Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 33 Malfoy's Promise
"Who is there?" Snape looked irritated, staring into the distance with his dull eyes, and there was a centaur following him!
The centaur said with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Maybe it's a night outing for students, and the Forbidden Forest is often looked after by children, but today I have something important to see Dumbledore."

"Hmph, I hope you really have something important to do. Otherwise, it would not be so simple for the mermaid to knock on my glass and interrupt my potion brewing." Snape withdrew his gaze, not caring about the students who were wandering at night. What an interest, it's Filch's job.

"I'm just a poor Potions Professor. I just want to go back and collect my more pitiful potions instead of wasting time here with you."

Snape said to the stone statue at the door of the principal's office: "Sizzling honey candy!"

The door opened slowly.

"Please come in, the centaur who disturbed the wizard late at night. I hope you know the way out."

After saying that, Snape waved his robe, turned around, and strode on the stairs, making a clicking sound, and gradually walked away.

Firenze didn't pay attention to Snape's attitude and walked into the door of the principal's office.

……

Not far from the portrait of the big tree, Bree stopped and stared at Malfoy sharply: "Do you want to sleep on the rooftop with me, Malfoy?"

"Hmph." Malfoy looked flustered, but said in a sincere tone: "You have to let me hide, that's Snape!"

"He is not a nosy person. He has probably left. You won't be discovered if you turn around and go back." Bree looked at Malfoy's face that became paler and felt helpless. He is not afraid of anything. Malfoy was actually afraid of Snape.

"Oh no, you don't understand. Snape hates Slytherins who made mistakes and got caught. The point is that he and my dad are friends. I'm begging my dad to help me buy a new broom. You have to help me. I must not Fall into his hands at this time!"

Malfoy was scared at this time. Why didn't he have this sense of crisis when he tricked Harry before?

"So?" Bree looked at Malfoy with a cold face and said, "There is no room for a second person on the rooftop."

"Oh, don't be stupid." Malfoy looked at Bree proudly and said, "I don't know you, you are a good Slytherin guy who can eat and sleep, every time you have breakfast, you come last and eat the most , you must be living well on the rooftop."

"Da da da da!"

When they heard the tapping sound, Malfoy and Bree's expressions changed.

Malfoy's eyes widened and he immediately said: "Come on, I know the reason for your red eyes!"

Red eyes?
"You better tell the truth."

Bree quickly walked to the portrait of the big tree, pointed her wand at the brick, and the portrait opened. Bree and Malfoy walked in, and the portrait also closed.

"Mars told me that it felt the breath of nature..."

Firenze walked to the portrait of the big tree, observed it carefully, and then said: "Mars said that nature does not welcome its attention, and gave him a warning when he was in the Forbidden Forest... Well, the president of Hogwarts who has stood for thousands of years It’s so mysterious.”

Firenze slowly left the eighth floor. He had already told Dumbledore what he had seen tonight. After handing the letter to Dumbledore, he was ready to leave. If not for the guidance of Mars, he would not have stayed. .

……

Bree knew about the natural magic in his body, but he had never figured out his red eyes and white hair. Although this was also related to the natural magic, Bree didn't understand the key.

I hope what Malfoy said is true.

"Oh, it turns out you found a dilapidated turret here."

Malfoy looked at the empty first floor and curled his lips in disgust. Bree ignored him and only walked up to the second floor with peace of mind after making sure that Snape would not open the portrait.

Malfoy followed immediately.

"Brie, who is this!"

Ver stared at Malfoy, while Bree took out the green apple tree she forgot to take out of her pocket.

"You stay here, don't move, I'll plant an apple tree."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows and looked at Val, who was hissing and spitting out lamp oil, but did not speak.

When Bree planted the green apple tree not far from the four-leaf vine, she came back and saw Malfoy grabbing Ver's tail and said viciously: "How dare you breathe fire into my hair!"

Looking at the hair protected by Malfoy, Bree took Ver back.

"Don't make trouble, stay here for a while, Snape can't keep guard all the time."

"Humph, I don't want to stay here."

Seeing that Bree was still looking at him, Malfoy said calmly: "I am Malfoy, a noble with a long history. Naturally, I have some collections of books and know some secrets, such as the characteristics of Slytherin's descendants. "

"Yes, red eyes, black hair, Parseltongue..."

"You are probably a mixed race, or a descendant of Slytherin. It will be even more certain if you can speak Parseltongue. A book in my family records that Slytherin has red pupils, and his Many descendants have not inherited it, and only the talented ones will show some signs."

Is that right?

Descendants of Slytherin?
Salazar Slytherin, a noble pure-blood wizard, established Hogwarts Academy with the other three wizards thousands of years ago to protect the young wizards who were under threat at the time...

However, Salazar Slytherin was hostile to half-blood and Muggle wizards and believed that they were not qualified to learn magic. He later had conflicts with the other great wizards and left Hogwarts, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Bree rubbed his head. He didn't agree at all with the classification of purebloods, mixed-bloods, and Muggles. This was just the hysteria of pureblooded incompetents.

Malfoy looked at Bree's face and said, "You may be a descendant of Slytherin and a child born of an Easterner. We don't know much about the Eastern wizarding world except Japan."

"Of course, this is all speculation unless you speak Parseltongue and understand the language of snakes, which would increase credibility."

Parseltongue?
Bree had come into contact with snakes, but had not heard any snake language. He remained skeptical and did not answer Malfoy's words.

"Can you show me that book?"

Malfoy touched his platinum hair and nodded slightly.

"If it's a request..."

"Okay, thank you. It's getting late. You can leave the corner tower. Also, don't tell anyone what's going on here."

Looking at Bree's slowly turning red eyes and the growing pressure of magic spreading around him, Malfoy nodded stiffly.

"I'm not a talkative guy." Malfoy left hesitantly, and soon the turret became quiet.

"Ver, do you know Slytherin himself?"

Ver shook his head. It had never left the turret. Even though the owner here was the first student of Hogwarts, Ver had never seen Slytherin.

"I don't know, and the person before was a Ravenclaw student, but he didn't have much resistance to Slytherin himself. He even asked Slyther for advice because alchemy requires powerful potions. Forest."

It was so old that Bree couldn't get much information from just a few words.

and.

"Slytherin is Slytherin, Odd is Odd, I will never consider turning Odd into Slytherin, this is my pride, I am qualified to stand up to anyone, and I have this confidence."

Bree put aside all the thoughts in his mind, leaving only his reason to ask himself, does he need the "glory" left by Slytherin?

The answer is obvious.

"Who are the descendants of Slytherin? I can't find a surviving family in the British wizarding world. The 'Slytherin' who put their interests first will not bow down to anyone just because of this surname."

Of course, you have to fight for your own glory.

"Get some rest Ver, tomorrow is Monday, and I have to face the smell of garlic. This Quirrell is really not a good person."

……

Monday's garlic class was not friendly, especially when Bree tried hard to disguise herself. Bree was usually lazy in interpersonal communication and would only put on a mask when necessary, but now he had to play the role of Quirrell. The scene in one class made him very tired.

I wish Quirrell would look at me less.

After Defense Against the Dark Arts…

"How did you endure it, huh?"

Snape didn't have that many slugs for Malfoy and Harry to deal with. He mostly sent them to copy books or help Filch clean the castle. But Bree was different. She became a little assistant. He had to face Quirrell's scent.

"Don't ignore me, the book will be delivered to you shortly."

After hearing Malfoy say this, Bree looked at him.

"Thank you, Master Malfoy. I don't have any classes this afternoon, so I can read it and return it to you as soon as possible."

After Bree finished speaking, she didn't have much expectations for the book in her heart. She just thought it was a well-read book.

Malfoy said nothing, but Pansy next to him pursed her lips, looking like she was about to say something.

The terror of Bree when she made a big fuss in the Slytherin lounge still lingers in the minds of many little snakes. They all know that Bree is not someone to be trifled with, but after this period of time, it seems that Bree does not exist in Slytherin. Similarly, except for eating and going to class, they rarely met Bree, and gradually they felt at ease.

But today Malfoy actually took the initiative to talk to Bree. This is really...

Malfoy took advantage of Bree?

The senior class tried to find Bree to ease the relationship but failed. This is truly Malfoy.

Daphne and Pansy looked at each other and followed Malfoy and Bree in unison, while Nott said nothing. The other little snakes only dared to look at them with inquiring eyes and then remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts. What are you wearing?

"Swaggering peacock." Bree laughed, not paying attention to Malfoy's scheming. Maybe this was Malfoy's awkward kindness, but reconciling with Slytherin is not that easy. At least Bree hasn't. Rare.

As lunch ended, owls flew in one after another from the skylights on both sides of the ceiling.

Malfoy's is a sturdy gray owl, tawny in color, and is known to many people because he often brings desserts made by his mother.

"Here, here you go." Malfoy didn't linger too much by Bree's side. He understood that his relationship with Bree was not enemies at best. In contrast, only friends recognized by Bree could interfere with his affairs.

"Brie, what did that Malfoy do to you just now?" Cedric turned around from his seat at the dining table, tapped Bree's waist, and asked doubtfully: "He gave you a book with a cover?"

Bree did not refuse Cedric's concern, but also answered this unimportant answer.

"Maybe it has something to do with my life experience, but I'm not sure."

When Cedric heard this, he blinked, as if he was thinking of something, and then said: "If you need help, you can ask me for help. Diggory is also a family with some history. Maybe I have a collection of books at home that can help you."

"Of course, thank you, good brother, but I'm not too attached to my life experience. I can live well alone."

"Oh, indeed, you don't have as many desires as other little snakes. It's good to be simple." Cedric smiled gently, looking at the empty plates piled in front of Bree, but he was a little worried: "But Bree , you should think carefully about the future, although wizard food is not expensive..."

Bree's face froze after hearing this, and she stopped talking to Cedric.

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