Hogwarts Card Drawer

After the potions class is the spell class. Spells are always the best topic in private conversations; usually in order to minimize the risk of eavesdropping, people always do a lot of protection work, such as moving around.

However, today there is a godsend: the cooing bullfrogs and croaking crows filled the whole room; there was heavy rain outside the house, and the raindrops hit the classroom windows with a croaking sound.

"You told the old woman in Umbridge that Harry and the others were about to form an underground organization?" Cronos whispered to Draco, and he couldn't remember who told the secret in the original book.

"Me?" Draco held the frog so tightly with one of his hands, his eyes were protruding, and he hurriedly put it on the table.

"I won't take the initiative to find the old woman in Umbridge." Draco was dissatisfied and pushed his hand into the bucket on the side to wash the frog's liquid vigorously.

"Then why did you almost fight with Neville Longbottom just before the potions class?" Cronos asked next.

"How do I know?" Draco was also puzzled. "I didn't mess with him. I just said that Weasley's father needs to go to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital to have a look at his head. He looks like crazy. I jumped over."

"Oh!" Chronos replied with no emphasis. If he said that, Chronos would understand that Neville's parents were insane due to the heart-drilling curse, and they are still at the St. Mungo Magic Hospital. Stay away!

"Didn’t I tell you not to go to the Gryffindor? It’s silent." Cronos pointed at Draco’s frog with his wand, and it shrank silently. "Anyway, now Don't take the initiative to find people in Gryffindor."

"I don't think he will listen to you." Daphne said at the right time. "He is not stupid. He knows what he is doing. No sound."

The crow that was still croaking on the desktop just now lost its voice, but the crow's sharp mouth was still closed.

"Very well, Miss Astoria!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice startled them. "Now let me see how you are doing? Mr. Malfoy?"

"Wh...what...oh...oh, okay, okay." Draco was embarrassed. "Um... silently!"

He went straight down and almost pierced the bullfrog's eye; the bullfrog screamed and fell off the table.

So, as they expected, Draco's homework had a silent spell.

Because the rain is too heavy, the students can stay here until the end of get out of class. The classroom was very noisy. Pepy Ghost wandered in the crowded classroom on the first floor, throwing an ink ball on a student's head from time to time.

"I don't know where they are practicing the defensive spell." Daphne Ruoyuowu said in Chronos' ear.

"Why, do you want to study too?" Cronos asked.

"That's not the case, I'm just worried that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts class will pass the O.W.L. exam." Daphne put down the quill in her hand with a worried expression on her face.

"You know, compared to the profession of a teacher, he is more like an undercover undercover for the Ministry of Magic at Hogwarts. She doesn't know how to teach at all. She just lets us read those useless books day after day." Daphne complained.

"Okay. It's hard to find a teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it's not a matter of a day or two, otherwise we wouldn't change a teacher a year." Cronos comforted.

In the next two weeks, everyone felt some subtle changes in the castle. For example, when eating in the auditorium, in addition to the Slytherin long table, the students at the other three long tables are always very tacitly lacking.

Harry's change was the most significant, his head held high, as if he was carrying an amulet on his chest.

An exciting secret supported him to finish Umbridge's class, and even made him look attentive when looking at Umbridge's disgusting protruding eyes.

He and DA resisted her right under Umbridge's nose, doing exactly what she and the Ministry of Magic feared the most. When he pretends to read in class, he will recall with satisfaction the recent meeting of DA.

Recall how Neville successfully disarmed Hermione’s weapon, how Colin Crevey mastered the obstacle curse after three lessons, and how Parvati Petil used a perfect smashing curse to put the table. The sight glass turned into dust.

And the first Quidditch game of the season is coming soon. The morning of the game was bright and cold. When Cronos woke up, he saw Draco sitting upright on the bed with his hands on his knees, staring at the sky intently.

"Work hard." Cronos didn't say much, but he patted Draco **** the shoulder.

When they arrived, the hall was almost full, and everyone was talking loudly, and the atmosphere was warmer than usual. As they walked past the Slytherin table, the drum noise suddenly increased.

Cronos saw that, except for the green and silver scarves and hats they usually wore, each of them was wearing a silver badge, shaped like a crown.

At Gryffindor, their players also received a warm welcome. Everyone wore red and gold costumes. But instead of plucking up Ron’s courage, the welcome seemed to let him vent his last breath. He slumped on the nearest bench with his expression as if facing his last meal.

The first game was a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The atmosphere of the castle can be imagined. For some reason, many people in Slytherin laughed and waved to Ron~www.readwn.com~ When they hurriedly walked across the lawn on the **** to the gymnasium, the frosty weeds were struck by them. Rattle. There is no wind today, and the sky is pure pearly white, which shows that there is no sun dazzling problem today, and the visibility is high.

"I'm leaving now. See you on the game." Cronos didn't go into the players' lounge with Draco, where they changed their clothes.

Cronos stepped up the steps. They could hear hundreds of footsteps on the benches in the auditorium. Some people are singing, although Cronos can't hear the words.

He didn’t know it was a god, he also started to feel nervous, but he knew that his nausea was far less intense than Ron’s. He saw Ron holding his stomach and staring straight ahead blankly, his jaw splayed. His face was pale.

The Slytherin team entered, Malfoy stood aside, the sun shining on his blond hair. He smirked against Harry's gaze, poking the crown-shaped badge on his chest.

"Captain, shake hands." When Monta and Angelina walked to the other side, the referee Madam Hooch ordered. Chronos dare to say Monta wanted to crush Angelina's fingers, even though Angelina didn't. Back down. "Get on the broom..."