When Clark woke up from his bed, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

He had just finished taking a nap, and he was still a little confused, but who let him have something to do in the afternoon, and I don't know if he would lower the bottom line a little lower if he stayed up like this Malfoy.

Hermione had been waiting in the lounge for a while, and when she saw him, her first words were, "I thought you were going to release Malfoy's pigeons?" Aren't you afraid that he will give up? ”

Clark straightened his hair, which had become messy from sleeping, and said with a grin, "What are you afraid of, people, the easier it is to get something, the more they don't know how to cherish it." On the contrary, the more he paid the price and did not get what he didn't get, the more he never forgot it. ”

"Then Malfoy was cleaned up by me, and suffered such a big grievance, if he gave up like this, wouldn't those grievances be in vain? This is what is known as sunk cost in psychology. ”

Hermione nodded, as a girl, she was unusually quick to accept this knowledge.

"Of course, it can't always be like this, and you still have to give him a sweet taste from time to time. Okay, let's go first, he might be in a hurry. ”

The two pushed open the door to the break room, and Clark whistled, only to see a dark shadow flash outside the window, and they set off.

On the other side of the school, our Draco Malfoy was standing on the edge of the Black Lake with an anxious face, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

He had eaten lunch in a hurry at noon, and then split up with two of his followers and went alone to the edge of the Black Lake, ready to wait for Clark to come to him.

In fact, Malfoy was originally going to stay in the Slytherin common room, so that Clark could not find himself. But after thinking about it, he finally gave up on the idea.

He really liked the little dragon, so in order to prevent the other party from finding him, Malfoy also found such an open place, no matter which floor of the castle, he only needed to look out of the window to find him.

However, he soon regretted that although the sun in spring was not so fierce, anyone who stood for so many hours would be a little unbearable.

But the more this happened, the more Malfoy didn't want to leave, he had been standing for so long, and his sincerity was full, if he hid back in the house like this, then Clark wouldn't be able to see it.

But he waited until the smoke in his throat was almost up, and Clark was still nowhere to be seen. Just when he wondered if he had been tricked again, a crow with black feathers flew above his head and let out a strange cry of "yahhhh

Malfoy, who was already distraught, would hear the ugly cry again, and his heart was even more nameless, and he grabbed his wand and waved it to shut up the crow.

Gray-white light erupted and flew towards the crows in the sky. He thought he would be clean next, but the next moment, the nasty crow flapped its wings and spun sideways half a circle with great agility, giving way to the unkind blow.

"Impossible!"

Malfoy's eyes widened, not looking at the rays of light emitted by the wizards when they used their spells, and thought that their attacks still needed to be targeted.

No, the Spell is not a Muggle firearm, this "twisted" power is inherently manipulated by the wizard's subconscious, and when they see an enemy and consciously target the opponent, no matter how the enemy's body dodges, the attack will follow.

Of course, this doesn't mean that a wizard's spell will never fail, as a powerful mage from another time and space once said, "Magic must defeat magic!"

Wizards have their own magical powers, so they only need to train for a period of dueling, and they will soon be able to master the "twisted" nature of magical power, thus forming a natural distorted stance on their own body surface, or a layer of spiritual light, in order to interfere with other wizards' locking on them.

Therefore, whether the wizard's spell is accurate or not depends entirely on the firmness of the will of both parties, of course, this kind of will distortion that spreads out is also a manifestation of the charm of the wizard, sometimes, you only need to look at the external temperament of the wizard, you can roughly judge the strength of the other party.

But what the hell is this crow, and why can't the spell hit it?

Malfoy's mind was filled with doubts, and he waved his wand unbelievingly and tried again.

However, in the face of the crow that could not be locked, the tiny rays of magic were worse than Muggle pistols. The black crow was like a ghost floating in the air, dancing lightly, jumping lightly upwards for a distance, and the gray-white spell flew past its belly without even hurting a single hair.

"Ahh

The crow flew closer after dodging the spell, and the ugly cry seemed to mock Malfoy.

"Hell! Damn brute, even you came to bully me. Malfoy swung his wand as if he were wielding a baseball bat, and in a fit of rage, he had already decided to use a powerful range spell that he hadn't mastered yet.

"Flame ......"

"Hey! Draco, how about you go to burn the birds? ”

There was an indescribable contagiousness in the hearty laughter, as if it was a basin of cold water, pouring it down from his head and extinguishing the anger in Malfoy's heart. He turned his head to look behind him, and saw Clark walking down the stairs not far away, leading Hermione.

Of course, Clark couldn't have gotten Malfoy to cast a range spell, and the raven was his favorite. It was also by relying on Fokine's surveillance of Malfoy that Clark was able to grasp his whereabouts.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Malfoy immediately left the pesky crow behind and accused Clark of "You're late!" ”

Clarke, of course, could hear a hint of resentment in the other man's voice, but he smiled disapprovingly, as if he had taken Malfoy.

"You're early, Draco, it seems that you have a lot of value for the little dragon," he looked up at the crows in circles in the sky, "Legend has it that in the ancient East, those who saw crows would get good luck, and maybe today would be your lucky day." ”

Malfoy had never been to the East, so he naturally didn't know if what he said was true or not, but just by looking at the smile on Clark's face, he felt that it was at least ninety percent untrue.

It's a pity that he can only pinch his nose and follow the other party's words: "Yes, that's really good, it seems that our young master Pu Witt has brought me some good news." ”

In the end, in order to save his already broken face, Malfoy deliberately added, "If this news is not good, then don't blame me for being rude." ”

Clark looked at his bluffing appearance, the smile on his face undiminished, took Hermione, turned and left.

"Eh, where are you going?"

Malfoy was in pursuit.

"Go see what you want."

"What?"

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