Chapter 108 Theodore Nott
Draco had started extra training with the other players of the Slyyerin Quidditch team after the Potions class on Thursday. Today, when they were supposed to have the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he also successfully got Snape's permission and avoided Lockhart's bragging for two classes.
Della had wanted to take this opportunity to sit with Harry and the others. She had finally regained her freedom, and she wanted to discuss what happened that night with the Gryffindor trio.
"Lock! Professor Lockhart!" However, before Della could call Harry over, Harry shouted at Lockhart, and his fair face turned visibly red.
"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Lockhart walked hurriedly to Harry's side. He looked at the abnormal redness from the boy's neck to his face, and put his arm around Harry's shoulder with concern.
"I think I've got a slight fever," Harry said haltingly, his green eyes drooping. "If you don't mind, I'd like to go to the infirmary to rest for a while."
Della immediately knew what Harry was planning. Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor's house, would definitely not give them permission to skip classes to practice. And there was only half a month left before the first match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. They were planning to use those drugs to skip classes and practice.
"Of course, of course. After all, you kids are not as healthy as me," Lockhart agreed immediately. He couldn't stop talking once he started. "When I was in the rain forest, I was soaked in the cold rain for a month, but I was still strong..."
Harry had already slipped away after saying "of course". Della looked at Hermione and Ron again. Hermione was staring at Lockhart's shining golden hair in fascination, while Ron, with a wrinkled nose, met Della's gaze, but after a few pauses he turned his head away unnaturally.
Seeing Ron's reaction, Della frowned slightly, but soon relaxed her brows in understanding. She turned around, glanced at the empty seat next to her, and slowly sat up straight.
It seems that during this period of time, Slytherin can no longer gain the trust of Gryffindor.
What a pity, I still want to talk more with Hermione, she must have a lot on her mind.
Well, maybe I am the subject of their investigation.
Thinking of this, Della shook her head slightly to shake off the last thought. She took out Lockhart's novel, put a runic book underneath it, and prepared for her class.
"Can I sit here, Riddle?"
A familiar cold voice came over, Della tilted her head to the right, and it was indeed Theodore Nott, "Of course, please feel free, Nott."
Nott sat down, and as he took a book out of his bag, he continued, "Malfoy said we could spend more time with you recently, but I don't think you would like it too much."
"It would really make me happier to have some time to myself." Della smiled her social smile.
"If Draco is willing and you don't mind, I can take on the responsibility of staying with you in name only." Nott turned his head towards Della, and his slightly lighter black eyes met Della's eyes.
"..." Della didn't reply immediately. She looked at Nott's unusually serious eyes and responded after several seconds, "I'm glad you're so considerate. It really helps a lot."
"My pleasure, Riddle." Nott put his right hand on his left chest. Although he was sitting, he leaned forward slightly, and the movement of his hands really looked like a salute.
Della kept smiling as she looked up and down at the tall and thin boy in front of her. After chatting with Nott for a few more words, she returned to her book.
If she were a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff at this time, it would be much easier.
But she is a Slytherin, and Nott is also a Slytherin. In the tacit understanding unique to Slytherins, even if Nott showed something unusual, Della could not ask him directly at this time.
It seems that I have to find an appropriate time to talk to him alone, as Nott hinted.
"Just like what's written in the book, I once sailed on the sea and survived for half a month only by relying on rain and fishing. Oh, now I feel excited when I think about it..."
Lockhart began to brag, and there was an immediate exclamation of surprise from the girls in the audience. Della's eyebrows twitched. She put aside her calculations for the time being and slowly started reading the book that she had put under the popular novels.
Besides the heir and the chamber of secrets, she also had alchemy to study.
Although Maggie has not yet brought back the experimental results of the first issue of the booklet, she has also started the creation of the phase diagram at the same time. In the past two days, she has been slowly reading "Snake Curse" and "Cling Graydon" in the dormitory. In fact, she has been very busy.
At this time, taking Lockhart's class seemed like a relaxation.
Lockhart was already interacting with the girls who were obsessed with him. Della was not worried that Lockhart would ask her questions. After all, after that night, she believed that he was afraid of more than just Professor Snape.
"What are you reading, Riddle?" Amid the noise, Nott asked her softly while Della was turning the pages.
"A book about ancient magic runes," Della showed Nott the cover of the book, "It's very interesting. I plan to take this course in the future."
"You seem to be good at all your subjects, which is amazing," Nott said, "You've been getting better and better in Potions recently, and I can't keep up with you at all."
"The potions you brew are also of high quality," Della replied politely. As soon as she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes not too obviously. "It's just that Professor Snape orders me around too much. Recently, when he calls me over, I just drink tea there."
"This is the professor's training for you," Nott said with a hint of smile, "and it seems to be effective so far."
"Professor Snape will be bringing in materials next Wednesday," Della said slowly. She looked at Nott, "Would you like to practice with me?"
"Would Professor Snape mind?"
"You don't have to worry about that. Professor Snape has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. In order to replenish the materials he has used, he always brings in a lot of materials." In fact, there are too many materials updated by the Ministry of Magic every time. Della said calmly, "I think I can get rid of my adoptive father that day, so that we can be more comfortable."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Knott said.
"So keep it a secret. I haven't even invited Draco," Della laughed softly, "After all, he doesn't look like the kind of person who can gut a live tree lizard."
"I'm grateful for my cruel character now," Nott also smiled faintly, "I'm happy to do so, Riddle."
"Then see you in Snape's Potions Office at nine o'clock on Wednesday night, Nott." Della deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of her last name like Nott when she spoke.
They looked at each other with polite smiles on their faces, chatted for a few words, and then went about their own business in Lockhart's noisy classroom.