The Son of Light of the Snake House

"By the way, Severus. What do you think of what he's showing?"

"……No."

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Daniel sat in front of the half-open window, reading a book under the simulated sunny weather, while still hearing the sound of rain from the real world.

"I remember you should have a game today?" Daniel casually turned over a page and asked casually.

Draco was trying to stuff a whole pumpkin pie into his mouth when he paused, "Are you asking me?"

Daniel put down the book in his hand and looked around: "You mean... besides you and me, there is an invisible person in this room, right?"

"Okay." Draco bit off half of the pumpkin pie in one bite: "The weather outside is not good today, so I made an excuse that the bone I knocked when I was dragged to the ground by Potter last semester was aching, so today Gryffindor Will play Hufflepuff."

"I heard that Professor Snape was substituting for Gryffindor's Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday?"

"It seems to be." Draco finished eating the pumpkin pie, and clapped his hands easily: "It seems to be dancing and talking about Werewolf Day... Why don't you go to watch the Potter match with me today?"

"Werewolves?" Daniel felt a little strange. After all, Professor Snape must have his reasons for talking about this section. It's just that Slytherin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class hasn't finished here. If you can listen carefully to Professor Snape's lecture It may not be possible to understand the metaphors in one section.

He picked up the book again: "I won't go."

Ruyu's fingers slid across the pages of the book, and lightly tapped the wolf-shaped creature that was howling at the moon with its head up in the display column.

...Werewolves will uncontrollably transform into wolves on the night of the full moon, but they have obvious differences from ordinary wolves, for example, they can stand upright...

Daniel reached out to pick up the teacup on the table: "Don't take my book, if you don't want to go, you won't go."

Holding the book in his hand, Draco shook it menacingly, thought for a while, and then reached out to snatch his teacup.

"Childish." Daniel pursed his lips, got up and put on his cloak.

"I think this trick is really useful." Draco raised his head arrogantly, and looked at him again: "I'm just sitting in the library thinking about it all day, why not go outside and relax." He added two Sentence, also stood up, ready to go together.

"About this matter, I think, I have to find a time to report to you." Daniel snorted and walked out of the room first.

"What report? Wait?? Don't go, make it clear now!!" Draco reacted immediately, trying to stop Daniel, but he got a nasty answer from the other party.

"Go to the game first, after all, it's 'important'."

Draco hurried to catch up: "What kind of game, it's not important or not, say it quickly! Say it now! Those people in Gryffindor are not worthy of these!"

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Daniel looked at Draco's sultry face sitting in front and wanted to laugh.

He didn't originally want to shake off his past like this-it was just a boring narrative poem without appreciation and meaning.It's just that he doesn't want to make others be careful because of himself.

He is not an exquisite porcelain doll, and naturally he is not a fragile clay sculpture. If you insist on saying what he is...

He is a villain.

That's how he judged himself.

But since it's just a story, the speed is naturally up to him.And as the narrator of the story, watching people order dishes—maybe it can be counted as a kind of ability.

Of course, now he is still a 13-year-old ordinary student at Hogwarts, who goes to bed at 6 o'clock and goes to bed at [-] o'clock every day, eats and exercises on time and studies hard, living like a Yoshikage Kira.

Daniel looked at the Quidditch field where the rain was pouring heavily, and the heavy rain curtain made it almost impossible for him to see clearly.So, who should you support?

"Who are you rooting for today?"

"Cedric! He seems to be newly selected by Hufflepuff, a handsome sunny guy! Hufflepuff will definitely win!"

"What about Gryffindor?"

"Come on, apart from Potter and the Weasley brothers, there are not many good-looking ones, especially the captain, who is too eye-catching."

"That's right, wait a minute, if you say that, our team will be even more crotch...except for Draco, no one can fight!"

"...So, Draco is worth three?"

The Slytherin girl applauded her friend for her loyalty to the House Quidditch team.

Daniel quietly withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help yawning as he looked at the field where the game had already started.

So what's so fun about a few people grabbing a ball?And in this kind of heavy rainy day, it is impossible to see the position of the players at all, right? Does it affect the player's state?Is everyone else an embodiment of light except me?

Ah, speaking of which, the game called pokemon in the game console that the teacher sent me before was quite fun...

Harry's hands and feet were numb from the cold, and his hands were so slippery that he could barely hold the halo, but thanks to Hermione's magic, he could finally see.Renewing his resolve, he hustled his broom through the turbulent air, looking for the Snitch in every direction, dodging a Bludger in the process and sneaking under Digory, who was then Flying in the opposite direction.

There was another burst of thunder, followed by forked lightning.It's getting more and more dangerous.Harry had to catch the Snitch quickly, and he spun around to get back to center field, but just then another bolt of lightning lit up the stands and Harry saw what completely distracted him: a The silhouette of a huge black dog with a shaggy coat, clearly reflected in the sky, was sitting in a row of empty seats on the top tier of the stands.

He couldn't help shaking, but it wasn't even as strong as the shaking of his body after getting wet in the rain.

He was about to sprint for the Snitch when he felt a timid silence in the terraces around the track; the wind, though still as strong as ever, had forgotten to roar.

Harry looked down reflexively, only to find the shivering students, and...

There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, their hooded faces turned towards him.It was as if frozen water rose from his chest, cutting through his guts.

Harry's consciousness went into a trance again.

The author has something to say:

The first to third volumes of "Daniel's Story" are being released!The readers who bought it are very happy to say that the quality of the paper is good, and it is very comfortable to use in the toilet!what are you waiting for?Come and order now!

I found a way to deal with Calvin, which is to mutter for a day, and then write 4K consecutively the next day under an unprecedented sense of crisis, so here comes the problem, if I mutter for 365 days, I will explode in extreme anger and write Is "Dream of Red Mansions" coming out?

(Should be a daydream)