I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 235 Daily life in the common room
As for old Malfoy's tricks, he is basically immune now. He is indeed a good father. Does his own shop information still need to be sorted out?Do you want your son to send it there in person?
It was nothing more than wanting to give Draco a chance.But this approach is not objectionable. It does not contain utilitarianism but only family affection, a father's love for his son.

"Eight hundred tricks..." Ian wanted to laugh, but when he thought about it, he could understand that for ordinary people, the Malfoys were the ones they needed to look up to.But for others, the Malfoy family is just a dispensable existence.

"It's getting late. When Voldemort has news, you can use this to contact me." With that, Ian took out the double-sided mirror he had prepared in advance.

He has been able to imitate this alchemy item similar to a mobile phone for a long time.Moreover, there are plans to continue to optimize the double-sided mirror so that it can truly achieve one-to-many rather than one-to-one.

The convenient exchange of information is the basic condition for wizards to progress.As for the owl, it has the responsibility of package transportation and delivery and will not be unemployed.

……

After returning to Hogwarts, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and there was only an hour and a half left before curfew.

It is precisely this point that is the most hilarious time of the day, and this is true for all colleges.

Ravenclaw was no exception. Ian sat on the sofa, admiring the scene of laughter in front of him.

Unlike other colleges, the bustle of the Ravenclaw common room is more like a reading club or an academic salon, with small groups sitting together and whispering to each other.

Thanks to the Sorting Hat, Ravenclaw in the two houses has always been in a state of prosperity and decline.

Almost 75% of the entire academy are young and beautiful girls, so every time Ian thinks he is hiding in a corner and watching the scenery as an audience, he never realizes that he is also the scenery in the eyes of others.

At this moment, several girls not far away who were chatting quietly quietly changed the topic.

"Qiu, the daffodils in Ravenclaw are here again." The voice of his companion suddenly came to Qiu Zhang's ears.She subconsciously wanted to turn around, but before she could make a move, someone held her tightly in her hand.

"Don't look, you are acting a little deliberately when you suddenly turn around now." Roommate Windsor said softly while picking up the book and pretending to read.

"Yes, yes, don't bother to look. I haven't seen the daffodils for several days. It's rare that he stayed in the common room tonight." The girl next to Windsor added in time.

The Ravenclaw daffodil is the private nickname given to Ian by the girls in the college. The flower language expresses: purity, confidence, and expected love...

"Oh my god, you guys are really..." Qiu Zhang thought for a long time, but did not say the word "nymphomaniac" because she had the same mentality as her roommates.

Beautiful things are meant to be appreciated, what can be wrong?Qiu comforted herself in her heart, and then joined the discussion.

"Do you know? Daffodil took a picture of that crazy girl in the first grade this year."

"Yes, that's right. I heard from Tina that her roommate's sister shared a dormitory with the crazy girl. She had seen the photo and there was an autograph on the back, saying it was for a dear friend..."

"This elementary school girl has something, she's so quiet..." Qiu Zhang also expressed her opinion in a timely manner, which was widely recognized by everyone.

"Who said no!"

"Do you think it's too late for me to pretend to be crazy now?"

"Please! Narcissus is not blind. Your conditions...tsk, tsk, tsk! Autumn clothes are enough."

Coincidentally, while Qiu and the others were chatting in a small group, other people in the common room were also discussing.

However, the little eagles are not only high in IQ, but also in high emotional intelligence. No one bothered them rashly, and at most they just glanced at them as if nothing happened.

Ian was not aware of this at all. In the corner, he always felt like a spectator hidden in the crowd, sitting quietly and watching without being taken seriously. …

Meanwhile, the Slytherin common room.

Little Malfoy felt a little absent-minded after receiving his father's letter yesterday.Although he occasionally likes to show off, he is not stupid. The content of the letter allows him to unconditionally give away any Malfoy family property to Ian.

This sentence alone made him aware of the seriousness of the problem, otherwise his always shrewd father would not have been able to do such a thing.

"Draco, are you worried?" Goyle asked, grabbing a handful of candies and stuffing them into his mouth.

Malfoy looked at these candies. His father had sent him a large amount of candies every month since the beginning of school, although he had repeatedly stated that he could not afford so much.

"Can you tell that I have something on my mind? Did I make it obvious?" Malfoy looked at Gower in surprise.

"Yeah." Gore nodded. "The whole person seems to have no energy. It's because the day before yesterday..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Malfoy interrupted Goyle directly. At the same time, he looked around carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention to them.

"Gore, some things can only be said in the dormitory, do you understand?"

Unlike Rackab, who is really stupid, Goyle is a typical hideaway. He deliberately mentioned the day before yesterday just to test Malfoy's reaction and guess the attitude of the Malfoy family.

The second-generation Death Eaters know what happened the day before yesterday better than anyone else. The reason why it has not been published in the newspapers and made known to everyone is entirely because the Ministry of Magic is exerting pressure to suppress the matter as much as possible.

"Oh~" Gore touched the back of his head with his hand and replied with a naive smile.

"Forget it! It doesn't make sense to you." Malfoy was unwilling to discuss this sensitive topic. "I've given you all these candies. I'm going to go out for a walk. Don't follow me."

Looking at Malfoy's retreating figure, Goyle's eyes flashed with a glint, then returned to his honest look, and at the same time he said to himself:

"Has it been noticed? It must be, my behavior this time was too purposeful. Oops! I'm a little anxious, but he still misses the old friendship."

After Malfoy left the Slytherin common room, he did not run around, but stayed in the corridors of the castle basement.

Curfew was due in less than half an hour, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

Gower's temptation just now shocked him but also mixed it with sadness. He had played with Gower and Brak since they were children. He cherished their friendship with each other and never regarded these two people as followers.

But what happened today made him realize that maybe he was just wishful thinking.

Closing his eyes, the teachings in his father's study flashed through his mind. Those scenes were vivid in his mind. However, after he was 10 years old, his father no longer called him to the study to teach him about the so-called aristocratic social interactions.

"Ha! I was too naive." Malfoy finally understood the reason at this moment.

When he opened his eyes again, the confusion and complexity in his eyes disappeared, replaced by calmness and profundity. A boy's growth often only takes a moment.

If old Malfoy saw this scene, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams. He finally cultivated a qualified heir to the family.

　This book finally has its first author. I was supposed to add an update today, but I stayed up too late yesterday and was really out of shape.We can only try to put it until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)