After a few days, Melda kept learning about the course of events in the museum from the Daily Prophet, but he didn't feel that the final result should be over.

First of all, the Muggle family, which took the place of the Corris family to look after the museum, probably died out centuries ago.

If it weren't for the fact that his family still had that title deed, and that the contract with the original Muggle family was still there.

I'm afraid no one will know it's Corris's family at all.

But Melda shouldn't really care, it's just a museum. The attack was attacked, and he still cares about this?

Just some Muggle artifacts. It wasn't worth the trip. He is so arrogant with a big family and a big business.

Apparently, though, Melda underestimated the caution of a bunch of greedy guys.

He didn't want to think about how if it was just a simple attack, it could be in the Daily Prophet.

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The first lesson of the morning was Melda's favorite Potions class.

Of course, Melda is now considered a dog in Snape's eyes.

Because in the second half of Harry's hospitalization, if it weren't for Snape wiping his ass in the back. Melda could guarantee that Harry wouldn't be sitting in the classroom so easily now.

Even Harry can't be this sher, at least he has to be a sher with Avatar.

For a student like Melda, heart to heart. If he had encountered it himself, it would have degraded naturally by now, and had become the fertilizer for Professor Pomona Sprout's cultivation of herbs.

Snape couldn't bear to make a move on him until now, which is telling.

Snape, you drip forbearance, I'm afraid it's a forbearance.

Ahem!!

"Hey, Pote!" During Potions class, Malfoy, who was sitting not far from Harry, kept whispering to Harry.

But Miss Evans ignored him.

This made Malfoy anxious, and continued to keep Potter Potter barking. He looks like a schoolboy in a class who keeps grabbing someone's pigtails in order to attract the attention of the girls in the front row.

The same people are disgusted when they see dogs......

Ron, on the side, tightened his robes and squeezed a cloud of white mist as close as he could to the hot cauldron in front of him. After a pause, he said, "Since Harry defeated Slytherin in Quidditch, how do I feel that Malfoy's harassment of Harry has become even worse. ”

"It's cold!" Hurriedly put his hand close to the perimeter of the crucible. Ron continued: "If he was trying to disgust us, then I have to say he succeeded. ”

It was already mid-December.

It's already snowing at Hogwarts. The cold in the hallway was biting, and the cellar where the Potions classroom was located was even more terrifying, that kind of cold, no longer physical, it was simply the continuous ice magic in the refrigerator.

Gan! Why is there no heating at Hogwarts!!

Why is there no heating!!

!!

"What a pervert!"

"No, he's not a pervert anymore." Melda also clamped her clothes, her hands trembling constantly. He looked up at Malfoy's somewhat flustered cyan face. Then he said firmly: "He's in love." ”

"What?"

Not only Ron, but even Hermione and Harry were intimidated by Melda's remarks.

"Malfoy is in love?"

"Tell me, it's the poor guy who fell in love with that thing. She's really unlucky. Ron asked impatiently.

"It's not hard to guess." Melda said mysteriously with her head down.

"Look who he's revolving around now, will you know soon?"

"Huh?" Hermione quickly turned her head to look at Malfoy.

I saw that the guy avoided Snape's gaze as he craned his neck and continued to scream.

"Break, break!"

What Potter, Melda said slightly speechless.

Call Miss Evans, stupid!

"Damn, isn't it, Harry, Malfoy has a crush on you?" Ron said in shock and anger.

"He's such a pervert!"

"Melda, what do you say?" Harry retorted with a red face, "He's provocative, provocative, understand?" ”

Immediately afterward, Harry began to list the first time he and Malfoy met, and all kinds of mutual disagreements, and after that, they continued to make trouble with each other.

After that, it was the flying lesson, and they fought hard.

Then there was a mutual disagreement, and it came in November.

After a Quidditch match...

Forehead... Harry suddenly realized that Malfoy didn't seem to be as mean as he used to be since Quidditch, and the two of them hadn't clashed since.

"No, no, no." Harry hurriedly stopped.

"In short, we are enemies." Then there was another burst of laughter, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Just as the quartet was in a hurry, Snape, who was standing behind them, finally couldn't help it, picked up the potions textbook in his hand and pointed it at the heads of Melda, Hermione, and Ron.

"You are not allowed to talk to each other in class, and Gryffindor deducts ten points."

Harry shrank his head and looked helplessly at the other three.

After waiting for Snape to leave, Ron couldn't help but complain: "Why! Obviously Harry said the most, why didn't Snape hit her. ”

"Because they have red hair." Melda said softly.

"I'm red-haired, too!"

"Do you have long hair? Do you have dark green eyes? Is your name also Harry Evans? ”

"Red hair alone is useful!"

"Someone's still red-haired in his old age!" Melda looked at Ron's unwilling face and said disdainfully.

Speaking of which, Harry's red hair was only retained at Melda's strong suggestion.

Harry had planned to cut it shorter, as his hair was too long and the ends were already reaching his waist.

However, after Melda taught him a spell that automatically changed his hairstyle and two bottles of primary physique enhancers with no added refreshments, he finally reluctantly agreed.

Unexpectedly, it was him who was injured now.

Harry, after truly feeling the buff to Snapp's attack on Snapp, never said anything about cutting his hair.

Gan! What a sin! Find something for yourself, Harry could have attracted at least sixty percent of Snape's firepower, but now it's okay and it's all shared.

"Harry Evans?" Although Harry Potter didn't understand the reason for Melda's new name, he thought it was surprisingly good after repeating a few words.

"Lily Evans, your mother's name." Melda suddenly asked, "Harry, you don't even know your mother's last name, do you?" Don't you live with your aunt? ”