Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

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"Crabbe, Goyle, we're going to the common room, well see you later." Draco said, he like me and Blaise, was getting a little bored watching them two eat through their 4th helpings of cake.

We raced to the common room and decided to play a game of wizard chess. Neither of us were very good, so we tossed the game to the side and settled for general chatter, or gossiping as some of the girls called it, about random stuff.

After about 40 minutes Crabbe and Goyle entered the common room, looking quite lost and relieved to have finally seen us. They looked at us awkwardly and remained standing until Blaise said, "well sit down, then." They sat on the edge of the armchairs, looking at each other nervously.

"oh yeah, I forgot, I'll just go get it." Draco said, ripping a piece of paper from his school bag. "my father just sent me this, it'll give you a laugh." I took the piece of paper and recognised it from the daily prophet.

INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car. Mr Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed
earlier this year, called today for Mr Weasley's resignation.
"Weasley has brought the ministry into disrepute," Mr Malfoy tells our reporter. "he is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."
Mr Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told the reporters to clear of or she'd set the family ghoul on them.

Goyle gave a short quick laugh, that seemed rather forced, Crabbe however, clenched his fists and scowled. I saw Goyle nudge him and he bleakly said, "ha-ha."

"Arthur Weasley loves muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go join them." Draco said scornfully, "you'd never know the Weasley's were pure-bloods, the way they behave." Crabbe's face was contorted with fury.

"what's up with you Crabbe?" I asked looking at them rather amused at their little act.

"stomach-ache" Crabbe grunted.

"well, go up to the hospital wing and give those Mud-bloods a kick from me." Draco said, snickering. "you know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet," he went on thoughtfully, and Blaise carried on his thought.

"I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if he doesn't stop soon. He loves Muggle-born. A decent headmaster would never have let slime like that Creevey in. My father has always said Dumbledore's the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"YOU'RE WRONG!" Goyle yelled. The room went deadly quiet. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle had ever said a word against Blaise. Apparently, they were appointed the position of bodyguards for Draco, meaning they were the same for Blaise.

"what did you say? You think there's someone worse than Dumbledore?" Blaise asked in a threatening tone. I couldn't help but smirk when I saw Crabbe shaking his head vigorously. Goyle looked like he had been whacked in the head, his face thinking harder than ever, but none of us noticed, we were too busy having a mental conversation about those two.

"well?" I said, facing them.

"Harry Potter." Goyle said, his face lighting up, as he knew he had got himself out of the tight spot there.

Draco laughed. "good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter, the Mud-blood friend. And people actually think that he's the heir of Slytherin." Malfoy looked at me pointedly. "I wish I knew who it was. I could help them." Crabbe's jaw dropped so he looked even more gormless than usual.