Draco Malfoy had always found Virgo Santriel to be strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He remembered that at the beginning of the school year last year, he had tried his best to take care of Santriel because of his mother's advice—she seemed to be very incapable of dealing with human affairs, even though the social lesson should have been inherently exempt for the group of them.

But who would have thought that she was just as unsavory as that Potter - no, maybe she was even more annoying than Potter.

It's obviously a Slytherin, but he doesn't care about his identity at all, and he rushes to Gryffindor.

Despite the girl's rejection of his kindness, he endured it at first, even protecting her at risk for the sake of the friendship between the two families.

Who made him a boy and rightfully seen by his mother as Santriel's protector at Hogwarts?

Later, however, the godfather always talked to him, openly and secretly warned him to stay away from Centrell, and he gradually became tired of Sontrell's attitude, and simply stopped paying attention to her.

Especially after a visit to the Forbidden Forest, he found that whenever Santriel approached him, from the moment she spoke, there was always a voice in his head that reminded him to keep remembering that the reason he went to the Forbidden Forest was because she tricked him into going to the Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night.

The voice was constantly eating away at his patience with Santriel and what little kindness he had left.

So, more or less, his smile at Santril began to be superficial like any other stranger, and perhaps worse.

He doesn't care about strangers, but he hates her in his heart, and today he reached a climax.

He hated the Weasleys with red hair as if they had been dyed with authentic alizarin dye, and when he was brutally pushed to the ground by Fred and George, Santrill saw it all clearly.

She stood beside her, with the mud with unkempt hair like a chicken's nest, with stupid pity and horror in her eyes.

Is she pitying him?

Pity him sitting there like a fool? Pity him for not having a brother or friend on the same side?

It was even more unforgivable than her messing with the Mudbloods and the Gryffindors.

・・・・・・ in retrospect, it was really chaotic.

But Merlin finally didn't forget him.

As the pile of books splashed like water on the Weasley brothers' heads, he admitted that he laughed heartily as he watched them crush their heads and wail.

Then, someone behind him pulled him up, and he turned around and saw the little boy who was a little shorter than him.

The other man looked excited, and then gestured at the shelves around him—almost immediately, and he understood the little boy's meaning: either let it go, or make a shocking scene—and let everyone who dared to laugh at him go to hell together.

The former has never been the Malfoys' family style, so making a choice didn't waste him much time.

He and the boy took advantage of everyone's confusion to knock down all the bookshelves near the Weasley brothers.

- Of course, because they were placed so close together, the bookshelves were like dominoes, falling in circles like water ripples.

But he assured that most of the books on the innermost bookshelf were smashed precisely at his enemies.

He watched as the people who had been standing beside him and his father screaming, rushing out the door with their heads in their hands, squeezing forward desperately—the look of embarrassment made him raise his eyebrows.

When he looked at the little boy again, the other party was grinning and laughing so much that he was almost out of breath, and he almost rolled on the ground.

He didn't seem to pay much attention to etiquette, Draco remembered thinking that way, but he would have been a good brother with righteousness - just like his best friend Morbius who had gone to Durmstrang.

Later, after the highs there must be lows - knowing that the little boy was about to enter Hogwarts, Draco enthusiastically recommended him to Slytherin, only to find out that the little boy named Xiao Luo turned out to be of Muggle blood.

He was pulled up by a mudblood, and together with this mudblood, he took down his enemies.

It's ridiculous. Quite ridiculous.

When he took Xiao Luo to the wand shop out of etiquette and his father's orders, he had a gloomy face along the way, refusing to say anything more to the Mudblood, if his father and mother knew that Xiao Luo was a Mudblood, would he allow them to be friends?

He really didn't like Goyle and Crabbe—their greatest hobby and desire in life was to eat, and to stand up and show off their size when they needed to get something done. But I have to say that they are pure-bloods after all - Merlin, and they can even be pure-bloods like this.

It is undeniable that compared to Nott, who always competes with him secretly, and Brace, who is as shaky as a wallgrass, the two of them are the only people who are suitable to be followers.

Morbius always hated him for having two henchmen, and when he finally returned from Durmstrang at last Christmas party, he spent most of his time teasing his hair - saying that he wanted to break his elegant disguise and release his nature, but in reality he was only jealous of his neat hairstyle.

Morbius has no particular preference for blood, and he can get along with everyone, including Dobby, the elf in the family who always wants a piece of clothing.

If he were here, he would probably have a good time with Xiao Luo, and he would urge himself to abandon the concept of bloodline and become friends with Xiao Luo without saying a word.

But Father and Mother didn't like Morbius very much—if it weren't for the fact that his family wouldn't be able to turn it off, Draco was sure Morbius wouldn't even be qualified to appear in their foyer.

When he first recruited Crabbe and Goyle as his henchmen, his father and mother were very pleased with his choice.

They always say that mudbloods and half-bloods are disgusting, but in fact・・・・・・ Draco thinks that looking at Hermione once in a while, he gets used to her and thinks she's prettier than Santeriel・・・・・・

yes, not only is she prettier than Santriel, but it's also easier to see through than her.

That's a Gryffindor who works hard and keeps reading the dead books.

Hmph, what about a first place, Draco tried not to think of his father's disappointed look when he saw his third-place results.

He picked up what he had just thought, and his thoughts wandered.

As for Santriel, she's a combination of contradictions.

She is characterized not only by her unusual thoughts and behaviors, but also by the temperature of her ・・・・・・ lips?

Draco thought of the time he had stumbled with Santriel when he had become transparent, and he was inexplicably irritated for a moment.

Phew, Merlin's beard, where did he think.

He unconsciously clenched his hand, the solid touch of something in his hand that cleared his senses.

It was the mask and the school book list.

This happened not long ago, when they had just left the Ollivander Wand Shop, when he refused to continue to accompany Xiao Luo to buy owls.

A gust of wind blew, and Santriel fell from his pockets with these two things—light in texture.

The mask fell silently to the ground, and Santriel didn't notice that she was talking to Xiao Luo.

Draco bent down and picked up the mask.

He was about to hand it back to Santriel and laughed at her for her childishness, who liked to make such an ordinary mask and carry it with him.

But soon he changed his mind.

He saw a familiar second-grade book list—the one he thought was his own.

But he remembered very well that his card had been taken by Galileo, the bookstore manager, in the Ritz bookstore, how could it be here?

So, this is her own?

Draco's mind suddenly flashed a scene - they were still in Bock Bogin's dark magic shop, Santriel herself had come out of the inner room, and everyone was surrounding her, but she was caught by a black magic cabinet, and was about to reach for it when Santriel spoke, and she asked about the book list.

Naturally, it took away his attention.

It didn't seem like a problem, but how could she explain that she had already brought the list with her and asked Mr. Sontrell if he had asked for it?

There was only one possibility - she didn't want to touch the cabinet.

But why? He was getting more and more curious.

Soon, Santriel decided to accompany Xiao Luo to buy other things. It was a good opportunity, Draco thought, and he remembered the route of Tumbledown Alley.

He smiled and said goodbye to the two men, then walked down Tumbledown Alley without looking back. The sun was slowly setting in the west, and he walked in the opposite direction to the sun.