HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 158: Meeting at 2 o'clock

With less than three weeks left until the first event, people are no longer concerned about the Warriors selection issue, but are instead speculating on what the first event will be.

In the morning in the auditorium, the owls brought today's packages and envelopes.

The eagle owl was holding a heavy package in its feet, and it dropped it on the table with a thud.

Draco opened the package and found that most of it was snacks for Gloria.

Narcissa was very worried when she knew she had become a warrior. She often wrote to her because her letters were not enough, so she recently made snacks and sent them to her frequently.

"Pfft hahaha——"

Someone at the table laughed out loud, attracting many glances.

"What? Give it to me." Draco reached out for it.

After being passed around by several people, the newspaper finally reached his hands. He took a look and found that it was a report on the Triwizard Tournament. At the top was a photo of the referees and the warriors, but the content was all about Potter.

Draco flipped back and saw the introduction of Gloria and the other two warriors in the last few lines.

Gloria's introduction was formal but brief, but the other two warriors were the worst off, as even their names were misspelled.

"Draco, look ahead--" the student next to him reminded him.

Gloria put down her cup and started looking. The first thing she saw was Harry's silly picture. In the picture, he didn't know where to put his hands, and finally he just put his hands on his hips.

“I still cry for them sometimes at night…hahahaha!”

Draco was dissatisfied with the fact that there was too little mention of Gloria in the report, and this sentence completely calmed him down.

The entire Slytherin table laughed along.

Gloria focused on other content. Harry's first love was Hermione? Where did she come to this conclusion?

It is certain that except for the correct name, everything else in the article is nonsense.

But I didn't expect that the person who got most angry because of this report was not Harry, but Ron.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron threw away the newspaper, picked up his book, and stormed out of the hall.

"What's that?" Draco said. "I thought he was going to come over here and start a fight with us."

Crabbe and Goyle covered their mouths and chuckled. They didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Gloria. They didn't have the same treatment as Draco.

Gloria put aside the newspaper and said, "Who knows, let's go to the library. The homework is not finished yet."

Draco picked up his and Gloria's school bags. He would not let the bodyguards follow him at this time.

When we got to the library, we found it was busier than usual, with a group of girls standing by the bookshelves giggling.

Choosing a seat far away from the group of girls, Draco sat down and put his books and parchment in place. A familiar figure sat down diagonally opposite them.

"Hermione?"

Hermione looked unhappy. Seeing Gloria in a better mood, she received Draco's disgusted gaze and said, "Hey - Leah, it's too noisy over there, so I'll sit here."

Gloria asked, "Who are they looking at?"

Hermione sighed, "That famous Quidditch player who loves his shaking and fainting thing—"

"You are indeed a punk." Draco said disdainfully, "That was a fake move by Wronski."

Hermione just pretended he wasn't there, "Anyway, those girls are distracting me."

Gloria nodded thoughtfully, "I see. Let's do our homework then."

But not long after I wrote, the girls' laughter approached.

Krum had appeared near them at some point, standing by the bookshelf, reading a book in his hands, completely ignoring the girls' gazes.

"What's going on?" Madam Pince came out from behind the bookshelf and stared at the group of girls with a serious face. "Ladies, this is a library. Remember to abide by the rules, otherwise I will have to ask you to leave!"

Finally, the library returned to peace.

·

The school allowed students to go to Hogsmeade a week before the game, probably to allow them to relax.

In addition to Hogwarts students, there were also students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang on the street.

Gloria and Draco were having a great time at first, and were about to order some butterbeer, when they saw Professor Moody sitting and chatting with Hagrid in the bar.

It just so happened that they were sitting right in front of Rosmerta, so it was inevitable that they would bump into each other when ordering.

Gloria didn't care about this. She raised her foot to go in, but was stopped by Draco. "Seeing him affects your mood."

She firmly held the boy's hand and said, "He should be in a bad mood."

Professor Moody did not gain any advantage in the last confrontation. The fifty credits can be earned back in a month, and confinement is unnecessary, which is almost the same as not being punished. He is the one who is upset.

Draco came in with a smile on his lips.

The two men came to the bar, and Draco raised his hand and said, "Two butterbeers." Then he gave four Sickles.

After ordering, he seemed to notice someone beside him, "Oh - Professor Moody."

The smiling grey-blue eyes revealed an inherent sarcasm, and Hagrid was simply ignored.

Sure enough, Moody's face twitched when he saw him, and he wanted to turn the kid into a ferret and smash him to the ground a few times. Finally, he turned his face away gloomily.

Gloria leaned back slightly and greeted Hagrid, "Hi, Hagrid."

Hagrid's hair was messy and he responded with a smile: "Gloria, have fun before the game...Oh! I want to tell you something."

He waved his big hand, obviously wanting to talk to her alone. Gloria exchanged a look with Draco and walked to Hagrid's side.

"In fact, you have to inform Harry about this. If you see him, you can tell him. Come to my cabin at twelve o'clock at night. Wear the invisibility cloak. If you don't meet me, go to the hall to find him at dinner."

"The boy is sitting over there," said Golinia, hiding in her golden hair.

"No need Hagrid, I'll tell Harry." Gloria glanced casually and found Hermione sitting alone, her mouth opening and closing, obviously talking to someone, who else but Harry.

"Thank you then." Hagrid happily tilted his head back and drank the wine in the oversized cup.

The butterbeer they ordered was ready, and Draco followed Gloria with the cup.

Gloria sat down next to Harry, turned her head slightly and said, "Harry, Hagrid wants me to tell you something."

"Potter?" Draco asked doubtfully.

Hermione was so scared that she looked around, luckily no one heard it. Harry was a big celebrity recently, and people pointed at him wherever he went.

Harry's voice came from the empty seat, "What's up?"

Hermione was writing something with a notebook and a quill, so Gloria borrowed a piece of paper, wrote down what Hagrid had just said, folded it up and passed it under the table. A hand appeared out of thin air and caught the note.

Draco was in no hurry, Lori would always tell him later that the situation between the two of them was still interesting.

"What's wrong, Potter? Are you hiding because your eyes are red from crying and you can't face anyone?" The boy couldn't help but made a few sarcastic remarks as usual.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, while Harry was busy reading the note. It turned out that he was going to see Hagrid in the middle of the night, and he was with Gloria.

"I see, thank you Leah." He put the note away.

Draco looked at Hermione, then at where Harry was sitting, and said, "Are you dating?"

Hermione was caught off guard and spurted out a mouthful of butterbeer, soaking the open notebook.