Time is in a hurry, in the next time, Thor started much faster than ordinary people, it only took a week, he was promoted from a magic apprentice to a first-level magician, which is mostly related to his lightning ability, although it does not belong to a system, but in terms of the force and quantity structure, there are still some methods that can be borrowed, Augustus is very satisfied with Thor's speed, even Loki, in the transition from magic apprentice to official magician stage, it took about ten days.

Malfoy didn't reappear in class until Thursday morning, halfway through the double Potions class for the students of Slytherin and Gryffindor House. He stumbled into the main castle building, his right arm wrapped in a bandage and hanging from a sling.

"How's it going, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson smirked and asked, "Does it hurt?" It hurts. Malfoy said, deliberately putting on a brave grimace. But Harry saw that when Pansy looked away, he winked at Crabbe and Goyle. "Sit down, sit down." Professor Snape said lazily.

Malfoy sat down next to Augustus, and Lillian had a sneer on her face, "Yo, our great hero is back, just returned from the battlefield, how are you feeling, do you want to give a battle speech, let us civilians also feel your heroism." ”

"Ahem," Malfoy coughed twice with his hand in embarrassment, and then said proudly, "This little injury is actually nothing at all, a minor injury is not in the line of fire, so even though my hand can barely move a bit, I still apply to come to class, and Mrs. Pang Lei was also moved by my bravery, and specially allowed me to come to class, hehe." ”

"Tsk, it's really courageous, I can't usually see it at all, you still have such bravery, even the knights in the Muggle world who are known for their bravery, I'm afraid they can't compare with you in this regard." Lilian had a hypocritical envy in her eyes, a look of extreme adoration.

"Well, that's, of course. It is my mission to fight against Hagrid's evil forces that persecute students for fun, and even if I am so badly injured, I will not succumb to his obscenity, and the wound will only make me understand my mission better! Malfoy did not blush at all, and when he said that, he actually began to chant in a high tone and with a holy face.

"You can get out! I usually feel that you are very shameless, but I didn't expect to come back from an injury and your skin has become so thick, I can't stand it at all! Lillian finally couldn't take it anymore and scolded angrily.

"Cut, ignorant human." Malfoy's cheeks were indeed much thicker, and he didn't care about Lillian's taunts at all, "Sir," Malfoy then cried, "sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies because of my arm??"

"Weasley, for Malfoy." Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face was as red as a brick in anger.

"Your arm is fine." He said to Malfoy angrily.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you've heard Professor Snape, cut these roots."

Ron grabbed the knife and pulled Malfoy's roots in front of him, beginning to cut them roughly, resulting in different sizes.

Augustus looked at Ronche's ugly roots and shook his head slightly, with what he knew about Malfoy, Ron would only make himself suffer by doing this, what a lovely teenager.

Sure enough, as expected, "Professor," Malfoy said in a long voice, "Weasley has cut my roots into all sorts, sir." ”

Snape approached their table, looked down through his hooked nose to the table, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from under his long, greasy black hair.

"Swap roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"Despicable tricks." Lilian, who watched the whole acting, couldn't help but taunt, Malfoy really deserved to be a qualified Slytherin, and his shameless practices had been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and were completely unspeakable.

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own roots, cut them to exactly equal size.

"Now." Snape said in his most dangerous tone.

Ron shoved his own beautifully cut root across the table to Malfoy, then picked up the knife again.

"And, sir, I need someone to peel my figs for me." Malfoy said, his voice filled with malicious laughter.

"Potter, you can peel the figs for Malfoy." Snape said, giving Harry a look of disgust that he had kept for Harry.

"Potter, watch my figs, I don't want them to be peeled like they were. Be cautious. Malfoy, like a god, commanded with a big thorn.

Harry's face was calm with rage, and he viciously peeled the fig as if he were peeling Malfoy's skin.

"Rest the anger, stop the anger, you two shouldn't know how that stupid big guy is doing." Malfoy's face was mysterious, and his voice became inaudible.

"What do you want!" Harry tossed a peeled fig on the table and said angrily.

"Well, don't get too excited, you know, my father has always been very concerned about my life at Hogwarts, and this time he was so badly injured that my father was furious, so, of course, he hasn't sent Hagrid to Atskabain yet, but I'm afraid he can't do it." Malfoy's face was indifferent, as if he had done something to crush a small bug.

"Come on, Malfoy, don't scare Harry, your father has long since stepped down from his position as a school leader, and now he has no right to fire Hagrid, you're a bit of a brag." Lilian couldn't get used to Malfoy's calm expression, and said sarcastically.

"Ahem." Malfoy's face slowly turned red in Harry's puzzled eyes, "Don't look at me with such suspicion, Potter, although my father has retired, with his popularity on the board, it won't take much time to fire Hagrid." Malfoy said slowly, in a long voice.

Harry's eyes were gloomy, yes, with the power of the Malfoy family, how could a weak individual like Hagrid resist, it was already a blessing not to be sent to Atzkaban, at this moment, Harry suddenly had some different hatred for the so-called wizarding world, and a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before, he could face Voldemort, he could protect the Philosopher's Stone, he could bravely enter the secret room, even if he did so many things he never thought about on weekdays, but it was just a simple little thing to protect Hagrid, he was powerlessLooking at Malfoy's triumphant face, he suddenly felt that the purest and softest place in his heart had been broken.