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The six members of the Slytherin stood in a row side by side, squinting at the Gryffindor team with the same look.

He deliberately hid behind the tall figure to suppress the excitement in his heart.

He waited patiently.

"Flint!" He heard an angry voice, "It's our training time!" We got up early in the morning! Please get out! ”

"It's a big place, Wood." It was his captain's voice, very cunning.

"But I chartered the court!" The man named Wood snapped, "I've got it!" ”

"Oh," said Flint, "but I have a note signed by Professor Snape. I, West. Professor Snape, allowing the Slytherins to train at the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seekers. ”

"You've got a new Seeker? Where is it? Curious voice.

Draco took a deep breath.

As arranged, the six tall team members dodged to the sides. Draco. Following his father's example, Malfoy used his brand-new broom as a cane and walked slowly from the back row to the front of the Slytherins.

There was a smug smile on his pale, pointed face.

They then showed off their father's gift to the Slytherins. Seven people lifted their brooms forward in unison, seven brand-new, smooth and shiny flying broomsticks, and seven beautiful lines of gold letters "Light Wheel 2001", which shook the eyes of the Gryffindor team members in the morning sun.

Draco admired Gryffindor's expression. They were speechless for a moment.

Draco also looked at Harry maliciously. Porter. He was holding his Light Wheel 2000 - the best broom in their team.

"The latest model, which just came out last month," Flint said, pretending not to care, gently dusting off a bit of dust from the top of his broomstick, "I believe it's much faster than the old Halo 2000 series." As for the old-fashioned Sweeping Seven Stars—"

He smiled maliciously at Fred and George, and then his eyes widened in dismay.

His voice stopped abruptly. It's like the prepared lines don't work, so they stand on the stage.

Draco was annoyed.

He glanced at the Weasley twins.

Indeed unexpected, two light wheels 2000.

When will the Weasleys be able to afford the Halo 2000? Draco's eyes widened.

"We're better than you are, and we're not as bad as you thought we'd like - so, Slytherins, you don't need to be so proud," Wood said proudly, noticing the Slytherins' consternation, "we're training our new recruits too—"

As Wood said this, he looked down at the diminutive Draco.

He then turned around and beckoned vigorously to the figure in the stands.

Draco had a bad premonition.

There were two people in the stands. There's one with a camera in his hand, and it's that stupid, Potter fan; The other seemed to cover his face and pretend he didn't exist.

The figure finally reluctantly stepped down from the stands.

"Casto. Black. Draco gritted his teeth.

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Draco. The first time Malfoy heard the name was during the Christmas break in his first grade.

It was an afternoon and the family sat around a small round table in the garden, enjoying refreshments at a leisurely pace. They are covered by a large parasol, but they feel warm as spring when the snow is falling.

Draco Jr. is happily telling his parents what he saw at school: Harry. How Potter befriended Weasley and the Mudbloods, and how he teased Harry. How Potter and Snape made things difficult for Harry. Porter......

An owl flew through the snow into a snow-covered garden. It interrupted his monologue by handing a letter to his father. This upset him.

"Sorry, I'm going to confirm a message. Be right back. The father said, handing the letter to his mother, who looked dissatisfied.

She nodded anxiously.

He grabbed his cane and walked quickly back into the house.

After a while, he returned.

Before he could take off his robe, there was some ash scattered on it.

"It's late. It was Dumbledore who had taken Castor. His face was gloomy, "One step too late." If we had met him first—"

"He's always going to Hogwarts. He's smart, we have a chance, we don't need-"

They seemed to suddenly notice that their dissatisfied son became pleasant again, and never mentioned the name again.

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The second time, during the summer vacation, Draco actually met the boy.

Father fights with Weasley, then waves to him and prepares to leave the bookstore. Suddenly, he heard his father's cry of surprise.

"Casto! Why are you here? ”

This stunned him. As soon as I turned my head, I saw the boy.

His black hair was a little messy, and he was wearing Muggle casual clothes with a touch of ash. The boy came out from behind a pile of fallen bookshelves, looking a little dazed.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you." When the boy saw his father, he immediately regained his manners.

They communicate gently, like guests and hosts at a banquet. The host accidentally snubbed the guest and offered to apologize.

"Besides, I want you to come to Slytherin," said the father approvingly, "you will be well suited." ”

He couldn't believe that there were few other children who had so high hopes from their fathers - and even offered to make amends.

When my father came home, he really sent a letter asking about "a room full of planets."

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At Hogwarts, they meet again.

It's not very accurate to say that they met, because he was just staring at the boy.

In the resplendent hall, the black-haired boy remained elegant, and there was no nervousness on the outside. One by one, the freshmen on either side of him ran to put on the broken hat with excited expressions. Most of the freshmen who didn't read their names looked panicked.

Even when Professor McGonagall finished reading a list, the boy was the only one left among the new students, and the boy's face did not change.

On the five tables in the hall, both students and teachers looked surprised.

"Casto. Black! ”

The Slytherins were even more amazed, and a little admiring. Only a few people from the other three colleges were talking about it.

The boy paced slowly and put on his hat.

"It must be a Slytherin." I don't know how many people think so.

As if to show his difference, a sword fell out.

"Gryffindor!"

There was enthusiastic applause from the Gryffindor table. After being stunned, they seemed to welcome someone who could turn something as safe as wearing the Sorting Hat into a dangerous adventure.

Once again, Draco was incredulous.

There are many people who are unbelievable. Castor was the first to summon a sword during a sorting ceremony, a Gryffindor, and a skipping student.

He naturally got along with Harry. Potter walked together; He can cast spells, but he studies on his own in all the classes related to spells; He excelled in classes that had nothing to do with Charms - Snape couldn't beat him.

But Castor, after attracting so many eyeballs, simply ignored those curious glances.

He sounds like no one else, but his demeanor is approachable.

It seemed that he was just not interested in being watched like this. When you don't talk to him with special eyes - he is very frank and cheerful.

So a lot of people just think of him as a Gryffindor who is a bit of a pedal.

The Slytherins disagreed, especially Draco.

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"Hello." Casto said hello easily.

Wood proudly introduced Castor, but Casto was a little strange, the little boy in front of him had his head down, and he could only see Per's blonde hair.

Castor raised an eyebrow, remembering who was on the other side.

"Hello, Casto," the little boy suddenly looked up and interrupted Wood, "I'm Draco. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Fortunately. We've seen it. Castor nodded.

"Those two light wheels 2000 - did you give them them?" Draco continued, his body trembling slightly.

"Sort of." Casto looked at him strangely.

Draco gritted his teeth.

He felt jealousy boiling in his blood. There was a man in front of him who was valued by his father, but who accidentally came to Gryffindor.

His father also told himself in the letter that it was most likely a mistake, but that he would not give up on the boy.

Now it looks like Casto. Blake was happy with the result.

This made the doted Draco feel extremely complicated.

"You shouldn't do that," Draco. Malfoy said slowly—he looked like he was trying to suppress his emotions, but his tone became quicker—and he finally shouted, "You shouldn't be a Gryffindor!" You shouldn't waste your time on them! ”

On the field, Ron and Hermione had just arrived from the lawn after breakfast, and Colin cautiously walked down from the stands to see what was going on. Their eyes widened in consternation as everyone else, including the Slytherins.

"You know that! You are expected high by my father! You should be a Slytherin, because only Slytherin can bring you glory! Draco said viciously, "Look at who you're around now?" ”

His eyes swept over the Gryffindors behind Castor, especially Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"A savior who can defeat the Dark Lord as a baby? A red fur that can't even afford a broom? Draco said in a malicious tone, "Or, little mud—"

Casto pressed his wand against Draco's forehead. He felt the chill and shut his mouth suddenly, his body trembling with fear.

No one could see Castor's movements, as if for a moment, he held a man's life in his own hands.

"I don't need you to teach me how to make friends," Casto said haughtily, "remember?" ”

Draco's eyes widened as he remembered that he had been on the train with Harry. Potter's Encounter.

That was not his original intention, nor was it his father's will.

He's repeating the same mistakes again.

The Slytherins left.

The Gryffindors stood there in amazement, at least they had never seen Slytherin fleeing in disgrace, and Castor speaking in such a haughty tone.

"I'm sorry, I had to leave too." Casto turned around and smiled softly, "I think of some of my own arrangements. ”

He stared down at the back of his somewhat hot hand. The blue-black coat of arms was tinged with blood, and the snake wrapped around the cross writhed and spitted out the serpent's letter.

It was like whispering to him.