After being burned in his closet by Noble once more, Hagrid finally recognizes the true nature of the dragon saboteur. On Wednesday morning, the owl sent Harry a tear-stained note:

[I have to, I have to send this poor little baby away]

"Wow!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Hermione thanked Merlin sincerely - really, she couldn't imagine what it would be like if she delayed any longer!

Lin An had just finished breakfast at this time, and the toast slices with black pepper steak, fried egg and tomato salad barely made up a sandwich with good taste.

Another glass of warm milk...... After a semester of suffering, she is now very good at discovering different ways to eat food.

Then wipe your hands with a hot, damp towel – just tap on the plate and say what you want.

In this convenience, magic finally has a sense of realism precipitated into life.

The towel was lowered, and Draco next to him closed the notebook.

He used the method taught by Lin An to make the first handbook in his life. The notebook was densely plastered with photographs of Nobber's magic, along with crazy notes from Malfoy in various stages.

For example, this paragraph-

[On the 6th day of Noble's birth, O Merlin! It's growing so fast! The wings hit my arm and it even hurt a little. Oh poor little baby, it didn't mean to, it just lost its mom ...... since childhood]

The accompanying picture is a photo of Noble spraying Mars.

The only thing that is different from ordinary journals is that this photo is a GIF.

If he looked at it for a long time, Noble would spew out another mouthful of sparks outside the photograph, which is how the pitted black spots on the ledger came from.

His gray-blue eyes seemed to have diamonds hidden in them, and his eyes sparkled when he looked at people: "Are you going to see it at noon today?"

Lin An refused quite indifferently: "No, I want to do my homework. By the way, Draco, there's a Potions class in the afternoon."

Draco:......

He's been getting a pass from the dean twice in a row lately because of Nober, and if he continues to be absent-minded this afternoon......

"Okay." His expression straightened up again, and there was a kind of reluctance for a child to put down his mobile phone, but the words in his mouth were very calm:

"I'll do a good job of preparing."

They all stood up together, and were just about to leave the Great Hall when Harry came running panting with Ron Hermione.

Harry even shouted, "Linan!"

There was a slight commotion from the Slytherin seniors, but Prefect Jem Hollens turned around with a smile and nodded reservedly to Harry from a short distance:

"Hello, the boy who never died."

He was 17 years old, with an adult-like posture and poise, his brown hair meticulously groomed, and his blue eyes full of friendliness. Even the Slytherin badge on his body could not stop this gentleness and tolerance.

Or rather, it looks mild.

Hermione was almost stunned until Ron tugged at her sleeve.

Harry's green eyes widened as he stopped, and then he stammered a little, "You, hello."

It was the first time he had confronted Slytherin's friendliness other than Woodshore.

With Holens' statement, the rest of the Slytherins' eyes were noticeably more restrained with either look or disgust.

As for first-year students......

They're all used to it.

Except for Pansy's sneer, and when Hermione, who came back to her senses, looked over angrily, she was expressionless again.

But Harry quickly forgot about the episode, and he just grinned at Lynn Shore, "Hagrid agreed!"