"Malfoy?" Draco repeated softly, the last strange unnaturalness in his blue-grey eyes gone, "Very well, you're starting to call me that・・・・・・" His voice grew even colder, as if he had eaten bitter gourd-flavored pie that the Hufflepuff ghost fat friar had cast a cryo spell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Vio turned his head away from him in embarrassment. But Draco's gaze barely took his eyes off as he coldly looked at the little maroon-haired girl who was holding Harry and Ron in the way.

He never thought she would call him by his first name instead of his first name, like Harry and the others, which seemed more intimate. The realization made him angry—and a little sad, I'm afraid.

Before he could say anything more, Professor McGonagall noticed them as they gathered, and in the blink of an eye she appeared from the professorship's chair behind Crabbe and Goyle.

"Mr. Malfoy, aren't you going back to the Slytherin table to eat? Supper time is almost over. Her thick eyebrows were raised, and her tone was stern.

Draco glanced at Professor McGonagall and left with Crabbe and Goyle.

He took two steps, then suddenly turned around, pointed to Vio, who had been trying to hide behind Hermione since he saw Professor McGonagall coming, and said, "Professor McGonagall, you don't seem to see her?"

Vio's heart tightened, damn Draco, she'd have to laugh at him when she got back to the common room, and let out a sigh.

Just as she was resigned to packing her bag and trying to stand up, Professor McGonagall said to Draco in displeasure, "Are your plates here, too? Go back to dinner, Mr. Malfoy." ”

Vio gave her a grateful look, and Professor McGonagall winked at her, swearing to see Professor McGonagall smile on her lips.

Draco strode away angrily, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

Professor McGonagall was back in her faculty chair for a moment, and Vio suddenly felt that she looked very cute.

When she shared this point with the other three, Harry and Ron looked at each other wistfully, "I hope she'll be so cute when the duel is found out tonight." ”

"You two are dreaming!" Hermione ruthlessly shattered his illusions, "Think about it, duel! Not only will I be expelled for violating the curfew, but I'll also be deducted from the points I managed to get from Professor McGonagall with the Diversion Charm—"

"It's none of your business, Hermione. Harry said.

"Goodbye. Ron followed.

They quickly nibbled on their food, waved at Vio, and immediately turned away. When it came to the duel, they were extremely resolute.

Hermione yelled at them angrily, "Y-you two selfish devils!"

Vio felt the need to stand up, "Hermione, maybe it's not as dangerous as you think?"

Hermione looked at her in exasperation, and Vio immediately realized that he had said something ridiculously wrong.

"What do you mean it's not that dangerous? they-" she lowered her voice, "they're going to get caught by Filch patrolling the corridors, and Professor McGonagall will definitely fire them! And they're going to deduct points from Gryffindor! I don't want Slytherin-" She glanced at Vio and changed her words in annoyance, "Well, I want Gryffindor to win the House Cup once in eight years・・・・・・!"

For the rest of the dinner, Hermione had been analyzing the wrong nature of Harry and Ron's actions, and Vio cried with regret - she even felt that she shouldn't have known Hermione in the first year.

When they parted in the foyer, Hermione was still angry, and Vio couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Harry and Ron waiting in the Gryffindor common room.