Bree's words drifted away in the wind, and he also walked into the greenhouse in the distance under the increasingly heavy snow. At the place where Bree originally stayed, Draco frowned, and his little face was red with cold.
His face was full of disappointment.
"Dad has not agreed for me to continue selling things for you, and mom is not willing to disobey dad. Do I have to listen to them in whoever I choose to be friends with?"
"If I were nothing, would you accept me, Bree?"
Draco took a deep breath of the cold air and choked out a cough.
"Ahem...Brie, maybe I must be stupid. You, a bastard who wants to create your own family, actually made me think about it."
"Getting away from Malfoy, this, this is so stupid."
"But I have to prove something. I am not Lucius's Malfoy, I am Draco Malfoy. My choice must be correct."
Stepping on the snowflakes, Draco walked into the castle. Faced with his parents' rejection, he chose the most direct way, which was to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. This was his first time on such an important reunion day.
Choose to stay away from your parents just to understand your own position.
Unfortunately, before Draco could understand his position clearly, he fell ill in the dormitory first, and being stubborn, he didn't want anyone to know at all. The spoiled young master covered himself with a quilt uncomfortably, and fell asleep in a daze.
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"Oh, how about peppermint tea?"
Brie pushed away the tea that he had only tasted for a sip, but he didn't expect that there were drinks he didn't like.
"Looks like you don't like it, so have some green apple pie, I know you like this."
Professor Sprout is sitting on a comfortable chair. Normally she stays in a small room next to the greenhouse. It is more convenient for her to take care of these plants. It is very warm here, with soft brown sofas and bright yellow windows.
Even looking at the flying snow outside has become warmer.
"I feel like you're in a bad mood, Brie."
Professor Sprout took out a knitted woolen scarf and knitted a small snake into the last part. The entire towel was turquoise with silver threads crisscrossing inside, making it look very delicate.
"Yes, Professor, I have a problem."
Brie took a bite of the apple pie, and his little face was warmed by the flames of the fireplace. He was a little rosy, and his black eyes were full of ripples of red light. He was extremely lazy, like a dog entering hibernation.
Little snake, I don't want to move.
"I can feel that you don't want to solve it." Professor Sprout took the scarf she had knitted in her spare time, walked to Bree, and squatted down.
"Here's your Christmas present, Bree."
"Thank you, Professor Sprout."
Bree smiled kindly, feeling the fuzz on her cheeks, and squinted her eyes comfortably.
"You're welcome, Xiao Brie, you are like my child. Although you are a little naughty sometimes, I like your well-behavedness very much."
I feel sorry for you too.
Professor Sprout thought of Bree's life experience and some of the unfriendliness she faced at Hogwarts, such as Dumbledore's excessive attention, which made her a little angry and more willing to take care of Bree and give her
Breton showed more concern.
"Emotions are mutual children. I can feel your sincerity towards me. Perhaps it will be clear from the gift sent by the owl today, so you can accept friendship without any worries."
Professor Sprout rummaged through the bookshelf and took out a book on plant magic.
"I heard that Lockhart was tied up with vines and thrown into the corridor by an unknown person a few days ago." Professor Sprout glanced at Bree with annoyance and admiration, and continued: "Perhaps I have understood
These kinds of magic are the power of nature. At the same time, I thought of you immediately. You are so loved by nature, so I said it so unceremoniously."
"This book belongs to you, my dear child."
Sprout smiled softly and gestured to Bree to take the book.
"Professor, then I won't say thank you." Bree smiled unconsciously, took the book from Professor Sprout, and opened the first page - Plants have voices, try to
Talk to them friendly and they will help you.
Plant magic includes a lot of magic that summons plants and allows plants and wizards to grow together. Of course, all of this requires the wizard to be able to talk to the plants.
The special growth spell originally found in the turret master's notebook, the magic that bound Lockhart, can also be found in it.
"Professor, is this too precious?" This is already considered a family inheritance, just like Enid's flower magic, although it is not comprehensive.
Professor Sprout shook her head, smiled slightly, and said: "Any magic has its own master. We cannot wait for it to lose its traces over the years. The wizarding world needs some new power, just like Dumbledore.
Although he is only very smart and does not understand some subtle things, his transformation skills definitely shocked the wizarding world, and he also taught Professor McGonagall and some outstanding transformation scholars. You must know that fifty years ago, transformation
Art does not have such a high status."
"Brie, I hope you can find your own path and walk on it firmly."
Professor Sprout's eyes were full of tenderness and expectation, which made Bree feel a little flinched, but Bree knew that he couldn't do this.
Brie whispered, smiling slowly, and her eyes were very gentle.
"Perhaps I haven't told you that when I summoned the God Guard, I thought of protecting everything around me, including you, including many people... and me."
"I am a selfish person and will not give selflessly, but I hope to uphold all fairness under the rules and allow everyone to have the freedom of choice."
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Bree was always so sincere...vulnerable in front of Professor Sprout, but he could always find comfort.
Everyone needs a mother-like role.
"It's hard, kid."
Professor Sprout sat next to Bree, gently touched his head and said: "But I am very proud that you have such a great idea. You have seen and encountered too much, and you will be overwhelmed."
"If you need it, you can come to me. Although I may not be as powerful as McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick, I can't be underestimated."
Looking into Professor Sprout's serious eyes, Bree smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry, Professor, I will definitely add you to the paper next year, and I will need your help then."
"Oh, next year, of course, I will remember it."
Professor Sprout smiled with satisfaction. When Professor McGonagall "accidentally" mentioned this matter a few days ago, McGonagall's expression of "surprise" that she didn't know about it was unforgettable to Professor Sprout.
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Carrying Professor Sprout's Christmas gift, Bree looked at Hogwarts, which was completely dark, and gently opened the side door. After entering, she quickly closed it again to prevent the cold wind from entering.
Filch, who was guarding the door, saw that it was Bree. He snorted. Since Mrs. Norris was petrified, he has become more and more gloomy. Every wizard he sees seems to have seen the murderer, often in some dark corners.
Guard, as long as any little wizard does something inappropriate, he will hold on to it.
"There's no curfew yet, Mr. Filch." Bree glanced at Filch and frowned: "You should wear more clothes. I think Mrs. Norris will be sad to see you so thin when she comes back.
of."
"Ah?" Filch was stunned, opening his mouth not knowing what to say.
Bree still walked into the hall in a good mood. The winter night came so quickly, and now it was just dinner time. Professor Sprout still had to take care of the mandrakes, and the house elves would bring food.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." Because all the little witches and wizards took the train to go home for Christmas, the principal warmly moved the dining table away and placed only a small table in the middle, which was enough for the remaining little wizards and the professor to dine.
Just fine.
There was a smile in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but her face was still serious. She handed the green apple pie on the side to Bree and whispered: "Professor Flitwick asked me to tell you that he has arranged for your
The paper will be published early tomorrow morning."
Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall was a little embarrassed. She had read those papers, and as a young scholar, she had also published a lot of academic things. According to her opinion, the things Bree was going to publish
, is incomprehensible.
If the professors didn't have a general understanding of Bree's ability, they might just regard it as nonsense. This time they used their authority to publish a paper for Bree, but next time, it might not be easy.
"If, I mean, if what you publish is true, it will definitely subvert the wizarding world, but there is no way to prove it, just that the professors believe it."
Professor McGonagall told Bree: "We can't put you on the table to show your power. It would be dangerous for you."
Professor McGonagall spoke very implicitly, but he was probably trying to persuade Bree not to make the paper too divorced from reality.
"Professor, I actually have my own plan. This time I understand that I will be laughed at by many people, but this will not be an obstacle to me."
Everything is for the future, and what is lost now will bring immeasurable value to the future.
When Professor McGonagall heard this, she frowned, but soon relaxed. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Since you are ready, then go ahead and do it. Although I can't guess what you want, I can
Guess this can’t be a bad thing.”
"But to be honest, your transformation technique surprised me. How did you come up with the idea of using transformation technique to grow and breed? But this is too difficult. This belongs to the category of gods. Even if we use up our magic power, we can't make the seeds appear.
Natural germination is completely impossible."
Professor McGonagall was talking about Bree's paper, but it was obvious that this was not a good place for conversation.
Dumbledore, who was at the front table, stood up, waved his hands, and attracted everyone's attention. Against the backdrop of his bright red and green floral robe, he said with a smile: "Oh, everyone has seen it, this year
The Christmas hall has not been decorated yet, because our Professor Flitwick has something to do and has rushed back to his hometown, so I decided!"
"We will hold a Christmas decoration contest tomorrow. Every professor and little wizard needs to participate, and we will give the best house fifty points, the second place will lose ten points, and so on."
"To this end, I will..."
As Dumbledore spoke, he raised his wand, and a flash of light flashed. The lone green pine tree moved by Hagrid in the hall was instantly hung with red, yellow, blue and green ribbons. With this as the center, the ribbon
The hall is divided into four parts.
"That's it, each college has a place to dress up. This is the perfect Christmas."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, the Wesley twins across the table clapped their hands, followed by the professors who also clapped, and the remaining little wizards followed suit.
For previous Christmases, decoration was the happiest moment, and Professor Flitwick had taken care of most of the decorations before. No one could take over that short and cute professor.
Bree frowned and glanced around, only to find that Goyle and Brak were eating eagerly. Shouldn't they go home? He should be the only one left in Slytherin.
Seemingly speaking casually, Snape, who was not far away, said coldly: "A little snake has a conflict with its father. It's stupid."
Bree understood that this was Draco, and he actually stayed in school, so the two of them stayed with him.
He was a little hesitant. After listening to Professor Sprout's words, he reconsidered how to face Draco. If he was an ordinary person, he couldn't do it. Draco did not betray him, but made trouble with him.
Conflicts arose, just like a child, which made Brie's head grow bigger.
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When Harry Potter is punished, he goes to find Draco. Maybe Draco likes this kind of Christmas gift, an embarrassing thing that can leave photos.
Thinking of this, Brie's eyes flickered, and he decided to make a magic camera overnight.
As if he noticed something, Harry looked over to Bree and saw Bree eating her fifth helping of green apple pie with her head down, nothing unusual.
At this time, Tom rushed back from outside.
"Sorry, I was delayed some time because Mr. Hagrid needed some help."
Tom explained to Professor McGonagall why he came so late, and sat next to Bree.
"Surprise, I didn't choose to go home. My mother went to Norway on important matters."
Telling a lie casually, Tom picked up the knife and fork and began to handle the steak that appeared in front of him. He chewed his dinner slowly and like an elegant gentleman, but when Dumbledore looked at him, he was very surprised.
He fiddled with it roughly, inserted a piece and threw it on Bri's plate.
"It tastes good, try it."
"Don't make trouble, I don't have the habit of eating other people's food."
Hearing this, Tom picked up the beef on Bree's plate and ate it himself, along with a slice of green apple pie.
"Sorry, I have."
"Azar, maybe you learned your etiquette from Potter." Snape snorted coldly and disparaged Harry.
"Or you could learn from him how to eat jam up your nose like a troll."
Harry on the side touched his nose and was dumbfounded when he found nothing. Ron burst into laughter, but soon he found that the jam was on his nose. It was Harry who accidentally splashed it just now.