[HP] Lost and Returning

While Salazar was thinking about how to avoid Potions class, Lucius was also thinking about this problem. For this reason, he didn't sleep well all night. Fu is more anxious, or simply send a letter asking Severus to resign from his job as Potions professor?This is also very difficult. A good friend is not someone who can be easily persuaded with a few words.

Salazar got up on time the next morning and went to the hall for breakfast. He took the ferret with him. He already knew the school's schedule, so he wouldn't sleep in and miss classes. He had no intention of setting himself apart.The injury on his arm was no longer so painful. He cut the steak gracefully, and brought a plate of sliced ​​chicken steak to the ferret. Lucius ate it flattered, but his eyes turned to the professor's chair from time to time, looking at the chair sitting on the chair. The black-robed professor in the corner, he hasn't thought of a perfect solution yet.Suddenly, he found that Professor Wilson was staring at him, so Lucius immediately lowered his head and continued to eat. Did that man find him?

This morning's class was only Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lucius actively put away his school supplies. He also finished his Transfiguration and Potions homework the day before and put them on the desk. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't send any information to his friends. , Let’s observe for a while.

Salazar was very satisfied with the platinum nobleman's work efficiency, but he was not interested in Godric's class at all, so he stretched lazily, Salazar left the dormitory, he was the first to arrive in the classroom, and soon He decisively chose the last position, next to the door, so that he could go out at any time, anyway, that brat would not trouble him like other professors.Thinking of this, Salazar recalled the confinement of the potions professor, potions, this problem is really troublesome.

Soon, all the first-year students came, and they all looked at the blond Malfoy sitting in the corner. The Slytherins sat in the front uncomfortably. Logically speaking, the good seat in the front row should be reserved for the chief. The Gryffindors whispered and sat casually, much of their interest in the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Godric?Gryffindor stepped into the classroom door on time. He waved his hand and smiled at the students below: "It's a pleasure to have this honor to teach you. You can call me Professor Wilson."

Salazar held his chin and looked at the 14-year-old black-haired professor at the front desk raising his eyebrows. As long as he gets along with wizards, the brat can handle any situation with ease, and he looks good as a professor, but his stomach It depends on how he fooled the students.

The pseudo-adult professor picked up the list and began to roll the rolls, chatting with the students while counting the rolls. Many girls blushed when they heard those praises. Are you calling Abraxas?When Malfoy's name was mentioned, Salazar nodded slightly, but his eyes showed a threat, which meant "if you dare to tease him, you will die".Godric laughed and passed the most ridiculous candidate in the classroom, some jokes were off limits.

Immediately afterwards, the class began: "Today I will tell you the story of the field giant." Godric, who cannot teach spells, was not cold at all. He raised his eyebrows and showed a mysterious expression: "The field giant is much taller than the troll. The destructive power is also much greater..."

The story was being told on the stage, but Salazar in the audience was silent. He understood that Godric planned to remake the four years of adventure and pass the class time. It was meaningless, and Salazar stood gently. Get up, turn your head and go out through the back door. At this time, almost all the Gryffindors are listening with great interest, and some Slytherins are also attracted by the vivid and shocking storyline. Only a few students saw Salazar's They left, but they were very sensible and didn't make a sound.

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Salazar was walking around the castle bored, it was still early for lunch, should he go back to the dormitory?Negating this idea, Salazar continued to wander around. At this time, a yellow mass appeared around the corner. What is it?

"Meow—" The yellow thing poked out a head, it turned out to be a cat.

Salazar stepped forward, but the big ginger cat didn't dodge or give way. It raised its head and glanced at him, then lazily got up and rubbed against his feet. Salazar narrowed his eyes to observe carefully, there was no magic power fluctuation, Unlike the tiger cat I met in the Transfiguration class, this one seems to be a real pet, with a flat face, a fat body, and a thick tail. Lost?

"Meow—" the big cat yelled again, and continued to cling to Salazar's feet, obviously liking him very much.

Salazar knelt down and reached out to stroke the ginger-colored fur. The cat happily came forward to lick his palm. Salazar blinked and stretched out two hands to hug the cat. His dormitory Big enough to probably have a cat too, Salazar loved simple animals.

Holding the big cat, Salazar continued to walk, and when he arrived at the Slytherin dormitory, the sound of arguing reached his ears.

"Idiot Potter, a pure-blood traitor, and a mudblood, what's wrong with your feet?" The sneering voice was sharp: "Or did you come here to take risks because you were bored in class?"

"Don't think we want to see your stupid face, Malfoy idiot." A voice cursed angrily.

Salazar glanced forward, Draco?Malfoy was confronting three students in Gryffindor uniforms, unfortunately, he had seen them all on the train, green-eyed Harry, two Gryffindor prefects, who seemed to be called Ron and Hermione .It was Ron the redhead who spoke back.

Harry on the side was pulling the puffy-haired girl and whispering, "Are you sure that Crookshanks ran in this direction?"

Hermione widened her eyes and looked worried: "What if it ran into the Slytherin dormitory?"

The sharp-eared Draco heard this, and immediately counterattacked: "Don't disgust me, our dormitory can't accommodate Gryffindor objects with a dirty smell." It's not clear what the other party is missing, Draco He raised his head with an extremely disgusting expression no matter what it was related to Gryffindor.

In addition to being angry, Hermione was worried that her Crookshanks had been buried alive by a Slytherin student. Harry and Ron took out their wands at the same time, and almost every conversation with this deadly enemy would lead to this situation: "Mal Fu, don't be too..."

"Meow—" the voice interrupted Harry, and Hermione turned her head towards the source of the voice with joy, "Crookshanks..."

The eyes of the four fell on the boy who came forward at the same time, and they were dumbfounded. They clearly saw the big ginger cat lying on Abraxas enjoying himself?In Malfoy's arms, he casually raised his head and called out to his master.

Salazar blinked. "Your cat?" he asked the girl.

Hermione nodded numbly, and Harry stopped Ron who was about to say something. He had a good impression of this Malfoy: "Crookshanks belonged to Hermione, it's gone, so we found it here."

Ron frowned. He didn't know why Harry had to explain it so clearly. Hermione came back to her senses. Seeing her cat's cute appearance, she smiled a little: "You picked it up?" Crookshanks It is a cat mixed with the blood of Maolizi. It is very smart and can recognize bad guys. Back then, Sirius was full of praise for it.

Salazar nodded, and handed the cat over with some regret. Crookshanks jumped into his master's arms after rubbing him affectionately a few times.

"You actually hold such a disgusting thing?!" The large Malfoy looked disgusted, and the tone of reprimand was indispensable.

"Disgusting?" Salazar frowned. He looked at his hand, reached out to touch the top of Crook Hill, and then looked back, wondering: "Where is the disgusting?" At this time, he will be "disgusting" Confused with the meaning of "dirty".

The gold trio was speechless, and stared blankly at the interaction between the platinum and gold men.

"You—" Draco choked on the indifferent boy, paused for two seconds, and growled angrily: "A Slytherin, a Malfoy, you kid, don't be so stupid as to lower your tone and damn it Gryffindor's company!"

Speaking of this, Salazar understood, and he squinted his eyes and asked, "Is this a school rule or a college motto?"

This question stopped Draco, he ground his teeth, this damn thing is not a school rule or a school motto, what kind of cramp did this stinking brat have, his mind is not clear, he is a complete idiot.

"Since it's not true, don't order me." Salazar's tone was a little cold, and he walked straight forward. In fact, Salazar was unhappy largely because Draco said that Crookshanks was disgusting. , in his opinion, the cat was much cuter than the wizarding children present.

"You stop for me—" Slytherin's platinum prefect was even more annoyed. He saw the boy enter the dormitory, but he ignored his shouting and walked away without looking back.

Seeing this, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione away and left without entanglement.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ron wondered.

"The relationship between the two of them doesn't seem to be good." Hermione stroked the cat's back and thoughtfully said, "Crookshanks likes this Malfoy very much."

"I think he's not bad, unlike the other Slytherins," Harry commented.

"He's a Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed unacceptably, and the evaluation of "not bad" was terrible when put together with Malfoy.

"Crookshanks, what do you think of him?" Hermione glared at Ron, lowered her head and asked, the big cat meowed, and her big flat face showed a happy expression.

In this way, in the initial impression of Malfoy in the first year, both Harry and Hermione had a little affection, Crookshanks liked it very much, and only Ron was extremely entangled.