Alice's Travels

The fact that Harry was a descendant of Slytherin gradually subsided in the calm time and the approaching footsteps of Santa Claus, although the Gryffindor students were still reluctant to get close to Harry-but who cares.

Malfoy has always been annoyed in the Slytherin lounge recently, causing Crabbe and Goyle to tremble in front of him-it's hard to imagine two big guys facing a blond, cowardly, squeamish young master The look of being scolded——Alice passed by and saw it several times, and left with her mouth twitching every time.

Malfoy was pissed -- not even the daily parcels coming in from home and Christmas coming up couldn't cheer him up.He still remembered that scarred Potter deliberately showing off again at the Dueling Club, and everyone was saying that he was a descendant of Slytherin - how could this be possible?

Christmas finally arrived in a day wrapped in white, the school was still magnificently decorated, and many towering Christmas trees decorated the festive atmosphere.

Alice is in a good mood this year, at least much better than last year.Harry, Hermione and Ron were all with her, and they all had a fun day together—building a big snowman next to the hut in the Forbidden Forest; They told interesting stories and drank strong tea by the warm stove; they rode broomsticks together and flew around the big lawn; they strolled together to attend the Christmas dinner in the auditorium.

The dinner was still very sumptuous, and everyone ate very happily.Ron held a chicken leg in one hand and gnawed happily, Harry and Hermione also ate with relish, Alice smiled and sipped a cup of warm milk.

Hagrid sat on the guest table and smiled happily, pouring down glass after glass of eggnog. Snape was rarely sullen, but looked relaxed. Dumbledore was talking to McGonagall in a low voice, his face All of them have a relaxed and happy expression.

In a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, Alice thought faintly, she was about to be 13 years old, time flies so fast, maybe in another two years - can she go back to China first?

Malfoy looked out of place under the happy expression of everyone, his brows were furrowed, he looked at the Gryffindor table for a while - staring directly at Harry, Ron and Hermione, and for a while he gave Alice a breathless look.

Alice gave Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, and Snape Christmas presents as usual this year, and received them respectively—except for Snape, she especially liked the one from Hagrid. With a handmade bow and arrow, I feel that this year's Christmas seems to be quite perfect-before receiving countless eye knives from Malfoy.

Finally, when Malfoy glared over again, Alice met his gaze and looked over with a puzzled expression, thinking, what's wrong with the little coward, who provoked him?

When Malfoy saw Alice looking over, he immediately rolled his eyes at her and turned his face the other way.

The corner of Alice's mouth twitched, leaving him alone.

When returning to the dormitory at night, Alice passed the lounge and saw Malfoy sitting on the sofa. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle were there. interrogation.

"You're back," Malfoy said, staring at her with a slight lift of his chin. "You must have had a good day, huh?"

Alice unconsciously twitched the corner of her mouth again, feeling speechless for a while at his tone like a wife questioning her cheating husband, "What's the matter?"

Alice didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her words, but Malfoy stood up from the sofa suddenly, as if his anger was suddenly ignited, and said angrily, "Today is Christmas! Look at you! What happened! Don't you find yourself—"

The corners of Alice's mouth were still twitching, and she watched helplessly as the blond young master glared at her viciously—is she so angry that she was speechless?

"I went for a walk today," said Alice. "Do you want to play with me?"

"Who wants to play with you!" Malfoy immediately curled his lips in disgust, "Is your brain a troll?"

"Can you still talk properly?" Alice squinted at him and took a few steps forward, "What on earth do you want to say? If you don't say anything, I'll go back to the dormitory—"

Malfoy turned and glared at her angrily, mouth shut.

Alice stared at him for a while, then finally broke down, "Well, let me see, it's Christmas—oh—do you want Christmas presents?"

Malfoy folded his arms and lifted his face up, revealing only his pointed chin, and let out a snort.

Alice wanted to laugh at the way he glared at people with his nostrils, and she said helplessly, "Well, it was my oversight, I accidentally left you out—" before Malfoy stared He went on, "So do you want me to send you another one in two days—or to make it up for you next year?"

"You're so dishonest, Altman—" Malfoy resumed his usual tone and drawled, "You should do something for me—here." He took out a small gift box from his pocket and directly Throw it to Alice.

It seems that it has been prepared a long time ago, Alice took the gift box and thought, no wonder she was so upset that she didn't receive the gift.

"So, is there anything I can do for you, Young Master Malfoy?" Alice accepted the gift box and said with a smile.

Malfoy expressed his satisfaction with Alice's understanding, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he nodded, "When I need—"

"I'll call you." Malfoy sat down on the sofa chicly with one hand on the backrest, and crossed his legs by the way, saying in a very leisurely manner.

Alice looked at the corner of the little boy's lips curled up as if he seemed to be relaxed, nodded and said, "Okay, good night." She whispered to the cute little coward in her heart.

Good holidays are always short, and the new semester begins again.

On February [-]th, before Alice realized what day it was, Lockhart, a funny guy, made a fool of himself again.

Wearing a bright pink robe, he exudes a beaming New Year's atmosphere. Sitting at the dining table in the auditorium, he waved happily to the students, while the professors on the entire professor's dining table looked like they were going to Killing—especially represented by Snape.

Lockhart filled the four walls of the auditorium with fresh pink flowers, and brought twelve dwarfs with golden wings and harps on their backs to act as little cupids-according to himself, from Hand out Valentine's Day cards to students.

Alice admired him a little, especially in the situation where everyone except him was expressionless and cold, Lockhart could still be self-satisfied and happy after showing off how many Valentine's Day cards he had received said, "That's not all the fun! I'm sure my colleagues would love to join in! Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion? If you're interested, Professor Flitwick will be more than me Better at psychedelic magic than any wizard ever saw, the cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands, Snape's eyes were already firing death rays.

Alice's eyes were narrowed, and she tried her best to hold back her laughter, her heart was already laughing like crazy.

Throughout the day, the dwarfs kept breaking into classrooms to deliver greeting cards.You can hardly imagine the expression on Snape's face when the dwarf rushed into the Potions class-Alice felt that if he had a cannon in his hand at this time, he would not hesitate to shoot at Lockhart and his The dwarfs fired.

What's even more mischievous is that at night Ron told Alice that Harry also received a Valentine's Day card today, although the content sounded more like a deliberate trick.

"The message said Harry's eyes were as green as a toad!" Ron said, dancing, "You didn't see the look on Harry's face at that time, I bet he would have disappeared in place if he could!"

"You've said it already, Ron," said Hermione, "and you should have asked the person's opinion—could Harry sit next to you?"

"Everyone has had enough laughing," said Harry wearily. "Should I be thankful that Malfoy wasn't there at the time—otherwise I would have been laughed at for a year."

"I'm sure I've heard about it now if you weren't there," Alice said. "Don't worry, he will definitely use this to say this about you when we meet next time."

"Oh—" Harry gave a small cry, and buried his face in the book in front of him gloomily.

"It's all because of Lockhart after all—" Ron puffed, "that idiot never does anything good! Hermione, you're honestly not one of the 46 who sent him a card one?"

Hermione looked like she was reading the book seriously, her eyes were focused on the pages and she didn't speak.

Harry looked up at Hermione expectantly, "No—Hermione, you can't, can you?"

"Did you see Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape today?" Seeing that Hermione still didn't answer, Alice changed the subject, "Professor McGonagall seems to be bored to death, and Snape's face is always Letting off murderous aura!" Alice laughed again as she spoke.

"And Flitwick!" said Ron. "How dare Lockhart call him a crafty old dog!"

"Lockhart's a source of joy for everyone, isn't he?" Alice said with a wink and a smile.

"It's the source of the boredom—" said Harry and Ron simultaneously.