Time flies, and it's been almost two months since I arrived at Hogwarts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Malfoy was so excited today that he could be described in one word - joy and color, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised when he ate.

"Don't you just get a permit, you're as happy as anything. Beside her, Pansy was using a knife and fork to deal with the smoked fish on her plate.

"It's just permission, it's knowledge, it's wisdom, it's power!" Malfoy was not as calm as ever. Said loudly.

"I think you should take your plate over there. Pansy pointed to Ravenclaw territory.

Thanks to his excellent performance in many subjects, Malfoy was finally granted free borrowing of most of the books in the library today, without having to consult Mrs. Pince.

Some of the books contain powerful dark arts that have never been taught at Hogwarts, and these books are only available to students who take Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts. If you want to see this part, students need the teacher's permission and signature to borrow it.

For him now, the range of books he can borrow has once again expanded, except for some rare treasures or some dark magic books that are too dangerous to ask for. All other books were unhindered for him.

"I see you can't concentrate in class today. Seeing Malfoy's excited expression, Pansy began to speak again, obviously unhappy with his appearance.

"I didn't see you so happy when I was with me. Pansy felt a little unbalanced in her heart.

"You're right, there's still class later. Malfoy tried to calm himself down, apparently not recognizing the sourness of Pansy's tone.

But it was clear that Malfoy was a little absent-minded in today's lesson.

The last class of the afternoon was a herb class, and Malfoy rushed to the library as soon as he got out. Professor Sprout, who was outspoken, wondered if he had been teaching today badly.

"I don't know if there's something wrong with the Sorting Hat. "A group of Ravenclaw students were whispering. "If he were our house, this year's House Cup would be ours. "Apparently the news has spread across several colleges.

"What's so proud, isn't it better to get results," Ron was a little angry in the Gryffindor lounge.

"I think we should think about how to apologize to Hermione. That's the most important thing. Harry changed the subject.

"Apologies? Ron suddenly shouted, "Do you see her like that? We seem to be mentally retarded in her eyes." ”

"Ron, that's enough, you know she didn't mean that. Harry interrupted Ron. "I'm sure you saw her crying, too. ”

"So what?" said Ron's face with a hint of unease. Obviously, making a girl cry in any situation is not necessarily something to be proud of.

"Let's go apologize to her at the Halloween party. I know you're just hard-mouthed. Harry said.

"Alright, alright. I apologize. Ron looked impatient.

Malfoy was walking through the bookshelves.

The history of Hogwarts is so old that the wooden bookshelves have begun to decay in some places, releasing the smell of rotten wood, and some books have been dusty for too long, and they are already covered with dust.

Malfoy searched for some of the hidden knowledge he hoped to acquire. He glanced quickly. His heels kept moving with his gaze.

He stopped, standing in front of one of the oldest bookshelves.

"That's you. Malfoy pulled out a book, the cover of which was a little blurry and covered with a thick layer of ash that made it difficult to read the title.

"Clean up!" Malfoy used magic.

The book looks a little better, but the words that have been blurred by the erosion of time still don't become clear.

"Enough. Malfoy thought.

"By the way, it looks like I'm going to go back early today. It seems like something important. "Malfoy doesn't usually care much about these activities, but today everyone seemed to be a little excited. Teachers and students are having a lively discussion about something. Pansy also seemed to hint at him a few times in the morning. Said something like candy pumpkin or something.

"Halloween!" Malfoy seemed to suddenly remember something.

"This seems to be a key point in the plot, by the way, trolls!"

Malfoy was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a hard blow to his back.

"I'm sorry. A familiar female voice came from behind her.

"Isn't that the main character today? Malfoy looked back, and a set of unkempt curls of hair caught his eye, who else could it be but Hermione, her eyes were a little red, she had obviously just cried.

"Isn't this a Gryffindor jack-of-all-trades?Looks like you're not in a good mood today, who did you quarrel with?" Malfoy asked knowingly.

In his previous life, Malfoy had heard the theory that some people tend to hold on in front of familiar people, and instead remove their armor in front of unfamiliar people. Today it seems to be confirmed.

A thin mist suddenly appeared in Hermione's eyes, and she said, "They all said I liked to please the teacher, and Ron in Charms class said that I was like a nightmare, and I just wanted to remind him that he didn't say the right spell." Why do they say that about me. Hermione had an outburst of thought.

"And the group of people in your academy keep calling me what mudbloods, this nickname is so annoying!"

"Do you want to see me laugh now, too? The only thing I have to be proud of in front of you is gone!"

Malfoy was dumbfounded, for he didn't think they were acquaintances. Hermione's weakness now made him feel like he should be a psychiatrist by profession. Take responsibility for enlightening her.

"Ahem. Malfoy coughed.

"So as Slytherin's best year at the moment, I think I can apologize to you right now for the students of our house who don't make it right. Malfoy bowed slightly.

"Then, I want to express my apologies. I hope you can enjoy it, how about Duke Honey's candy store? It's Halloween. ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, obviously she was just saying those words purely to vent her emotions, just trying to get him away and be quiet. But unexpectedly, not only did he not get angry, but he also apologized to himself.

"Aren't you angry?" Hermione's voice suddenly weakened.

"I figured if a Gryffindor had the courage to apologize to a Slytherin, I couldn't be too petty. Isn't it?" Malfoy apparently brought up the last time.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Hogsmeade can only go on Saturdays, and only the permission of the third-year students and the teacher is required. ”

"In this world, there is only a place where you want to go and there is no place where you can't go. ”

"Gryffindor's courage must also include breaking the rules. ”

"Maybe you can get along with them if you break the rules a little more, right?"

"Come with me. With that, Malfoy lifted his leg and left.

As if she had made up her mind, Hermione stomped her foot and raised her leg to follow Malfoy.

Gryffindor students are born with the risk factor, don't they?