This Hogwarts isn't normal.

early morning,

Draco, who had a beautiful sleep, got up and came to the mirror, carefully caring for his somewhat messy blonde hair.

The Malfoy family, who were born noble, was different from those sloppy and low-level wizard families. They always maintained an elegant and decent image.

Even breakfast with family members.

A soft and bright blonde hair is a standard for the Malfoy people, and an expensive and high-end silk shirt is a necessity.

Although it is hot summer now, the elegant black suit with cool curse has an unparalleled comfort.

Draco looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted the collar of his shirt slightly.

He put on his customized snakeskin shoes, opened the door and came to the restaurant downstairs.

A pot of black tea with fresh aroma is placed on the dining table made of complete mahogany.

"Good morning, father, mother, Professor Snape." Draco said hello to the three people at the table one by one.

Lucius nodded slightly, and then he sat down impartially.

After a graceful aristocratic breakfast, Draco stood up respectfully.

"Father, mother, can I go out for a walk?"

Lucius looked him down and said, "Yes, remember not to cause trouble for the family."

Draco has never been a child who loves to make trouble, but the recent reappearance of the Dark Magic Mark is really too great, and the Malfoy family must be cautious in their words and actions.

"I remember, dad."

Draco said hello to the three of them again, then took a few steps back, turned around and walked towards the door.

The moment the door was opened, a hot breath came to my nose.

But soon, the suit that imposed the cool spell formed an invisible magic barrier on the surface of his body, completely isolating all the uncomfortable aura.

The two loyal little brothers have been waiting outside for a long time.

Draco closed the door and wandered around with confidence and calm steps.

Not long after walking, the crowd gathered in the distance couldn't help but make him curious.

Crab and Gole immediately opened the way and squeezed out a passage with their sturdy figure.

Draco walked in slowly, as if he was walking in his own garden.

"Eat me and hit the toad and hit it!" Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice came.

Draco looked over without any haste.

His lazy and slackened eyes passed through the crowd and were frozen on a pink figure.

This outfit is a bit like a senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.

right! It's her! Big pink toad!

Draco suddenly remembered the photos posted by the head of the club at the end of last semester.

It's disgusting, but it's even a permanent paste curse.

At that time, in order to completely clean the door of his club, he spent a lot of money to shovel the entire wall and rebuild it.

"Haha! I won!" A familiar voice sounded again.

Draco walked forward with a gloomy face.

Behind the big pink toad was a man, someone who instantly reminded him of countless black history.

"Damn Weasley! You will meet them no matter how you go around!"

He turned around with a gloomy face, but the passage to return had been occupied by the crowd again.

Crab and Goll are still opening the road, and they are even about to get to the front.

Draco, who couldn't go back, had to bite the bullet and walk forward.

An inexplicable passage appeared in the crowd, and Fred and George, who were playing cards, looked over together.

Oh, aren’t those two little fat guys?

Oh, that figure walking over was really him.

The twins looked at each other and greeted them with a tacit understanding.

They both pushed Crab and Goll far away.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Isn't this the young master of the Malfoy family? Come on, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

George hugged Draco's shoulder hard and pulled him to the middle of the crowd with great enthusiasm.

Fred smiled extremely brightly, "No wonder the weather is so good today. It turns out that you are here."

Dracopi struggled a few times without laughing, struggling to maintain the etiquette that the Malfoy family should have.

However, the twins did not plan to let him go easily.

After a big hug, his carefully carved hairstyle became messy, and the elegant blazer on his body was torn off.

"Oh, how did you untickle your clothes?" Fred pulled up his blazer hard, "You are the noble heir to the Malfoy family, so you must pay attention to your image."

Draco was tightly squeezed by his clothes, and he was so painful that he took a breath of cold air.

He glanced at the two little brothers who were being squeezed farther and farther away, "Weasley, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" George's smile was extremely sinister, "Of course we should treat you well, my noble Master Malfoy."

Being watched by so many people, and they are basically foreigners, Draco must resist the attack no matter how reluctant he is.

Fred "tidyed up" his clothes and looked at his messy soft blonde hair.

"Oh--why are your hair messed up?"

After rubbing his big hands hard for a few times, his pretty neat big back head suddenly turned into a chicken coop.

Fred rubbed back and forth a few more times in a slutty way, "Okay, this hairstyle is in line with your extremely noble identity."

George, who was laughing, quickly covered his stomach.

He held back, but the onlookers couldn't.

Draco couldn't help but clench his fists as he heard the ridicule around him, "Weasley, I don't have time to accompany you crazy, I'm going back now."

George, who laughed to his stomach cramps, was still holding it in, "Okay, it seems we've neglected you."

Fred was also laughing, "Welcome to come next time, we will definitely receive you well."

Draco's face turned green with anger.

He turned around without saying a word, his angry eyes glaring at the people who were still laughing.

Maybe because he was still a child, everyone squeezed to the side and gave him a passage that he could barely walk through.

Crab and Goll finally squeezed out at this time.

Amid countless ridicule, the three of them walked out quickly.

Good fortune will come unparalleled, but misfortunes will never come in singularly.

Draco was about to find a place to tidy up his face when he happened to run into Vincent, who was also out for a walk.

"Puff—Malfoy, what kind of look are you? Is this the latest trend in the magic world this year?"

"Wayne!" Crab and Gole stopped in front.

Vincent spread his hands, "I won't do anything to your master, why are you so nervous?"

Draco's resentful eyes stared at him, "Wayne, if you want to laugh, just laugh. You won't be able to laugh even if you want to laugh soon."

Most people really can't laugh at the cake they made by their arch-rivals.

However, Vincent is not an ordinary person, and he even welcomes the Malfoy family to share the cake.

When the magic communicator with complete functions is officially released, the shameless man who comes to share the cake will not be able to laugh.

Not only can't laugh, but you will also cry particularly ugly.

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