HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 14 My Turn
After a long while, she stretched out her hand hesitantly, wanting to hug him back.

"Shall we go to dinner together?" At this moment, Tom suddenly appeared from the side and interrupted Itana's hand that was about to raise.

There was no one else around the boy, and his expression looked a little cold.

Since she said that sentence outside the auditorium a week ago, Itana inexplicably felt that the frequency of this brat following her has been increasing recently. Don't you want your little friend Abu?
"Okay, let's go to dinner, there is a private party on Friday night, remember to come, with Tom." Elena let go of Itana, she looked refreshed, with a smile on her face again.

After speaking, he blinked his left eye at Tom, turned around and ran to the Hufflepuff table in a jump.

Itana looked at Tom, wondering if there was some conspiracy between the two.

"What do you see me doing? Let's go." The boy ignored the obvious questioning intention in her sight, and took the lead to walk towards the auditorium.

Itana took a few steps to keep up, "Why haven't you been with Malfoy recently?"

"You should be clear in your heart." Tom glanced at her indifferently, and sat down in an empty seat.

Following her undoubtedly represented a position, so did he and Malfoy go far?

Itana sat next to him, looking down at the long table, ready to see what delicious food is available today, "You can stay away from me on the surface, and continue to be good friends in private, I don't mind."

In her opinion, this was originally the most likely measure Tom would take, in line with his pursuit of power and desire for success.

Well, this kind of mentality was guessed by Itana based on the novel. I didn't expect that the 11-year-old young Dark Lord seemed to have a little bit of setting that she didn't understand.

"..." Tom didn't reply, avoiding the subject, "Are you planning to go to Elena's party?"

"Go, she cooks delicious food. I heard that her father is a chef. I really want to go to her house for a meal." Itana showed her enthusiasm for the meal without concealing it.

The next morning, it was another flying lesson, and she has now accepted her own shortcomings in this area. When Ms. Hill led the students to soar into the blue sky, she stayed on the lawn honestly, and began to think about it Other things to come.

During this period of time, the learning progress is quite good. She has mastered all the spells that need to be learned in the first and second grades. The technique is very simple, imagination and willingness.

Visualize the effect of this magic, and apply the will to make it manifest.

The latter is the key to the success of spellcasting. Grandma wrote to her and told her to believe in her own strength.

I believe... a very idealistic statement, perhaps the essence of magic is idealism.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Um?what sound?
Itana raised her head and took two steps to the side. A figure riding a broom fell to the position where she was standing just now. After rolling around, she lay on her back on the lawn, with her eyes wide open and tears gradually overflowing.

This is the flying lesson. Itana glanced at the broom that she had thrown aside, thankful that she had killed the possibility of encountering the same experience from the root.

Ms. Hill came trotting, rushed to the girl's side and knelt down to check the injury.

"Everyone come down!" Ms. Hill picked up the Gryffindor girl and shouted to the students who were still flying in the sky, "You wait here, I will take her to the school hospital, flying is prohibited while I am away!"

After speaking, she hugged the girl and walked away quickly.

Two figures on brooms landed on either side of Itana, Tom and Enormand.

"You almost went to the school hospital together just now." Inoman clicked his tongue, "She is not suitable for this, just like you. It's a pity she doesn't want to admit it, she always does." The Gryffindor boy shrugged shrugged.

Itana looked at him, "You hate her?"

"No, I wanted to make friends with her before, but it's a pity that she doesn't seem to want friends."

"Oh?" Itana looked at Ms. Hill's figure walking away, "I remember her name is Alicia, and she was the first Gryffindor at the time of sorting."

She still remembered that it was a girl who looked a little shy, but was the first to be sorted into Gryffindor.

"Freaks are never welcome, Itana, she would rather talk to herself in the mirror all day than have a word with us."

Inoman sighed like a little adult, "Oh, someone called me, I'll go there first." After speaking, he trotted towards his friend.

Tom was the only one left, and Itana finally got out of the neutral position and said casually, "Are you happy flying?"

"Not bad, do you want to try it?" He slightly raised the broom, "I can take you."

Itana refused without thinking, "No thanks, I still like the feeling of being down-to-earth." There are thousands of roads, and safety comes first.

Seeing the other party's half-smile expression, the corners of her mouth twitched, "Do you think this is an excuse I'm making for Fei?"

"I didn't say that." He said tactfully, as if you were thinking too much yourself and I wasn't implying anything at all. Seeing the girl's expression gradually turn unkind, he changed the topic in due course:

"Do you think that was just a coincidence?" He was referring to Alicia's fall.

"So isn't it?" Itana was indeed a little interested, walked to the broomstick that Alicia had just dropped, and bent down to pick it up from the ground.

When she raised her head, she happened to meet a boy's eyes. She was surprised for a moment and then suddenly realized that the Slytherin boy looked away pretending not to care.

Back next to Tom, she raised an eyebrow, "How did you find out?"

She didn't beat around the bush, and the broomstick in her hand still had traces of another spell, cast by a man so young that Itana recognized the remnants of it right away.

"I just noticed a wave of magic power. After all, it's a little bit next to me." The two looked in the same direction at the same time. The Slytherin boy was hidden in the crowd just now, and seemed to know nothing about it.

Tom turned around and saw the girl's expressionless face. He felt a little amused in his heart, and said with the corner of his mouth raised, "You don't plan to do anything this time, do you?"

"No," the girl's voice was soft, "I'm still very enthusiastic when I don't need to spend time and effort collecting evidence." She turned her face to Tom, and a little joy flashed in her deep blue eyes, "It's a matter of convenience. .”

She grabbed Tom's hand, and held the broom in the other hand, completely ignoring the boy's resistance and striding towards the castle. This was really thanks to her exceptionally strong body for some reason.

"Hey! Where are you going! It's still class time!"

Abraxas suddenly noticed their movements, and shouted from behind.

After his reminder, everyone turned to Itana, and a boy in the crowd suddenly turned pale.

(End of this chapter)