, everyone cheered except the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hulk The Chippaqi students shouted "Gryffindor, Gryffindor", Professor McGonagall smiled so much that there were more wrinkles on his face, and Professor Snape frowned, and there were more wrinkles on his face There are several.