[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sewell said sincerely that tonight was definitely the worst night since he crossed.

In the common room, Harry sat next to him with a two-way mirror, and Sirius Black inside kept chattering that Lucius would adopt Sewell tomorrow after he was delisted. In his opinion, Sewell It seems that Will was severed by Lucius as a fact, and he even started to plan for future vacations? !

And what's even more tragic is that Sewell also firmly believes in this.

Even though on the eve of sorting, Drake said that he was family anyway, but since he was sorted into Gryffindor, Drake didn't even look at him during the whole dinner!

The whole dinner party!Not even a glance!

Sewell thought angrily, deflated again—maybe when Draco was talking, he thought I was going to be a Hufflepuff?Or Ravenclaw?Not Gryffindor anyway—!

Draco must be pissed.He thought dejectedly.

He really didn't want to hear about Sirius' Christmas outing plans, so he said good night to Harry and Sirius, and returned to his dormitory.

The bed in the Gryffindor tower was very soft, but this did not bring comfort to Sewell at all. He buried his head in the quilt, and recalled his roommate's reaction when he saw him, and his mood was even worse——

—that Ceci Obadiah, the Turkish-born wizard, looked at me like I could eat people!

—and that Gino Timothy, with the blonde hair, how dare he come up to me and ask Malfoy if he's a Death Eater? !

——Edwin Keats, do you think you don't know what you're thinking if you don't speak?Why not simply ask me why I perjured myself!

But why don't you ask Dumbledore - Sewell thought angrily - he testified too, didn't he? !

The only one who was kinder was an American wizard named Stanley Becky. After chatting with Sewell for a while, his hometown Seville suddenly remembered that he should write a letter to Lucius and Narcissa, but he really couldn’t muster up the courage Narrating his own branch: "Draco must have written it—and sued me severely." Sewell suddenly felt very tired, so he lifted his head from the quilt, ready to change into pajamas, wash and sleep, suddenly A strong stench rushed into his nose.

He looked around and easily found the source of the stench - in his roommate's shoe - the only friendly American wizard was holding the shoe and smirking at him.

"It's too bad—!" Sewell buried himself in the quilt again, crying without tears.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin cellar.

The senior Slytherin was writing to his father, reporting everything about the day—

"Everything is as you expected, father. My dear brother," wrote here, he smiled mockingly, and then continued with ink on his quill: "Sure enough, he went into Gryffindor, and I have to say he looked very disturbed. , as if you are going to be thrown out of the gate of Malfoy Manor in the next second—but I regret to say that I believe that there is no better place for him than Gryffindor monsters." Drake stopped writing, and The two strands of pale golden hair that fell on his forehead brushed back where they should be, and then he looked around at the scattered Slytherins in the common room, pursed his lips, and continued to write: " Something is worse than we thought...Maybe it's time for our holiday plan to go into action..."

The next morning, Sewell was sitting at the long table in Gryffindor, with two thick and scary dark circles under his eyes, and there seemed to be a black air around him, telling others-don't bother strangers.

"Poor little Gryffindor." Blaise Zabini said with a smile, "Need me to comfort him? Draco" Blaise was a tall boy with high cheekbones and dark skin , and narrow, slightly slanted brown eyes, he inherited his good looks from his mother, along with a natural flair.

Draco ate the pudding from his plate, and without looking up, he warned his friend, "Don't touch him—I warn you."

On the long table in Gryffindor, Hermione Granger rudely stuffed a piece of apple pie under Seville's nose: "You should like to eat this." She said cheerfully: "I think you should save your strength, In this way, when the roaring letter arrives from Mr. Malfoy - you can listen to it without being unconscious."

Sewell expressed his gratitude feebly: "To be honest, I don't think Dad will send a Howler letter, it's too embarrassing—" He swallowed the words before he finished speaking, and stared at the iconic Malfoy that flew into the auditorium. Golden eagle--

A pink envelope was tied to her foot.

"Oh no..." He threw away the fork, unable to hide his face.

The golden eagle held the letter's paw up in front of him - a place to make sure it wouldn't go unnoticed.Then he stretched out his wings and patted his head with a comforting look.

Being comforted by a flat-haired animal didn't make Sewell feel better. He took a deep breath, took the roaring letter off the golden eagle's lap, and opened it in one go. He noticed the silence in the auditorium in despair. .

Amplified by magic, Lucius Malfoy's characteristic aria sounded, and there was only one sentence——

"Malfoy values ​​his family, no matter what, you are my son."

The loud voice broke into every corner of the auditorium, sweeping away all doubts, and made those who were waiting to see the joke look at each other.

At this moment, whether it is the teacher's seat or the student's long table, the expression is nothing but stunned.

Except for the Slytherin table.

Draco put down the tableware in his hand, straightened his tie, and stood up.

His actions attracted everyone's attention. Under these complicated gazes, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smirk: "That's what happened." He said.

Then he turned and left the auditorium without any hesitation, and there was a loud commotion behind him, whether it was the Slytherins who had finished eating or not, they all stood up and followed closely behind Draco and left together.

Among them, Pan Xi was still tugging at her skirt, curtseying gracefully to Sewell.

Everyone was still immersed in shock—I don't know if it was Malfoy's shouting letter, or Slytherin's unity—in short, their faces were still blank, and Harry suddenly shouted: "Get out of my arms! Seville! You wet my clothes!"

"……I do not have!"

In the afternoon, Sewell was on his way to study herbal medicine, and he saw the platinum young master who was passing by the stars and the moon——

"Draco!" He swung his schoolbag over his back and jumped on it.

"What?" Draco asked lazily, poking his brother away with his wand.

Sewell twisted shyly, and asked starry eyes: "Can I go to your room to sleep together?"

Draco asked back with a look of surprise: "What gave you the illusion that I would allow a Gryffindor to enter my room?" He snorted with his nose and drew his tone: "Don't even think about it, now ,I'm going for my class."

Sewell pursed his lips, and held on to his robe.

"Let go" Draco poked Seville with his wand again: "My robe is going to be ripped off by you."

The wizard doesn't have pants, and Draco's exquisite robes are underpants - thinking of this, Sewell silently increased the strength of his hands.

"Try to relax." Draco tapped Sewell's hand, and under Seville's unbelievable gaze of "you cast a spell on me", he raised his jaw and said with his nostrils impatiently: "If The little Gryffindor is all right, and now I'm going to class."

"Yes—!" Sewell quickly grabbed Draco's hand, and he found that they had attracted the attention of many people, especially the Slytherins who followed Draco.He glanced at the fifth grade Slytherin who was [-] centimeters taller than him, and said a little embarrassedly, "Squat down a little."

Draco snorted, expressing that he was not used to whispering games in public, and after Sewell persistently grabbed his hand repeatedly, he waved his wand and cast a listening spell: "Speak," Draco said grimly, "If you let me find out that you're wasting my time—" He had a threatening look on his face.

"Very important thing—" Sewell said with a sad face: "My roommate's feet are too smelly."

"..."

Draco's incredulous growl would still ring in Sewell's ears until the evening—

"You just for this! Wasting me so long?!"

"He must not love me anymore!" Sewell and Harry complained in the common room at night, "Because I'm in Gryffindor!"

Harry lifted his head from his giant paper and said thoughtfully, "I don't think he's ever—" He struggled to utter the word: "loved you"

Sewell feigned a loud sob in protest.

Two sounds of "Da Da——" suddenly sounded, Sewell looked in the direction of the sound, and found that it was his Baifeng knocking on the window, so he quickly opened the window and let it in.

Baifeng let out a cry as if complaining, and slapped Sewell a few times with his wings.

"Damn——" Sewell touched his face, then looked at his hands, and said with a look of disgust, "Bird's fluff."

Bai Feng let out a long cry angrily, and slapped his master's face even more vigorously—"Oh, don't do this," Sewell hurriedly begged for mercy, and Bai Feng, who finally calmed down, stopped on his arm and lifted his face in displeasure. Raised a paw - a small package was tied to it.

"I knew %... that bad thing Draco..." Sewell muttered, he never thought of using a sea dongqing as a delivery bird, but Draco would force Baifeng to deliver it from time to time. Something—it made Baifeng furious, and then Sewell was out of luck.

"Let me see what this is," Sewell grinned grinningly - Hai Dongqing's claws pierced through his robe again, leaving a few cuts on his arm, which hurt like hell: "A bottle Perfume?" He looked at the small bottle, and there was a note next to it, with a word written in Latin on it, and lines beside it indicated where the stress was and where it was elongated.

"per...fu...ming?" He tentatively read out, and a sweet peach blossom fragrance sprayed out from his wand, instantly covering up the original messy smell in the Gryffindor public rest, haha Leigh raised his head from the paper again and sniffed: "It smells so good." The savior of Gryffindor took a deep breath intoxicated, then glanced at Sewell, and shouted with a look of astonishment on his face: "You Why are you crying again?"

"I don't……!"