At the beginning of his second year, Draco Malfoy discovered that a strange thing had happened in his life.
Tom Riddle, a man he had never heard of, became his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He clearly remembered that it was Lockhart, the peacock! During the summer, he went to buy those damn textbooks, where he bumped into the Saint. Not to mention, his father also had a fight with the Weasley family's big mole.
"Professor Riddle has been the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for many years. Cursed? Draco, is this a new prank you came up with? How funny!" Pansy said while covering her mouth and laughing, while Blaise rolled his eyes.
"I say Pansy, you can't just smile stupidly at everything Draco says. If Professor Riddle knew that his dear little dragon did this to him, he would probably die of grief." He said while exaggeratingly covering his heart.
Draco's whole face wrinkled up, as if he had eaten something bad, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "What's wrong with you two? I don't know what to do!"
His words were interrupted by Goyle and Clark who suddenly rushed into the lounge, holding broomsticks in their hands and glowing faces, "Draco, Harry is waiting for you at the cellar door! We have an appointment to play Quidditch with Gryffindor today, remember? Let's go!"
"NO——"
This damn world!