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"It's a shame you missed the sorting ceremony. Malfoy shrugged.

"Anyway, I don't care about that, just these few academies. Pansy wasn't that concerned about the Sorting House.

"By the way, how did you get back?" asked Malfoy, curious.

Pansy pointed upstairs, blinked, and said, "You're not the only one with the privilege." ”

Hogwarts' Floo network is rarely connected to the outside world, just like some supercomputers in the Muggle world can't be connected to the Internet, so that the invasion of foreign enemies can be completely prevented, but there are always exceptions, this time Pansy should have gotten the permission of the headmaster to remove the restrictions before using the Floo network.

"It's fast, but it's really disgusting, I'd rather take the train" As if thinking of how the world was spinning at that time, Pansy's expression became tangled again.

"Don't frown, get old fast!" Malfoy patted her head gently. Then he said, "I'll give you a gift tomorrow, and I've spent half a holiday at Gringotts for it." ”

"What is it?" Pansy's eyes sparkled, clearly expectant.

"Confidentiality. ”

"Cut. Pansy turned her head, dissatisfied with the answer. "I'm not going to whet people's appetites, give. As she spoke, she pulled out a small fine box from her pocket and handed it to Malfoy, as if reluctantly.

"Thank you. Malfoy said. "If you're dizzy, go to sleep, it's really uncomfortable. ”

"Hmm. Pansy nodded, obviously exhausted, and headed for the Slytherin girls' bed.

It wasn't long before the unbearable school song came to an end, which meant that all students should go back to their own house's common room, or go straight to their dormitories.

Malfoy walked straight to Gryffindor's long table.

"What is he doing here?" Hermione felt her heart skip a beat.

Malfoy wasn't looking for her, though, and was now standing in front of the Weasley brothers.

"Yo, this isn't the little master of the Malfoy family. ”

"Are you trying to play a prank on us?"

The brothers George and Fred asked in a playful tone.

"Just make a deal. Malfoy said lightly.

"What deal?" the two brothers said in unison, although the relationship between the two families is not good, but no one will have trouble with money, Ron maybe, but it is not necessary to change to twin brothers with a temperament, maybe they also want to take this opportunity to kill someone?

"The more you make this thing, the better, it's a deposit. Malfoy handed them a slip and some gold galleons, and left quickly, ignoring their answers.

"Rooster crow letter?" Fred asked, glancing at the list, "George, what's the use of that?"

"I don't know. George shook his head. "Maybe this young master needs this to get him up?" said George, who thought he had told a joke, but no one responded to him. He wasn't embarrassed, and said happily, "But I know we're well funded again." ”

"Yes. Fred squeezed his eyebrows as well, and both brothers smiled knowingly, apparently the Weasley brothers, who had plenty of money, were going to make Hogwarts chicken and dog jump again.

"It's better than nothing, it's not true after all, and it's just a foreign thing. Malfoy, who had left, could only think of this, and he was not in the mood to go to the common room, and went straight back to the dormitory.

As for the Gryffindor common room, where most of the students hadn't slept yet, Ron and Harry had brought the atmosphere to a climax when they entered, and it was clear that their story had been spread to the ears of the students through various channels, perhaps ghosts, perhaps Peeves.

"My brother, how did you do that? You should have called us back then. George asked.

"I really think you can join us in the pranks, we don't have the creativity of yours. Fred also said.

The others cheered Harry on as if he had done something terrible.

"Did you really fly here?" Hermione chimed in, a little incredulous, a little stern, like Professor McGonagall.

"Don't give us lessons. Ron said impatiently. "Anyway, we didn't deduct any points from the academy, and it wasn't a school year yet. ”

"It's not a question of whether you deduct points or not, you know how dangerous it is. Hermione's voice rose up.

"Alright, aren't we fine? Ron stretched out his arm and stamped his foot again, indicating that he was completely fine. Then he asked Harry, "Is that right?" ”

"Ron, don't say it. Harry whispered, stabbing Ron with his hand and tilting his head to the side. Ron immediately realized that his most boring brother had come over and seemed to be going to give them a good reprimand. So they quickly made an excuse and returned to their dormitory up the spiral staircase.

Back in the dorm, they were warmly welcomed by their roommates, Neville looking at them with adoration, and the two of them now felt that the punishment was nothing, and they were a little proud. Little did they know, of course, that a rather horrible roaring letter would be waiting for them tomorrow morning.

The next morning, the students of the four faculties ate breakfast at their long tables with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of slices of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon on their long tables.

"I didn't expect to be late. Pansy and Malfoy talked, and Malfoy told her about the "glorious deeds" of the two yesterday. "Looks like Gryffindor lost a lot of points at the start of the semester, how much did they lose?" Pansy asked expectantly.

"Well, I didn't lose a point, our dean probably wanted to deduct it, but it was said that it wasn't the beginning of school at that time, so they were only locked up for a while as punishment. "Malfoy had a hard time figuring out why Pansy was so obsessed with the House Cup. "Spoiled. Pansy's mouth pursed, looking displeased with the ruling.

"Let's wait and see the show. Malfoy could only comfort her like that.

"What's the show?" she didn't think anything interesting was going to happen in the auditorium.

"Well, I'll put it on right away. Malfoy gestured to the owls that were flying into the Great Hall, hundreds of owls hovering above them, and finally split into four groups to drop letters and packages into the conversational crowd.

"Errol!" Ron shouted.

Perhaps it was because of the anger of his master who had endured too much of his master's anger at home before that he was in a trance, and the owl couldn't find the right place to stay, and plunged into Hermione's jug, splashing milk and feathers all over them. Ron had no choice but to pull the wet owl out with his talons. Errol collapsed on the table, legs in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

Even though he didn't want to open it, Ron tore him open at the thought of what could be a worse outcome.

Almost as soon as the letter was opened, everyone around them plugged their ears with their fingers, and a loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

Harry couldn't have imagined that Mrs. Weasley, who was usually so gentle and affectionate, could start a fire so terrifying, her voice, a hundred times more than usual, shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the yelling letter, except for Malfoy and Pansy, who had already turned their heads, and Ron cowered in his chair, only a red forehead could be seen, and Harry sat dumbfounded looking at the other side in a daze.

"Oh, dear Ginny, congratulations on your entry into Gryffindor, your father and I are proud of you. It was only at last that the shouting letter calmed down, and then smoke began to burn.

Ginny lowered her head, as if it was herself who had lost face.

Only a few of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students covered their mouths and laughed secretly, and the laughter on Slytherin's side was almost as low as Mrs. Weasley's voice just now, and Pansy's tears of laughter were about to flow out, and she didn't forget to ask, "How do you know there's a good show?"

"With their family's standard of living, if a car is scrapped, what do you think will happen?" Malfoy asked Pansy rhetorically.

"Well, it seems that I can't understand the life of the poor. Pansy gradually suppressed her laughter, as if realizing that this was not a lady at all, and then spread her hands and asked, "What about my gift?"

"I know you're thinking about it. Malfoy smiled and pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped box and handed it to her.

"Can I take it apart?" Pansy was eager to try, but it was redundant to ask.

"Of course. Malfoy made a gesture of please.

Pansy tore open the package, and in the box lay a simple golden snitch, not so much gold as gray, time has left too many traces on it, and the original metallic luster has disappeared.

Pansy covered her mouth with her hands, which had opened wide in surprise because the gift was so surprising, and then she asked, "Can it fly?"

"Of course, but we may have to get to a small place, otherwise it won't be easy to fly away. In order to fix this thing, Malfoy took the time to go to the shop in Boginbock, and to be honest, sometimes repairing a thing is indeed much more expensive than itself, although the goblins were very generous to Malfoy, who had given them great help, but Malfoy, who had bought the broom and the gift, was almost out of his sleeves.

"Thank you. Pansy blushed and thanked her.

"That's not your style. Malfoy said narrowly.