The diversity of campus life is vividly displayed on the first day of school.

Whether it's Harry's ominous omen in Divination class or Malfoy's tragic attack in Protecting Magical Creatures class, it's all a hot topic among young wizards.

However, there is no so-called protagonist in the real world, and no matter how exciting the news is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of time.

The heavy workload of learning caused the children to quickly forget the news as if it had never happened.

After all, if you have that time for gossip, you might as well have a magic card.

And so it was a Thursday morning.

Thanks to Clark's dismissal in class, Malfoy did not tell his father about his attack, Hagrid was not reprimanded, and Buckbeak was not accused by the Ministry of Magic.

But that doesn't mean Malfoy will be honest.

But as they sat at the long Gryffindor table eating breakfast, Malfoy swaggered into the Great Hall, while his right arm was still bandaged and hung by a strap.

Harry felt that his style was like a hero who had died on the battlefield.

"How are you, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with concern on her face, "Does it still hurt badly?" ”

"yes." Malfoy said, pretending to be brave and grimacing. But Harry saw that he winked at Crabbe and Goyle just as Pansy looked away.

"He was obviously fine at the time!" Harry said angrily.

"Pretend!" Ron added, then asked, "He's not going to want to trouble Hagrid again, is he?" ”

Clark turned his head to see Hagrid's face in the teacher's chair, a nervous expression, apparently frightened by Malfoy's move.

"It's been a few days, and he's been looking for Hagrid's trouble," Hermione analyzed, "I think he just wants to disgust people, to ruin Hagrid's reputation and attack Hagrid from public opinion by pretending to be a weaker." ”

Harry noticed that some of the students around him were also looking in Malfoy's direction, and some of them were pointing at Hagrid after exchanging words.

But Clark also has another opinion, "He's forcing the palace. ”

Clark took a bite of half of the sausage, "By establishing the image of himself as a victim, he coerced the kind-hearted Hagrid to help him in the dragon raising course." Hagrid obviously eats this set, and this guy is now smart. ”

However, there is no better way for Clark and the others to do this kind of thing, after all, the other party is really injured, and he is holding Malfoy, which will inevitably give people an aggressive and domineering feeling.

And then, Malfoy took the advantage of his weakness to the extreme.

After they had eaten breakfast, they had to take two potions lessons with the Slytherin students to learn how to make shrinking potions.

In class, Malfoy left his two henchmen behind and set the cauldron next to Harry and Ron's, so the three of them prepared the ingredients at the same table.

"Sir," cried Malfoy, "sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies, for my arm—"

"Weasley, you cut the root for Malfoy." Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face flushed, and he lowered his voice and said to Malfoy, "Your arm is fine. ”

Unfortunately, Malfoy was not ashamed, but smirked smirkly at the other end of the table, "Weasley, didn't you hear Professor Snape, cut off these roots." ”

Ron grabbed the knife and dragged Malfoy's daisy root in front of him, slicing it haphazardly, as if he had cut Malfoy's fingers instead of any herb.

"Professor," Malfoy said with a long sigh as he looked at the material of various sizes, "Weasley has cut all the roots of my daisy. ”

Snape walked over to their table, looked down at the daisy roots from his hooked nose, and smiled wickedly at Ron.

"You, swap roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully slicing his own roots into evenly equal pieces.

"Change." Snape said in his most aggressive voice.

Ron reluctantly shoved his nicely cut daisy roots in front of Malfoy, and then picked up the knife again.

"And, Professor, this fig of mine needs to be peeled." Malfoy's voice was filled with a vicious smile.

"Potter, you help Malfoy peel the figs."

Snape said, giving Harry a disgusted look.

Harry took Malfoy's crumpled figs, and Ron proceeded to cut the messy pile of daisy roots that were now his own, and the two exchanged angry glances.

If it was the two of them, Snape wouldn't let Malfoy do the work for them.

Malfoy, on the other hand, would be given preferential treatment in Snape's class, as he was the head of Slytherin House and usually favored the students of their house.

Harry peeled the fig and threw it to Malfoy on the other side of the table without saying a word, causing Malfoy to smile more than ever.

But he is not easy to mess with, looking at the proud Malfoy, Harry replied: "Your little trick has long been seen through by Clark, he knows that you want Hagrid to help you take a dragon raising class, I advise you to give up this idea." ”

Malfoy's face turned very ugly, which led to Harry and Ron helping him cut the potion materials for the rest of the Potions class.

Fortunately, both of them knew that people were under the roof and had to bow their heads, so they did it without saying a word, and did not give Snape a chance to continue to attack, even if Malfoy provoked them a few times in the middle.

However, this guy didn't give up, he always took any chance.

When Seamus Finigan leaned over to borrow Harry's copper scale, he made small talk, "Hey, Harry, did you hear that?" This morning's Daily Prophet – they think someone saw Sirius Black. ”，

"Where?" Harry and Ron immediately asked.

At the other end of the table, Malfoy, who saw Harry's reaction, also raised his head and listened carefully.

"Not too far from here," Seamus seemed excited.

"It was said that a Muggle saw it, but of course, he didn't know the exact situation, and the Muggle just thought he was an ordinary criminal, so he called the hotline.

Unfortunately, by the time the Ministry of Magic arrived, the guy who seemed to be Black was gone. ”

"It's not too far from here...... Ron repeated the phrase, then looked at Harry meaningfully.

At this point, he noticed that Malfoy was also watching them attentively, and asked, "What's the matter, Malfoy?" Is there anything else to peel? ”

Malfoy's eyes gleamed with a vicious light, and he stared intently at Harry, leaning over from the other side of the table and muffling his voice down.

"Do you want to catch Blake alone, Potter?"

"yes, that's right." Harry said without thinking.

Malfoy's thin lips twisted into a wicked grin.

"Also, if it were me," he whispered, "I would have gone out and found him." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, Malfoy?" Ron said angrily.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy seemed to sense something, and his gray eyes narrowed.

"Know what?" Harry guessed that he had said this on purpose, to pique his curiosity, but he couldn't help but ask.

Malfoy let out a low sneer and continued, "Maybe you don't want to risk your life and just want the Dementors to deal with him, do you?" But if I were replaced, I would definitely take revenge, and I would go after him myself. ”

"Say anything quickly?" Harry said annoyedly.

Malfoy shook his head deliberately and pulled back again.

Clark, who was sitting behind them, listened to the conversation and knew that Blake, who was worried about Harry, had already arrived.

It's a pity that this guy's vigilance is still very high now, even if he knows that the other party may be hiding in Hogsmeade's screaming shack, I'm afraid that he won't be able to contact him for the time being, after all, that guy is a dog and has a very smart nose.

Just as Clark was thinking about how to contact Blake and make a deal with him, the Potions class was drawing to a close.

They gathered up all the ingredients they had not used up, and then went to the stone basin in the corner of the wall to wash their hands and spoons.

Harry whispered to Ron as he put his hands under the monster-shaped dripper, "What do you mean by Malfoy?" Why should I go to Blake for revenge? He hasn't done anything to me yet. ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Ron said angrily, "he's trying to get you into doing stupid things......

After tidying up, they went upstairs to the foyer together, Harry still thinking about what Malfoy said, "Clark, Malfoy said ...... just now"

He turned around, only to find that Clark and Hermione were long gone, with only Neville following them.

"Where did he go?" The two of them stared at each other.

On the other side, Clark and Hermione, who had snuck away halfway, found a room where no one was around, and used the converter to go back two hours ago.

By the time the two of them had finished their Muggle studies class and were back where they were, Harry and the others had reached the top of the stairs, and the other students had walked past them to lunch in the Great Hall.

"Hey, Hermione, how did you get that?" Ron said, frowning.

Hermione hurried upstairs panting, her bag in one hand and what seemed to be shoving something under her robe with the other, with Clark following her.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, catching up with them.

"You were still behind us just now, and in the blink of an eye, you ran down the stairs again." Harry looked at them curiously, "And Clarke, you too, you've both been weird lately. ”

He looked the two of them up and down suspiciously, "You guys...... It can't be on a date, right? ”

"What?" Hermione felt her face seem to be burning and quickly changed the subject, "Oh—let's go back and get something." Oh......"

Hermione's bag suddenly cracked.

Harry wasn't surprised, he saw at least a dozen tomes stuffed into Hermione's bag.

"What are you doing with these books?" Ron asked her.

"You know how many classes I'm going to take," Hermione said breathlessly, "Forget it, I'll put these books there for you." ”

Hermione turned and handed the books to Clark, and Ron saw the covers of her books, "But you don't have any of these lessons today, we only have Defence Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon." ”

"yes, yes." Hermione replied vaguely, "I wish there was something good at noon, I'm hungry." ”

With that, she pulled Clark off her stride and walked towards the Great Hall, leaving Harry and the others behind.

"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron asked Harry. 、

Harry nodded, "I think Clark is about the same. ”

The two of them looked at Neville as he stood aside, and Neville shrugged his shoulders.

After lunch, they hurried to Professor Lupin's first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

In Clark's opinion, the shabby-dressed Professor Lupin is the more decent professor in Hogwarts, perhaps because the difficult life makes him cherish this job even more.

In the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he was ready to lead Clark and the others in a hands-on session.

Hearing the news, the students who were putting away their textbooks exchanged a few curious glances with each other.

Unless you count the memorable lesson Lockhart took last year, this is their first practical class.

And then Professor Lupin's performance did not disappoint them.

As in the original book, first he showed his hand to the children and punished Peeves a little, which attracted loud praise from the students.

He then took the students to the faculty lounge and introduced them to what they were going to face next—a boggart.

"Okay, can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?" But after Professor Snape exited the staff lounge, Professor Lupin asked, standing by a rattling old wardrobe.

Several students jumped backwards in fright, reminiscent of last year's class in Lockhart, all staring in horror at the clattering doorknob.

"Don't worry," said Professor Lupin calmly, "does anyone know?" ”

Hermione stepped forward.

"It's a shape-shifting magical creature that sees through people's hearts and becomes what we fear the most."

"That's a good answer, I think your name is Hermione, Gryffindor honors, and the other professors thought I mentioned you." Professor Lupin looked at her, and Hermione's face lit up with joy.

"Anything else to add?" Professor Lupin asked again.

"Boggart likes dark, enclosed spaces," Clark began, "the closet, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink, all of these places can have a Boggart's presence." ”

"They're not really dangerous, they're just trying to scare people like Peeves.

However, there are also legends that Boggart is a close relative of the devil, and they are infected by those evil breaths, and they will absorb the fear in people's hearts and become stronger and stronger.

Even the Dementors are said to have been created by a dark wizard who used the Boggart as a template to conduct an evil dark magic transformation experiment......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Professor Lupin.

"That's a great point, I can't say it myself clearly, I think you must be Clark in the first grade, Gryffindor plus ten points!"

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