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Part 2: The Descendants of Slytherin Chapter 4: Draco has someone to rely on (Part 3)

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    There are always many interesting little things happening in ordinary days, at least for Aki.  In the hall, the students of Hogwarts are having breakfast.  On four long tables were placed wheat porridge, plates of kippers and bacon, and the sky looked dark and cloudy from the magic ceiling.  Ash and Hermione sat together, next to Harry and Ron.  Hermione leaned "Voyage with the Vampire" against the milk jug and read the book carefully.  Since learning about the great deeds done by Harry and Ron, Hermione has been very dissatisfied with them.  When she said good morning to them this morning, her tone was firm.  Neville came over happily and said hello to them, "I will receive a parcel in the mail at any time - I think my grandparents will mail me a few things that I forgot to bring." While everyone was eating, something flew overhead.  Hundreds of owls flew in one after another and circled around the hall.  Then, they threw letters and packages into the chattering crowd.  A large, bulging package hit Neville on the head.  Just a second later, an unknown gray object fell into Hermione's jar, spilling milk and feathers all over them.  That gray unknown object is of course Ron's owl.  "Errol!" Ron shouted, lifting the wet owl from the milk jug.  Errol lost his balance and fell again, unconscious.  There was a wet red envelope in its mouth.  "Ah, isn't it?" Ron took a breath.  "It's okay, it won't die," Hermione said, not knowing what happened yet, while gently stroking its feathers with her fingertips.  On the other hand, Aki on the side already had a happy smile on his face.  "It's not that - it's this." Ron said, pointing to the red envelope.  Harry couldn't see anything special, but Neville looked at it with fear, as if the envelope would explode at any time.  "What's going on?" Harry asked.  "She sent¡ª¡ªsent me a snarling letter." Ron almost fainted.  "Ron, you'd better open it," Neville whispered timidly.  "It might be more troublesome if you don't open it. My grandfather once sent me one, but I ignored it, and the result -" he swallowed, "it's terrible anyway." "What is a ranting letter?  "Axi came up and asked, pretending not to understand.  Ron's attention was focused on the letter, and smoke began to appear from the corners of the letter.  "Open it quickly," Neville urged.  "It'll be over in a few minutes." Trembling, Ron took the letter from Errol's mouth, smoothed it, and tore it open.  Neville on the other side stuffed his fingers into his ears.  In the blink of an eye, an angry voice filled the entire hall, even shaking the dust from the ceiling.  "stealed the car, and I wouldn't be surprised if they kicked you out of school. You'd be in good shape if I caught you. I don't think you ever thought your parents would find out."  How worried would you be if the car disappeared" Mrs. Weasley's voice was amplified at least a hundred times more than usual, howling in the air.  The plates and spoons on the table were shaken up and down, and the sound bouncing off the stone wall was deafening.  Everyone in the hall turned around to see who had received the roaring letter. Ron slumped in his chair, wishing he could shrink into a ball to prevent his scarlet face from being seen by others.  "I received Dumbledore's letter last night. I think your father will die of shame. We never taught you to do things like this. You and Harry should have died" Harry finally waited until his own  The name appears.  He pretended to put his hands in his ears so that he could not hear the sound that filled the hall.  "It's simply a shame for the family. Your dad is suspended from work for questioning. It's all your fault! If you dare to make another wrong step, we will take you home immediately." Finally, people were still hearing the words.  "Buzz" he buzzed.  The red envelope fell to the ground from Ron's hand, and soon caught fire automatically, burning to ashes.  Harry and Ron sat speechless for a long time.  Several people laughed, and then there was a small discussion in the hall.  "Hehehehe" Ash also laughed obscenely, "Ron, you won't like that flying car anymore!" Hermione closed "Flights with the Vampires" and looked down at Ron.  ¡°I don¡¯t think you expected this, Ron, but you¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say I deserved it,¡± Ron retorted.  Harry put his porridge aside.  His conscience was troubled.  Mr. Weasley is now suspended for questioning.  After all, this holiday is thanks to the care of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley   At this time, Professor McGonagall came to the Gryffindor table and distributed the curriculum.  Axi took it and saw that their first and second classes today were Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class.  ¡­ ¡­ Herbalism is Neville¡¯s favorite subject, and it is actually the only subject he can learn.  He thought so too.  However, when Lockhart came to hang out at the Herbology teaching site, everyone was very unhappy.  Let us actively ignore those girls here.  Today¡¯s herbalism is the study of something called mandrake. The reason why it is called something is because this plant screams like a hungry baby.  That kind of scream is very unpleasant!  Although he was very unhappy, Yaxi still studied seriously because he knew that he might need this thing soon.  After Herbology, there is Professor McGonagall¡¯s Transfiguration, which is Aki¡¯s strength.  In Transfiguration class, Ron broke his wand and made a lot of jokes. He was very embarrassed, but his family couldn't afford to buy him a new one.  It was finally time to eat again, but after finishing the sumptuous lunch, trouble came.  A thin boy with messy hair.  He stared at Harry.  In his hand he held tightly the ordinary Maggo camera.  When Harry looked over, his face was as red as a ripe apple.  "Hello, Harry. I¡ª¡ªI'm Colin Creevey," he said, almost out of breath, as he took a tentative step forward.  "I'm also a Gryffindor. Do you think - could you - let me take a picture?" He raised the camera and said hopefully.  "Take a picture?" Harry repeated blankly.  ¡°This will prove that I have seen you,¡± Colin Creevey said eagerly, taking a few steps forward.  "I know all about your deeds, others told me. How you escaped from the hands of 'that man', how he disappeared, and about the shining scar on your forehead, our dormitory  A boy told me that if I use the right amount of potion to develop the film, the scenery and people in the photo will come alive. "Colin took a deep breath excitedly, "This is amazing, isn't it?  I never knew that magic could do this before I received the admission notice from the school. My dad was a milkman and he didn't believe it. Now I want to take some photos and send them to you.  That would be great -" he looked at Harry pleadingly, "- could your friend help you take a picture, and I stand next to you, and then you sign it? " Colin  The arrival was of course a troublesome thing, but Yaxi was happy to watch the excitement, but soon an annoying voice sounded.  "Signed photos? Are you handing out signed photos, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's angry voice rippled through the courtyard.  He stood in front of Colin, his hands on his hips, as he always did at Hogwarts, followed by his tall, sinister henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
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