Chapter XXVIII

Back in the Slytherin common room, Draco still looked angry. Under the same circumstances, the old immortal Dumbledore not only spared the Gryffindors, but also specially called them to his headmaster's office, which was simply unfair to two extremes.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's lack of points, even if it was a lose-lose situation, he would have pulled Gryffindor's trio into the water.

At least in terms of numbers, the Gryffindors, which totaled three, were more unlucky than the two of them.

"Why did you agree to his invitation, I don't want to see that damn old thing at all."

Until he entered the common room, Draco kept complaining about Sephiroth's self-assertions, forgetting that he had recently played a duel on his behalf.

"Draco, alright, shut your mouth. Do you think we can still refuse to say yes in that case? ”

Sephiroth was a little annoyed, obviously Draco found this trouble himself, but he blamed him afterwards, did he really think of him as a good gentleman?

"Does he dare to do anything to us?"

Draco said with some surprise that he really didn't think Dumbledore would dare to hurt them at school.

"Of course it won't do anything to us, but don't forget, Dumbledore is the Headmaster, and he has a lot of power here. Many of the professors in this school are Dumbledore's die-hard members, and as long as Dumbledore gives the order, we will not have a good time in the future. ”

Sephiroth knew that Dumbledore wouldn't do anything to them, but if he made him think that the Slytherin duo was an unstable factor, then Sephiroth and Draco's good days would come to an end.

If you want to play with the eyes of the heart, let alone Draco, Sephiroth can't play the old fox Dumbledore.

"Anyway, just be careful tomorrow, Dumbledore won't dare to do anything to a student."

Before parting, Sephiroth comforted Draco and told him to get a good rest, and he would have to go to the headmaster's office to deal with the old fox after class tomorrow.

After a sleepless night, Draco walked out of his room early the next morning with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

After all, he was still a child, and he would still be upset when he was found out after doing something bad, and if Draco had changed a few years later, he probably wouldn't have cared about this boring rule, but unfortunately he was still very young now.

After not getting a good night's sleep, Draco held back his resentment, and the Slytherin students who saw him spontaneously took a detour, which showed that the strength of his resentment was well known to everyone.

"Ah, Merlin is on top, what do I see? haha！ How did Master Malfoy, who had always paid attention to his appearance, become so decrepit. ”

Sabini came out of the corner, just in time to bump into an upset Draco, who sneered at his pair of clear black circles.

"Shut up, Sabini! You'd better not me off! ”

Fried at one point, and was ridiculed when he was not in a good mood, Draco suddenly jumped to his feet and shouted angrily.

"Calm down, Draco, it doesn't look like you at all."

Holding Draco's shoulder with one hand, Sephiroth said to him. In Sephiroth's memory, Draco was the typical villain who was not afraid of heaven and earth under the love of his parents, and it was hard to believe that he was afraid of his teacher like an ordinary student when he was in the first grade.

"Phew~ I'm sorry, Sabini."

Taking a deep breath, Draco managed to calm himself down, he knew how terrible it would be to meet Dumbledore in his current state.

It's a disaster!

Slytherin's class this morning was Professor Pomona Sprout's Herbal Medicine class.

One morning, Draco seemed a little absent-minded, and although he was here, his heart didn't know where he had flown to.

He always made mistakes, either forgetting to bring gloves or forgetting to plant the herbs used in class. Even Professor Sprout saw that Draco seemed to have something on his mind, and was kind enough to persuade him to go back to the break room for some rest, but Draco refused the professor's suggestion.

His absent-mindedness finally catches the attention of his friends, and Miss Pansy, who has been watching his every move with concern since the morning, is comparable to a perverted voyeur.

"Draco, what's wrong with you? Don't be alone in your heart. ”

As soon as class ended, Draco turned to leave the classroom, but Pansy was quickly pulled in by Pansy's eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Waving his hand, Draco explained over and over again, but Pansy just didn't believe it, and her look of suspicion made Draco helpless.

"Don't lie, look at the way you look, your face is so haggard that it makes people's hearts ache."

Pansy caressed Draco's face gently, her soft and slender palms rubbing lightly on Draco's face, but Draco was very uncomfortable with such an intimate gesture, and he shook his head and tried to shake off Pansy's hand.

"I just haven't slept well all night, and listening to you, I feel like I have an incurable disease."

Anything that is overdone can make people angry.

It's like a breeze and drizzle, while enjoying the rain in front of the window, while listening to the sound of the wind and drinking tea, this is a kind of enjoyment, and countless poets from ancient times to the present are full of praise for it. But once the wind and rain are too strong and turn into a violent storm, I am afraid that there will be no poet who can happily drink tea and compose poems.

Draco was like that, he felt Pansy's concern and was grateful to have such a friend, but he didn't like it to be overly caring, it would make him feel constrained.

"Really? All right. ”

As a pure-blood nobleman, her mother's teachings had taught her to go too far since she was a child, and she knew that Draco's words were just perfunctory, but Pansy still stopped the topic with interest.

Just let the other person know that he cares about him and leave a good influence in his heart, and that's enough.

"Let's go, it's time for the old fox's invitation."

Looking at his watch, Sephiroth realized that it was almost time, and he called Draco to free him from Pansy's meek trap.

It is obviously a small prop invented by Muggles, but wizards have also become popular, and many gadgets in life are not uncommon in the wizarding world. It's like watches, pocket watches, lighters and other gadgets, if they can make their lives more convenient, wizards won't really reject them.

"Creamy mints."

With the correct command, the two stone statues blocking the way in front of the headmaster's office moved out of the way and opened the door.

"Welcome, kids. Please sit down, I have a lot of candy from Duke Bee, would you like to eat some first? ”

Like he said, he literally poured a lot of candy out of the desk drawer, a large basin full of all kinds of candy and snacks. The basin here does not refer to the bowl used for eating, but to the large basin used to hold things.

Draco and Sephiroth couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their eyebrows, there were so many sweets, even those of them who were born noble teenagers would not buy so much at once.

God knows how this old fox doesn't have tooth decay, he doesn't look like a guy who can brush his teeth on time, should he say that Madam Pomfrey's jishu is too good?

"Thanks, but we don't need it. If it's okay, we're going to leave first. ”

Sephiroth looked at the pile of candy as if he had bad intentions, he didn't dare to forget that Dumbledore was an old bastard who would do anything to achieve his goals like Slytherin, and who knew if he would do something in it.

He had no doubt that Dumbledore must have done something similar.

"Well, what a pity. Candy is such a sweet thing. ”

Dumbledore said sorry as he peeled off a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth.

……

"Draco, I'm glad! Good thing you didn't eat the candy, I smell a strong spitter on it. Damn Dumbledore! ”

Coming out of the headmaster's room into a no-man's corner, Sephiroth whispered to Draco.

"What! Truth teller? How dare he...... However, it is really an unnecessary worry. Young Master Ben's taste is not bad enough to eat those candies. ”

Coming out of the headmaster's office, Draco, who was relieved, was still a little absent-minded, and almost didn't jump when he heard this. Originally, I didn't know about the problem of the truth elixir, but I was also afraid for a while when I heard Sephiroth say this. But as soon as he thought of the disgusting cockroach pile, he immediately pursed his lips in disdain.

"Weishenme, he doesn't dare to do this? Dumbledore's hands are full of blood, and there are fewer pure-blood wizards who died at his hands? ”

Laughing at his ignorance and naivety, Sephiroth pointed out how many pure-blood corpses had stepped on to ascend to the highest halls of honor under Dumbledore's radiance.

Draco and Sephiroth didn't tell the third person about the conversation in the Headmaster's Office, and in reality, their performance was nothing to boast about.

In the face of Dumbledore's invisible oppression, they were only silent in the spirit of resolutely not cooperating and ignoring it. Most of the time, it was Dumbledore who was talking, or just a subtle warning or exhortation.

Dumbledore was the one who wanted face after all, he didn't say it explicitly, but he definitely knew in his heart that neither he nor the two of Slytherin would be wrong. Sephiroth and Draco certainly knew what he was trying to say.

He didn't want to get along with his students like this, and it can be seen from Tom's case that there is something wrong with his life. He regretted his choice at that time, maybe as long as he was a little more involved with Tom, less guarded and more sincere, maybe the feared Dark Lord Voldemort would not have been born in the future.

It is precisely because of his vigilance and rejection that Tom Zuihou turns away from warmth and love and plunges into a cold-blooded and brutal environment.

This has always been a thorn in his heart, and he has always wanted to make amends for his mistakes and eliminate Tom, who has become the Dark Lord.

Today, facing Draco and Sephiroth in the same way again was definitely not what he wanted. But he must warn them not to go down the same path.

Because, they are really too similar, the same talent, the same contempt for authority, the same ......

Slytherin!