The weekends were a blink of an eye, and breakfast on Mondays was quite uneventful.

In the two side-by-side seats at the Slytherin table, Pansy was talking and laughing with Malfoy, perhaps the girl was talking about her previous experiences at school, her face a little excited, and her hands gesturing with something.

"Alright, it's time to go. After a small snippet of the story, Malfoy suddenly reminded them that it was time for them to go to class, and that they would be late for any more.

"Hmm. Sensing that she was getting a little too engaged, Pansy nodded, but still seemed a little unsatisfied.

Just as they got up and were about to leave.

There was a sudden noise behind the seats of the two of them.

A Gryffindor junior slipped abruptly, and the teacup in his hand fell out of his hand and slammed straight into Malfoy's seat, the hot tea churning in the air in an irregular arc.

Although the trajectory is featureless, it is clear that Malfoy's body has landed.

With a "brush", the tea spilled all over the ground as if it was blocked by something.

The teacup didn't know when it returned to the junior student's hand.

"Be careful next time. Malfoy reached out and grabbed the student who was about to fall.

The Gryffindor students, as if electrocuted, broke free and ran away.

"What a mistake. Pansy stared at the back of the junior student, dissatisfied.

She was taken aback just now, magic can solve many Muggle headaches, but emergencies test reflexes to a great extent.

It's not that there are no wizards who have been thrown to death in mid-air. They were so panicked that they couldn't even pronounce a complete incantation.

In the corner of the Gryffindor table, Hermione was staring at her two friends.

"What are you two doing. "The two of them looked sneaky just now, and before they fell, they looked over there in advance, it was too obvious.

Ron spread his hands, "We didn't do anything. Harry nodded in agreement.

However, he was soon defeated under Hermione's stern gaze

"Okay, okay... I think he must have a dark mark on his hand, and I want to find a chance to make him show his stuff, and if the tea burns him, I can force him to reveal the mark. ”

"So what?" said Hermione suddenly.

A rhetorical question stopped Ron and Harry, their faces frozen.

The Dark Mark even had Snape on him, but he could teach them just as much, and it didn't seem to matter if he had it or not

"Can you put your mind on the OLS exam, be serious, that's what matters to your future. Hermione's tone was now very similar to that of Professor McGonagall, with a serious look.

But in reality, she is the least qualified to say this.

She went to Professor McGonagall to learn about Animagus, not to gain a deeper understanding of Transfiguration, but also to be extremely suspicious of Malfoy's actions and the unbelievable "whitewashing".

It's just that on the bright side, there are things that can be detected almost casually, and there can be no omission.

The "conspiracy" of the Goblet of Fire was detected only when the final plan was nearing completion, due to the mistakes and omissions of others.

Otherwise, he'd still be the goblet of Fire, and maybe it would have been like nothing had happened.

Even if they want to investigate, they have to recognize the seriousness of the matter.

Instead of using this kind of playful prank temptation that only alerted him

"Also, Ron, prefect's authority isn't for the sake of summoning junior students, and next time, I'll tell Professor McGonagall. Finally, Hermione didn't forget to warn Ron

"Actually, you want to be a prefect, I'm embarrassed to say. Ron was a little irritable, and suddenly said impatiently.

"Yes, I want to be, so you'd better not let me get my hands on it again. Hermione glared at him hatefully.

She took a deep breath to stop her arms from shaking with anger, and turned away.

"How can you talk to her like that, Ron. Harry frowned, and said with some anger.

It soon became clear that Hermione was right.

Because in a herbal medicine class in the morning, in order to transplant a special plant, due to its own nature, some materials will wilt the rhizome when touched, so it is necessary to use skin contact.

Malfoy didn't shy away from it, rolling up his cuffs, revealing his bare arms, which were not so morbidly pale and much stronger than before.

Of course, there are no dark mark marks on it.

Hermione was alone, ignoring Ron and Harry's apologies, and silently transplanted plants in the corner.

The afternoon session was Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

This was Malfoy's first encounter with the Mad-Eye after he returned.

"Mr. Malfoy, come up and practice. Moody's azure eyes stared.

To a certain extent, people can judge the corresponding mood by observing the face.

Malfoy's face was expressionless, unusually calm.

Moody's lightly "let go" of him.

But it wasn't because he knew Malfoy's identity that he let the water go.

In order to keep it absolutely confidential, Malfoy's experience designing Peter Pettigrew with him in his third year had been saved by Dumbledore in the meditation basin.

The memories involved are placed in the principal's office.

If it weren't for Dumbledore or Malfoy himself, it wouldn't have been opened.

Right now. In his eyes, he is a person who relies on his father's power to wash himself.

But he understands the importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts to his students, and that classes are not for personal grievances.

In extraordinary times, he will definitely teach him a lesson.

However, now, after all, I chose to be patient and did not finally make a real move.

Of course, even if you do do it, you don't know who taught whom.

A somewhat boring Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson is over.

This class is going to talk about some basic questions again.

After all, it is impossible to practice in every class, and summarizing is also essential, and blind practice cannot make people make enough progress.

"Draco?" Pansy walked over to Malfoy's seat to find him.

"Where's the people?" she looked at the empty seat in front of her with some depression, and gently kicked off the table.