[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Igil and Ellie followed Professor Snape to the second floor. The Savior, Weasley, and Granger were all there. An adult troll emitting a stench fell to the ground, Gryffindor's red-haired The kid was still standing there with his wand held high, as if he had been petrified.

Professor McGonagall looked angrily at the daring lion cubs standing in the room, her lips pale, thinking about the serious consequences if they were not so lucky.Professor Quirrell sat uselessly, looking terrified and powerless.

Professor Snape quickly glanced at Potter with a sullen face, but he didn't speak.Since the dean of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, is in charge of handling the Lion Academy students, she is naturally in charge, and he does not need to intervene.

If Professor McGonagall wasn't around he'd be happy to deduct ten points from Gryffindor - ten points each.

"Miss Granger, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this incident," Professor McGonagall said, "I am very disappointed in you. If you are not hurt at all, you'd better go back to Gryffindor." The Castle of Fundor. The students are having dinner in their houses."

Igil's first thought was not the amazing move of the lion cubs defeating the troll, but Draco.Very good, he can eat two servings of fruit pudding today, I hope he will go back in time, and he will not eat his own.

It may be that his smile was too penetrating, the eyes of the savior frequently lingered on his face, and the youngest son of the Weasley family glared at him even more displeased.Oh oh... misunderstood.Yigil put on a gentle smile, looked at their embarrassment with indifferent eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Professor McGonagall noticed them from the moment he and Ellie Windsor came in, just because they came in with Professor Snape, so she just glanced at them to show that there was such a thing, and turned her energy again Focus on the Savior.

"Well, I'm still going to say you're lucky, there aren't many first years that can take on a full-grown troll. You've earned five points for Gryffindor each. I'll let Dumbledore know about it Professor, you can go."

The Gryffindor trio hurried out of the room, Ellie looked eagerly at Professor Snape, and chased after him when he said she could go too.They went up two flights of stairs without a word.He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't smell the stench from the troll's body.

"Hermione is kind, she stepped up and got us out of trouble," Ron began. "But don't forget, we did save her."

"If we hadn't locked her up with that thing, she probably wouldn't have needed to be rescued at all," Harry reminded him.

Then they turned their attention to Ellie Windsor who followed all the way.

"Ellie, why are you with Black? What's wrong with your eyes?" Hermione curiously asked what everyone wanted to know, and the two boys were embarrassed to speak and only she said it.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I hid in the women's room on the fourth floor and cried all afternoon. I'm sorry I didn't go to you before." Ellie's eyes were still red, matching her pretty face like a Barbie doll Lovely.

"Ellie, I'm sorry..." Hermione was ashamed, "I was still wondering why you didn't come to me, I shouldn't doubt you. "Ellie is her good friend, isn't she, how can she doubt their friendship.

"Who made you cry, was it Blake? I told you there are no good people in Slytherin," Ron yelled. "Just now when Hermione was deducted points, he was still laughing."

"No, you misunderstood him. Igil went to find me just now, and he was worried about me." Ellie explained with a blushing face.

"You call him Igil!" The savior asked incredulously, "He is a very arrogant person. Although he usually looks very friendly, he is actually defiant at all." How could a person like him be friendly to us? It's been said and done.

"You can't judge people by their appearance, Harry," said Hermione. "Just like us before." They hadn't liked each other a few hours ago.

"Hermione, you're different from him," Ron argued, "You're actually... quite cute."

"Ron." Hermione's ears were red, and she was shy.

"So you went to the fourth floor by yourself? Remember what you asked me to promise you?" Draco said while eating fruit pudding in Slytherin House.He poked the pudding hard with the silver spoon, so hard that the plate under the pudding made a sharp thud.

Oh, this is so rude, almost all the Slytherins stopped eating and looked at the source of the sound.Draco glared at them one by one.In a split second, the Slytherin common room table was back to chatting with each other again.

Of course, because they are not old enough to drink, the younger students only have pumpkin juice and milk in their cups.

"Draco, don't be like this, what about your aristocratic etiquette?" Igil said with a headache, he didn't expect things to develop into the current result, he just had the idea of ​​coming back after finding the professor.

"Then where is your aristocratic etiquette? What is that red circle on your hand?" Draco asked angrily.

The Slytherins didn't stop eating this time, they just peeked over from the corner of their eyes, "Be quiet, Draco." Igil put down the glass of milk in his hand guiltily.The long sleeves slid down to cover the wrists.

"It's that Windsor, I didn't expect her to be so barbaric." Igil thought with lingering fear, that girl's hands are really strong.

"She hit you!" Another cry was raised.Yigil felt that the eyes of the little snakes around him had become strange.

"No...she is a noble in the Muggle world! Noble..." Igil's head hurt even more.

"Let's talk about it when we go back." He didn't make a sound, and reminded with his mouth.Draco also felt that this was not the place to talk, so he snorted coldly.

He chomped down on the fruit pudding, imagining he was biting that damned Mudblood.

Although he didn't want to say it, Igil still carefully reminded his roommate: "Draco, this is the first pudding you have eaten." Although the dessert is delicious, it is true that eating too much is not good for the stomach.

"I'm eating your share..." Draco ignored him without looking up.

"But, mine is here." Igil looked at the untouched fruit pudding in front of him. He remembered that Draco secretly packed a lot when he was in the big restaurant.

"Ah, this one is mine, it's just placed on the front." The boy with platinum-blonde hair confidently dragged the plate with fruit pudding from Igil who was sitting opposite to him.

"I told you, I'm eating your share."

"..."

At this moment, Igil really doubted whether Draco was really angry, or whether he had found a reason that would not allow him to refuse in order to eat more fruit pudding.