if i am not me

Draco looked at the two men in front of him, trying to shift his perspective, pretending that he didn't see the undercurrent between them.Snape's softness just now disappeared without a trace after Sirius uttered his voice. At this time, the head of Slytherin put on the usual gloomy smile again, looking coldly at the He said to the uninvited man, proudly, "That's a matter of course, Blake."

Sirius didn't seem to care about Snape's mocking attitude, he still kept the warm smile on his face, and said in a very sure tone, "I know." After finishing speaking, he looked at the The platinum-haired boy, Snape's favorite student, "You go to Madam Pomfrey's to rest for a while, although you don't seem to need treatment, but the score will take some time."

Hearing these words, Draco exhaled as if he had received an amnesty, and after a hasty salute, he left the arena and walked towards another tent specially opened for the warriors.

Madam Pomfrey stood outside the tent, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she looked worried. Her tense expression eased a little when she saw Draco walking over.Pulling over Drake, she started pointing at him with her wand after dragging him into the tent, "Dragon! What are they thinking! As if there wasn't enough stuff... Fortunately, boy, do it good!"

After confirming that Drake was intact, Madam Pomfrey let go of her big palm that had been holding her tightly, and turned to walk behind a piece of canvas, and only then did he have a chance to take a good look at this place.The tent was divided into two rooms by the canvas. Krum was sitting not far behind him. It seemed that there was no other damage except for the messy clothes. On the other side of the canvas, at this moment, Pomfrey Madam's dissatisfied murmurs and Furong's indistinct gasp, it seemed that the girl was seriously injured.

Suddenly, the curtain at the entrance of the tent was lifted, and four people walked in.After seeing who was coming, Draco smiled sincerely.

"Good job." Hugging Draco tightly, Harry, who rushed in first, had an extremely bright smile on his face.Feeling that the person in his arms was fine, Harry's heart, which had been well hidden all this time, finally fell back to its original position from its hanging position - although he knew that this task was safe for Draco , but inevitably, he still feels worried.

Seeing the two of them like this, Ron and Neville showed teasing smiles, but the teasing was quickly replaced by a smirk, and the two just kept patting Draco on the shoulder and said, "It's a shame you figured it out." , tsk tsk...such a method!"

On the way here, Hermione has already explained to them the actions of Drake that confuse them: first use the snake to lower the dragon's vigilance, and at the same time transform a small snake into a golden egg, then shrink the real golden egg and take it away , not only successfully got the golden egg, but also won't anger the dragon.It seems simple, but how many people can cast all the spells so perfectly and ensure that they can work?So at this time, apart from being excited and joyful that Drake completed the task, they also really began to admire this friend who always laughed and played with them.

Hermione looked at the four boys who were making a mess in front of her with a funny face, and suddenly felt a gaze focused on them, extremely fierce.Following the feeling, Hermione's brown eyes met a pair of familiar eagle-like eyes.

Slightly startled by the too sharp eyes, Hermione hurriedly concealed her surprise, curled up her mouth and smiled at the owner of those eyes, then naturally turned her gaze back.

"Next, we invite our three warriors to enter!" Suddenly, Bagman's voice sounded, and the judges were about to start to score points.

Krum stood up first and walked out without looking at them again.After hearing the sound, Fu Rong hurriedly tidied her hair and came out from behind the canvas, smiled at them politely and walked out of the field-after the game, the most exciting thing is the results of the warriors.

"You go too! Don't make everyone wait too long." With a playful smile, they took Drake's hand, and Harry and the others walked towards the arena together.At this time, the Hungarian Horntail had been taken away from the arena, and the place where the dragon was originally placed became a large platform. On the stage was a long table covered with exquisite tablecloths, and five judges were sitting on it with different expressions. At the table, raised the magic wand in his hand to score the warriors.

Krum and Fleur's scores were out when Drake arrived, right up to his.

The first judge was Mrs. Maxime. She raised her wand, and a silver smoke shot out from the tip of the wand, forming a "9".

Next came Mr. Crouch, still looking serious, and gave Drake 7 points.At this time, some voices of dissatisfaction came from the crowd, but the scoring continued.

Then there was Dumbledore, who chuckled, and a big "9" got the crowd cheering again.

Bagmon was not in a hurry to score. After reading the scores of the first three judges, he blinked at the crowd and gave the score slowly, "9"!

"awesome!"

In the end was Karkaroff. He didn't give the score right away, but raised his goatee. After the old man looked at Drake with complicated eyes, he gave a "5" after careful consideration!

"How could he do this!" Seeing the low score, Ron froze for a moment, "He gave Krum 10 points just now, and that golden egg was obviously broken!"

As if he had expected this situation, Draco smiled indifferently, and turned to comfort Ron, "Forget it, it's okay. It's just one point less than him."

"But you should be number one..." Ron was still muttering in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that this would not change the situation, so he could only give Dumbledore another stern look and a false smile Karkaroff.

Neville and Hermione, who were equally angry, couldn't say anything more when they saw this. Following the three people in front, Hermione glanced disdainfully at the disgusting old man with the goatee, but happened to meet the man who was being pulled by Kakarov. looking at the gloomy and uncertain gaze of Krum who was speaking.The difference was that Hermione was not as indifferent as before. She glanced coldly at Krum, and Hermione proudly turned around and caught up with her friend who was walking in front.

"Wait, Mister Malfoy."

Just as they were about to leave the arena, an extremely familiar voice stopped them.Bagman came to them, looked at Drake with a smile, and said kindly, "You still need to go back to the tent, there is something to announce, about the next match!"

Nodding in understanding, Draco shook his hand at the four of them and followed Bagman and left, while the remaining four consciously walked towards the Slytherin common room.

The way back to the castle was as crowded as when they came, but their mood had completely changed from when they came. Harry paid attention to the reactions of the people around him, and his steps became more and more brisk.At this moment, a touch of platinum flashed into his eyes, it was Drake's father, Lucius.

On the lawn not far away, Lucius Malfoy was talking to an official of the Ministry of Magic. His gaze was politely placed on the official in front of him, so he didn't notice how many pairs of eyes in the crowd were looking at him.

Harry rolled his eyes slowly, showed a sly smile at Ron next to him, and said firmly, "It seems that the boy's return to the common room will be delayed a little later..."

Ron also had malicious intentions on his face, and said with a smile, "This is enough, I'm still thinking about how to hold him back." Hearing this, Neville's usually simple and honest face was rare. He only showed his expression when there was a hint of mischief. Obviously, he was also full of expectations for Harry and their plans.

With a helpless smile, Hermione looked at the three happily conspiring together, knowing that tonight's banquet would be very lively.

At the beginning of December, the cold wind of early winter swept through every corner of Hogwarts. Everyone put on their thick cloaks, and scarves, hats and other items became popular.

Stuffing the scarves Hermione wove for them into their schoolbags, Harry and Draco sat obediently in their seats, waiting for their Potions teacher.Ron was already used to Neville's destructive power, and as always, he prayed that Snape would give them a theory class today, and by the way, skillfully took advantage of the time before the professor arrived to take as many security measures as possible to ensure that he and " The Crucible Killer who survived "the insured life safety during possible manipulations.

Without keeping them waiting, Snape walked in quickly and strode towards the podium to start their lesson.

In the usual sarcasm and roar, Neville waited bitterly for the end of get out of class. For him, Potions class was always a disaster.Of course, in Snape's view, Neville's existence itself was a disaster for the potions classroom.Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the one who looked forward to it found that Snape, who was supposed to announce the end of get out of class, didn't give them any instructions, but asked them to be quiet.

"There is one thing to announce before you leave." Snape's cold voice echoed in the classroom as he tapped his fingers on the tabletop of the podium impatiently. "There will be a Yule Ball in the Christmas school - this is an integral part of the Triwizard Tournament, I believe most of you here know." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the students from pure-blood families in the classroom.

"The prom is only open to students above the fourth grade. Of course, you can choose students from the lower grades as your dance partners. If you like—"

Snape's voice can be said to be extremely flat, but his formulaic tone can't suppress the excitement of the students. As soon as he finished speaking, several girls in the classroom blushed happily. There were no cheers from Nepe's class.

"Remember, participants must be in formal attire." Continuing to ignore the excited expressions of the students, Snape's expression did not change at all, "The dance will start at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas. That's it, get out of class is over." After finishing speaking, he waved He waved his hand, indicating that the students could leave the classroom.

As soon as he finished speaking, the students who had already packed their schoolbags rushed out of the classroom impatiently, and several of them even howled happily a few times. It can be seen that the Christmas Ball is indeed a tradition that can make everyone happy.But because of this, many people did not hear his last words.

"Malfoy, you stay here."

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