"You have a very, very nasty smell on you. ”

Luna's gray eyes stared at the long-extinguished candle directly above the Slytherin table, and said in a hazy tone.

Although ethereal, the tone is firm.

Sitting at the table at this time was a group of sixth-year students who had just left the Potions classroom and arrived in the auditorium to prepare lunch.

And Luna, like an elf with erratic whereabouts, walked behind Malfoy at some point, leaving such a clueless sentence.

Hearing this, Pansy subconsciously leaned in Malfoy's direction, sniffed her nose lightly, and sniffed the side of his robe.

"Nope." She said confusedly.

All she could smell was a faint smell of shampoo and the sweetness of the herbs mixed with the chocolate.

Then he soon realized that he had made a bold move, his face flushed slightly, turned to the side, and silently picked up a piece of pudding and put it on his plate, as if nothing had happened

Luna looked at Malfoy and tried to say something, but was interrupted before she could speak.

"Please don't say anything that misleading. Malfoy gave him a suggestive look.

Even having seen it again and again, Luna showed her keen instincts

He still sighed a little at the girl's sensitivity.

"Oh well. Luna said briskly, pulling out a random chair next to Malfoy's place and sitting down.

"But you have to watch your body, don't stay with those things for too long. Luna put her finger in front of her eyes and shook it gently, kindly reminding.

The sound was so subtle that even Pansy didn't hear it.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Malfoy shrugged.

He only hated the lack of time now, and it was even more impossible to cut it.

"What are you whispering about?" Pansy cut her pudding and interjected into the conversation.

"I've thought I've got something to give you for Christmas. Luna snapped her fingers, looking confident.

"Is the chocolate good?" she asked, with a deliberate smile.

Malfoy coughed violently, a word he heard now, causing physical discomfort.

"What kind of dumb riddle are you playing? Pansy's gaze wandered back and forth between the two.

It always feels like the two of them are talking about some subtext.

"Nothing. Malfoy sighed.

Luna's instincts were a headache for him, but luckily, the girl was on his side.

Since he was "assigned" to school.

I can only prepare what I can do.

Pansy always felt that a silent tacit understanding appeared between the two, which made her very depressed.

It was clear that she had been with Draco for a little longer.

"Also, this is the Slytherin table, and the Ravenclaw table is over there!" Pansy tapped lightly on the table, pointing to the other side of the reminder.

For a moment, it was as if he was going to swear his sovereignty.

"This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and we're still a school, so why bother?" Luna said unceremoniously.

Pick up a steak from the plate and cut it.

"By the way, you're in the fifth grade, exams, how can you still have time to hang out. Pansy even began to persuade her to get rid of her.

"My dad and I don't really care about grades, anyway, you don't need to have a report card for O to find a scimitar. ”

The girl didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and sat casually in her seat, even in her Ravenclaw uniform, Luna mingled between the long Slytherin tables without showing any disobedience.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Soon she was done with the meal.

"You'd better hurry up and review. Pansy said quietly.

The time she had finally spent together was disturbed again, making her feel irritated inexplicably.

"As Luna said, I'm going to be in this state for a long time. ”

"So don't be surprised to see that I'm sleepy. ”

"Well, I don't bother to ask, anyway, you keep it a secret every time, I'm not as trustworthy as that Miss Luna. Puffing out his cheeks, he said a little angrily.

"Alright, I'm leaving, those little ghosts seem to be doing something again, and they are not at ease at all. She scrambled to her feet from the table and walked out the door.

Malfoy shook his head helplessly, then he raised his cuff and sniffed.

Under his sense of smell, there was no such thing as the "nasty" smell that Luna called "nasty".

Just remembering Crookshan's angry and violent reaction not long ago.

Malfoy also guessed why this was happening and what the problem was

If you come into contact with it too much, it will indeed be contaminated with some "tastes" that are not very pleasant.

It's something that can't be helped.

He sighed, held up the steaming cup of black tea in front of him, and drank it down.

The next period of time was normal and dreary,

Ordinary days passed like this, and Malfoy still maintained a chaotic mental state, unable to open his eyelids, and still carrying the nasty smell that Luna had spoken.

Even so, he was able to cope with all the questions and answers of the teacher in all the lessons.

It's just that the pale face that appeared on his face was more serious than ever.

All the courses are going on step by step, and there are different degrees of bias towards safety precautions, after all, it seems that there has been some unrest recently.

Every day, the Daily Prophet publishes how many people were killed or injured and where they were destroyed.

That's what Voldemort needed – to spread panic.

So it was not deliberately disguised.

As a result, the focus of all the classes has changed, the Magic class is moving closer to the defensive Magic, the Herbs class is to identify healing herbs, the Charms class is also responsible for some of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Flitwick has learned a lot of their escape spells, and so on.

Like a spider, Slughorn held the slug's club that he used to use to "connect with feelings".

A considerable number of students were invited.

Good grades, specialties and good family backgrounds.

Although Malfoy was eligible for each of the three, she was not interested in it and eventually resigned.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Hermione's Animagus learning is also on the right track, and she can complete the daily practice without the guidance of Professor McGonagall, and what needs to wait is a rainstorm.

Then you can complete her first transformation.

Everything is in order, and everyone is going about their lives step by step.

But on ordinary days, there are occasional signs of turbulent undercurrents, and the turbulence of fate is waiting to erupt, and I don't know where it goes, where it converges?

It depends on everyone's choice.

The result of countless choices will be the end.

Surprisingly, the river that symbolized destiny soon became turbulent, and for most people, the change came so abruptly and suddenly.

It's unprepared.