After separating from Snape, Malfoy chose to go to the library to spend the rest of his time, and he has not officially announced his return to school, which is not convenient for him to appear in the public eye.

But even in the corner, the girl who knew him very well quickly found him.

Whispering questions, Malfoy could only respond half-truthfully.

When it was time for dinner, the two left the library and walked down the path to the auditorium.

Many of the students were already seated.

There was no dramatic progress.

It's just that occasionally when the first-year freshmen of other colleges stare at him curiously, they will be covered by the prefect.

As for the older students, the houses, including Slytherin, looked at Malfoy with awe and curiosity in their eyes.

After his travels, his temperament has undergone many changes, becoming silent and introverted, and his sense of estrangement and alienation from others has deepened

Only Pansy clinged to him without any hesitation, as if nothing had happened.

Neville looked at the classmate who had helped him, his expression was complicated, his face had lost many circles, and only the vague outline could still recognize the appearance of the little fat man at that time.

"Imperius. ”

"How many times can this reason be used, when are we fools?" Ron angrily kicked the leg of the long table, and a lot of the soup on the plate splashed out.

Hermione subconsciously moved the table and took a few steps back, looking at him with a frown.

Of course, only because of his irrational behavior.

I didn't really want to refute Ron's words.

Because it's really weird.

"Okay, nothing else, let's welcome this classmate back to school. Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to go any further.

The entire auditorium fell into an awkward silence for a moment.

Malfoy still looked the same.

Then the applause suddenly alternated in front of the two long tables.

One was next to Malfoy, and the other was from the Ravenclaw table.

There was a hint of a smile on Luna's lips, ignoring everyone's gaze, clapping her palms and bursting into applause.

Led by the two, others gradually contributed a burst of applause, and the scene was finally not so embarrassing.

But Pansy's eyes immediately began to wander between Malfoy and Luna again.

"Have you met before?" Pansy walked back and forth between him and Luna, a sensitivity that only belongs to girls.

"Who?" Malfoy tried to act as unconcerned.

"The other girl who applauded you, your dance partner. Pansy said with some concern.

"And when do you think it will be? I will meet her?" Malfoy tossed the question back.

Pansy stopped talking.

It's just that at the same time, I was a little speechless in my heart.

Intuition doesn't seem to be the preserve of a certain person, but should be the specialty of a girl like a person.

The dinner was over, and Pansy had prepared a welcome party for him in the Slytherin lounge, but some of the first-year students who had never seen him before looked a little cowered when they saw him.

"No, I think everyone is tired, let's disperse. Malfoy clapped his hands, showing that he was not interested.

Reintegration will take time, and there is no urgent need.

"Doesn't look like you're happy? Draco. Pansy asked keenly.

"Why do you say that? ”

"It may be a little uncomfortable. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, giving such a somewhat perfunctory explanation.

The next day, in the classroom of the Magic Text, Malfoy looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise.

"Although I haven't been in school for a long time, I remember that your elective course should not be this course. ”

Malfoy glanced at Pansy and quipped.

"You're supposed to be in prophecy class now, aren't you coming?"

"Of course, I don't think Trelawney's class is interesting right now. ”

Pansy said against her will, pretending to be listening attentively, tilting her head and looking straight ahead of her.

"Professor Barblin hasn't come yet. Malfoy reminded.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I prepared in advance?" she looked around again.

I made a look of looking forward to it.

"You look better than I am looking forward to this lesson. ”

Malfoy smiled and shook his head.

This was actually the first lesson he had returned to class, but he was not as excited as he imagined, and he was very calm.

"Really? Pansy said deliberately.

It's just that the gaze is still inseparable.

She was afraid that it was a dream.

While the two were talking, Hermione walked into the classroom, found a seat in the first row, and placed the books on the table.

Then Professor Babling entered, wearing only a pale yellow knitted shawl and a lady's handbag.

"In the previous lessons, we systematically learned the practical application of magic scripts. ”

"You might be surprised at what I'm wearing today, because it's very cold outside. ”

"This is the power of the Magic Script, it can ease our daily spell casting troubles, and bring quite favorable continuity and convenience. ”

A warm breath emanated from her shawl.

"The drawing of the magic script is very simple, and the homework you have handed in before is to copy and imitate the basic magic script. However, it is a little difficult to make the magic script work as it should, and to draw an effective magic script. ”

"It takes a lot of concentration and a lot of magical control on the part of the wizard. ”

The shawl with the inscription on it is being seen as an example.

Pansy remembered the shoes Malfoy had given her in fourth grade.

It seems that this is also the case, the effect of keeping warm.

She subconsciously bit her lip and looked at Malfoy.

But it was as if he had forgotten about it, and he didn't react when he saw anything associated with it.

He just unfolded it and looked at it, then handed it to her.

"I didn't have much class, but since I'm here, why don't you take a look?"

Spent a gentle lesson in the magic text.

After the Transfiguration class was over, the two of them rushed to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

In the Transfiguration class, the students learned that the results of the last Transfiguration class test were in.

"Mr. Malfoy, you may have studied in advance, right? Professor McGonagall looked the student in front of her up and down with her piercing gaze.

This is the only reason why he got a perfect score on this test.

There is even yet another self-consistent insight in a theorem that has almost closed the coffin.

Rightly or wrongly, it all makes sense.

In contrast, Hermione made a small mistake.

Everyone's test papers flew out of their bags and floated to their respective seats.

The scores on the first page are all hidden, as if they were special invisibility potions

All that remains is the mark of correction left by the red quill, and it doesn't seem to be doing well.

"Miss Parkinson, come to my office later. Professor McGonagall looked very serious, walked over to Pansy's seat, and whispered.

"The old lady is so annoying, rambling. Pansy waited until Professor McGonagall reached the podium, then tilted her head and muttered.

Talking alone is obviously not because of anything else, naturally for her miserable test paper.