This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early Sunday morning, Draco woke up from his sleep with a refreshed spirit.

Ah - Hogwarts' Warrior, what a glorious title!

He put on a high-end custom-made white shirt and carefully looked over his soft blonde hair in front of the mirror.

Nearly an hour later, Crab and Gole woke up one after another, and he was patiently tidying up the neckline of his silk shirt.

"Draco? What are you doing?"

"Keep elegant and decent dressing," Draco said, pinning the silver snake-shaped sleeves to the cuffs of his shirt.

Crab approached and saw Draco's face that seemed to be glowing.

He subconsciously started, "Draco, are you too exaggerating?"

"Exaggeration?" Draco turned his face and looked at the two sleeping men with hair like chicken coops. "Look at you damn ghosts. We are noble pure-blooded wizards and must always be elegant and decent."

After saying that, he got up and opened his wardrobe, picked two sets of clothes from it and threw them to them.

"Go and wear it quickly. If the size is not appropriate, use a deformer to adjust it."

Crab and Goll stared at each other blankly.

Didn’t they just become Hogwarts’ Warriors? They don’t have to change their appearance together, right?

"You can change it now!"

The boss has spoken, what else can be done if you are a younger brother?

However, the feel of this dress is really good, light, thin and soft, and it is the top high-end fabric at first glance.

Nearly an hour later, Draco, wearing a colonel robe, walked out of the dormitory with his two younger brothers.

It's around 8 a.m., and there are only a few students in the Slytherin common room, most of whom go to the auditorium for breakfast.

Draco leaned his head slightly and passed by several students slowly.

His lazy eyes looked around, as if he was patrolling his territory.

It was not until the three left the common room that several students recovered.

"I'm not dazzled? Was that Malfoy just now?"

"It's only him."

Outside the Slytherin dormitory was a dark and damp dungeon, and a few steps forward was their dean's office.

From a distance, Draco saw the office door being pushed open from the inside, and then he saw their dean's gloomy face.

"Malfoy, come in."

Draco turned his head and winked at the two younger brothers, asking them to wait outside obediently.

He walked into Snape's office gracefully and calmly, and a heart-wrenching roar came from it after a moment.

"Impossible! I won't receive Wayne's training even if I beat him to death!"

Crab and Goll, who were staying outside, looked at each other.

Snape actually wants Draco to receive Wayne's training?

Did even their dean surrender to the tyranny of Wayne's school director?

"My dad will definitely not agree!" Another heart-wrenching roar came from inside.

After this sound, the office became completely silent.

A few minutes later, Draco, who was ashamed, finally came out.

He lost the grace and calmness he had just now, and he was in a daze.

"Draco?"

"Ho-Ho-Ho-" His laughter was a little crazy, and he smiled and showed an expression of wanting to eat people.

Crab and Goll subconsciously retreated.

As usual, they were beaten.

However, Draco did not take action this time, but just said coldly, "Let's go."

Before they arrived at the auditorium, the three of them heard joyful laughter coming from inside.

I walked in quickly and found that there was an extra banner hanging on the wall.

"Warm celebrating Mr. Malfoy's election as the Warriors of Hogwarts, Gryffindor Academy here to offer its most sincere blessings!"

There is also a photo in the middle of the banner, which is a white and clean little dog.

Draco's eyes turned dark and he almost fainted from anger.

Stay stable! Be sure to stay steady!

This is just a trick that cannot be on the table. He is a warrior now. He must have a demeanor and never bother with them.

"Hmm--" Draco swayed and led his two little brothers toward the Slytherin table.

The joyful laughter suddenly disappeared, and the students started to whisper curiously.

The little lions responded the most, especially the twins who hung the banners on them by themselves.

It seems that you have to be a little hard-working.

The number one manure egg is ready, the number two smelly fart bullet is loaded,

As the twins were aiming for a launch, Mrs. Maxim took Busbaton's students into the auditorium.

Furong no longer covered her face with a scarf, and most of the boys' eyes were attracted by her.

This is a good opportunity to launch, but unfortunately it can't be shot.

Boothbaton is a guest. Although the twins are naughty, they know how to behave.

Mrs. Maxim looked at the banner hanging on the wall and came to the staff table alone with some confusion.

Her student came to the Gryffindor table to sit down. Furong looked at the picture of the little puppy and turned her head toward the Slytherin table with a puzzled look.

"Hermione, when did the warriors in your school become dogs?"

Hermione explained to her in a low voice.

If someone tells you that you can pull out your wand, can you be elected as a Warrior with such psychological qualities?

Furong looked at Draco's uncertain face from afar, "Uh-- the two warriors in your school have such a big holiday?"

Hermione nodded helplessly, "It was actually fine when she first entered the school. Later, after half a semester, they became like enemies."

Furong held back her smile, "That's great - no, I mean it's so regrettable."

It seems that even if the two Hogwarts' warriors don't kill each other, they will never unite and cooperate.

For her, this is great news.

Seeing Furong laughing hard, Hermione wanted to say something several times but wanted to say something.

After thinking about it carefully, she thought it would be better to say it out.

"That... Vincent took over the task of training them."

"who?"

"Vincent."

Furong's face couldn't hide her smile and disappeared in an instant, "Your boyfriend?"

Hermione said "um" softly.

“Merde!”

After a classic French national swear word, Furong looked at Vincent opposite with a bitter face.

James, who felt good about himself, thought she was looking at him, so he threw a charming look at him.

Alfred shook his head and slapped him on the forehead, "Wake up, I'm reading Lao Wen."

James looked at Vincent, who was eye contact with Furong, and opened his mouth and bit off a large piece of toast.

"Afu, why do you think this kind of good thing is always not my turn?"

Alfred pointed to his mouth full of crumbs, "Jane, before daydreaming, I suggest you better look in the mirror first."

James opened his mouth angrily and bit off another large mouthful of toast.

What does Ah Fu know about this bird man? He is not sloppy, it is clearly his true nature.

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