Sure enough, it's a child......
Although he usually behaves very cold, once he is stimulated, does he break his work......
It's not that I'm paying special attention to him, but it's because he has a compelling potential and a high profile for his little gang......
Ravenclaw and Slytherin had taken a lot of their classes together, which meant that Malfoy had a lot of time dangling in front of my eyes - I have to admit that even in the midst of malicious mockery, his good physical genes still made him look a little special.When he was in the history of magic, Professor Binns began to murmur again that no one could hear clearly, basically announcing that it was time for self-study and self-talk, Malfoy and his small gang had sorted out their own affairs, discussed the recent news in the wizarding world, and when everything that could be used as a topic of conversation was over, the activity of satirizing Malford's arch-nemesis Harry began habitually.The history of magic is boring, but it's interesting to actually study.I was holding "Tracing the Origins of Dark Arts in the 16th Century" - the book had "Dark Magic" in its title, and the content was not very suitable for 13-year-olds, but there was a note from Professor Binns, who had been confused most of the time, and I just got it from the library.The reason I like this book is because I'm reading it right now and Malfoy is arguing with me.To be precise, it wasn't Malfoy who was arguing with me, it was the henchmen around him—not just Crabbe and Goyle—who were arguing with me.Whenever Malfoy said something in an aristocratic manner, his followers erupted in some wanton laughter.I glanced over and made eye contact with Malfoy—the one I had always avoided with them, and this was the second time I had made eye contact with him since the night of school.Malfoy's eyes narrowed, and I knew he sensed the undisguised impatience and contempt in my eyes, and then he raised an eyebrow, as if remembering that I had mocked him once, and he put away the smug expression he had just put away, and stood up with the arrogance of a noble pure-blood.Just as the bell rang for the end of class, he passed through the hurried departure of the crowd, leaving behind some puzzled followers, walked to my desk, and said maliciously: "Dead nerd, did you just stare at me?"
”I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to give Danchi and Benelli, who seemed to be limited and wary, a lazy look, and told them to go first.Danqi looked at Malfoy, and a few of the Slytherin students who came after him viciously, and then at me, as if he weighed the combat strength of the two sides, and said, "You're in a good mood today." ”patted Benelli, and the two of them left first, and before leaving, they persuaded Professor Binns, who felt a little uneasy about the commotion.I'm in a good mood today, and through a few days of unharmed contact with the professors, I find that I seem to be more and more integrated into the world, or rather, I am relieved of the order here, and the sudden feeling of vertigo and discomfort that day does not happen again.This morning, in particular, I borrowed a note from Professor Binns, and after arguing for a while from Mrs.
Pinns, I borrowed the book ("Of course first-year students can read it!").
The focus of this book is on the history of black magic, the history of magic, not black magic, I can read it!
I'm going to study the history of magic!
”Of course, I'm happy to study black magic. ）I also had a small exchange with Hermione, who had also come to borrow the book, and there had been so many direct encounters with these important people, and I was still alive - the danger seemed to be temporarily lifted.I'll admit I got a little carried away.Even Malfoy's move to find trouble was so cute to me at the moment.Welcome, welcome!
After a moment's distraction, it occurred to me that Malfoy was still waiting for me to respond to his provocation.After thinking about it, I stood up and wanted to speak, only to find that standing up seemed like a subtle provocation.I was half a head taller than Malfoy, and when I stood up, it was hard to maintain the image of him with his chin up and contempt, but instead looked at me with his face up.He also realized this, snorted unconvinced, and took half a step back, leaving my close-range height advantage suppression.I looked at his pale gray eyes and smiled, "Too insolent to look stupid, Draco Malfoy." ”Bites down on the Malford tone, hinting at his pureblood.Malfoy was a little surprised, as if surprised that someone would dare to speak to him like this after being surrounded.Then, there was another wave of vertigo......
But it's not as serious as last time, and Malfoy and I have crossed paths for so long, and the impact is only the ghosting in front of my eyes, and the voice is a little hazy.It seems that my fit with the world is increasing......
Does that mean that there will be more places where I can meddle over time?
But I don't have that plan yet......
The fate of each person is predestined, and I am not arrogant enough to make my own decisions to change their due trajectory and compete with them for the joys, sorrows, and sorrows they deserve......
I decided before I came to this Hogwarts.Slowly, I suddenly felt a little weak about the conclusion I had reached: I was influenced after I warned Malfoy not to be too arrogant and stupid, doesn't that mean that this guy should be like this?
As I thought about it, my eyes slowly regained my focus, and Malfoy stepped forward and stood in front of me, holding my copy of "Tracing the Dark Arts of the 16th Century" in one hand."
Professor Binns doesn't read the title of the book and just criticizes it."
Malfoy said indignantly at the sight of the three words of the dark arts, and began to flip through the book.AhhI didn't have time to stop it, I actually wanted to stop it, really.The illustrations with a special spell that seemed to be close to me began to move on their own as the pages turned, and the bloody, vicious, and violent magical projections of the book surrounded those who came into contact with the book, accompanied by an unbearable stench that matched the contents—the first time I opened it in front of the bookshelf, it happened to be the chapter on the massacre, and suddenly the floor of the library was covered with stumps and severed arms, and blood donations covered the ankles.
The bright Hogwarts library was reflected in the dark red blood, and even I shuddered at the sight, so didn't I see that I put it on the table while reading and try not to touch it?
There is a reason why the forbidden book is called a forbidden book—and at this moment, the pampered Young Master Malfoy was shocked without any defense, and he didn't know what kind of anti-human, bloody and nightmarish content he saw, and his whole face was distorted.I quickly snatched the book and put it away, lest he slip and throw it on the ground.Malfoy began to retch, as if he wanted to throw up, but it was lunch time, and everyone had nothing in their stomachs, and nothing could be vomited.The attendants, who had been watching the play just now, noticed that it seemed to be a reversal of form, and surrounded them one after another, and Crabbe and Goyle even put on a posture of beating people.The author has something to say: space prevents Vincent's admonition (spitting) about Malfoy's hubris, meaning the guy has to stay that way?
(Otherwise, a calm, dark-bellied, truly noble Malfoy would have made Harry even more anxious......
Oh no, Malfoy's stupidity made it impossible for Vincent to stop ∑ (っ°Д°; っ Chapter 7 The first time I dealt with the followers, I seemed to smell something, and at the moment I was gearing up and ready to move, is this going to be a fight?
I don't want to be beaten......
It's been about five minutes since class ended, and the students have all run to the auditorium, and the hallways are empty.I just refused Danqi's help.,Originally, I was going to practice it with the magic I had recently practiced.。
But just now I was "shaken" by the order's warning, and I realized that I was overconfident in how much I fit into the world.Hoisted by his own petard......
It's not hard to solve these big guys with magic, but it's a lot of fun when the teacher notices them like this.I didn't pay attention to this, but for the sake of safety, I had to give up the most convenient way to deal with the impending violence after school.I secretly moved my wrist and decided to get Malfoy done first.Little Malfoy was trying to suppress his disgusting expression at this time, probably thinking that I had embarrassed him, and now he was a little annoyed: "What have you been studying all day?
Freak!
”As an 11-year-old little magician, I feel that this duty of his "freak" is just.As for the brutal black magic, I can't say that I like it, but if there is such a book, I will not refuse.I smiled sinisterly, one in one hand, jumped over the desk, grabbed Malfoy's shoulder, and pressed the tip of my wand against his neck, "Get out of the way, get out of the way." ”I said to Crabbe, "I still want to eat." ”Malfoy's throat moved, and it seemed he didn't want to eat.Seeing that Crabbe hesitated for a moment and didn't move, Malfoy said softly, "Listen to him." ”The two big guys, Crabbe and Goyle, got out of the way, and then the two people behind got out of the way.I walked out of the classroom with Malfoy in my arms in this classic hostage-taking position, and the people behind me didn't follow.Walking out of the classroom, I let go of the hostage to leave, and the hostage Malfoy wiped his neck with the back of his hand: "Who are you going to threaten if you put your wand against such a deadly place?"
”I was stunned, I subconsciously pressed against his neck, but I didn't think about it, resisting his neck is the result of your life and death, this move is really no deterrent among 11-year-old children......
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Malfoy again, he didn't feel nervous at all, he was looking at me coldly, compared to the flamboyant little boy just now, he really looked like a noble pure-blood.Tricked by a little boy......
"Then why did you let Crabbe get out of the way?"
”I'm a little curious."
I don't dare give my life," Malfoy lifted his chin, fully reverting to his trademark contempt, "into the hands of a crazy man." ”It seems that my book saved my first hijacking experience......
I rubbed my nose and thanked "Tracing the Dark Arts of the 16th Century" in my heart, and I didn't care about the arrogant expression of the little wizard Malfoy, and turned away.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I used to stay up late at night, and my roommates were used to spending time alone in the common room while everyone was sleeping.I opened the book "Tracing the Origins of the Black Arts of the 16th Century" in my hand, felt the disgusting and disgusting taste, and by the way, I also caught a glimpse of the magical scenes brought by the book (if there is any difference from the 3D projection I have there, it is that the projection made by magic is real to the point of being a little distorted)......
I couldn't stand it, I still didn't have the perseverance to hold it, so I had to put it on the table and turn it page by page.When you think of Malfoy, you won't leave any psychological shadows......
The laws of the Muggle world are very strict about the spread of violent and bloody images, and I don't know what the attitude of wizards is towards these things......
However, judging from the strict control of library-related books, it is estimated that the management is also very cautious.I had probably finished the rest of the two hours, during which I had experienced the organ sacrifice of a group of blood-coated Indians, their images setting up a campfire in the Ravenclaw common room, howling something with absolutely joint-breaking dance steps - thankfully the book doesn't restore the sound, because judging by the way they tug at their vocal cords, the song is definitely not pleasant.And the chapter on seizing the power of the black cat was so crooked, that the moment I turned the page, it was almost a mess of meat sauce spread out on the paper, and the indescribable smell (or smell like something had happened in a chemistry lab) hit my face and made my head dizzy.But with the performance of this pile of meat sauce lying there lifelessly, this can even be said to be a relatively peaceful scene in the book.After reading the last chapter about the torture of the Dark Arts interrogation, I felt that I needed some fresh air, my mind was full of vicious curses and brutal methods, and it would definitely not end well if I went back to sleep.I closed the book and stood by the window in the lounge without feeling much help to me, and finally decided to go to the dark, empty castle of the castle to relax.So I went back to my bedroom and put my books away, then removed all the things that marked the college from me, walked through the Ravenclaw common room, gently pushed open the door to the Ravenclaw dormitory, and slipped out into the hallway of the castle.Bronze Eagle suddenly spoke up and told me not to wander around the Ravenclaw, as Peeves seemed to be on the same page tonight with which portrait of the ghost.I was startled, for I hadn't seen it talk to anyone other than when I walked through the door, but before I could come up with a decent reply, the Bronze Eagle was back to looking ahead with its usual saggy, serious statue.I didn't talk, I said thank you and went down the stairs.As I walked alone in the castle, the moonlight reflected in the corridor through the arched windows in the corridor, and it suddenly felt like a waste of the view that no one appreciated every night: quiet, quiet, and above all, the stupid brain waves of the students who didn't croak.Chapter 8 The third year of the night tour in the quiet castle has an unavoidable problem, that is, all the sounds will be magnified countless times in the moonlight that almost stands still in time, just like now, after getting used to the lonely atmosphere in the castle, I feel that the sound of the rubbing of the robes is simply deafening, and it is very deafening, and it is very detrimental to the beauty of the present.Such a castle seems to be beautiful everywhere.I wandered from corridor to hallway, speculating about every thought that came to me without sleeping—would they report it to the teacher?
I immediately thought that this was unlikely, that most of them had spent too much time hanging on the wall, and that the days after that were destined to be even longer and boundless, and that they were probably not in the mood to inform the teacher because of my "little wizard's" midnight outing.Around the next corner, a wizard holding up a monocle even gestured to remind me that there was someone in front of me.I hesitated between going back and looking at it, and finally I didn't go back the way I came, probably because the night in the castle had put me in such a good mood, but I slowly approached, approached, and held on to a candlestick in the corner, and then I found that the portrait above me made the same probe looking out, even more nervous than I was......
I said, why don't you just run to the next frame?
Lonely people in the painting.I shrugged my shoulders and glanced quickly behind the corner, and at a glance I spotted the guy the wizard had warned me to watch out for—that gleaming head was too eye-catching.Malfoy looked stylish with his hands in his pockets and leaning against the window frame to look at the sky.The problem was that the window was too tall, and the eleven-year-old little Malfoy was a bit short, so it seemed more appropriate for him to lie on the edge of the window and look at the moon—but everyone knew that the haughty Young Master Malfoy didn't care to make such a cute or stupid move.I was about to leave, but at this time he happened to move his head, and then he found me next to me.I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to be just passing by, not planning to communicate too much with him."
Hey, White."
Malfoy stopped me, and surprised me a little, after all, he had been a little unpleasant with me during the day."
What?"
Out of politeness, I stopped.He opened his mouth, but still swallowed the words on his lips, then frowned, and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, you can leave quickly."
Don't stay with me, lest you be found out and trouble me. ”I turned around and walked away, and after walking a little way, I looked back to see that the place where the moonlight was pouring by the window was empty, and the little blonde boy had left.I stopped and thought about it, and then I realized it in hindsight.Was he frightened by the horrific and painful scene of the hellish blood sacrifice and broken arm in that book?
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I slammed my fist on my palm, and it was probable that, judging from this time, it was obvious that I had woken up from a nightmare before coming out for a walk.So, the second question, should I, who has provided teenagers with violent and bloody books that can cause psychological shadows, pay attention to the follow-up questions?
I scratched my head, thought about solving the problem for a moment, and realized that the first solution that jumped into my mind was a book.Of course, books can solve all problems – if you are willing to read and think.I made up my mind, went to the owl hut, borrowed the owls from the school (which was a bit difficult because at this point in time, the owls were all out to have fun, and few were still honestly on the beams), and sent a few post office orders for counseling.As for whether he will watch it after buying it back, it's not my problem.I whistled and the problem was solved.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- two years passed quickly.It's worth mentioning that, haha, I'm sorry, but I'm still one of the oldest people.I'm satisfied, probably because I like the feeling of people having to look up to me......
When I'm too lazy to communicate with others—that is to say, most of the time—I like to find such boring pleasures to amuse myself, and occasionally I still get lonely, I'll admit.For obvious reasons, I was homeless after the holidays.Until Ms.
White's killer surfaces, I don't think it's wise to rush back to the house that gave me less than ten minutes of memory.Coupled with the fact that there is a high probability that he didn't realize that there was still me who slipped through the net, there was no need for me to remind him that he needed to take another person's life.Professor Flitwick talked to me about where I would go for the summer holidays before Christmas in my first year, and implicitly tried to see if it was possible for me to find my father and raise me.But we both knew it was impossible, or Ms.
White wouldn't have been called Ms.
White by the neighbors, but Mrs.
Something—and it was clear that she wanted to get rid of her past as the father of the child.Ms.
White had no relatives in her family, and there were indications that Vincent White had grown up to the age of 11 and was an orphan and widow with Ms.
White.In the end, my heartless roommate Beneli Hornby and his warm-hearted family took me in.The school didn't stop me from living somewhere other than my own home, because unlike Harry, who had some protective spell about blood and a gang of outlaws who wanted to hunt him down, and no one wanted my life on the spur of the day - well, if that were the case, the murderer of the White family bloodshed might have to protest.So to make sure that the Hornby family didn't get involved with me, that is, to know if there would be a killer outside the school who was still worried about my life (which sounds ridiculous, but I had to be just in case), I didn't stay at school during the Christmas break, but spent four days alone in London to test my safety.On the fifth day, Professor Flitwick found me on the roof of an apartment building with a blank face - a very serious expression on Professor Flitwick - Professor Flitwick knew what was going on in my house before the start of the first year, so he quickly realized what I was doing, and he rebuked me (without forgetting to cast a warming spell on me): "You've been wandering alone in a place where no one is looking for more than ten days, and seven of them are still lying in the hotel, and it's clear that no one is chasing your ass and wants your life!"
I'm still freezing on the streets at Christmas, and I don't know how you became the top student in our college.Let's go, throw those breads away, and we'll go to school......
It's so cold outside, and you're not afraid to freeze yourself. ”I obediently threw all the things I had painstakingly gotten from Muggles on the roof of the building, and followed Professor Flitwick around Diagon Alley......
I sighed at the bread and water that had been thrown on the roof, it would be difficult to get anything out of Muggles without magic and pounds.Later, Professor Flitwick changed his mind, and after sending a message in a hurry, he took me directly to Hornby's house, and the rest of the matter was omitted, and the Bellini family was gentle and welcoming, and I rubbed into their house during the school holidays, during which Dange and other friends would come to visit.Fortunately, none of these people were highlighted by Rowling, so it was not easy for me to think that I was a relatively abrupt existence in this world when I saw them.Also, I later learned that Benelli's mother, Alina Hornby, was an Oro, which eased my worries about the problems that might cause trouble for their family.In summary, on such a peaceful and peaceful day, one day during the summer vacation after the end of my second year, Professor Flitwick came to visit me and offered to take me back to White's house to have a look, "I may have a clue", which was a reasonable but unexpected request to me, which surprised me quite a bit.In fact, Professor Flitwick probably didn't have any clues, as we had slipped through a few breathing charms to 10 Fran Street, where the ownerless White house had taken a few turns and found nothing but the homeless people who had made their home in the house.Professor Flitwick looked at me with an unnatural look.He's hiding something, and it seems like he's a little disapproving of bringing me back here, but he also wants me not to question him.So I didn't ask anything.You'll find out sooner or later.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It's the third year, and I'm going to forget that there's going to be something on the train.- The Dementors arrived.I stared at the ragged, ghostly figure outside the door, a little curious.What do I think of?
What is the most painful and unpleasant thing in my heart?
To my faint disappointment, the Dementors didn't come in, and Danqi pulled out something that disgusted it, so it dropped its twig-like hand against the glass and floated away."
The bones of the black cat," Danqi shook the thing in his hand, a small black stick, and grinned with satisfaction, seeing this scene, "You know, ward off evil spirits......
However, the power is not great, and it is estimated that it will have little effect. ”Danqi habitually pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of things, and while throwing the bones at me, "Take it, I still have a piece of my own." ”Benelli coveted: "What about mine?
”Dan Qi dragged down his luggage and rummaged through things, obviously looking up information about the Dementors, and said nonchalantly: "You are probably the least likely to be attacked by the Dementors......
No, this is potions......
Besides, people who stay with their classmates honestly during the day and at night are basically not dangerous. ”The word "evening" is reinstated.It seems that my behavior of sneaking out to watch the night view often in the past two years is too arrogant......
Even Danqi noticed it, and it is estimated that the professors also knew it.Whatever, though.I was a tragic child who witnessed the death of his mother.Go out for a walk at night, and the sadness card does not need to be used in vain.Benelli heard that Dan Qi was laughing at him for being heartless and not a good ration for the Dementors, and he got into a verbal fight with Dan Qi.No one noticed a figure running through the hallway, and I watched his old robe tumble away, it must have been Professor Lupin.His Defence Against the Dark Arts class was a special practice class for Rowling Harry's double certification, and I looked at his back in the distance, and I was a little looking forward to the start of school.The author has something to say: 1.
Eleven years old, the age that will be scared when you look at Conan [Chang Xiang Face].2.
I've read a lot of popular science posts, and I'm confused, but I still haven't figured out what color Draco's hair should be.It's golden, it doesn't matter if it's dark gold, light gold, or white gold=,=.PS, I don't need to reply to tell me what color it is.Let this question be a mystery in my mind forever XD Chapter 9 The second time I dealt with this semester this semester and what bothered me a little was that the professors looked at me at first glance with a bit of a complication, and then they all quickly adjusted up and taught us the same class.I was a little baffled, first Professor Flitwick came over and pulled me to White's house on Fran Street, and then this one.What have I done in the past two years?
The first thing I thought of was that I had violated the school rules more than a hundred times and wandered around the castle in the middle of the night.However, this speculation was quickly dismissed.Well, in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupin recognized people by name, muttered Vincent White, and turned his gaze in reply, his expression was a little tangled.There are many kinds of tangled expressions, I don't know when my roommate stole and ate all the cookies, I secretly ate my roommate's cookies and found out that the sandwich was mustard, I ate my roommate's cookies and found out that it was the only memorial left by his grandmother, etc., etc., etc.......
Ahem, the point is not on roommates and cookies, the point is that there are many kinds of entanglements, and I'm not good at distinguishing between them.It wasn't long before Malfoy learned from Malfoy where the teachers' strange attitude towards me came from, and I vaguely understood that Professor Lupin's tangle probably lay in the fact that when he saw me, he inevitably remembered one of his roommates, and that roommate, as everyone believed, threw the biscuits that the other three men had given him on the ground and crushed them to pieces with his feet.Anyway, Professor Lupin was distracted twice the first time we gave a lesson, but luckily, he quickly adjusted.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Since the events of "Tracing the Origins of Black Arts in the 16th Century" - It was the only conversation I had with Malfoy (not counting the one we met in the middle of the night)—and after that, I didn't have much to do with him.I've always been too lazy to deal with people, and my Ravenclaw classmates don't talk to me much, let alone the blonde boss of Slytherin.But......
What is he doing here?
On an ordinary evening, with a defiant "I know what you don't know" grin, Malfoy's arrogant guy blocked my staring into the night......
Moreover, how did he find the observatory?
Could it be that I thought that my whereabouts were quite secluded have become common knowledge that everyone knows?
I lay on the cold floor, shifting my gaze to the part of the starry sky that wasn't in the way of Drach Malfoy's head.Malfoy wasn't going to give up his chance to show off because of my ignorance, and he opened up in his usual triumphant tone, "It's nice to be treated differently by the professors these days, White?"
White who is not white at all, white who is pitch black......
"In front of your pale face, no one will be embarrassed to say that they are white."
Seeing that I did not realize the subtle hint that seemed to him, Malfoy said ostentatiously, "I did not tell anyone else—neither Crabbe nor Goyle......
You have to thank me.However, although none of the professors will say anything, once the school board knows about it, not to mention staying in the school and being treated differently by the professors, your next stop will be Azkaban. ”Self-righteous little boy......
I withdrew my gaze from the night, looked at his blonde hair, pale brown eyes, and pale face, and thought about beating him up without leaving a trace—I hate people who talk a lot of nonsense.But now, I was too lazy to move, so I simply closed my eyes and kept Malfoy out of sight."
Yes, yes.I'm sorry to keep it a secret for you after I found out. ”Malfoy easily felt offended and angry.Apparently you've found something to show off to me, not even Crabbe and Goyle."
Vincent Black, I'm going to tell my dad that there's a fugitive son lurking in our school.Just wait for the Dementors to kiss you!
”Malfoy pointed at me, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.Sue parents?
…… This is your worst trick......
Really, little kids........................
No, what did you just call me?
Chapter 10 Black and White watched an annoyed Malfoy hurrying to leave, which was not good.Because the little boy who is angry is very destructive, and I have a lot to ask him.I sat up, raised my wand, took aim, and petrified one.…… Bingo.Malfoy stood upright, slumping stiffly to the ground.I lamented his stupidity, how could anyone in the wizarding world leave their backs to someone who was clearly not a friend?
Rising from the ground, I habitually patted my robe, only to realize that no dust would get on my robe on a clean observatory.I walked past Malfoy, closed the observatory door, and crouched down next to Malfoy, who glared at me."
You're in a hurry.I didn't have time to bring my followers with me. ”I felt uncomfortable squatting, so I simply sat down on the ground and said to him, "So that thing must be on you right now — for you to get my mother's ex......
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Or one of the predecessors is something with the surname Blake for this conclusion. ”After I explained, I started the body search.Now that the weather is still warm and everyone wears light materials, I have an intuitive understanding of Malfoy's relatively healthy physical condition, and I am puzzled: it is neither dry and skinny, nor a pile of fat meat, but on the contrary, a very well-proportioned body.I can't imagine that Malfoy's little palace-like home has a treadmill with magic starts, dumbbells, and so on, and then he works out every day like a normal urban youth......
What a strange scene.Quidditch balls are not as workout as Muggle sports......
If you want me to say, there are no wizards who need to exercise to be put together with high-IQ programmers who sit still every day.Just then, I felt something in a hidden pocket on the inside of my robe, interrupting me about how to clean up......
How to reconcile with Malfoy.A photo.