This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As the heir of the noble Malfoy family, Draco has the same obsession with cleanliness as many young men.

Especially after being covered in unspeakable things, he would take a bath three times a day.

Once when he got up,

Once at noon,

Once before going to bed.

This habit is known to all the students in the Slytherin dormitory.

The first thing Draco did after waking up was to move the wooden cup on the bedside table.

If he didn't do this, he would be unable to move when his feet stepped on the floor beside the bed.

After getting out of bed and putting on slippers, he came to the wardrobe and tapped it three times before opening it.

He picked up the soft and comfortable shirt and pants like satin, and tapped the wardrobe door three times after closing it.

Today is three times, tomorrow it will be six times.

Those who don't know the rules can only dismantle this luxurious and sturdy wardrobe.

After unlocking the magic mechanisms at the entrance of the dormitory one by one, Draco, refreshed, walked towards the shower room.

As soon as he walked in, his eyes were attracted by a brand new soap placed in front of the mirror.

It is not plain at all.

It looks extremely high-end.

It looks pretty good.

Those green lace stripes raise the grade of the whole soap.

Especially the silver snake in the middle, which is enough to elevate it to the category of art.

This shape,

this style,

Draco fell in love with it at first sight.

He touched the pocket of his pajamas, took out a handful of gold galleons from it and put them on, and then held the whole bar of soap in his hand.

It is a bit too much to describe it as light as a feather, but it is indeed much lighter than some so-called high-end goods.

He applied a little force on his five fingers and then released them, and found that there was no dent on the surface.

Such quality is worth adding another handful of gold galleons.

"It feels good."

Such high quality is comparable to the pajamas he is wearing now, which have been cast with the traceless stretching spell and are completely comfortable.

The Malfoy family has plenty of money, but it only costs 100 galleons to buy a bar of soap.

Draco, who walked into the cubicle with it, felt that it should be worth the price.

The warm water flowed down from his head and splashed on the soap in his hand.

A wisp of drifting mist suddenly made the whole cubicle as ethereal as a fairyland.

Draco, who was intoxicated with himself, didn't know the extraordinaryness of these mists.

He took a deep breath and tried to use his nose to feel the fragrance.

"Fuck!"

He was wrong, and he was very wrong.

This choking and eye-irritating thing is definitely not an ordinary high-end product.

After throwing it to the ground, he covered his eyes with the hand that touched it.

"Fuck you, broken soap!"

The tears and the residual substances on the hands instantly produced some incredible magical reaction as soon as they came into contact.

And the soap on the ground was even more incredible.

Draco, who was covering his eyes, knew that the cubicle he was in was full of these terrible mists just from the snot that couldn't help flowing down.

He reached out his other hand and fumbled, trying to open the door and escape from here.

But before that, he forgot to turn off the faucet first.

The soap washed by warm water slid to his feet.

"Get away from me!"

The white and tender feet kicked its equally white body.

Even if it is liquid in nature, the surface is indeed made of soap.

"Bang——"

Half of Draco's face was red as he lay on the door of the compartment.

He opened his eyes in pain, but was hastily closed by the stinging mist.

The tears that flowed afterwards were all genuine.

He failed to save himself once, but he had already fallen on the door, and he quickly opened the door and crawled out.

Although he was naked, he stood up with full momentum.

"No matter who it is, he must die!"

Such a domineering declaration, combined with these enchanting mists, does have a taste of invincibility.

Fortunately, the little snakes didn't have the habit of getting up and taking a bath, otherwise Master Malfoy would have died socially.

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"Puff-hahahaha!"

When Draco, with red eyes, appeared, countless happy laughs suddenly rang out in the hall.

The three students at the Gryffindor table laughed the most happily.

One of them rolled on the marble floor,

one laughed like a goose, and

the last one laughed so hard that he was seriously short of oxygen.

Draco, whose face turned red instantly, did not think of a way.

Snape, a good friend of old Malfoy, said that he was helpless.

After such a declaration, the school hospital on the second floor probably couldn't do anything.

"Take it out."

This slightly cold words clearly offended him in some way.

Draco couldn't think of anything, so he had to face this cruel reality.

As soon as he sat down, the little snakes whispered something.

Several senior students suggested adding protective measures to the shower room so that the victim could take a shower in peace.

"Malfoy, what do you think?"

Draco didn't think much.

This crappy school has been targeting him since he boarded the train.

He wants to transfer!

To Durmstrang!

After missing a spell class, an express reply came.

Draco read it with trembling hands.

Not only his mother opposed it, but even his father who didn't like Hogwarts also opposed it.

All in all, it was just that the Malfoy family donated a large number of teaching supplies to the school in the name of the school director.

Drop out?

Wouldn't that be a waste of donation!

"Damn Wayne!"

If there is no suspect, then find someone to vent your anger on.

But this heavyweight player cannot be provoked at the moment.

It's not that he didn't suspect Vincent, but Snape has made it clear that it is impossible for a first-year wizard to master this Transfiguration technique.

Rather than saying that it was done by these Gryffindor students, it is better to say that the criminal is hiding in Slytherin.

The shape of that piece of soap is clearly the purest Snake House style.

Draco, who was getting more and more irritated, didn't even attend the afternoon Transfiguration class.

McGonagall was still very humane, at least she didn't deduct points from Slytherin.

But the news brought back by Crabbe and Goyle said that her face was very ugly at the time.

If she was absent again, points would definitely be deducted.

The criminal had no idea, and wanted to drop out of school but couldn't.

Draco didn't take a shower before going to bed tonight.

Even though the shower room has been equipped with many protective measures, he is not in the mood to keep this habit.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he got up and walked out of the dormitory to his dean's office.

"Professor, are you asleep?"

"Bang-bang-"

A very harsh sound rang out.

Just as Draco was about to ask what happened, the door of the office was violently pushed open from the inside.

He raised his head and saw a figure in a black cloak after being knocked to the ground.

"You are not the professor! Who are you!"

The mysterious man drew out his wand and disappeared quickly into the dungeon after a burst of red light.

Before Draco lost consciousness, he had only one firm idea in his mind.

This mysterious man who sneaked into the dean's office in the middle of the night must be the prisoner who dared to come to the dormitory to mess with him three times!

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