Hogwarts Card Drawer

As March approached, the weather became drier, and whenever Chronos and the others went out, a biting wind blew on their hands and faces.

The weather caused a bit of a delay in communications as the owls kept getting blown off the line.

This made the Daily Prophet, which Draco subscribed to every morning, unusually late.

This time it wasn't his own that delivered the newspaper to Draco, but a tan owl. He showed up at dinner on Friday morning, half of his feathers blown all over the place.

As soon as Draco took down the newspaper of the Daily Prophet, the owl flew away impatiently, obviously afraid of being sent out to deliver the letter.

Draco opened the newspaper, as if he knew what he was looking for. He flipped back a few pages of the newspaper with ease, and finally saw a color photo of Harry.

"Huh! Look at this, Chronos." Draco excitedly showed the title to Chronos, and read it aloud, (Harry Potter's Secret History of Sadness).

All of a sudden, the ears of those who were still eating in the auditorium pricked up, and the sound of their knives and forks colliding with the outer plates became much quieter.

This is undoubtedly the scene Draco wanted, he cleared his throat and read:

"A boy unlike any other, perhaps; but a boy who bore all the troubles of youth--so wrote Rita Skeeter--ever since a misfortune took his parents, Harry was robbed of his right to be loved at the age of four. He thought he could find comfort in his close girlfriend, a Muggle-born girl from Hogwarts. What he didn't realize, however, was that he was about to go through life Another emotional blow - the loss of a love."

"Hey," chanting this, a group of Slytherin boys couldn't help but smirk, and Draco was no exception. But he has to hold back, because he still has to go on reading the newspaper!

"The Granger team, an ordinary-looking but ambitious girl, seems to be in love with those outstanding wizards, but Harry is not."

"Since Viktor Krum - a Bulgarian, the last hero of the Quidditch World Cup - came to Hogwarts, Miss Granger has been toying with the romance of two boys."

"Crum, the boy who openly flirted with the lost Miss Granger, has sent her an invitation to visit her on a summer holiday in Bulgaria, and claims he has never felt so passionately in love with another girl."

"She's ugly," said Pansy Parkinson, a pretty, vivacious fourteen-year-old student, "but she's smart enough to make love potions, and she's got brains, and I think she's doing it now."

"Love potions are of course forbidden at Hogwarts, but Albus Dumbledore no doubt wants to research and patent them. At this point, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that next time he sets his heart on Someone more worthy."

"Pfft!" Hearing this, Kronos couldn't help but spit out the oatmeal that was already in his mouth, but fortunately, there was no one opposite Kronos.

This Rita Skeeter said that Pansy Parkinson looked high on Chronos and she accepted it, because Pansy Parkinson was really not ugly. But Pansy Parkinson had the nerve to say that others used love potions casually at Hogwarts, which made Kronos unable to bear it.

"And our Miss Granger's ambition is probably more than that." Draco continued to read the contents of the newspaper, "She is also keen to have a teacher-student relationship—a girl who is about her age, but already A Hogwarts professor who has gained a great reputation in the wizarding world."

"It is reported that the alchemy product that Harry used in the second project of the Triwizard Tournament is what Miss Granger got from the Hogwarts professor." Draco read the voice behind It was getting smaller and smaller, and in the end he directly closed the newspaper and looked at Chronos with strange eyes.

Kronos was suddenly a little hairy, so he had to lower his head and ate a few mouthfuls of oatmeal to be overwhelmed.

"Kronos, don't you think the other protagonist in this teacher-student relationship fits your image well?" Draco looked at Kronos and asked.

"Is there? There are so many professors at Hogwarts, it may not be me!" Kronos was still trying to speak hard, but he had already greeted Rita Skeeter's ancestors in his heart.

"Okay, okay." Kronos waved his hand impatiently, "So what if it's me, Hermione is the most talented contestant in my magic circle class, I'll reward her appropriately How about it?"

"If you have her ability, you should pass my exam first, and come to my magic circle class to study!" This kind of anti-customer-oriented approach made Draco speechless, but he thought carefully, His talent on the magic circle is indeed incomparable to that of Hermione when she was born as a Muggle.

"Let's go, the first class is Professor Snape's Potions class." Kronos patted Draco angrily, "It will be a big trouble if he catches us late. "

"Oh!" Draco followed Chronos limply like a frosted eggplant.

This kind of thing can't be concealed naturally, and the students like this kind of non-existent gossip. In less than one morning, Kronos felt that the entire castle knew about it.

In Potions class, Chronos felt that Daphne looked at him strangely. She held a pair of polished black scissors in her left hand, and she was cutting the beetles on the table without listening.

She was sitting next to Chronos, and the movements of her hands kept repeating. The sound of the scissors opening and closing made Kronos unconsciously clamp his legs.

Finally, Professor Snape couldn't take it anymore. He stepped off the podium, stood behind Chronos and Daphne and said softly, "Daphne, your beetles are useless, they are too broken."

"Cronus." Then Professor Snape turned his head and said to Chronos with a cold face, "give your beetle to Daphne, and you two will exchange it."

"Yes, Professor." Kronos did not refute, because refuting in front of Professor Snape is invalid. Besides, Professor Snape has always treated Daphne dozens of times better than Kronos.

Then Professor Snape walked along the long table to inspect the students' hands-on level. When Professor Snape came to the Gryffindor table, all the Slytherins looked up, because they knew that the time for the play was coming.

as expected. The trio of Harry at the Gryffindor table seemed to be discussing something secretly, completely oblivious to Professor Snape standing behind them.

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