[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

A series of strange things have happened at Hogwarts recently. First, Filch's cat was petrified, and there was blood written on the wall - "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!"

Legend has it that the founder of Slytherin College, Salazar Slytherin, left Hogwarts alone thousands of years ago because of discord with the other three founders. Before leaving, he sealed the secret room he built, and only the heir can open it.

Then one Muggle offspring after another was petrified, and among them was the ghost of Nearly Headless Nick.

People were panicked, and there was news in the school that Harry was the heir to Slytherin because he could speak Parseltongue.Harry was isolated by his classmates who were afraid of him.

Roy didn't care much about these gossips, because Christmas was coming again, she was preparing gifts for Draco, and she had to prevent Draco from finding out every day.The presents finally arrived before Christmas, and of course there was a lot of magic to help.A dark green scarf with a little dragon sewn on it with silver thread.Because the name "Draco" also means Draco.

She didn't know what Draco's reaction was when he saw the gift, because she ran away after giving it to Draco.

However, after returning from Christmas vacation, Draco wore the scarf that Roy wove for him, and often mentioned it to others in a showy gesture, and it seemed that he liked the gift from Roy.

Recently, Draco found that some of his little things were always missing for no reason, and he didn't care at first, but because he lost them too many times, he caught his attention.

In the common room, he saw Roy sitting on the sofa playing with the cat, and asked, "Christina, have you seen my quill?"

"Ah?" She froze for a moment, with a momentary panic on her face, then shook her head, "No..."

"Don't keep running out these nights if you have nothing to do, you have to know that the safest place in Hogwarts is Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets has been opened, those mud..." Draco cut off his words abruptly , coughed lightly and continued, "Wizards born in Muggle families will suffer."

"I'm glad you didn't say that awful title, Draco."

Draco curled his lips awkwardly, and then noticed that the two fat men who usually followed him returned to the lounge, and said with some displeasure: "Crabbe, Goyle, it's so late, you two are going to the lobby to eat again Have you drank too much?" Then he noticed that Goyle was wearing a pair of round glasses, which reminded him of Potter, and he looked at Goyle with disgust and said, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

Gore hurriedly took off his glasses, "Uh...I'm reading a book."

"Reading?" Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously for a while, "I didn't know you could still read."

Goyle didn't speak, and Draco didn't care whether he reacted to his sarcasm, and sat in the seat next to Roy, which was closest to the warm fireplace.He put his arms on the sofa, with a touch of laziness in his elegance, seeing the two little fat guys still in a daze, he said impatiently: "Sit down."

After Goyle and Crabbe sat down obediently, they kept looking around, as if they were looking at the common room.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Roy felt that the two chubby guys were a little cautious today, which was different from the usual feeling for him.And Draco next to him was chanting Gryffindor in a contemptuous tone, "I can't see that Weasley will be a purebred, look at their embarrassing behavior, they have shamed the wizarding world, the whole family!" He looked at Crabbe's clenched fist and frowned. "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"

Goyle poked Crabbe with his elbow, and Crabbe's tense face relaxed, coughing a few times to hide his uneasiness, "My stomach hurts..."

Draco frowned and looked at him for a while, and didn't question Crabbe's words any more. He straightened the scarf around his neck, "Isn't my scarf great?"

"um, yes……"

"You have to know that you didn't buy it in a store," Draco said in a long voice, showing off while not forgetting to hit others, "It was given to me by Christina~ Goyle, you must not look like this." A girl gave you a Christmas present, let alone a hand-knitted scarf."

"Draco, if you dare to tell anyone else about this, don't expect to receive gifts from me again." Roy was a little annoyed, threatening with narrowed eyes, but she looked very much like a cat, a bit Nor is there a deterrent.

"I'm just telling a fact." Draco couldn't help pinching her face, and then threw a stack of this morning's newspapers on the table to Roy. In the photo, Dumbledore was still smiling and waving.Draco put his long/legs on the edge of the table and continued: "You know? I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet didn't report the attack on the school. I think Dumbledore must have put it down. My dad always said Dumbledore is the greatest scourge Hogwarts has ever seen..."

"That's not it!" Goyle interrupted Draco excitedly.

Draco's gray eyes widened in surprise, and Goyle regretted it after saying this, and looked at Crabbe uneasily.The lounge was eerily quiet for a moment, then Draco stood up and looked down at them, raising his voice, "What? You mean there's anyone worse than Dumbledore, say, don't you?! "

Crabbe shook his head innocently, and the flesh on his face trembled. Goyle was silent for a while and said, "Harry Potter..." Crabbe nodded again.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Well said, you are absolutely right...Saint Potter! Everyone still regards him as the heir of Slytherin?"

"Then you must know who the master/messenger is behind." Gore said.

"I said I don't know anymore, how many times do I have to tell you?" Draco said impatiently, sitting on the desk beside him, flipping through the pages of the textbook Roy put on it, and then... Pulled out a letter.He held the letter between two fingers and raised his eyebrows at Roy, "Is this yours?"

Roy herself was also surprised, "No... I haven't seen it." Then she watched Draco put the letter into the pocket of his robe naturally, and her eyes widened, "Draco, why do you want to take it?"

"It's not yours." His attitude was flat, and he even felt that he was a little proficient in this kind of thing.

"But it's for me."

"Now it's in my hands."

Roy choked for a moment, and was frowning to refute Draco, but she suddenly noticed that there was a lightning-shaped scar on Goyle's forehead, and Crabbe's hair was gradually turning red... She froze for a moment, and suddenly Get it - Polyjuice Potion!

Then, almost reflexively, Roy jerked Draco in front of him, turning his back on Goyle and Crabbe.If he was told that strange people broke into the Slytherin lounge where no outsiders had entered in 700 years, he would probably be very angry.

Draco was stunned by Roy's sudden action, and when he came back to his senses, he was a little red, and his words were incoherent: "K, Christina... what are you doing..."

He and Roy are very close, so close that they can smell the fragrance of each other, can see the long and curled eyelashes cast a hazy shadow on the eyelids, and can hear each other's heartbeat...

Draco was a little uncomfortable and wanted to turn his head away, but Roy held his face and turned to force himself to look at her.

"Draco, return the letter to me." Afraid that Draco would be suspicious, Roy said, while paying attention to the two people behind Draco, they had changed back to their original appearance, it was indeed Harry and Ron .Roy winked and signaled them to leave quickly, they reacted and turned around and ran outside.

And Draco, who didn't know anything about the situation behind him, lost his usual arrogance, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'll give it back to you if you want it..."

Roy watched Harry and Ron both out of view, relieved, and then realized how awkward he and Draco were.

Draco, who was forcibly pulled over, propped his arms on the back of the sofa in order not to bump into Roy, and half-knelt on the sofa with his knees bent.Roy seemed to be imprisoned in Draco's domain, and Roy's hands were holding Draco's pale and flushed face.

Seen by outsiders, everyone will think they are a pair of lovers.

And the other Slytherins in the common room were indeed looking at the two of them with complicated and deep eyes.

Roy let go of his hand in a hurry, looked away, nervously speaking incoherently: "Yes, I'm sorry... Take that letter if you want it... I'm going to sleep, good night, Draco!"

Draco must be a soft-hearted person, now that Roy's attitude has weakened, he returned to his usual arrogant appearance, with a wicked smile on his lips, "Is this a love letter from you? "

Roy pushed Draco away angrily, "Go to other people for that kind of thing, I think they will be happy to give it to you!"

"You're right, Christina, I've received no fewer than twenty love letters." He raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and then looked Roy up and down, "I'm not like you, I haven't received any of them... Who would like a dry girl like you who can eat but doesn't have any flesh on her body?" He looked at Roy's face flushed with anger, and his smile deepened, "Then... good night, Christina."