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In the Slytherin lounge, the fireplace by the wall had stopped working for a long time, because the summer holidays were approaching and the weather was getting hot. Crabbe and Goyle were lamely complimenting Malfoy, who was at the top of his grade, but it was clear that he wasn't useful.

"Crabbe, Goyle, all right, you can stop. Malfoy lowered his hands and made a stoppage gesture. "There is no point in such an exam, and you don't have to spend time complimenting me. He paused, then looked at Goyle and said, "Your results should be our dean's release, and you won't have such good luck next time." ”

Goyle could only say yes, and of course God knew if he could understand what Malfoy meant.

"What's the use of the first, the Academy Cup is not gone. Pansy, who was beside her, said in a strange voice, obviously still haunting the lost House Cup.

"Well, let's look at it, even if I can add twenty points to the first, Dumbledore can still add more to the others if he finds an excuse. Malfoy reassured.

"Cunning old man. ”

"Well, don't dwell on these things, you should now plan how you want to enjoy the upcoming vacation. Malfoy chose to change the subject.

"Isn't that something you should be considering?" asked Pansy, looking surprised.

"It's over. Malfoy felt as if he had found the wrong topic, but could only say, "Uh... I need to do a lot of practical work this holiday, both magically and in life. He shrugged his shoulders and continued, "You know, my dad was always very strict with me, and I'm not going to sponsor some broomsticks to the team next school year, maybe I should go to work some work this holiday to prove something, right?"

"Then we won't see each other all the holiday?" asked Pansy a little faltered, but pressed anyway.

"Of course not, adults have time off, let alone me, a child laborer, isn't it?" Malfoy shook his head decisively and denied it, but thought to himself, "But I won't necessarily give myself a vacation." ”

"Oh well. Pansy nodded reluctantly. "Remember to bring me a gift. She whispered.

"Of course. Malfoy readily agreed.

The next day, the students all boarded the train home, their belongings were packed, and a notice was sent to each student warning them not to use magic during the holidays. Malfoy sat in an ordinary carriage with the others, and a great man in a previous life said, "We came from the masses, and we will return to the masses." As for him, he doesn't really like loneliness, and it's better to be lively on the way home.

The three of them were a few places not far away, "You're going to have to come to our house this summer," Ron said, "both of you come - I'll send an owl to invite you." ”

"Thanks," said Harry, "I do need hope." ”

"Your family of relatives is just too much. Ron looked a little aggrieved.

"I'm used to it, and I'm probably going to have a good holiday, isn't it?" said Harry.

"What, did they convert?" Ron asked.

"I really think the logic of our Muggle society is a good fit for you, Ron. Hermione, who had been silent, spoke. "Harry, you must not have told them that students can't use magic outside of school, did you?"

"That way your cousin won't dare to bully you, that's a brilliant idea. Ron cheered. Then he turned to Hermione and said, "Please relax, our house number one." At this time, he saw Hermione holding a magazine in her hand, Transfiguration Today. "I can't imagine you're studying on the way home, what about a few hairs on that snuff box? He tilted his head back to Harry.

"Ron, be quiet. Harry whispered.

Hermione closed the book and looked up at Ron, "The House Cup is a collective honor, and I won't give up what I can earn individually, and we can add so many points with the help of others." ”

"Okay, Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, and even that pesky old bat, they've all helped us, but they're all Headmasters, they're teachers, and they can't give their house extra points for that, and there's no way there's some Slytherin helping us, haha. Ron realized he had made a joke and laughed first.

Hermione's eyes darkened, ignoring Ron, and she continued to look down and begin to read the book.

"Oh, Ron, sometimes I have to say that you can talk as little as possible. Harry reminded.

"I think so. Ron covered his mouth, feeling as if he had said something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Malfoy, on the other hand, played cards with Pansy and his friends (hench?) to spend the empty time of the journey. But it doesn't seem to be very interesting, after all, the game that can be won all the time should not be interesting to play, and if they gamble money, Crabbe and Goyle should have lost even their panties by now.

"I can see why you've been staying away from the two of them, it's really boring. Pansy said as she hit a king of hearts, clearly disgusted with the two henchmen.

"I think we can switch to a different game. Malfoy snapped his fingers, and the cards on the table vanished, replaced by a bunch of small rectangular blocks made of unknown material.

"What is this?" Pansy asked.

"A game from the mysterious country of the East, I think the rules should be relatively simple. Malfoy said, "You can guess what kind of game it is."

"It's the East again, you seem to really like the culture over there, even the stories that were told in the past are over there, and now it's a game like this. Pansy's tone was a little sour, and Malfoy was keenly aware of the aberrations between her tones.

The latter words made him realize that someone was starting to be jealous again.

"So you're interested in that Ravenclaw because she's an Oriental? Pansy continued.

Malfoy could only sigh: "Don't underestimate a woman's ability to associate." Reluctantly, he continued: "Now let's pass the time first, the rules are..."

I have to say that there is a reason why this game has endured in TC, and after a while, even Crabbe and Goyle are having fun, and Pansy's attention is no longer on jealousy, but on a few dozen small rectangular squares.

"Your game isn't fun at all. After losing a few in a row, Pansy puffed out her cheeks.

"They keep losing, you say it's boring, they're lucky, and you don't think it's fun. "Malfoy had a headache.

"So you'll have to help me in the next game. Pansy threatened viciously.

Soon the scene on the table changed to a one-sided massacre.

"I've won again!" Pansy excitedly pushed the cards in front of her, only to find them disappear suddenly.

"Dear Pansy, it may disturb you, but I want to say that we have arrived. Malfoy clapped his hands, diverting the attention of several people to him, only to realize that the train had stopped.

"Okay. Pansy pursed her lips and reluctantly accepted the reality, apparently she hadn't recovered from the smash at the table.

"Okay, I'll bring you something more interesting next time we meet. Malfoy rubbed Pansy's head dotingly.

"Let go. Pansy hurriedly opened his hand, blushing a little and looking a little embarrassed, as she usually did this kind of intimate gesture when there was no one around, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Then Malfoy helped Pansy get out of the car with his luggage, although he didn't say it, but through the way Pansy looked at him, he still knew that the girl was a little reluctant to him. "But I've been really busy this holiday season. Malfoy was actually a little confused. "Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. He said to himself.

As soon as he got off the train, Malfoy saw Mr. and Mrs. Lucius on the platform, and the two of them were also waving to Malfoy, so Malfoy strode towards them.

"Pansy, I haven't seen you grow a lot in a year. Narcissa's focus was clearly on the girl next to Malfoy. "Well, little Draco didn't bully you at school, did he? if he bullied you, let me know and I'll clean him up for you." "Narcissa is keen to match his son, and Pansy is happy with it, she is pure-blood, has a friendship with their fathers, and seems to be obedient, isn't she?

"He's been very nice to me. Pansy said with her head down and a red face.

"Of course, gentlemen are inherited. Lucius added from the side.

"Well, would you like to be a guest at our house first, little Pansy?" Narcissa gave her invitation.

"No, thank you for the invitation, but my father came to pick me up. Pansy shook her head, gesturing at Hector who was still looking on the other side.

"Then I won't force it, anyway, there should be enough time for the summer vacation. Narcissa didn't insist, and continued, "Go quickly, don't let your father wait, for if he waits, he'll think that his daughter has been abducted by someone." Narcissa teased her.

Then Hector and Lucius naturally met again, and after a polite greeting, they returned to their respective homes with their children.

Another twisted sensation that whirled the world around, and the Malfoys stepped out of the fireplace, looking at the familiar layout of their home and the ornate carpet under their feet, and Malfoy knew that he was home, which meant that his vacation plans had officially begun.

"The first priority is, of course, you. Malfoy clenched a small bottle in his pocket and whispered to himself.