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

On the train to Hogwarts, Draco hadn't gone on patrol as usual, flaunting his prefect authority, and he wasn't in the mood to do so now.

After Roy came back from her routine inspection, she drank a few sips of cherry juice. Before she could put down her glass, the door of the carriage was opened again, and a breathless fourth-grade boy walked in. He met Draco with a cold face. He stammered a little with his gaze: "I'll give these to Christina Lowe and Blaise Zabini."

"Thank you." Roy took a roll of parchment tied with a purple ribbon and thanked him politely. The boy immediately blushed shyly, and quickly left the carriage under Draco's gaze. .

"What?" Draco watched as Roy pulled the ribbon away.

"An invitation." Roy leaned on Draco's shoulder, showing him the contents on the yellow parchment.

"Christina:

I know you are a very fine witch, and I would be very glad if you could have lunch with me in compartment C.

—Your faithful Professor Horace. EF Slughorn"

"Who is Slughorn?" Roy frowned suspiciously,

Blaise casually threw the invitation aside, grabbed his coat, "The signature is the professor, it seems that we must go, doesn't it?"

"Okay..." Roy sighed helplessly, and said to Draco with an ugly face, "Draco, maybe you can have lunch with Crabbe and Goyle."

Roy realized that she had said the wrong thing, because Draco looked even more unhappy, she took the initiative to kiss his lips, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

When Lowe and Blaise rushed to carriage C, they realized that Slughorn had invited more than the two of them.

"Oh, Miss Roy! It's great to meet you!" A fat and bald old man walked towards Roy and greeted Roy enthusiastically. Roy reflexively took a step back to avoid his hug, and then couldn't help but He began to worry that his huge belly would break the gold buttons on his vest at any time.

Slughorn didn't seem to mind Roy's resistance. He turned his head to Blaise and held his hand that he didn't extend, "Then, you must be Mr. Zabini!"

Blaise nodded mechanically, looking horrified.Slughorn gestured, and Lowe and Blaise found two empty seats and sat face to face.

Roy glanced around at the other invited people. She saw Harry, Neville, and a few unfamiliar students. They all looked blank, not knowing why they were here.

"Okay, do you all know these people?" Slughorn asked Roy and Zabini, "Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom are in the same grade as you, so you will definitely know each other."

Blaise didn't move, didn't even look at them. Roy gave them a symbolic smile, and the other party nodded unnaturally.

"This is Cormac McLaggen."

"This is Melinda Bobbin."

"This is Ginny Weasley."

After introducing everyone, Slughorn said with satisfaction: "Well, what a pleasure! A chance to get to know you all a bit more, here, grab a napkin. I brought my own lunch, and I Remember the licorice wands on the food trucks always smelled too much, a poor elderly man whose digestive system can't stand the stuff..."

Slughorn began to chat with the others one by one, and Roy found that he was testing the students' family conditions. Everyone here seemed to be invited because they were related to some influential big man. Except Ni.And once he found that some people were not what he imagined, he was obviously very indifferent to that person, and his attitude changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book.

"Now..." Slughorn turned to Roy, "Christina Roy, would you like some quail?"

Roy shook his head decisively, "No, thank you."

"How about some pie?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor, I am full."

"Oh, Christina, you have perfectly inherited the excellent characteristics of the Roy family, and your eyes are exactly the same as your father's," Slughorn said with a friendly smile, carefully watching Roy's face, "I taught Your father, he is a very good wizard, and his talent in potions is the best among his peers."

"Thank you," Roy said again, staring at her goblet, which contained a little golden mead.

"Your father is very capable. During the time when the mysterious man rose, we all expected what he could do. But unfortunately, he and a famous and beautiful witch, that is, your mother get married."

Roy's foggy eyes gradually became clear. Looking at Slughorn's wrinkled face, he raised his voice and asked, "Are you talking about my mother?"

"Oh, no, no, of course not..." He quickly shook his head, "I just feel sorry for your father's talent."

Roy raised one corner of his lips and smiled slightly. After that, no matter what Slughorn told her, she always replied with "um" and "maybe".

However, Slughorn's attention soon returned to Harry, and he kept talking to the savior about the recent newspapers, and throughout the afternoon, he told many anecdotes about the outstanding wizards he had taught in those years.

Roy was eager to get away quickly, but felt that it was rude to leave suddenly, and endured it until the sun was about to go down, and Slughorn finally said goodbye to them.

As Roy and Zabini walked down the dimly lit hallway side by side, she said with relief, "Thank God, it's finally over."

"Brace yourself," Blaise patted her on the shoulder, "it's almost time for school."

"Yeah..." Roy moved his neck, waved his wand to automatically coil up his annoying long hair, "I can even imagine Draco's terrifying expression."

Blaise raised his eyebrows without expressing his opinion, and let Roy enter Slytherin's compartment first.

Draco wasn't in the prefect's box, he sat in the compartment with Goyle and Crabbe, resting his chin and looking out the window at sunset, "Don't worry, we'll take care of it when we get to Hogwarts," he said Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up, and when he saw Luoy, he deliberately concealed the joy on his face, pretending to be angry, "I thought you didn't remember coming back."

"Sorry, Draco... I didn't expect Slughorn to talk so much." Roy blinked innocently.

Draco snorted coldly, turned his gaze to Zabini who was still trying to close the door tightly, "Brace, what are you doing?"

Why didn't the sliding door close tightly, as if something invisible was stuck there, Blaise said angrily: "What's wrong with this thing?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door was flung open, Blaise was flung onto Goyle, and they roared angrily at each other.Draco stood up frowning, looking somewhere thoughtful.

"Don't be nervous, it's probably just someone playing a prank," Roy said casually, taking out his robe from the suitcase, "Sit down, Draco, we'll be at Hogwarts soon."

Blaise slumped down on his seat in frustration, Goyle slammed the door, this time smoothly, and Crabbe laughed a few times and continued to read his comic book.

"How about it, Christina," Draco sat back on his seat and pulled her into his lap, who was wearing a wizard robe, "What does Slughorn want to do?"

Roy suddenly didn't know how to speak. She was afraid that telling the truth would make Draco angry. Zabini said directly, "I just wanted to curry favor with people who were related to the dignitaries, but he couldn't find many."

Draco's face turned dark as expected, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who else did he invite?"

"McLaggen of Gryffindor."

"Oh, by the way, his uncle is a high official in the Ministry." Draco remembered such a number one person.

"There's also a Poppin, who belongs to Ravenclaw, but it's just an idiot."

"What else?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Longbottom, Potter and the Weasley girl," Zabini finished his report.

"He also invited that idiot Longbottom?" Draco let out a disdainful chuckle, "As for Potter, he obviously wanted to get on good terms with the Savior, but that Weasley girl, what's unusual about her ?”

Roy leaned on Draco, turning the silver snake ring on his hand, "She's pretty."

"Then I can only say that Slughorn's taste is quite unique." Draco sneered a few more times, not hiding his contempt, "Hmph, what is he, but a stupid schoolteacher, Who cares what he's interested in...what does it matter to me if some old fat old man likes me?"

"You're right, Draco," Roy followed suit, winking at Blaise. "Slughorn is boring, isn't he, Zabini?"

Blaise nodded not too mindfully, "Yes, I think so." Draco's face softened a little.

The spire of Hogwarts Castle could already be seen from the window, the train gradually slowed down, and the students could not wait to squeeze into the aisle to get off.

With the final clang of the train, the train came to a complete stop, and after Roy patiently pushed the crowd out, he said to Draco, "Let's go."

"You go to school first," Draco whispered to Roy, wrapping his thick velvet cloak around her, "I still need to check something."

"Ok."

Draco watched Roy leave the field of vision, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. When he closed the compartment door, all the curtains were drawn down, completely blocking the prying eyes from the outside.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to eavesdrop, Potter?" Draco said, pointing his wand at the luggage rack and chanting a spell quickly—

"All petrochemical!"

Something fell heavily from the luggage rack, and there was a muffled sound.Draco squinted his eyes, walked forward a few steps slowly, then stood in front of where he was sitting just now, and easily lifted a cloak.

Harry's body was exposed, he couldn't move at all, his legs curled up stiffly, as if kneeling in front of Draco.

"Oh, yes, your mother died when you were a baby." Draco looked down at Harry condescendingly, and whispered in his soft voice, "I don't care what you hear, Potter, But since I caught you..."

Draco kicked Harry hard in the face, his nose was bleeding immediately, "This kick was for my father, now..." He put the cloak back on Harry, hooked Lip said slowly, "I wish you a smooth journey back to London."