Early in the morning, Vio was woken up by Mickey, who answered Mickey perfunctorily, and then waited for Mickey to leave with her eyelids that always had to be closed, intending to retract into the quilt again to get back to sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the sleep was short, only about a blink of an eye, and there was a crisp knock at the door.

Vio has never been so angry.

She had to get out of bed and go open the door.

When she opened the door, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, stepped aside, and invited the people outside the door to enter.

However, the people outside the door were clearly a little overwhelmed by her.

"Santriel, I'll give you the buckle and rub your eyes?"

Vio's eyes widened, and Draco's pale face appeared in front of her, but her gaze was a little evasive, and there was a hint of confusion in her clear gaze.

Vio looked down at his clothes and saw that the neckline of his dressing gown might have been a little higher.

"Ahem. Vio quickly turned around and straightened his clothes, then went back to bed and picked up the quilt, "What are you doing here, express your envy for being able to take a day trip to the Muggle world? Or have you learned the Patronus Charm?

"Here's to you. Draco reluctantly walked in and handed Vio a package. "That stupid big guy sent it to you"

When Vio picked it up, he immediately recognized the untidy handwriting on the vellum: this gift was from Hagrid.

Ah, by the way, this year it's not just the werewolf Lupin Remus who will be coming to the school to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but also Hagrid, who will be their Protective Magical Creatures teacher.

I remember that he rarely sent anything or wrote to Vio, and this seems to be the first time?

Vio glanced at Draco, who had ordered a high-backed chair to come over for him to sit down, looking at the package with a gloating expression.

Vio tore open the top layer of paper and saw a green leather object, but before he could properly open the package, the package trembled strangely, and without saying what it was, he screamed as if it had a mouth.

Well, she thought she knew what it was.

Draco squealed again and smiled, "Doesn't sound like it's very good, maybe something will pop out and bite you, you might as well throw it away, I've already mimicked your handwriting and wrote a reply to that stupid big man." ”

Vio felt his nerves tense all at once. "You wrote me a reply, to whom? to Hagrid?"

"That's right. Draco winked slyly and looked at Vio with pleasure, "I told him I hated the thing he sent me, and I'll just throw it in the trash this time, and while I can understand that he can't get anything good, it's better not to send some garbage." ”

"Where's my wand?" said Vio, lifting the covers and jumping out of bed, not caring if the collar of his dressing gown slipped a little more

She had a little headache: are all boys of this age so lively? she clearly remembered that Draco was very stable, could it be that she had been exposed to fake Draco before?

She rummaged through the cabinets looking for her wand and walked around the room, the shadow jumping on Draco's shoulder and hand every few moments, he occasionally reached out to touch the shadow of Vio who had fallen on him, and for a moment watched with interest as Vio was speechless, bent on finding out what wand looked like in a duel with him, which he found interesting.

"Hey, Sontrell, aren't you going to open this package first?" Draco was eager to look at it for a moment, but Vio's silence and angry blushing cheeks made him sense that something was wrong.

"What?" Vio straightened up and pulled back the curtains to let more sunlight slant in, "Didn't you already tell Hagrid that I threw it away?" she said angrily.

"Just kidding, Santeriel, has your sense of humor been eaten by Potter?" Draco smiled, as if he hadn't noticed Vio's unfriendly tone.

Vio straightened up, turned around, and asked in disbelief, "Are you saying you lied to me?"

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Draco chuckled.

Vio blinked his eyes, a little unresponsive.

"Last year, you said you wanted to be friends with Malfoy. Draco "kindly" reminded her. "Then tell me it was a lie. ”

"Vio can't remember when he said that to Draco, but it seems to be his own style, and he will leave this kind of thing after teasing others. "You remember, I didn't mean to think about it, we weren't like that back then," Vio paused, realizing that she couldn't find the adjectives to describe her relationship with Draco.

But Draco was clearly still waiting for her words, and watching him begin to show some of the rare patience and concentration on his angular cheeks, Vio decided to bite the bullet and finish it too.

"Anyway, you never have a chance to stay in my room for so long. ”

Draco froze for a second, his pale face a little more bloody, and then whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stay in a young lady's bedroom for a long time." ”

But he seemed pleased with the answer.

He stood up, walked slowly to the door, and left a kind reminder. "That package must have been enchanted by something, and it's not very flattering in terms of attack power. ”

Draco didn't leave right away, but stood there, his thin back contrasting with the wide door frame, giving a bit of a gloomy feeling.

"Hey" Vio shouted at Draco's back, and then she realized she didn't understand why she was doing it, "I'm not driving you away." You can, you can stay and read the book together. ”

The tall back really retreated from the door, sat back on the chair just now, and then smiled comfortably at her, "Since you sincerely invited, of course I am willing to comply with the wishes of my master." ”

Vio was dumbfounded, what about Draco's heart-wrenching depression just now?

He must have wanted to know what was inside, and then pretended to be so pitiful to retreat and let her open his mouth and invite him to see it?

Well, it's better for a Draco like that than a Draco who ignores Vio anyway.

Vio carefully opened the package halfway, then pulled the rest of the wrapping paper, and the contents fell out.

Exactly a book. (To be continued.) )