Chapter 375: return

After separating from Snape, Malfoy chose to go to the library to spend the rest of his time. He has not officially announced his return to school, which is not convenient for public view.
But even the corner, the girl who knew him very well quickly found him.
Asking questions in a low voice, Malfoy could only respond half-truly.
Jin Wuxi Shen, dinner time is up, the two left the library and walked across the path to the auditorium.
Many students are already seated.
There has been no dramatic progress.
Only occasionally when the first-year freshmen in other colleges stared at him curiously, they would be covered by the head of the class.
As for some senior students, various colleges, including Slytherin, looked at Malfoy with a little curiosity in awe.
After going outside, his temperament has changed a lot, becoming silent and restrained, and the sense of alienation and alienation has deepened.
Only Pansy followed him closely, as if nothing had happened.
Neville looked to this classmate who had helped him. His expression was complicated. His face was thinned many circles. Only the faint outline could recognize his appearance as a fat man at the time.
"Spell of Soul."
"How many times can this reason be used? When are we fools?" Ron kicked the legs of the long table indignantly, and the soup on many plates splashed out.
Hermione moved the table subconsciously and stepped back, frowning at him.
Of course, only because of his irrational behavior.
For Ron's words, he didn't want to refute much.
Because this is really strange.
"Okay, there is nothing else. Let's welcome this classmate back to school." Professor McGonaga didn't seem to want to continue talking about it.
The entire auditorium fell into an embarrassing silence in an instant.
Malfoy still looks as usual.
Then one after another applause suddenly sounded alternately at the two long tables.
For a while, he was by Malfoy's side, and for another, from Ravenclaw's long table.
There was a smile on Luna's mouth, not paying attention to everyone's eyes, flapping his palm and bursting into applause.
Driven by the two, the others gradually contributed to the applause, and the scene was not so embarrassing.
But Pansy's eyes immediately began to wander between Malfoy and Luna.
"Have you seen each other before?" Pansy wandered back and forth between him and Luna. This is a sensitivity unique to girls.
"Huh? Who?" Malfoy tried to look as careless as possible.
"Another girl who applauds you, your partner." Pansy said with some mind.
"Then when do you think it will be? Will I meet her?" Malfoy threw the question back.
Pansy stopped talking.
But at the same time, there is something speechless in my heart.
Intuitively, this kind of thing doesn't seem to be someone's patent, it should be the expertise of girls.
The dinner was over. In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy prepared a welcome meeting for him, but some first-year freshmen who hadn't seen him before saw him shrinking.
"No, I think everyone is tired. Let's go." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressing no interest in it.
Reintegration still takes time, and there is no urgent need.
"Don't you look happy? Draco." Pansy asked sharply.
"Why do you say that."
"It may be a bit unsuitable." Malfoy raised an eyebrow, giving such a perfunctory explanation.
The next day, in the magic class classroom, Malfoy looked at the girl in front with some surprise.
"Although I haven't been in school for a long time, but I remember your elective course, it should not be this course."
Malfoy glanced at Pansy and said jokingly.
"You should be a prophecy class now, don't you go?"
"Of course it is off, I think Trelawney's class is not interesting now."
Pansy said in disbelief, pretending to listen to the class seriously, tilting his head over and looking straight ahead.
"Professor Babring is not here yet," Malfoy reminded.
"Should I prepare in advance?" She glanced around again.
I made a look that I was looking forward to.
"You look forward to this lesson than I do."
Malfoy smiled and shook his head.
This was actually the first lesson when he returned to the class, but he didn't feel the excitement and showed a very calm.
"Really? No?" Pansy said deliberately.
It's just that his eyes are still intact.
She was afraid that this was a dream.
While the two were talking, Hermione walked into the classroom, found a seat in the first row, sat down, and put the book on the table.
Then Professor Babring also walked in. She wore only a light yellow knitted shawl and a lady's handbag in her hand.
"In the previous course, we systematically learned the practical application of the magic text."
"You may be surprised what I am wearing today, after all, it is very cold outside after all."
"This is the power of the magic word. It can alleviate the trouble of our daily casting, and bring about a very favorable continuity and convenience."
A warm breath radiated from her shawl without interruption.
"The drawing of the magic text is very simple. The homework you have done in the past is to copy and imitate the basic magic text. But it is difficult for the magic text to exert its due effectiveness and draw the effective magic text. ."
"This requires the wizard to maintain great concentration and strong magic control."
The shawl tattooed with magic words is being passed as an example.
Pansy remembered the pair of shoes Malfoy gave her in the fourth grade.
It seems to be the same, the effect of keeping warm.
She bit her lips subconsciously and looked at Malfoy.
But it seems that he himself has forgotten and sees nothing related to it.
Just unfolded and looked at it, then handed it to her.
"Although it is said that there is not much class, but since you are here, will you also check it out?"
After a gentle magic class.
After the transformation course, the two went to Professor McGonagall's transformation course.
In the Metamorphosis class, the students learned that the results of the last morphing class test were out.
"Mr. Malfoy, you may have studied in advance, right." Professor McGonagall carefully looked at the students in front of her with his sharp eyes.
Only this one reason can explain why he got full marks in this test.
Even in a theorem that has almost reached the conclusion of the coffin, another self-consistent opinion is put forward~EbookFREE.me~ Whether it is right or wrong, it makes sense.
In contrast, Hermione made a small mistake.
Everyone's test paper flew out of the bag and floated to their seats.
The scores on the first page are all hidden, as if they were specially made invisible potions
There are only marks of correction left by the red quill pen, and it seems that the situation is not very good.
"Miss Parkinson, wait for a visit to my office." Professor McGonagall looked very serious and walked to Pansy's seat, whispering.
"The old lady is really annoying. It's verbose." Pansy waited for Professor McGonagall to reach the podium, and then tilted his head to mumble.
It’s obviously not because of other things to talk about alone, naturally for her unbearable test paper.