Azkaban Advanced Class

When Eli and Shafiq reached an agreement, Eli immediately felt much more relaxed.

Before, he had to rack his brains running the potion shop while constantly guarding against possible schemes from Pure-blood families. Now, Shafiq could worry about all that.

Eli sauntered down the castle corridor. Ah, he was an entrepreneur now. Surely someone ought to bring his meals to him, right? What kind of meal required a young master to go eat it himself?

As for why Eli was wandering the castle corridors alone, that was something Draco needed to answer.

Who knew when it had started? Maybe after the Christmas Ball?

That guy had been appearing and disappearing unpredictably, dressing up like a complete idiot every day.

After following and spying on him... mainly out of concern for his good brother, Eli finally discovered that the brat had been going on dates with Astoria!

No wonder Draco had smelled like women's perfume lately. At first, Eli had thought Draco had developed some strange new hobby.

People in love were blind, but Draco in love was blind beyond all measure.

By the time Eli arrived at the Great Hall, Draco and Astoria had already gotten there early.

Eli reluctantly sat beside them. Draco, meanwhile, was like a flamboyant little peacock, endlessly spouting cheesy lines.

Eli glanced at a huge chicken drumstick not far away, then at Draco's back. Gritting his teeth, he poked Draco.

When Draco turned around, Eli pointed at the incredibly plump drumstick. "Um, get that for me."

Draco said, "How did you know Astoria was going to ask me to Hogsmeade?"

Eli said, "..."

Glancing at Astoria's flushed little face, Eli let out a long sigh. "Forget it. I'll get it myself..."

Using the drumstick as an excuse, Eli darted over to the Gryffindor table, squeezed