twins of hp

The next day, everyone got up late.After breakfast, Harry took out his homework and wrote hard on the desk.No, it should be said that it was copied according to Nancy's efforts.

"Snape left the most here!" Black concluded after watching for a while.

"But if you write as soon as you are on vacation, you can still finish it." Nancy explained.

Black looked like he was about to nose out a sound of disapproval, but he held back. "I heard you're on good terms with the Malfoy boys?"

Harry looked at him hurriedly as if trying to shut him up.

"Yeah, we've known each other since we were little," said Nancy.

"I knew it! Snape hung out with him when he was in school, their family is not a good person, stay away from him!" Black said with a frown.

Harry tried to cue him to stop with his eyes, but it was useless to stare.

"I've heard that one of the Weasley twins seems to be..."

"Nancy! Aren't you going to write a letter to Professor Snape? Use my owl! Let's go, he can receive it sooner we finish writing it sooner!" Harry stood up abruptly and interrupted Black, he didn't wait The response dragged Nancy away.

After leaving the restaurant, Nancy said coolly, "What did you hear? I heard you all, right?"

Harry immediately faltered.

"Very well, you have to be careful in the future, don't let anything fall into my hands. When I know, the whole school will know!" She slowly threatened in his ear.

They went up the stairs and saw a very old elf coming out of a room. "What are you doing in my room? Kreacher!" Harry asked in surprise.

"Help the young master clean up the room." Kreacher bowed and muttered indignantly, "Here comes another one! The young master kept leading people to his mother's house, as if he would not be a prodigal if he didn't do this!"

"This is Kreacher, and Sirius said he was getting old and talking nonsense," Harry explained.

"Kreacher can't talk nonsense, Kreacher is telling the truth! The young master is a prodigal! It broke his mother's heart! My poor mistress, how she hates her son, he has let her down! Kreacher walked past them and kept saying, "This looks like Slytherin! But so what? Poor Kreacher can't disobey orders and can only serve them. If my mistress sees this What will everything say? I came back from Azkaban and told Kreacher what to do..."

Nancy silently looked at the elf's hunched back.Harry looked like he was used to him.

Nancy simply wrote a few words that everything is fine, then opened the window and let Hedwig fly out.Harry was suddenly worried that Hedwig might not come back after seeing Snape.

Since they were leaving for the World Cup tomorrow, Black asked them to go to bed early.

Nancy was dreaming of participating in the handshake autograph session of the big star John Duke, and she was about to arrive when she was woken up by Blake.It was dark outside the window.

"Do we need to get up so early?" She rubbed her eyes as she walked into the dining room, where Harry had already started eating.

Blake put a plate full of food in front of her. "That's the limitation of living in London. We have to use the Portkey when the Muggles are asleep. It would be scary to disappear suddenly in front of them." spoil them."

"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked hastily, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"A little prop that takes us where we're going in an instant," Blake said with a smile as he poured milk into the glasses in front of everyone.

"I love magic!" Harry grinned, grabbing a piece of white bread wrapped in marmalade and stuffing it into his mouth.

After breakfast, they walked out of the house with their backpacks on their backs, except that Blake's bag was extra large.

They walked along a narrow street. Some of the lights on the side of the road were on, some were not on, and most of them were not on, so the surroundings seemed very dark.After walking for about ten minutes, Black stopped beside a green trash can.He looked around for a while, "Ah, here it is." He looked at a shriveled apple core and said happily.

Seeing Nancy's disgusted expression, he quickly explained, "Don't worry, it's not true, it's just for Muggles to see."

"I know, but why not do something different? This is really disgusting!" Nancy looked at the apple core with her arms crossed in disgust.

"Uh, maybe the person who placed this has bad taste...Leave him alone! I'll take a look...It's almost time, this piece was applied by our family, so everyone squat down, I'll count one Two or three, just put your fingers on it. You have to put them all! Otherwise, you won’t be able to go.” Black took the lead in setting an example.

Nancy felt so stupid, she would never want to recall this scene!In the dead of night, three people with backpacks squatted in a circle around an apple core, looking like they couldn't wait to eat it!She was glad no one else had come to share the Portkey.

Arrived at the destination, there are already hundreds of strange tents here.They paid the Muggles who ran the grounds for a place.Blake immediately led them there.During the period, Nancy turned her head and saw a wizard parachuting in front of the Muggle, waving his wand at him with a tired expression, and his eyes immediately went into a trance.

In the second camp they found the clearing marked with Blake's sign.

"You have to help me." Blake spread out the tent. "You can't use magic, otherwise we wouldn't have worked so hard." He was struggling to sort out a large pile of canvas.In any case, at last they pitched a fairly sturdy tent.

It was a small tent for two people, but Nancy knew it wouldn't be like that.They walked in, like walking into a big house, the same green and silver decorations. "It's not bad, is it? You live in the two adjacent small rooms on the second floor, and I sleep on the sofa in the living room. Oh, don't be polite to me! Someone has to do the guard work, and my charm is not bad. It's the past after all. It’s something, it’s not like the current new product has the function of a door. We can’t cast spells on the outside of the tent either. That’s right, children, so it’s my godfather’s responsibility to protect you!” Black said pretending to be serious, and then he Grinning "We've got to figure out how to get some water, let me see," he unfolded a map of the campsite. "Here it is!" He pointed.Both Harry and Nancy offered to go with him. "Well, anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of stealing in this broken tent."

Black and Harry each carried a bucket, and Nancy walked toward the water fetching place empty-handed.

During the period, they met Hermione and Ron, and Harry immediately followed them carelessly.Nancy took the bucket. "You just need to help me carry this empty bucket, and I'll carry it later. Oh, believe me, I still have the strength." Black kept reassuring her.

"Nancy." A familiar voice, she didn't even need to look back to know who it was.

Blake narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy striding forward with a bad expression.With platinum-blond hair, cold gray eyes, and a pointed chin, he didn't even have to think about whose child he was, he was carved out of a mold.

Draco stopped in front of them, or mainly in front of Black.He greeted politely, "I think you must be Mr. Black. I am Nancy's friend, Draco Malfoy. Greetings from my father."

Draco seemed to have turned around again. He was wearing a light gray hooded hoodie that wasn't fully zipped, and a black V-neck T-shirt underneath.A pair of light blue jeans with neatly rolled-up trousers exposing a pair of black leather high-waisted canvas shoes.The simple clothes let him wear some elegance.I didn't comb my hair back, it's still the same natural broken hair.He looked more handsome than last year, but he exuded a stronger aura of indifference, written all over him.

In fact, Draco and Black are inextricably related, but they both have a tacit understanding with each other as if they forgot about it. "Your father? I think he must be living a very happy life. After all, he has always been good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, adapting to the wind and taking advantage of the situation."

"Father, he just understands the hearts of the world. He leaves a way out for himself and others in everything." Draco still looked very elegant and polite.

"Leaving a way out for others? I can't see it." Black curled his lips.

Nancy turned around and handed the bucket to Blake, who opened his mouth in surprise, "Aren't you going to fetch water with me?"

Nancy suppressed a smile, "Anyway, you have to carry two buckets of water, don't you? It doesn't matter if I have it or not!"

Black shifted his gaze to Draco's face, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm hiding in the boy's eyes.But it was gone in an instant.

Blake took another look at the boy.But Nancy didn't give him this chance, she put the bucket on the ground and pulled Draco away.Blake could only stretch his neck and shout from behind, "I'll be back for dinner in a while! Don't stay too long!"

They wandered about the camp, aimlessly.After a while Draco suddenly asked her "Didn't you get my letter?"

Nancy froze for a moment and quickly recalled the contents of the letter.The letter asked her if she had booked tickets for the World Cup. If not, he would ask his father to pick her up. They got a VIP box, an excellent viewing position. "Yes, I received it."

"Then why didn't you come back?"

Why?Isn't it just a lazy cancer, and the fact that Black disturbed her for a while made her really unwilling to do anything.

"I forgot." She made a lame excuse.

"Forget..." Draco was silent for a while, "Forget it, I'm used to it too. You will always find ways to forget about me." He said lightly.

Nancy wanted to deny it, but this was indeed her consistent style since she was a child.This probably has something to do with Draco's indifferent attitude afterwards.Let her not realize that after a long time, one party's patience will be exhausted.

"Let's go to the World Cup Bazaar." Draco cheered up and said, "You can't miss this."

Nancy was relieved to see him gently peeling it off again.For some reason, as she got older, she became more and more afraid of Draco. He was no longer just as arrogant and willful as he was when he was a child, a child spoiled by his parents.He seems to have become elusive and more and more able to use tactics to control his group of friends.