You Actually Eat Pet Food?!!!

Anton returned to the dormitory after taking a stroll outside, just as his classmates were coming back from dinner.

"Oh, Anton, what a shame. You have no idea—the strawberry pudding tonight was absolutely delicious." Mentioning dinner, Goyle unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

"The lemon chicken legs were good too!" Blaise added from the side. At the mention of food, the silly boy excitedly waved his arms. "They even had a hint of honey!"

Draco sat in an armchair beside the dormitory fireplace, swirling a glass of red wine. Hearing the two idiots, he could not help rolling his eyes.

"Haha, really? I ate outside just now, and it was delicious too." Anton cheerfully greeted the two of them.

He lifted the suitcase in his hand and thought about it. Those three Dementors did not seem suitable for bringing into the Cottage.

They would constantly affect the environment around them, plunging anyone who tried to approach into that suffocating cold despair.

"Draco, I'd like to use the Stone Pillar Chamber where you usually practice Flying Broomstick skills for a while. Is that okay?" Anton walked straight up to Draco.

"Of course." Draco nodded indifferently and picked up the low-proof liquor from the small round table beside the sofa, pouring Anton a glass as well.

"Haha, Draco hasn't had time to practice flying lately." Goyle said with delight.

"Yeah." Blaise also looked happy. "Pansy and Draco made up. After everything that happened before, their relationship has become even better."

They truly were happy. Pansy was not only Draco's girlfriend, but also a childhood companion who had grown up with them.

The kind of friends who had been close even before entering school.

"Is that so?" Anton nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The outstanding young master Malfoy and the ordinary-looking Pansy