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    Slytherin Code of Conduct Five: Strive for perfection in everything you do

    Harry was grateful that he could find an excuse to sneak out of the house during the school holidays.  The school arranged holiday social activities for all students before the holidays. On July 30th, Harry made perfect use of this, "Auntmy study group is going to the Surrey Central Business District tomorrow.  Going to a charity sale, uh, to save polar bears." Under the suspicious look of his long-necked Aunt Petunia, Harry cringed and made an excuse, "Can Ican I go?"

    This is a very common social activity. Teachers usually give each student a box of individually wrapped candies with fundraising significance before the holidays, so that the children can use publicity to save polar bears (humpback whales, humpback whales, etc.) during the holidays.  In the name of Alaskan brown bears, Chinese pandas, Congo giant spiders), they take these things to the streets to sell to pedestrians, and the adults passing by in a hurry usually don't be stingy with their love and one or two shillings.

    After school starts, the students need to return the prescribed amount of costs to the teacher, and the remaining part is used as a reward and becomes pocket money for the children to use at their discretion.  Dudley's share, of course, was eaten by himself, and Aunt Petunia would never be stingy with two pounds of sweets for her dear little Dudley anyway, but Harry, that annoying little monster, of course needed  Responsible for his own portion of the 'candy loan'!

    Harry, who was finally allowed to go out, nervously held his box of "Polar Bear Fundraising Homework" and didn't even notice Dudley's greedy, eager and eager shark-like eyes on the box of chocolates in his hand.  Harry has been in a trance between believing in science and indulging in dreams.

    For a whole month and a half, Harry kept reliving the brief interaction that day. Somehow, the more he recalled, the more blurry his memory of that day became. In the end, Harry even wondered if he had really hallucinated, as if  He dreams of a motorcycle flying in the sky, but it always sounds like Aunt Petunia scolding him harshly!  His uncle even maliciously educated him repeatedly, saying that psychiatrists pointed out that if one is too obsessed with one thing, one will develop a mental illness in which dreams are regarded as reality - this undoubtedly made Harry's mental problems worse.

    Harry comforted himself countless times, if the agreement that day turned out to be a dream, then he would go to the central area to sell candy.  Well, if it wasn't a dream, if it really wasn't a dream, Harry was sitting in his cupboard biting his lower lip, his green eyes were misty, then he could only drag Draco to sell candy with him¡ª¡ª  He has never had a birthday, he doesn't even know what to do to call it a birthday

    The candy box in Harry's hand was severely deformed.

    On July 31st, Harry Potter's ninth birthday, Harry tried hard to find the most decent piece of clothing he could wear - it was just a clean sweatshirt that wasn't too baggy.  I can no longer care about the large areas of pilling on my elbows and front.

    "This is not a birthday promise, Harry!" Harry Potter stood at the door of No. 4 Privet Drive, nervously holding the candy box in his hand and sniffing fiercely, "You should dress more neatly, so that you can sell candy."  Give others a good impression." Deep down, Harry kept convincing himself that what happened that day was just a dream, thinking this way would only make him feel more sad when he was disappointed later.  After all, it was his birthday, and while his birthdays were never better, at least they shouldn't be any worse.

    Draco was wearing a sky blue dark twill plaid silk shirt on his upper body, with no decorations or pins - no pins at all!  Draco frowned, poor Muggle taste!

    Wearing slightly elastic washed fabric jeans on the lower body, which are completely hooped around the legs, every step he takes seems to be wading in waist-deep water, Draco's face is dark;

    He also carried a standard Muggle school bag on his shoulders. If he used a space bag, he would not need to carry such a large bag. However, the book specifically warned that he should not take out money from his wallet in front of Muggles.  Draco scoffed at the thought of breaking the Wizarding Secrecy Act if anything much larger than the bag itself came out.

    As for the shoes, Draco hummed, Lucky wasn't stupid enough.

    So, when Harry Potter, who looked anxious and sad, turned the corner of Privet Drive, he first saw the bright light golden hair in the sun, and then Draco Malfoy, who was enveloped in a low pressure.

    "I, youDraco, I thought, I thought" The joy of having his dream come true was almost too much for Harry to bear.

    "What do you think?" Draco walked over with a long face, "You think you expect me to look good on you after you are late?"

    "no¡­¡­"

    "Let's go quickly!" Draco turned his head and strode towards the street with Harry Potter.

    &n?long.

    Draco has clearly planned goals for his future life path in his heart. The most important thing is to kill the snake-faced monster first. In this regard, Draco, who has learned the content of the prophecy from his previous life, knows that Harry is the Dark Lord.  's nemesis, and this time, he will be on the side of the savior from the beginning to help him achieve this goal.

    "Harry, what are you doing?"

    "Draco, come and meet Daisy," Harry had climbed over the railing onto the stage and waved excitedly to Draco, "Daisy said she doesn't like her cage at all."

    very good!  In less than five minutes, he had already exchanged Christian names with a snake!  The veins on Draco's forehead were looming. Did the troll Potter have any damn alertness at all?

    "Chat? With a snake?"

    "I can understand her." The green-eyed black cat shrugged easily, looking sophisticated, "Well, I mean, we are wizards, aren't we?"

    An electric light flashed in Draco's eyes, and he immediately picked up the little green-eyed sphinx that had not forgotten to say goodbye to the Brazilian python during the struggle and turned away. The future head of the Malfoy family felt it was very necessary to give him the order he had just made.  The future business partners under me should at least popularize the most basic wizarding common sense - Merlin, Draco suddenly doubted his plan to let the impulsive and reckless lion learn to think with his brain before stretching out his claws. It seemed that he was better than him at teaching how to explode.  It's even harder for a snail to recite Shakespeare's sonnets.

    There were no longer as many people on the grass in the picnic area of ??the park as there were at noon. Draco found a shady spot, laid out a picnic blanket, and then took out a gold and red rare leather handbag from his Muggle backpack, which was about the size of  Women's shoulder bag - I don't know whether it was because of the typical Gryffindor color, or because of the congratulations he wanted to say, Draco seemed to have been punched, and hissed from between his teeth, "Haha  Happy birthday, Lee!" At the same time, he handed the thing in his hand to Harry.

    "DDraco!" Harry stammered, his cat eyes widened, and he looked at the thing that was handed under his nose in surprise Did he prepare a birthday gift for him?  He thought

    "The great Lord Harry Potter, do you have such good taste that you already despise gifts?" Draco said sarcastically, but his hand had already viciously stuffed the bag into Harry's arms.

    Harry was holding the gold and red handbag. Although it would be strange for a boy to hold a red handbag, Harry touched the unknown animal skin on it. This was the first time in his life that he had received a decent gift.  It was a gift, and judging from the workmanship of the shiny buckles on it, Harry guessed that this handbag must be expensive.

    Harry blushed as red as the handbag, then twisted and twisted, and finally said softly, but sincerely, "Thank you."

    Draco turned his head and hummed slightly to show that he heard it, but the tips of his ears were as red as Harry's face.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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