Chapter 379: Stupid temptation

The leisure time on the weekend is fleeting, and the breakfast time on Monday is rather bland.
In the two side-by-side seats at the Slytherin long table, Pansy was talking and laughing with Malfoy, maybe the girl was talking about her previous experience in school, her face was a little excited, she still had Signing something.
"Okay, it's time to go." After a small segment of the story ended, Malfoy suddenly reminded them that they should go to class, and they would be late again later.
"Well." Perce nodded when he realized that he was a little too involved, but he still seemed a little bit unconscious.
Just when they got up to leave.
There was a sudden sound behind the seats of the two.
A Gryffindor junior student slipped abruptly, and the tea cup held in his hand took off, hitting Malfoy's seat directly. The hot tea in the cup was tumbling in the air, drawing an irregular arc.
Although the trajectory has no characteristics, the landing point is obviously Malfoy's body.
With a "brush", the tea was splashed to the ground as if it was blocked by something.
The teacup didn't know when to return to the hands of the junior.
"Be careful next time." Malfoy reached out and held the student who was about to fall.
The Gryffindor student broke away like an electric shock and ran away.
"I wasn't careful." Pansy stared at the back of the junior student, dissatisfied.
She was taken aback just now. Magic can solve many Muggle headaches, but the sudden situation tests the ability to respond to a large extent.
Nor is it a wizard who was not killed in mid-air. They were so panic they couldn't even read a complete spell.
At the corner of Gryffindor's table, Hermione was staring at her two friends.
"What are you two doing." The two of them looked sneaky just now. Before they fell, they looked over there in advance, which was too obvious.
Ron spread his hands: "We did nothing." Harry nodded in agreement.
But soon defeated Hermione's harsh eyes
"Okay, okay... I think he must have a black demon mark on his hand. I want to find a chance to expose him to the filling. If the tea is hot, he will force him to expose the mark."
"What about it?" Hermione said suddenly.
A rhetorical question stopped Ron and Harry, their faces suddenly stiffened.
The Dark Marks are even on Snape, but they can still teach them, it doesn’t seem to matter whether they are
"Can you put your mind on the OLS exam and be more serious, that is what matters to your future." Hermione's tone is now very much like that of Professor McGonagall, with a long-focused look.
But in fact, she is the least qualified to say this sentence.
She went to Professor McGonagall to study Animagus, but not to have a deeper understanding of Transfiguration. She also doubted Malfoy's behavior, as well as this incredible "whitewashing".
It's just that, on these bright surfaces, there is almost nothing that can be perceived at random, and there can be no omissions.
The "conspiracy" of the Goblet of Fire was noticed only when the final plan was near completion, due to the mistakes of others.
Otherwise, he is still the winner of the Goblet of Fire, perhaps as if nothing happened.
Even if they want to investigate, they must recognize the seriousness of the matter.
Instead of using this kind of joke-like prank that would only alert him
"Also, Ron, the prefect's right is not used to call the lower grade students, and next time, I will tell Professor McGonagall." Finally, Hermione did not forget to warn Ron
"Actually, you want to be the rank leader, so I'm sorry to say that." Ron was trained a little irritably, and suddenly said impatiently.
"Yes, I want to be, so you better not let me catch the handle." Hermione glared at him bitterly. .
She took a deep breath, let her arms no longer tremble with anger, and then turned to leave.
"How can you talk to her like that, Ron." Harry frowned, and said angrily.
It soon proved that Hermione was right.
Because in a herbal class in the morning, in order to transplant a special plant, because of its own nature, some materials touch will cause the rhizome to wither, so it must be touched with the skin.
Malfoy didn't shy away, rolled up his cuffs, and exposed his two arms naked. Compared with before, he was not so sickly pale and much stronger.
Of course, there is no black mark on it.
Hermione alone, ignoring Ron and Harry's apology, transplanted the plants silently in the corner.
The afternoon session is Moody's Black Magic Defense Class.
This was Malfoy's first meeting with Mad-Eye after he returned.
"Mr. Malfoy, come up and practice." Moody looked at the blue magic eyes.
A person can judge the corresponding mood by observing the face to a certain extent.
There was no expression on Malfoy's face, unusually calm.
Moody's understatement "missed" him.
But it was not because he knew Malfoy's identity.
For the sake of absolute confidentiality, Malfoy's experience of designing the little dwarf star Peter with him in the third grade has been saved by Dumbledore in the meditation basin.
The memory involved is placed in the principal's office.
It was not Dumbledore or Malfoy who could go in person and could not be opened.
right now. In his eyes, it was a person who relied on his father's power to whiten himself~EbookFREE.me~ But he understands the importance of black magic defense to students, and the classroom is not used to solve private grievances.
In extraordinary times, he will definitely teach him in the past.
However, now, after all, patience is chosen, and there is no real shot.
Of course, even if you really do, you don’t know who taught you.
A less boring black magic defense lesson ended than before.
This class is talking about some basic questions.
After all, it is impossible to fight every class in practice. Summing up is also essential. Blind practice does not allow people to make enough progress.
"Draco?" Pansy walked to Malfoy's seat to find him after class.
"What about people?" She looked at the empty seat in front of her, and kicked the legs gently.