[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sewell's eyeballs were about to pop out, he never thought Draco Malfoy would say that word to Harry Potter.

Harry didn't look surprised, he looked much better now, the fatigue on his body just now had disappeared completely, he tried to show a friendly smile to Draco: "Sevier is right, in fact we don't meeting--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Draco interrupted with his trademark sneer—

"We are Slytherins who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages." The platinum nobleman said unquestionably, with a hint of sarcasm on his handsome face: "It is always Gryffindor who goes forward bravely."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Harry a chance to speak, nodded slightly, showing a smirk: "Farewell."

After Draco left, Hermione also regained her composure. She took out her handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face, and gave Harry an encouraging smile: "We will win, Harry, now I believe you have more Information is to be shared with us."

Harry nodded. He was encouraged by Sewell's words just now, and now he was infected by Hermione's smile. His heart that had been gray since last night became brighter——

That bastard Malfoy was right.

We are Gryffindors marching forward.

Harry felt that he was full of courage. He first talked about the memory that Dumbledore showed him last night-the knowledge about Horcruxes that Voldemort got when he was a student, and then he talked about that Hufflepuff.

"You mean, the Horcrux this time was a coincidence?" Ron sat cross-legged on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Well, after the Battle of the Ministry of Magic last semester, after Sirius returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, he ordered Klicher to stay in a room and not allow anyone to leave the room." Harry saw Herr With an unbearable expression on Min's face, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and said sharply: "Hermione, don't tell me you're still pitying him, Sirius almost died because of Kerry!"

Hermione brushed her thick hair impatiently: "I didn't say it! Harry, keep talking!"

"After Kerry lost his freedom, he couldn't pick up the things Sirius threw out, and then during the holidays, Sirius threw away all the things that he didn't like before, and that Horcrux was one of them. "

"Wait, wait, Harry." Ron interrupted Harry stammeringly, his face flushed red: "You mean the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix has always had a piece of Voldemort's soul?"

"That's what it means." Harry also found it funny: "Why is it there, Dumbledore said that it still needs to be investigated."

He turned his head and saw Sewell with a melancholy face, and stretched out his hand to comfort him and patted him on the shoulder: "I think you are right, we, Professor Dumbledore, will not give the Horcrux a chance to become Voldemort. 0 And there will be no more wars, and we will finally win in peace."

"I have no doubts about that," Sewell replied, with an undiminished look on his face. "I'm just thinking about what Draco said about avoiding disadvantages—how is he going to avoid them?"

"Will he take me with him when he avoids it?"

……

Will it?

Sewell thought he was going crazy.

After that day, no matter what he said about Drake, the platinum nobleman who was three years older than him would reply with a lazy smile, and then dismiss him casually——

"You think too much." Drake dismissed Sewell perfunctorily again.

Sewell, who followed people to the Slytherin common room, was flushed with anger, and he pointed at the mountains of letters around Draco with a trembling finger: "I think too much?"

"Think too much."

The little Gryffindor was stimulated by the short and merciless answer, he gave a vicious look, and looked at the half-smile expressions of the people around him from the corner of his eye, feeling that he couldn't stay any longer, turned around and left aggressively, the back view There was a bit of Professor Snape's imposing manner abruptly.

There was a roar of laughter in the Slytherin common room

"I said Draco, you don't really intend to let him find out that day, do you?" Bristol said with a smile on his chin.

The platinum aristocrat, who was too busy and lost a lot of weight, glanced at him impatiently, muttered something, and buried his head in the piles of letters again.

Bryce held up his hands and said of course I wouldn't, and Pansy giggled and poured Draco a glass of pumpkin juice.

Sewell walked back to the Gryffindor tower aggressively, with a sullen face along the way, making the Gryffindor juniors who wanted to come over involuntarily stand aside.

Sewell's anger lasted until he returned to the Gryffindor lounge, he rushed in front of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, sat on the sofa with his ass |||| complained about Draco's attitude.

The more I talked, the more wronged I became, and finally my eyes turned red, and my mouth couldn't help but hold back.

"Merlin!" Harry's eyes widened. He frantically took out an ice cream ball from his pocket and stuffed it into Sewell's mouth, comforting him, "It's just a little thing!" He looked at Draco in the same color , but the water in the rounder eyes is rippling, and I feel apologetic at the same time, and I feel a little funny at the same time...

Sewell sniffled, he was a bit machismo, and he absolutely refused to admit that he was crying, so he stopped moaning and quibbling: "I didn't cry."

Hermione pushed away the schadenfreude Harry, wiped Sewell's eyes with a handkerchief, and searched for words to comfort him awkwardly: "Don't care - don't you think that bastard Malfoy has always been this bad?"

Sewell hummed dejectedly, and sucked hard ||||| Sucked the ice pop Harry gave him, and it was amused to be lifted a few feet by the ball, and then he remembered Draco pursed his lips again.

"Draco must be plotting something, to avoid harm..." He muttered to himself, a trace of panic flashed across his face: "I feel like I'm going to be left behind."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, Hermione winked at Harry, Harry moved his butt a little uneasy|||||, the former gave Harry a stern look again, the savior finally made up his mind , approached Sewell and said, "Isn't it good to stay?"

Not bad, or quite good, Sewell thought gloomily: He is willing, even looking forward to fighting Voldemort here, but that doesn't mean he's willing to part ways with the Malfoys.

Harry licked||||| licked his dry lips, and said cautiously, "You're a Gryffindor, you'd be better suited here, wouldn't you?"

"Boom!"

Sewell stood up suddenly, the chair was knocked over and made a loud noise, he stared at Harry condescendingly: "What do you mean by staying here? Do you know what Draco is going to do?"

"Uh--"

"You know but keep it from me? I thought we were friends? But you see me chasing after him like an idiot?"

Harry tilted his head to avoid Sewell's gaze: "I think...it's better to respect Malfoy's decision."

Sewell felt a wave of anger rushing into his head, his heart was beating crazily, as if it was about to explode, and now his ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Nobody tell me—thought Sewell angrily—

Draco avoided him, Lucius and Narcissa told him not to worry - everyone was saying everything was fine - like he couldn't see the disturbed faces of the Slytherins, couldn't see Professor Snape's dead water Generally, the eyes of despair do.

That's right, what does it have to do with me? I'm just a first-year freshman, an adopted son.

His mouth was dry, and his internal organs were all mixed together. This feeling even made him lose control of his body for a few seconds - before he could react, he kicked the small table in front of several people away.

The loud noise attracted the attention of everyone else, and the common room fell silent.

Hermione covered her mouth and looked at Seville in panic, Harry comforted with a hoarse voice: "Don't do this, Seville, don't do this."

The fire was crackling, and Sewell's eyes turned from the circle of stunned people around him, and he heard himself say in a flat voice: "I-I'm going back."

He shook off Ron and Harry's grip on his arm, took his schoolbag, and walked towards his dormitory.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he turned around suddenly, walked back with a straight face, waved his magic wand to restore the small table he kicked over to its original shape, then turned around, and climbed up the stairs with a more aggressive posture.

The Gryffindors were left looking at each other.