"I announce, class is over!" After the bell rang, Mrs. Hodge let out a sigh of relief: It's finally over. She had never been in such a strenuous class.

"Just leave the broom where it is." After leaving such a sentence, she hurriedly disbanded the team and left the flight lesson venue.

The students gathered in groups and walked towards the castle.

"Longbottom, that guy is a real disgrace to the purebloods." Malfoy spat Neville loudly, "I've never seen a pure-blood wizard more useless than him. ”

"Maybe he should find a mirror." Ron blew his nose heavily when he heard Malfoy's words.

At that moment, Malfoy suddenly took two steps forward and picked up a shiny object from the lawn.

"Look! Which big idiot's memory ball? He looked around, his eyes rolling around the faces of one Gryffindor wizard after another, and finally said in a "uncertain" tone like a multiple-choice question, "I guess it's Longbottom." ”

His two little henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, laughed sneeringly, and a girl named Pansy Parkinson next to him answered in a weird way: "How can you be sure it's Neville Longbottom's memory ball?" There are so many idiots here, don't get confused. ”

"Stupid people are common, but there aren't many stupid people who look like that." Malfoy took the memory ball in his hand and tossed it around.

The faces of all the Gryffindor students who heard their conversation darkened.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry couldn't take it anymore, he took two steps forward, walked up to Malfoy, and held out his hand to him. Everyone stopped and watched the confrontation between the two.

"Why don't you throw this thing somewhere and let that Longbottom pick it up? Potter, what do you think about cram it into an owl shed? He stepped back, came to an ownerless broomstick, and rode up.

"Bring it!" Harry subconsciously picked up a broomstick, and it looked as if the two were going to battle it out with flying skills.

Just as the two were about to take off, a voice came—

"Malfoy, do you think it's your broom fast, or my spell fast?" Love pulled out his wand, pointed at Malfoy, and said, "You can take a gamble, but I can't guarantee that I'll catch you as you fall from the sky after being petrified." ”

Love's threat is simple but effective: if you dare to take off, I will shoot you down.

The moving target was hard to hit, but Malfoy didn't dare to bet on it.

Malfoy directly put on a stinky face.

"Are you trying to stand out for Longbottom? Very well, Moen, you-"

"Yes, I'm going to stand up for him, aren't you convinced?" Love's words were quite direct, even if he asked Malfoy directly if he was convinced, if he relented and obediently handed over Neville's crystal ball, the matter would be over. If he is not convinced, Love is afraid that he will have to convince people with virtue.

He's tired of taking people's things and hiding them somewhere.

In the face of Love's straightforward answer, Malfoy didn't dare to take a stubble, he knew Love's combat effectiveness, and the fierce man who beat the seniors in the academy on the train on the first day of school really shouldn't have a head-on conflict with him.

"Take it." He threw the memory ball directly, but Harry next to Love caught it.

Seeing this, Malfoy didn't bother to continue pestering, and turned his head and left.

On the way back, Pansy Parkinson was indignant: "That guy Love, he's just crazy!" He wants to knock you out of the sky with a bondage charm, this kind of person is a violent maniac, and he should have been sent directly to Azkaban on the day of the Sorting House......"

She seems to have completely forgotten how this conflict broke out. In her opinion, her side was just a small joke, and it turned out that Moen was so up-and-coming.

"It's okay, naturally there is a way to deal with him." There was a sly glint in Malfoy's eyes, he had found a way to deal with Love.

Although he can't beat the front, he can use external forces, which is a strategy that his father taught him.

At dinner time, as Love was debating whether to try a steak kidney-pie for it, Malfoy sneaked up in front of him with two of his little henchmen.

"Love Moen, do you dare to settle a flying lesson feud with me in a wizarding way?"

Ralph:???

Endless?

"Is it funny for you to be entangled like this?" He shook his head, Malfoy was far less important to him than the pie in front of him.

Steak kidneys pie is a type of pie stuffed with sautéed kidneys and boiled onions in wine, and is a traditional British delicacy. Love was a little unsure about whether to eat it or not, because the waist was very fishy if it was not handled properly.

"Are you scared?" Malfoy continued to provoke.

"Is this pie really delicious?" Instead of talking to Malfoy, he asked Hermione about the taste of the pie. Hermione also knew that Love was deliberately drying Malfoy, so she smiled and told him that the pie tasted pretty good.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he finally made up his mind to taste it, and after eating it, Love found that the pie didn't taste as bad as he thought.

Malfoy, who had been ignored, stood on the sidelines, his pale face turned blue with anger, and Crabbe and Goyle also grimaced, pinching their fingers.

Malfoy was in a dilemma, the worst of all to be ignored, and he could feel the students around him looking at him, wondering why a Slytherin was at the Gryffindor table. Fortunately, after Love finished processing the pie, he finally started talking to him, otherwise Malfoy really didn't know how to end it.

"Can you be more mature, I really don't want to play with children." Love's first words nearly knocked Malfoy into a state of anger.

"Tell me, what is the way of a wizard in your mouth? Duel? ”

"Yes." Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "It's midnight, how's it going?" We meet you in the prize showroom, where the door is never locked, only a wand, and no close touch. ”

When he heard "no contact", Love almost laughed: Is this because he is afraid that the spell will not work, so he will directly switch to hand-to-hand combat?

When she heard about the midnight duel, Hermione suddenly raised her head, she was worried that Love's head would be hot and take this duel, which would definitely violate the school rules!

Fortunately, Love didn't eat this set at all.

"There's no need to be at midnight, I have time now, just find an empty classroom."

Malfoy: ......

The duel is not scheduled to be at midnight, how do I report it to Filch? That's not going to work!

"I ......," he was about to say no, when Love spoke again.

"I don't have much time, I'll allow the three of you to go up together and duel without limits." Love glanced at Malfoy and Crabbe and Goyle behind him, and after assessing the combat effectiveness of the three of them, he felt that he could fight three in one.

Malfoy's heart was immediately moved.

He originally intended never to go head-to-head with Love, as he didn't even know much serious offensive magic. But when Love said he could play three, Malfoy's heart faltered.

According to his assumption, he could have swarmed with Crabbe and Goyle and punched the master to death. No matter how fast Love's full-body binding spell is, it will only have time to take down one of them, and leave the rest to the fists to solve.

After thinking about this, Malfoy decisively asked, "In which classroom did you duel in?" ”

About ten minutes later, in an abandoned classroom on the second floor of the castle, Malfoy was lying on the cold floor, unable to move his little finger. At this point, he regretted it in his heart, he didn't understand why he had changed his plans on the impromptu and really had a duel with Love.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione, who were watching, looked at each other, they really didn't expect this duel to be a crushing game.

Love's method was very simple, he quickly used the whole body binding charm to knock out Goyle, and then dealt with Crabbe as he retreated and distanced, and the problem became much easier when only Malfoy was left on the field.

"Oh my god, this is just handsome!" On the way back to the common room, Ron had been reviewing Love's movements during the duel. The more he recalled, the more he felt that Love was incomparably crisp and neat, without dragging his feet, and had the demeanor of a dueling master.

The trick was to be resolute, Malfoy had a beautiful idea, he wanted either Crabbe or Goyle to be a meat shield, but he didn't take into account what his men were thinking - they didn't want to be meat shields. This makes them hesitate, sluggish, and ultimately naturally fail. ”

Love did an analysis of the psychology of Malfoy's side, which is why he thinks he can play three.

"Is it really good to leave them there?" Although the other party is an enemy, Hermione will still take care of them, afraid that they will encounter some danger after being locked up and will not be able to get out.

"Gotta let them remember it longer!" Love spread his hands: "This lesson is deep enough, so they won't come to me again." ”

Seems to make some sense? Hermione hesitated.

……

The wood in the fireplace crackled pleasantly in the flames, and a few young wizards gathered around a table by the fireplace, on which a large pile of homework was spread.

"Yesterday's Potions class wasn't very difficult," Ron stretched as he slipped his quill into the inkwell, "Although Snape's big bat still flies around and affects our performance, it was worth it to see Snape's stinky face after Malfoy's sneeze knocked over the cauldron." ”

In yesterday's Potions class, Malfoy wasn't in a very good state, he seemed to have caught a cold for unknown reasons. He sniffled throughout the lesson, and even sneezed while making potions, knocking over an entire pot of potions to the ground.

Snape's face was terrifying when Malfoy knocked over the potion, and it took him a long time to remember his friendship with Lucius Malfoy before he managed to suppress his anger and clean up the mess Draco had made. When Pansy took Draco to the infirmary, he told Malfoy to remember to cure the damn cold.

After Malfoy's performance, the atmosphere in the Potions classroom changed subtly, and the Gryffindor students were desperately suppressing their inner happiness, locking them in their hearts without revealing the slightest.

"So why didn't he go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as he caught a cold? It only takes five minutes for her to cure a cold? Hermione said in bewilderment, as she quietly chased away Ron's hand that was quietly reaching for her history of magic papers.

"Who knows, maybe it's because of my pride." Love glanced at his empty parchment, turned to Hermione, and said, "Hermione, can you show me your history of magic papers?" I'd like to refer to it. ”

"Okay." Hermione pulled the foot-long history of magic paper from her pile of parchment and handed it to Love, "By the way, help me see if there are any mistakes." ”

Ron, who was just expelled: ?!

Treat them differently, huh?! He said that he wanted to use it for "reference"! Is there any difference between referencing and copying?

To Ron's question, Love's answer was: You borrow it to see it is called "copying", and I borrowed the paper from Hermione is "reference", and this is the difference - the subject of the sentence is different.

He wanted to go to the library today, but was stopped by Harry while waiting for Hermione to come down from the girls' dormitory in the common room. Harry wanted to learn with Love for a while, and he had some questions he wanted to ask.

The word "ask" immediately piqued Love's interest, and he smelled the smell of Xueba, so he agreed to Harry and decided to spend the day by the fire with him. Now that Harry was there, it was only natural for Ron to join in.

"You seem to have said before that there was a Gringotts break-in on your birthday?"

In the process of studying, Love will also have a small talk, and in the process will get a little information.

"Yes, Hagrid took me to Gringotts to get some money, and ......" Harry looked around and lowered his voice, "He also took out a small package from Gringotts for Dumbledore, which I suspect is a target for the intruder." ”

"Oh?" Love raised an eyebrow.

The forbidden corridor, the three-headed dog guarding the trapdoor, and the package extracted from Gringotts, the fragments of several clues gradually put together to reveal the truth: Dumbledore once stored a treasure in Gringotts, and then he felt that Gringotts was no longer safe, so he asked Hagrid to take it out when he was helping Harry get the money - Hagrid was a perfect disguise, because most people would think that Dumbledore would come and pick it up himself, Who would have thought that he would hand over the burden to a rather unreliable-looking hunting ground guard? After transferring the artifact, Dumbledore hid it in the corridor on the fourth floor, guarded by the three-headed dog Louwe.

Now Love just needs to figure out what the contents of the treasure are - it's not hard to guess.

After finishing the remaining homework at hand, Love couldn't help but stretch. He caught a glimpse of a reflection in his peripheral vision, it was Neville's orb of memory. If the ball turns red after it is held, it means that the person holding it has forgotten something. But it can only go so far and doesn't tell the user what he's forgotten...... It's miserable, because the user has to meditate for the rest of the day, remembering what they've forgotten.

Looking at the memory ball, Love suddenly realized that he had forgotten one thing too: Hermione's birthday was coming, and he didn't seem to have prepared a birthday present for her.

Hermione was a good friend of her, and it was natural to give her a gift, but the question was what did she give her?

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