The Son of Light of the Snake House

As soon as get out of class was over, the Gryffindor students ran away from the door, and the Slytherin students slowly packed up their things, laughing at the savior of the wizarding world, especially Draco.

He first learned how Gryffindors looked like when they were sorted: "Oh! We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Then he lowered his voice to sound more dignified: "One point from Gryffindor!" Crabbe and Goyle were laughing beside them, like two silly sons of a landowner.

Daniel curled his lips in disinterest. He really didn't intend to participate in this kind of children's play house. It would be too boring... After all, he is not a real 11-year-old kid.

Although it was past three o'clock in the afternoon, Daniel decided to go to the library to continue his studies. After all, he knew too little about the magic world now.

"Show me... A Modern History of Magic?"

Daniel raised his head, tiptoed slightly, took down a heavy book from the huge bookshelf, and took it back to his seat.And on the way, he smiled obediently at Mrs. Pince.

……

Tomorrow is Thursday, but it is not an ordinary and ordinary Thursday.On this Thursday, the first-year students will go to their first flying lessons.

Draco couldn't sleep with the excitement, he'd been cleaning his own broom, Nimbus 2000 or something, Daniel didn't really care.He couldn't even understand it. It's just such a wooden stick, won't it make you panic when flying around on it?Or will there be matching cushions?It would be better to trouble the maker to add a leather seat on it, it will be more comfortable.

"You don't have such a thing there, do you?" Draco excitedly rubbed the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, and couldn't help but stab Daniel.

"No, it's nothing..." The main reason is that no one would want to go out on a small wooden stick. He usually rides his white horse Ruiqi back and forth when presiding over large-scale prayers, or simply a luxurious carriage to prevent the Holy Son His face was exposed to wind, sun and rain.However, in order to take care of the child's self-esteem, he still swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Draco laughed happily, and said: "I guess you don't have it there, you must not understand how fascinating the sport of Quidditch is!"

Daniel: I really don’t understand why so many people fly so high just to hit a few balls. Back then, Andre and the others were so idle. My sister cried for two hours.

Daniel thought seriously with the heart of a schoolmaster: Could it be that acquiring knowledge is not enough to make these people feel happy?

Draco over there had begun to boast about his genius Quidditch genes, and believed that he had been the core Seeker of a famous Quidditch team since he was a child.

"...It's normal that you don't understand, after all your parents are Muggles, but when I was young, my father bought me my first broomstick, and on the first day of my test flight, I Nearly hit a Muggle helicopter - gotta say, that thing looks really stupid!"

Daniel lowered his head and suppressed a smile. Not to mention whether he can ride a broomstick at his age, but the wind and pressure generated by the helicopter are enough to blow the broom away, and maybe even cut the things on it into pieces. If what he said is true, there is a high probability that Daniel is going to school with a tombstone now.

Draco was so excited that he didn't realize that Daniel next to him was distracted. He continued to complain loudly:

"The school doesn't allow first-year students to join the Quidditch team! I really don't understand! Maybe I should tell my father and let him talk to the headmaster!"

Daniel: Bad, it's money ability again.

He then turned off the light, wrapped himself in a warm quilt, touched Jasmine who was sleeping in a ball next to the pillow, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

By the time Draco had finally finished his lengthy, lying and boastful "The Adventures of the Quidditch Genius 1", Daniel was already fast asleep.

On a Thursday morning, it was usually meal time plus mail.Harry never expected the Dursleys to send him anything, Ron was eating, and Hermione was nervously reciting the explanations about flying skills in the book "The Origin of Quidditch". Neville listened very carefully.

Harry looked at the long table in Slytherin again. Malfoy looked angry and angry, while Daniel next to him was eating slowly and seemed very happy.

Speaking of which, it seems that Daniel has never received a package from his family... On the contrary, Malfoy often unpacks large and small bags of candy, so proud that people want to punch him directly.

Harry watched in silence until an owl impatiently dropped Neville's parcel into his bowl.

"Ugh..." Harry pulled the package out of his pumpkin soup in disgust and stuffed it into Neville's arms.

The latter took the package without hesitation, opened it excitedly, and said happily to the others:

"This is the memory ball my grandma sent me!" Neville showed everyone a large glass ball filled with smoke. "It will tell you if there is anything you forgot to do. Look, you put it Hold it tight, like this, and if it turns red..."

As he said that, red really appeared in the ball, and gradually became red and bright.Neville's face fell down suddenly.

"...Then you just forgot something." He looked very depressed, and began to try his best to remember what he forgot.

Draco next to him was about to go back to the dormitory, but when he saw Crabbe and Goyle looking at each other, he jumped up, rushed over and...

got caught.

The back collar of Draco's robe was grabbed by someone, which made him stagnate when he was rushing forward, fell backwards, and was supported by the people behind him, and he didn't let go until he stood still.

"Who?? It really is you!" After balancing, Draco immediately glared at Daniel who was pretending nothing happened.

"What? Did I do something special?" Daniel smiled, and moved closer to Draco's cheek, so close that the tip of each other's noses almost touched.

"Be quiet, do you want the Gryffindors to see Slytherin's jokes?" Daniel whispered, shadows gradually cast over his pupils.

Draco didn't know why, looking at the pair of golden pupils in front of him, and listening to the voice in his ears, his blood boiling with anger instantly cooled down.

At this time, Draco was like a doll whose power was suddenly unplugged. He followed Daniel's words and looked at the Gryffindor long table. He just met Harry who looked over curiously. He seemed to be slowing down. turned back.

Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared from some corner, staring at them tightly.

"What's the matter?" asked the old witch.

Draco looked at Daniel reflexively, he had straightened up, smiling obediently at Professor McGonagall.

"It's nothing, it's just us playing," he said.

The author has something to say:

Draco: I was flying blahblah and then I was blahblah and then he was blahblah... Daniel are you listening?

Daniel: ZZzzzz

Draco: Saying out loud that Z pretending to be sleeping doesn't work.

Daniel: (cuts off abruptly) (falls asleep)

Draco: So love goes away, right?

Daniel's ability to become a holy son is first of all a talent, and he was born in a slum, and he is not someone to mess with.It’s more or less tricky, but now it’s used to deal with children hahahahahaha