11 Encounter

Time is Like an Arrow and it's been 2 Months since he came to Hogwarts.

Today, Malfoy is very excited, and he can be described in one word—his form, his mouth raised slightly even at dinner.

　　 "I'm not going to get a permit, I'm so happy." Pansy beside him was using a knife and fork to deal with the smoked fish on the plate.

　　 "This is just permission, this represents knowledge, wisdom, and power!" Malfoy is different from the calmness of today. Said loudly.

　　 "I think you should take your plate over there." Pansy pointed to Ravenclaw's site.

　　Due to his outstanding performance in many subjects, Malfoy finally obtained the right to freely borrow most of the books in the library today, without having to ask Mrs. Pings.

　　 Some books contain powerful black magic that has never been taught at Hogwarts. These books can only be used by students who choose advanced black magic defense. If you want to see this part, students need the permission and signature of the teacher to borrow.

　　 For him now, the range of books that can be borrowed has been expanded once again, except for some solitary treasures or some too dangerous black magic books that need to be consulted. For him, all other books are free.

　　 "I don't think you can concentrate on class today." Seeing Malfoy's excited expression, Pansy started her poisonous tongue again, obviously dissatisfied with his appearance.

　　 "I was not so happy to see you when I was with me." Pansy felt a little unbalanced in her heart.

　　 "You're right, you'll have to wait for class next time." Malfoy tried to calm himself down, and apparently didn't hear Pansy's tone sour.

　　 But it was clear that Malfoy was a little absent today.

　　The last class in the afternoon was herbal medicine class, and Malfoy rushed to the library in one get out of class. Professor Sprout, who is so irritating, doubts whether the effect of his lecture today is bad.

　　 "I really don't know if there is a problem with the branch cap." A group of Ravenclaw students were whispering. "If he was our college cup this year, it should be ours." Obviously this news has spread to several colleges.

　　 "What's so good, don't you just get better grades?" Ron in Gryffindor's lounge was a little bit upset.

　　 "I think we should think about how to apologize to Hermione. This is the most critical." Harry changed the subject.

　　 "Apology? Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted suddenly: "Did you see her like that? We seem to be a mentally handicapped in her eyes."

　　 "Ron, enough, you know she doesn't mean that." Harry interrupted Ron. "I think you must have seen her crying just now."

　　 "So what?" Ron's face was uneasy. Obviously, it is not a proud thing to make a girl cry in any situation.

　　 "Let's go apologize to her at the Halloween party. I know you are just talking hard," Harry said.

　　 "It's done. I apologize." Ron was impatient.

　　 Malfoy was walking through the bookshelf at this time.

　　The history of Hogwarts is so long that wood bookshelves have begun to decay in some places, exuding the smell of rotten wood, and some books have been dusty for too long and have been covered with dust.

　　 Malfoy was looking for some of the secret knowledge he wanted. He glanced quickly. His feet followed his gaze constantly.

　　 He stopped and stood in front of one of the oldest bookshelves.

　　 "It's you." Malfoy pulled out a book, and the cover of the book was a little fuzzy, with a thick layer of gray on it, making it difficult to see the title.

　　 "Clean up!" Malfoy used magic.

　　 This book looks better, but the blurred words due to the erosion of time are still not clear.

　　 "Enough." Malfoy thought.

　　 "By the way, today it seems to go back early. It seems to be an important day." Malfoy doesn't usually care about these activities, but today everyone seems to be a little excited. Both the teacher and the students were discussing heatedly. Pansy seemed to hint him a few times in the morning. Did you say something like candy pumpkin?

　　 "Halloween!" Malfoy seemed to remember something suddenly.

　　 "This seems to be a key node of the plot, yes, monster!"

　　 Malfoy was thinking, and suddenly felt his back hit hard.

　　 "I'm sorry." A familiar female voice came from behind.

　　 "Isn't this the protagonist of today?" Malfoy looked back, and his unkempt curly hair came into his eyes. Who else would be Hermione? Her eyes were a little red, obviously she just cried just now.

　　 "Isn't this Gryffindor a know-how? It seems that you are in a bad mood today. Who is arguing with?" Malfoy asked knowingly.

　　In his last life, Malfoy had heard a theory that some people tended to hold up in front of familiar people, but unloaded their armor in front of unfamiliar people. It seems to be confirmed today.

A thin mist suddenly appeared in Hermione's eyes. She said: "They all said that I like to please the teacher. Ron also said in the curse class that I was like a nightmare. I just wanted to remind him of his spell. It's not right. Why did they say that to me?" Hermione seemed to burst out suddenly.

　　 "And what kind of mud kind that the people in your college have been calling me, this nickname is annoying!"

　　 "Do you want to see my jokes now? The only place I am proud of in front of you is gone!"

　　 Malfoy was dumbfounded because he thought they were not acquaintances.

Hermione's weak performance now makes him feel that his current occupation should be a psychologist. Take the responsibility to enlighten her.

　　 "Cough." Malfoy coughed.

　　 "Then as Slytherin's best current year, I think I can now apologize to you for those students who are not successful in our college." Malfoy slightly lowered.

　　 "Then, I want to express my apologies. I hope you can enjoy the face, how about the Duke of Honey Candy Shop? Today is Halloween."

　　 Hermione froze for a while. Apparently she said those words just to vent her emotions, just want to drive him away and calm herself. But he didn't expect him to apologize not only for being angry.

　　 "Aren't you angry?" Hermione's voice suddenly weakened.

　　 "I think since a Griffin has the courage to apologize to a Slytherin, then I can't be too stingy. Isn't it?" Malfoy obviously mentioned the last thing.

　　Hermione was silent for a while, and suddenly whispered, "Hogsmead can only go on Saturday, with the permission of the third grader and teacher."

　　 "There are only places in this world that I would rather not go to, but no places I can go."

　　 "The courage of Gryffindor should also include breaking the rules."

　　 "Maybe if you violate some rules, you can get together with them, right?"

　　 "Come with me." Malfoy said as he lifted his legs.

　　It seemed like Hermione had made up her mind, she stomped her legs and followed Malfoy.

　　Gryffindor students are born with risk factors, right?