Chapter 11

"Classmate Aibo, is your sister hutchpatch's?"

"What's the matter?" HEMA leaned against the bed and the blonde young master opposite looked at him with a smile.

"It's all right, but I heard from my father that the Aibo family is also a pure blood family, but it's lonely in this generation."

"So?"

"I saw you in the overturned lane that day. Since then, I think you will be a Slytherin, a powerful Slytherin."

"Oh, and then?" HEMA was still lukewarm, but the bottom of her heart understood the reason why Malfoy was different.

It turned out that I saw him pretending to be forced, and then told old Malfoy to let Draco get along with him. What an old fox.

"I mean, we can be friends." Malfoy got out of bed and a pair of gray eyes stuck to him.

"But, Malfoy, you don't know what kind of person I am, what kind of wizard I will become, and what power I have you don't know, so it's not suitable for us to be friends."

HEMA also took a deep breath, opened her own forced crime mode, and squinted at Malfoy.

Malfoy heard HEMA say so, and his anger came up. This guy is like this, and so is Harry Potter!

But as he stared at HEMA's face again, HEMA raised her eyelids slightly and whispered "kill ~ blood ~ pure"

But after hearing HEMA's whisper, little Malfoy showed an expression of disbelief and panic, because he didn't hear HEMA's words!

From HEMA's mouth, there was only a gloomy tone 'hiss ~ Ka ~ hiss ~', like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and the cold spread from bottom to top along his back!

Snake!? He saw it in the book, and his father told him when he was young that the most famous user of snake man tune is Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts!

"You're not from the Aibo family?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I'm asleep, Malfoy. Thank you for your double room!"

After that, HEMA also put the book in her hand aside, covered it with a quilt, and began her adventures of the Duke of Zhou.

Malfoy was staring at HEMA lying on the bed. His expression changed and changed. He didn't know what to do.

HEMA put her head under the quilt, pulled out her sleeve, touched her left arm and found that there were only two scales.

Although he doesn't know why he appeared, it has something to do with his body's experience of magic experiments, so I won't become a fish or a snake!?

This made HEMA suddenly think of Nagini, and he could understand the snake man's voice, but he was different from Harry. He didn't master it very well. It was more like learning a new language than being put into a language.

But what about magical animals, maybe dragons? But he doesn't want to be a dragon. How happy he is to be a fisherman!

Forget it, wait until you have the chance to ask Lao Deng. Go to bed. Tomorrow is a happy learning time!

Compared with HEMA's state of mind, Harry lay in bed upset, looked at the stars outside, and his forehead hurt again.

The next morning, HEMA got up early, but then he remembered that the owl he had bought had not been delivered.

Yes, HEMA went to Diagon lane and forgot to buy an owl. Later, Mrs. Abbott bought one when she went out, but she forgot to bring it when she left. She may come with letters and parcels in the morning.

So HEMA went to the auditorium with two books of magic medicine. After all, she had to work hard to study early.

Don't forget the subject. Snape has passed the pass well, and he is still a student of Slytherin. It will be much more convenient to make a library note and ask for some things.

At the moment of turning, HEMA didn't pay attention, and a figure hit directly. HEMA withdrew involuntarily, and the other party jumped directly into his arms.

"Good morning, sir."

HEMA thought she would say something, but the answer was something he really didn't think of.

The other party stood up. Her long messy hair and hazy little face reminded HEMA of a very popular role.

"Luna Lovegood?"

"Yes, sir. Would you like to sing the opposite?"

Luna raised her little head and didn't respond surprised that HEMA recognized her. Instead, she took out a magazine from her hand and handed it to HEMA.

"7 NAT." Luna nodded, stretched out her little hand and put it on HEMA's forehead. "You have a cold."

"Well, but don't worry." HEMA has always liked Luna. After all, just looking at her eyes, that kind of ethereal and pure is very comfortable.

It's just strange to talk and do things, which will lead to not making many friends, but the people who can make friends with her must be kind and reliable.

HEMA didn't have 7 NAT's, so she took out a Sike and put it in Luna's palm. "Can I take all three?"

"Well... I think it's better for more people to see it." Luna shook her head, didn't have AHMA's money, turned and walked away.

"Hey, I'll give it to you next time!" HEMA shouted, but the answer was the whisper of Luna's little angel.

"Where should I find... Yes... No..."

HEMA didn't care much about it. She continued to walk towards the auditorium, but she hadn't taken two steps. Several senior wizards in green robes noticed him and came this way.

HEMA's heart sank. She won't look for anything, will she? Although now my basic strength is really not strong!

But you'd better not go too far. I don't want to use the move of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

"Oh, isn't this our Slytherin genius?"

"I'm not a genius. At least I'm not as talented as you in Quidditch. I'm just a little wizard walking on the ground."

HEMA squinted and smiled at the three people. In fact, this action was not intentional, but a habit formed since childhood. Later, he also found the benefits of closing his eyes.

For example, don't let the other party find your emotions, give the other party passive emotional pressure, and prevent some magic spells.

"..." the three people on the other side had planned to stand up to HEMA, but after the other party's words, they felt there was nothing to spray.

Moreover, the other party still smiles at others. As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling face, which makes several people's chess fall out of the chessboard at once.

"Those seniors, I'll go to the auditorium first." With that, HEMA went on.

At this time, the little one came down the stairs and saw HEMA in the corridor and some Slytherin senior students next to him.

"Is HEMA in trouble? Shall we go and help him?" Harry's sense of justice burst again. He grabbed the wand and planned to go down.

"Harry, don't be impulsive. That's a senior student. We'd better go to Professor McGonagall. It's safer that way."

Although Hermione was worried about HEMA, she also chose a more reasonable solution. Without deducting points for conflict, it would be impossible to succeed in strength alone.

"Kecha, you stop the boy!"

"Marcus, forget it, just a child, nothing?"

"I heard that Malfoy's boy has a good relationship with him."

Marcus, the leader, was even more upset when he heard the advice of the two guys next to him. Especially last night, the boy actually ordered him. He couldn't stand it anyway. At least teach him a little lesson!

"You dare not forget it. I'll teach this boy a lesson, let him have a long memory and respect his predecessors!"

Then he took out his wand and raised it to HEMA, "turn quickly!"

"Herma, be careful!"

HEMA heard Hermione's voice, and the sense of crisis immediately moved her body, but the speed of the spell was obviously faster. Along the Yu light, HEMA saw a white light shooting at him!

At the moment when he was about to hit him, he subconsciously stretched out his arm and was hit by the magic spell, and Ron just took Professor McGonagall to the scene.

But just when everyone thought that HEMA was going to be lifted out by the spell, HEMA waved gently, and the light was dispersed. HEMA still stood in place and squinted at Marcus.

"Senior, your spell seems to be a little strong ~ you knocked out the ashes on my clothes ~"