The bell rang for the end of class, signaling the end of this ancient magic course, most of the students were still unsatisfied, this course was indeed difficult, but it was also really interesting, and most of the people who were confident to choose this course were Ravenclaw College students, for those who love knowledge, after the difficulty is aside, the rest should be fun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You go first. Pansy, who was in her seat, waved her hand to Malfoy, "I have a few more questions for the professor. ”

"You're stealing my lines. Malfoy looked at Pansy with a strange expression, puzzled, even though he had sensed her transformation somewhat, but still a little unaccustomed.

"Is it strange that I'm serious about you?" Pansy gave Malfoy a blank look.

"Then I think asking the professor the same question you are now asking the professor is the same effect. Malfoy shrugged.

"I don't. Pansy pushed Malfoy into his seat in annoyance, as if driving him away.

"Okay, okay, then I happen to have something to do, if you don't understand anything, just ask Professor Barburing, remember to be polite. Malfoy gave Pansy a final wake-up call and quickly left the classroom.

Hermione watched the two of them talk, but Malfoy left soon after the conversation, and she was both sorry and relieved, as for why, maybe only she knew.

Just as Hermione packed up her books related to the Ancient Magic Script course and was about to get up to leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.

"Miss Parkinson, is there anything wrong with you?" Hermione asked in a somewhat cold tone as she sorted out her books, she really couldn't think of why a Slytherin schoolgirl would come to her after class, and she didn't believe that Miss Parkinson's would humbly ask her for anything, whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Malfoy was enough to teach her.

It seemed that Hermione still didn't notice the sourness in her heart, and unconsciously compared it.

However, the provocative words that Hermione had envisioned did not come out of Pansy's mouth, and Hermione glanced up at Pansy, only to find that the expression on her face seemed to be tangled, her eyebrows were tangled, her hands behind her back did not know what she was doing, and one foot stood on tiptoe from the ground from time to time. Regardless, Hermione didn't see a hint of hostility on her face.

Suddenly, Pansy's body leaned forward, Hermione unconsciously held the wand beside her, she still didn't let down her guard, she didn't know what the girl in front of her was going to do to her.

"Thank you. Pansy finally made up her mind, and bowed to Hermione very formally, softly and solemnly.

"Huh?" Hermione, who was ready to fight back at any time, was stunned, she didn't know why Pansy thanked her, the most recent intersection should have been the two of them duel in the dueling club that was not very pleasant, and there was basically no communication after that, Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her had to thank her.

"Thank you for informing the Headmaster that Draco was saved. Pansy continued, and that's what she was here to do.

"He wouldn't be happy to owe someone a favor. Pansy said to Hermione firmly, "So let's take the matter of saving Ron as his reward, the relationship between the three of you is so good, it should be considered a good one." ”

"It has nothing to do with me. Hermione began to put her head down again and sorted out her textbook, and then said, "If it is true that it is true that I helped him last year, it is also a Gryffindor that should have done, and it has nothing to do with who he is, and it is not for any compensation." Hermione paused, then looked up at Pansy and said, "And he saved Ron, it's his own choice, please don't talk about any high-sounding words like retribution." Hermione bit the word "save" very hard, apparently not agreeing with her statement.

"That's the best. Pansy didn't really care, either, "So according to you, I'm just thanking you according to my own wishes, and it's your freedom to accept it or not, and I'm hiding it from him." Pansy seemed to think of something, chuckled secretly, the corners of her mouth inexplicably curled, and turned away.

This conversation between the two completely dispelled Hermione's intention to thank her again.

She could only bite her lip and watch Pansy leave.

The flame of courage that was finally mustered was ruthlessly extinguished, maybe Pansy's words did not directly make her give up, but human courage can only last for a while, and the most impulsive time is over, and this interruption made her decision change again.

Hermione suddenly found that her determination was not as strong as she had imagined, and she was still afraid, but she didn't know where the source of her fear was.

Want to get close but don't dare to get close? Maybe.

The protagonist who bothered her was talking to Mrs. Pince in the library, unaware of how much she had bothered someone.

"Son, what's the matter with you? I think you should be more familiar with this place than I am. Mrs. Pince said to Malfoy with a formulaic smile that was a thousand miles away, and her tone seemed to praise him for his diligence in coming to the library, but in fact there was some sarcasm in it.

She has never seen a student who can read books in the forbidden area without scruples in the first grade, let's see what kind of books he reads, "Cutting-edge Black Magic Decryption", "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic", is this trying to become the second Dark Lord?

What's even more strange is that the principal actually agreed to this hairy boy's behavior, even if she herself couldn't accept it, she could only pretend to turn a blind eye.

Look, he must have used the knowledge of these forbidden books to make such a big mess last semester, and she wouldn't believe that he was manipulated by the Imperius curse, and she felt that the kid in front of her was the culprit.

But the headmaster still didn't punish Malfoy too severely, or not at all, and today he was here again, and it seemed that he was still looking for something for himself, but she didn't think she had any knowledge of those dark arts to let him ask for advice.

"Of course, Mrs. Pince. Malfoy smiled, bowed, and said, "I hope to donate some books to the library, these are some of the precious books I collected during the holidays, and they are meaningful in every way." With that, Malfoy took out a black box and placed it on the table, and with a flick of his palm on it, the box clicked, as if it had triggered some mechanism, and opened it by itself.

Theoretically, Madame Pins wanted the library to have as many books as possible, and she wanted the students of Hogwarts to acquire as much knowledge as possible, but Malfoy's impression of her was so bad that she didn't have any sense of expectation.

Sure enough, when she saw a few large gilded characters on the somewhat torn pages, "Born Noble, Wizard Genealogy", her brow furrowed high.

As she expected, it was not a good book, and it was a book about pure-blooded and noble, and in her opinion, it was just a group of old antiques touting each other's nobility.

"First, I'll have to see if these books have any strange magic. Mrs. Pince's smile narrowed, and she no longer seemed to be amiable as before, she didn't want some evil and messy books in her jurisdiction, like the riots of last semester, didn't the headmaster say what was caused by the diary?

There was a first time, and she naturally had reason to believe a second time.

"Of course. Malfoy smiled and held out his hand in a gesture of please.

It looked like a series of books, and Mrs. Pince picked one up at random, opened it, and read it.

"The noble oldest of the Black family. The characters caught Mrs. Pince's eye, and she couldn't help but laugh, and her sunken cheeks couldn't help but wrinkle slightly.

But the surname Blake reminded her of a few years ago, there were a few students who came to the library to study near the exam, and one of them seemed to be this surname, when there was a very cute little girl helping them review, she was very beautiful, with long crimson hair, and a pair of almond-shaped green eyes, which is also one of the few students she can still remember more than ten years later, gossip is a woman's nature, she couldn't help but look at this small group a few times when she was on patrol, to her surprise, the two who seemed to be the most compatible were not a couple。

What was the man's name?, Mrs. Pince began to try to remember, her sunken eyes became a little misty, Potter?

He didn't look bad, but he was far worse than that Blake, she still remembered that when she saw Blake for the first time, she felt as if she was being grabbed by something, and she felt that if she was a few decades younger, she might fall in love with him at first sight.

Because he is too handsome, a little arrogance has fascinated many girls even more, and she is no exception, but adults can always adjust themselves faster, and they will not be crazy like those little girls, and their minds will soon fade away.

However, that shocking glimpse made her unforgettable after all, which is why her feelings became complicated when she saw this surname.

Gathering her thoughts, she continued to look down.

A coat of arms jumped into her eyes, with two five-pointed stars on the mountain symbol and a long sword below, and the whole formed a shield, and on either side of the shield were two leaping greyhounds, in heraldic terms: "black, the mountain shape between the two stars is the main body, and the sword is the base, silver." What she knew was that it was supposed to be the family coat of arms of the Black family, who were fond of playing with these symbolic things to strengthen the sense of belonging and glory of future generations.

"Hmm.." She stared at the words in the book and began to mumble to herself, "Cialis Black, born.." This was a family member who died young, so no further information was recorded, and he died when he was eight years old.

Mrs. Pince's gaze slid downward, "Phineas Nigelus Black (1847-1926)" She remembered that this man had been the headmaster of Hogwarts, but the reviews were not very good, but as she finished reading about the man's life, the person in the picture suddenly moved, looking at her with a mocking look and a sneer.

"It's just a little shapeshifting magic. "It makes the reader feel more impressed with these people, doesn't it." ”

"Oh. Mrs. Pince nodded noncommittally, her face expressionless, but her fingertips twitched faster and faster, and soon she saw a picture she wanted to see.

- Sirius Black

The dark gray eyes showed a little sharp gaze, with the arrogance and indifference of no one else, and it was best to describe it as unsmiling, this should still be a photo of his youth, full of spirit, and his edges and sharpness had not yet been smoothed out by Azkaban.

"Well, these books should be fine and can be stored in the library. Mrs. Pince quickly closed the book, her tone as cold as before, but the result was surprising to Malfoy's.

People who don't have negative EQ know how to read words and emotions to some extent, and Malfoy, who thought he would be troubled, didn't expect that Mrs. Pince, who didn't look very pleasing to him, would let him get his wish so easily.

"Thank you very much. Malfoy said politely.

This naturally saved him a lot of effort, and some of the preparatory work he had done to avoid being harassed became useless.

"Maybe she's in a good mood these days. The green light also put him in a good mood, and if Malfoy knew the real reason, he might have laughed and cried.

"Anything else?" asked Mrs. Pince, with a hint of impatience in her tone, wondering if it was her own delusion, and Malfoy felt that the librarian in front of him seemed to be impatient to get him away.

"Uh," Malfoy said after a pause, "I don't think so, but I'd like to see these books on the shelves." ”

"Troublesome imp. Mrs. Pince muttered quietly, "Then I'll have to find a spare bookshelf for it." Thinking that the type of family genealogy should be closer to books like historical materials, she got up and walked with Malfoy to the shelves, her eyes wandering, only to find a more free place.

"Here it is. Mrs. Pince said as she looked blankly at a bookshelf, which was empty, but covered with a little dust.

"Clean up. Malfoy immediately cast a spell at this, and the bookshelf immediately became neat, which made Mrs. Pince's expressionless face fluctuate slightly, and if Malfoy looked back, he would find that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"This little ghost doesn't look so unpleasant. Malfoy wouldn't have known that his unintentional move had slightly redeemed some of his image.

For librarians, caring for books should be called an occupational disease, and Mrs. Pince's hatred of students who do not care for books is what makes her feel much better.

"The Weasleys, the Malfoys, the Averies..."

When the last book was placed on the shelf, Malfoy clapped his hands and declared it done.

"Thank you for your wisdom, and I'm sure the students will be happy to learn about the illustrious history of their families. Malfoy bowed slightly, these genealogies are not simply a combination of names and years of birth and death, but also include the main deeds of family members, even photos, etc., more detailed than the records in the family, as for why such detailed information can be obtained, the factor of wealth is inevitable, for these dozens of books Malfoy still spent a lot of energy.

For example, find a woman who was crazy about Blake back then, and buy back his photos at a high price.

Of course, these are smoke bombs, and his real intentions are actually hidden in a book.

As he was leaving, he looked back at the books that had been neatly arranged on the shelves, and thought to himself, "The seed has been planted, and when it will sprout, all that remains is waiting." (To be continued.) )