So I said, "He won't do anything good that doesn't do good." Pen Fun www.biquge.info" Ron said in a low voice to Harry, who was sitting next to him.

"I almost thought he really wanted to help Hagrid. Harry held up the thick Potions textbook and shielded his face from Snape as it was afternoon, and it was Potions class.

It was only later that they learned that Lucius had entered the Ministry of Magic on the basis of this advice, which Fudge declared to be a remarkable contribution.

In fact, Fudge had previously made a compromise in order to obtain a message to save his reputation.

"If you want to say that the contribution is also Hagrid's contribution, does it have anything to do with Malfoy's father?" said Harry, somewhat unconvinced.

"I dare say his dad is spending a lot of money behind his back. Ron speculated maliciously.

Obviously, he guessed right.

For such a pure-blood wizard with a reputation and status, sometimes all that is missing from the wizarding bureaucracy is just a plausible excuse.

Even if there is no Hagrid this time, according to the original trajectory, donating a large fortune to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses will allow Lucius to enter the ranks of officials of the Ministry of Magic.

With a "jump", Ron suddenly found that the back of his head had been hit by a ball of paper.

He looked back, but found no clue

He turned his head again, and saw Snape's hands folded, his gloomy sallow face looking at him condescendingly.

"Miss Jack-of-all-trades, your warnings don't seem to be working, and your friends don't understand your painstaking efforts. Snape didn't keep staring at Ron, but turned his gaze back to Hermione, who was sitting upright at the back table, and said indifferently.

"One person deducted ten points from Gryffindor. Snape sneered happily, then walked in front of Hermione, leaned down to lower his voice, and said in a cold tone: "Remember, I hope this is the last time my personal warehouse is stolen, and Dumbledore's dissuasion will not be useful to me next time, nosy Miss Know-it-all, don't think that the materials you stole this time make me not know what you want to do, next time I find out, it is you who should drink the medicine, I am very much looking forward to what you will say under the effect of the truth elixir." ”

Snape then glared at Hermione viciously, then walked away, dragging his long, somewhat old robe back to the podium, where he continued his lecture.

"Remember, the parotid gland of the black-eyed toad is the main place of venom secretion, if any of you touch it without gloves, and if your skin rots, please dispose of it yourself, I will not waste time for your stupidity. Snape continued to speak in a caustic tone.

"Tell you to release my pigeon, and let you be a hero to save the beauty. In another corner of the classroom, Pansy was intently ravaging the rhizomes of some plants with a knife, cutting them into pieces, and muttering words as if she were imagining them to be someone, venting to someone.

After the last Quidditch match with Hufflepuff, Pansy hurried to look over to the crowd after a short celebration with her teammates, hoping to find Malfoy, but to her endless disappointment, she remembered that Malfoy was still cheering her on in the players' lounge before the game, but disappeared completely after the game.

She knew the rest through Rita Skeeter's report, and even though she knew that the woman was probably talking nonsense, she couldn't control her resentment and jealousy.

"Heroes save beauty? She thought so sourly in her heart, it was the same last year, this time he went to return the girl's favor?

And he didn't even come to congratulate himself, as if winning the championship was an easy thing to do.

Pansy decided to ignore Malfoy and made a fuss about her pettiness.

As for Malfoy's side, it was obvious that he didn't care about the girl's mood at all, from his point of view, there was no need to congratulate him at all, and earlier on, he had pit the seven fire bolts from Fudge, ready to be used by the Slytherin team, Fudge still begged him at that time, but he didn't think that he would lose his wife and soldiers, and pay such a big price, but in exchange for the "voluntary" resignation.

With seven firebow arrows, and training for so long at Christmas, if you can't get the trophy, then you really can't blame anyone.

So he didn't take it to heart.

Because of those "family trees", people in Slytherin House have been terrified, and a small number of students feel that the sky is about to fall, and telling them that Voldemort is a hybrid is enough to make their spiritual pillars collapse.

The facts are contrary to what parents have been teaching and instilling.

Slytherin may be the house with the most dark wizards, but that doesn't mean they're all of them, and if so, Dumbledore's headmaster and even earlier headmasters must have disbanded the house long ago.

It is undeniable that due to its particularity, the words and deeds of parents still have a great impact on the students of this college.

The last time the library incident destroyed this concept, but it also undermined the confidence of many students.

The crushing defeat to Ravenclaw is the strongest proof of this.

In order to regain their confidence, Malfoy had no choice but to do so, and this move also brought him great prestige, if he played in person, it might have been for his own honor, but Malfoy only appeared as a sponsor.

"Honor will ultimately belong to the great Slytherins, not just a few. Malfoy said to the players.

"Is the cult of money really better than the cult of blood?" Malfoy asked himself at the same time, the answer was that he didn't know, but in the current situation, it was very necessary to weaken Voldemort's prestige, and the price was worth it.

As for Pansy, Malfoy doesn't know where he offended her again, so he can only silently attribute it to the mood swings of an adolescent girl.

Malfoy thinks that Pansy will be happy to win the Quidditch trophy, but what he doesn't know is that honor is meant to be shared, and Pansy is happy to win the title, but perhaps more hopefully he will receive his encouragement and praise.

It's not a polite kind of formulaic praise, but in Pansy's expectations, there may be some other "rewards".

He felt that in a few days, Pansy might find another step down and take the initiative to come to him to reconcile, because the end of the semester was approaching, and the exam was approaching.

However, it turned out that Malfoy's reasoning was correct, but the reason was very wrong.

He doesn't know.