The rumbling train ended its mission at Hogwarts and headed for Hogsmeade Village. The little wizards who got off the train were also chattering to each other. After all, this holiday has changed a lot for them.
, among which natural magic is the most mentioned word.
Soon, the first-year students broke away from the team and were led away by Hagrid.
"Oh, it's the Thestral again, so ugly..." Draco looked dissatisfied at the empty carriage and stepped onto the carriage, but was startled by the Thestral who suddenly woke up.
"Oh, you..."
"Draco, stop talking so much." Bree calmed the Thestral and let Draco enter the carriage first.
"Brie!" Cedric trotted over. Although he looked much more mature now that he was in seventh grade, his youthful recklessness still hadn't faded.
"Let's get together. I think after what happened last year, everyone can see the existence of Thestrals." Cedric smiled and followed Draco into the carriage, and Bree quickly stepped into it.
Last year's werewolf invasion killed many werewolves and wizards. Almost all the students at Hogwarts saw death, so naturally they could see the Thestral. However, Cedric's words made Draco, who got on the carriage, turn away his head in displeasure.
Bree looked at Cedric's smiling face, and suddenly thought of him when he was in the third grade four years ago. At that time, Cedric also had such a gentle smile on his face, leading him across the platform to find the train.
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"What's wrong?" Cedric saw Bree staring at him, blushed and smiled, "I don't think there's anything on my face."
Bree shook her head and said with a slight sigh: "Time flies so fast. The boy back then has turned into the president of the student union."
Yes, Cedric was elected as the student body president of Hogwarts. This is a position that can only be obtained by the seventh grade. The last male student body president was Percy who just graduated...
Cedric scratched his head shyly and said with certainty: "If you were in the seventh grade, you would also be elected."
Draco, who was leaning on the carriage beside him, listened to the conversation between Cedric and Bree, whispered in a low voice, and repeated this sentence in a sinister tone: "He will also be elected."
"What's so great about the chairman? If I hadn't been in the same grade as Bree, I would have been elected. You know, my father was also the president of the student union!"
Bree knocked Draco on the head, looked at his scattered hair and said, "Not wearing hairspray is your biggest growth, Draco."
The original little golden egg also opened up, and his face became more angular, but his character was still the same bad.
Cedric patted Brie and gently reminded: "We are about to leave."
"Peng..." Soon, the carriage started to move, flew into the night sky, and flew towards Hogwarts Castle. Only then did Cedric look at Bree, and suddenly followed the sound of wind passing through the air and said: "
Bree, I'm going to graduate soon."
Bree looked at the slightly sad Cedric and smiled softly. The encouraging look in his eyes made Cedric helpless. He knew that Bree was not a sad person and would not see Bree because of
His departure caused sad emotions. Obviously they are friends. Shouldn't we feel sad when our friend is about to graduate and leave?
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"Bang!" The door of Hogwarts was pushed open, and the freshmen filed out. Bree was already sitting at the Slytherin table. Behind Bree was Cedric, who was still depressed.
Draco yawned and said boredly: "Today there are some unattractive guys."
Seeing Bree turning her attention to him, Draco reluctantly cheered up and explained to Bree: "Some pure-blood families have begun to send wizards to Durmstrang to go to school, so this year's Slytherin
There won't be many wizards coming in."
Following Draco's movements, some little snakes also looked over.
"Ahem..." A cough came from the Slytherin table, and the little snakes quickly looked away.
It was Selwyn, the one who had taken a special liking to Bree in the first grade. Over the past few years, he had been secretly observing Bree, but he was very restrained. Except for this year, he is now the prefect of the seventh grade, and he is the same as Enid last year.
Likewise, Slytherin has a lot of say.
Selwyn looked at Bree and raised an ugly smile. It was obvious that he was not suitable for smiling, and he quickly put down his smile and looked away.
At this time, Bree discovered that around him, apart from Draco, only Astoria Greengrass was calm and composed across the street, and Astoria's sister Daphne was far away from Bree, and even De
Deportivo is far away.
Pansy pinched the silk handkerchief in her hand and wanted to get closer to Draco to remind him, but Daphne held Pansy back.
"Don't forget, we are not Malfoy."
Pansy pursed her lips, bit her lips ungracefully, and said unwillingly: "Your sister is also there, you..."
"Sister... don't say that. I am different from her. She is free and unfortunate."
Pansy didn't understand what Daphne said, but she still didn't want to be alienated from Draco.
"Wait a minute, Miss Silly, if it's okay for Draco to have contact with Oded, then we can ease the relationship. After all, those old purebloods are already targeting the Oded family."
When Pansy heard this, she gave up.
Of course, although Pansy and Daphne's voices were insignificant in this noisy hall, they were still heard by Bree and Draco. Bree looked at Daphne and saw Daphne nodding friendly to Bree, and then lowered her head.
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Draco came close to Bree's ear and whispered: "Don't worry, my father has predicted it. He said that it is impossible for pure blood to make multiple enemies for themselves at the same time. Their first target now is not you."
It seemed that Draco was very relaxed and not worried about the tension of the current situation at all.
Bree didn't agree with Draco's words, because when you have two enemies, no one can stop the war and let the other two forces unite.
The pure blood had no idea of winning over him, and Bree had no possibility of relying on the pure blood. As for Dumbledore, he had already made his attitude clear on the train, and he and Bree were still not enemies.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Brie squinted his eyes, he felt as if everyone was waiting for something to enter.
It's Voldemort...
Bree raised her eyebrows. He still had the thread of Barty Jr. in his hand, and Barty Jr. had already met Voldemort more than a week ago. Bree only needed to cast a spell to find Voldemort quickly.
If the purebloods were smart, they would choose to win over Bree and fight against Dumbledore together. Unfortunately, the purebloods did not have this awareness. Instead, they wanted to quickly eliminate Oud and then fight against Dumbledore. However, this plan has been blocked by Dumbledore and those who
The White Wizards, led by Godric's Hollow, blocked...
"Perhaps they really want to deal with two enemies at the same time?" And the weapon is Voldemort.
Bree looked at the sorting scene that had ended. The thousand-year-old Sorting Hat was still working hard and without complaint, shouting that it could sing for another thousand years, but Professor McGonagall grabbed it and threw it aside.
Bree patted Draco on the shoulder and reminded: "Any accident is impossible, so never say it is impossible."
Is Brie afraid of purebloods? Of course not. In fact, Brie is looking forward to facing purebloods. After all, such constant testing and harassment is too annoying.
Bree thought about what Dumbledore said on the train. Dumbledore didn't seem to take pure blood seriously. He was more afraid that the balance between Muggles and wizards would be broken. Pure bloods are also members of wizards.
, and Dumbledore is also a pure-blood wizard. Maybe he is not extreme, but he will not really get close to Muggles. He gets close to Muggles in order to win over the increasing number of Muggle wizards and mixed-blood wizards.
"Hey, here comes the green apple pie. Bree is obsessed with something." Draco picked up a piece of green apple pie and handed it to Bree.
"Thank you, Draco." Bree smiled and recovered. The one who really needs to worry about these things is Dumbledore. He is just a student now. As the principal, Dumbledore has the responsibility to protect the underage Hogwarts people.
Adults don't count.
"Oh, what's wrong with you Hermione?" Harry and the three of them called out from the direction of Gryffindor, attracting the attention of many people. Hermione's face turned as red as a red-hot kettle, maybe because of embarrassment.
I was still angry, and there were roasted chicken legs falling on the ground.
"Sorry..." Hermione whispered, and Professor McGonagall came down from the stage and quickly said loudly: "Don't look, Dumbledore has something to announce after eating. This will delay your preparation."
Baggage time.”
Professor McGonagall patted Hermione on the shoulder and whispered worriedly: "What's wrong, Miss Granger, you don't seem satisfied with the food."
"No, it's okay..." Hermione looked up, happened to see Bree looking over at her, and lowered her head in embarrassment.
"It's really okay, Professor McGonagall. I must be feeling a little uncomfortable."
"Well, some little wizards do get dizzy. You can drink some lemonade." Professor McGonagall thoughtfully poured lemonade for Hermione, who reluctantly drank it.
After Professor McGonagall left, Hermione immediately spit the lemonade into the cup.
"These are slave masters' food..." Hermione said with a cry in her voice. Unfortunately, her voice was too low and no one heard her. Everyone else was devouring the food.
Hermione never knew whether the food in Hogwarts was made by slave house elves, and those house elves were not paid, or the conversation with Harry and Ron woke her up, and she suddenly didn't want to eat.
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"What's wrong with Granger? It looks like he ate a fly." Draco gave Bree a disgusted look and muttered with a stinky face: "It affects the appetite. The house elves at Hogwarts make food."
It’s just average…”
Bree didn't answer Draco's words. She only felt that Hermione was as sick as if her soul had been sucked by a dementor. So when she saw Hermione raising her head, she said silently: Are you okay?
Hermione pursed her lips. Of course she understood the message conveyed by Bree, but she was so tired that she couldn't muster the strength and could only make a mouth gesture - yes.