Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

"Student Aibo, your sister belongs to Hufflepuff, right?"

"What's the matter?" Hema leaned against the bed, and the blond young master opposite looked at him with a smile.

"It's okay, but I heard from my father that the Aibo family is also a pure-blood family, but it's lonely in this generation."

"so?"

"I saw you in Knockturn Alley the other day, and since then I've grown to think that you'll be a Slytherin, a powerful Slytherin."

"Oh, and then?" Hema still replied lukewarmly, but she understood the reason for Malfoy's strangeness in her heart.

It turned out that he saw the scene where he was acting hard, and then told old Malfoy to let Draco get along with him, what an old fox.

"I mean, we could be friends." Malfoy stepped out of bed, a pair of gray eyes close to him.

"But, Malfoy, you don't know what kind of person I am, what kind of wizard I will become, and what powers I possess that you don't know, so we are not suitable to be friends."

Hema also took a deep breath, switched on her pretense mode, and squinted at Malfoy with an inscrutable look.

When Malfoy heard what Hema said, he became angry from the bottom of his heart. This guy is like this, and so is that Harry Potter!

But as he stared at Hema's face again, Hema slightly raised her eyelids, and whispered "kill~blood~pure"

But after hearing Hema's whisper, little Malfoy showed an expression of disbelief that turned into panic, because he didn't hear Hema's words!

There was only a gloomy tone from Hema's mouth, 'hi~ka~his~', like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the chill spread from bottom to top along his back!

Parseltongue! ? He had read it in books, and his father had told him since he was a child that the most famous user of Parseltongue was Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts!

"Aren't you from the Aibo family?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, go to bed, Malfoy, thanks for the double room!"

After finishing speaking, Hema also put the book in her hand aside, covered her with the quilt, and started her own adventures of Duke Zhou.

Malfoy, on the other hand, stared blankly at Hema lying on the bed, his expression changed again and again, he didn't know what to do.

Hema covered her head in the quilt, pulled up her sleeve, touched her left arm, and found that the place where there was only one scale had become two.

Although he doesn't know why it appeared, it has something to do with his body having undergone a magic experiment, so I won't turn into a fish or a snake! ?

This reminded Hema of Nagini all of a sudden, and he could understand Parseltongue, but unlike Harry, he was not very proficient, more like learning a new language than being inserted into it. a language.

But what about Fantastic Beasts, maybe dragons? But he doesn't want to become a dragon either, how happy it is to be a baby fish!

Forget it, wait for the opportunity to ask Lao Dengtou before talking about other things, sleep and sleep, tomorrow will be a happy study time!

Compared with Hema's state of mind, Harry's side was lying on the bed a little upset, looking at the starry sky outside, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his forehead hurt again.

The next morning, Hema got up early, but he just remembered one thing, the owl he bought hadn't been delivered yet.

Yes, Hema went to Diagon Alley and forgot to buy an owl. Later, Mrs. Abbott bought one when she went out, but she forgot to bring it with her when she left. Maybe it will come with a letter or something in the morning.

So Hema carried two Potions books and walked towards the auditorium. After all, early self-study still had to work hard.

Not to mention the subjects, Snape passed the level well, and he is still a student of Slytherin, so it would be much more convenient if he wanted to set up a library article and ask for some things.

At the moment of turning the corner,

Hema didn't pay attention, and a figure bumped into him directly. Hema retreated involuntarily, and the other person threw himself into his arms.

"Good morning, Sir."

Hema thought she would say something, but the answer was something he really didn't expect.

The other party stood up. Her long disheveled hair and dazed little face reminded Hema of a very popular character.

"Luna Lovegood?"

"Yes sir, would you like a quaver?"

Luna raised her small head, and was not surprised that Hema recognized her. Instead, she took out a magazine from her hand and handed it to Hema.

"7 Nat." Luna nodded, stretched out her small hand and put it on Hema's forehead, "You have a cold."

"Well, but don't worry." Hema has always liked Luna, after all, just looking into her eyes, the emptiness and purity make people very comfortable.

It's just that she talks and does things a little strangely, which will lead to not making many friends, but the people who can become friends with her must also be kind and reliable.

Hema didn't have 7 nits, so she took out a Sickle and put it in Luna's palm, "Can I have all three?"

"Well... I think it's better if more people see it." Luna shook her head, turned and walked away without taking Hema's money.

"Hey, I'll give it to you next time!" Hema yelled, but the answer was the murmur of the little angel Luna.

"Where should I find it... right... no..."

Hema didn't care too much about it, and continued to walk towards the auditorium, but before taking two steps, several senior wizards in green robes noticed him and walked towards this side.

Hema's heart sank, wouldn't she be looking for a job? Although my basic strength is really not strong now!

But it's best not to go too far, I don't really want to use that move that kills one thousand enemies and hurts eight hundred.

"Yo, isn't this our little Slytherin genius?"

"I'm not a genius, at least I'm not as talented as you in Quidditch, I'm just a little wizard walking on the ground."

Hema squinted his eyes and looked at the three people with a smile. In fact, this action was not intentional, but a habit he had developed since he was a child. Later, he also discovered the benefits of closing his eyes.

For example, prevent the other party from discovering your emotions, give the other party passive emotional pressure, and prevent some spells.

"..." The three people on the opposite side originally planned to give Hema a thorn in the head, but after what the other party said, they felt that there was nothing to complain about.

What's more, the other party still treats others with a smile. As the saying goes, don't reach out and hit the smiling face. This makes several people's chess fall off the board.

"Those seniors, I'm going to the auditorium first." After speaking, Hema continued to walk forward.

3 Little One just happened to be walking down the stairs at this time, and saw Hema in the corridor from a distance, and several senior Slytherin students next to him.

"Is Hema in trouble, should we go and help him!" Harry's sense of justice burst out again, and he grabbed his wand and planned to go down.

"Harry, don't be impulsive, those are senior students, we'd better go to Professor McGonagall, that's safer."

Although Hermione was very worried about Hema, she also chose a more reasonable solution. Regardless of whether points will be deducted for conflicts, it is definitely impossible to succeed in terms of strength alone.

"Kecha, go and stop that kid!"

"Marcus, forget it, it's just a kid, so what?"

"I heard that the Malfoy boy has a good relationship with him."

Marcus, the leader, was even more upset when he heard the advice of the two guys next to him, especially last night, when the kid actually ordered him, he couldn't bear it anyway. At least teach him a little lesson!

"You don't dare to forget it, I will teach this kid a lesson, let him grow a memory, and respect his predecessors!"

After finishing speaking, he took out his wand and held it up to Hema, "Flip quickly!"

"Hema be careful!"

Hearing Hermione's voice, Hema's sense of crisis instantly moved her body, but the speed of the spell was obviously faster, and from the corner of her eye Hema saw a white light shooting towards him!

Just when he was about to hit him, he stretched out his arm subconsciously, and was hit by the curse, and Ron just happened to pull Professor McGonagall to the scene at this time.

But just when everyone thought that Hema was about to be thrown away by the spell, Hema waved his hand lightly, and the light was dispelled. Hema still stood where he was, squinting at Marcus.

"Senior, your spell seems a bit strong~ You knocked out the ashes on my clothes~"