Where smart people can't find it, that's where smart people won't go.

"Where do smart people not pass?"

John touched his chin and muttered, "Ravenclaw is a man of wisdom, what made her let go of wisdom?"

Or to put it another way, what is worthy of the wisdom that the proud eagle gives up pursuing?

Ravenclaw spent her life in the quest for wisdom, as she left behind the crown.

It's hard for such a person to believe that she would fall in love to the point of giving up on wisdom.

"Gildero, you've done me a favor." John leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the tabletop, intentionally or not.

If Lockhart hadn't changed his style and written a book about love in romantic Paris, John probably wouldn't have thought of this.

It's a pity that it's one thing to think about it, and it's another thing to implement it.

First of all, John did not fall in love.

Secondly, where is he going to find such a person?

"A wise man does not fall in love."

John found this condition to be fraught with difficulties.

Walking out the door, inside the common room, his gaze swept over Daphne, who was sitting on the couch.

Daphne was staring viciously at the large window in the Slytherin common room, the person standing there, to be exact.

"Ato, let's go to the Black Lagoon another day," Malfoy said with a wave of his hand, "I'll get a small boat on which we can raft."

Astoria blinked and smiled sweetly, "Okay, thank you, Draco."

Malfoy cocked his head, a proud expression.

Glancing at the distance between himself and Astoria, his sinful right hand lurked towards Astoria.

Touched.

That's Astoria's clothes.

Through a layer of clothing, Malfoy was excited.

With a slight strain in his right hand, the loose school robe pressed against Astoria's skin, outlining the shape of the thin waist.

Malfoy's brain was racing at the moment, and his breathing became rapid.

Astoria didn't resist, but leaned towards Malfoy.

"It's near, it's near!"

Malfoy seemed to be able to smell the scent of pear blossoms on Astoria's body, and his heart was beating fast.

His gaze fell on Astoria's pink cherry lips, and the kiss in the classroom from last year came to his mind.

The soft touch is softer and sweeter than a marshmallow.

"Ato."

Malfoy's voice was low, and he looked at Astoria affectionately.

The gaze met the blue eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Gradually get closer.

"Ah, Piff!" Daphne placed the parchment paper in her hand over the table.

She couldn't take it anymore and flipped the table that was in the way, drew her wand and headed for Malfoy.

"Hang the Admiralty upside down! （levirpus）」

"It's hot and spicy! （furnunculus）」

"Grinning hula! （rictusepra）」

"Tarangtella! （tarantollegra）」

"Incisors Stick! （densaugeo）」

「……」

Spell after spell struck Malfoy.

The Slytherin students were stunned, and one by one they rushed up to stop Daphne as she continued to cast the spell.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"Be sane, stay sane!"

"Even Draco, he's going to die, Daphne!"

The girls are in charge of Radamen, and the boys are in charge of being the human wall.

Malfoy was hung in mid-air, with scabies on his face, but he couldn't stop laughing, his legs still dancing wildly, and his bunny-like front teeth growing out of his laughing mouth.

In the end, it was John who came to the rescue.

Malfoy was furious,

"I'm only seventeen, and I want to kiss me, what's wrong with me!"

John looked at him in silence and silently took a step to the side.

Daphne, who was finally stopped behind him, immediately drew his wand, and Malfoy immediately pulled John back.

"You said you don't know how to keep a low profile, and there are some things that you can't do secretly while dating." Brace couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "Everyone knows Daphne can't see this."

There is a mentality called "If I can't get it, I can't let others get it."

Who in all of Slytherin doesn't know who Daphne likes?

People have their own unrequited love, but you are shameless, and you are in love with your sister in person.

Daphne, who had been drenched in the rain, couldn't see Malfoy like this, and had to tear his umbrella tore off.

Malfoy was not happy to hear this, and exclaimed, "You chase the garbage that Weasley hasn't chased for a year, and of course you don't know that blatant love is the best!"

Brace clutched his heart and retreated, his fists hardening.

D, I really want to kill him.

"You, you bastard, I'll speak for you again, you'd better let Daphne beat you to death!"

With that, Brace locked Malfoy from behind and yelled, "Daphne, shoot at me!"

A red light sent the two men flying out together.

Slytherin's common room is a chicken-flying dog-hopping.

...

John eventually chose to take Malfoy out for a walk.

Staying longer, he suspected that Malfoy would not only be attacked by Daphne, but that the rest of Slytherin would join the fight.

Malfoy was still thinking about it.

"Obviously I have a normal relationship with Ato, she is jealous, who made her ......" At this point, he stopped.

John glanced at Malfoy, and he suddenly asked, "What do you say can make you give up what you've been seeking?"

"Pursuing?" Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment, "How could there be such a thing?"

"I think so." John nodded, and the problem still seemed to remain.

The two men came to the hallway to hang out.

Hearing that a young wizard had come out after curfew Filch appeared angrily, and when he saw who it was, he stopped.

"Good evening, John."

"Good evening, it's a nice moonlight tonight, I just saw Lady Loris on the other side."

"Oh, that naughty little one, it's getting more and more energetic."

John smiled and nodded at Filch, who beckoned to leave.

Malfoy was ignored by him.

Malfoy wondered, "You're the only one who can make Filch like this."

"You don't know, he's scarier than a ghost in the eyes of the students."

John said casually, "Only those who break discipline are afraid of Filch."

Hearing this, Malfoy's face was strange.

Aren't they breaking discipline now?

"Did you hear that rumor?" Malfoy, who didn't know where to get a lot of news at school, walked down the corridor where the moonlight spilled in, and said, "The King of Hogwarts."

"They see you as a leader, and you deserve it." Malfoy said proudly.

John raised his hand, his fingers running through the cold moonlight, and chuckled, "This is just the beginning."

The two of them walked around the school at random, and at least Malfoy didn't dare to go back until Daphne was discouraged.

Before they knew it, the two men were coming to the Ravenclaw Tower.

On the walls of the tower, there are many paintings.

"Fluorescent flickering (luos)"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the light caused the sleeping people to complain.

Malfoy, on the other hand, said viciously to the knights in one of the paintings, "Why don't I have to sleep, and you can?"

Several knights took up their weapons and shouted that they would teach the boy a lesson.

"You're just a bunch of moving paint." Malfoy deliberately brought his wand closer, forcing the knight to hide in another painting.

If these paintings could come out, then Malfoy would definitely be attacked by a crowd.

Suddenly, Malfoy's movements were too large and knocked over a frame.

Then, like dominoes, the paintings hanging on the walls fell one by one.

Before they hit the ground, the paintings all floated.

John raised his left hand and said with a speechless expression, "Draco, don't get angry with the painting."

He waved his hand and was about to hang it up.

Catching a glimpse of a landscape painting without figures, his movements stopped.

It was a tranquil riverside, with no animals and no people.

It's a strange thing, except for the occasional wind inside, there's nothing else in that painting.

"What about the man in that painting?" John beckoned, and a portrait flew in.

Coincidentally, inside the portrait are acquaintances.

Sir Cadogan, the fool who once put Sirius in Gryffindor.

"You say that?" Sir Cadogan looked up proudly and said with pride, "I don't know, I knew I was there a long time ago."

"Very early? How early?"

"I've heard the fat lady say that it has been around since Hogwarts appeared."

"Thank you for your help, Sir Cadogan." John nodded slightly to Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan admired him and said, "You're much better than that Skunk Boy."

Skunk Kid?

It seems that Malfoy's nickname is even known.

He walked over to the unique painting and looked at it.

...