"My mother said that my sister can already move." Draco put down the letter, his tense face suddenly relaxed, and then he couldn't wait to tell Harry next to him about his new news, "She just went to St. Mungo's for a checkup yesterday. The therapist Said she had grown arms and legs.”
As he spoke, he opened the candies that were sent to him. In a good mood, he picked out the milk candies and fruit candies and gave them to Harry. He kept some of the chocolate ones for himself and gave the others to Harry. He even made an exception and made a kind gesture. He gave some Honeydukes limited-edition candies to Hermione who was sitting across from them, which sounded a bit like what Zhang Qiu said about "red envelopes everywhere during the holidays".
"Eat so much sugar, you'll get cavities sooner or later." Hermione accepted the candies, looking at their shiny wrappers and wanting to peel one off to try, but as the daughter of a dentist, she was very restrained in this regard. "Tooth Potion won't save you every time, Malfoy."
At the end of last semester, one of Draco's teeth suddenly hurt terribly. As exams were approaching at that time, he became so irritable that he rolled around and refused to go to the hospital wing. He rolled on the bed in different ways with his books in his arms. In the end, Harry couldn't help it. He went back to the seniors and asked for a bottle of teeth-healthy potion. It was produced by Ravencw and the quality must be guaranteed. Within an hour, Draco's teeth were fine. However, Hermione remembered this matter very well and would bring it up from time to time. .
"I won't give it to you if you keep on rambling, you know-it-all," Draco said.
"Don't call me a know-it-all!" Hermione slapped the table and stood up.
Harry peeled off the candy wrapper, slowly stuffed a strawberry-flavored candy into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Is Aunt Narcissa okay? Is there any news about Sirius?"
"Your godfather comes to our house once a week specifically to see my mother." Draco was quite satisfied with this. "Now that's good, my mother can finally show off her brother to those gossipy aristocratic ladies at the tea party." .”
Because the family she came from was in decline, Narcissa was often talked about behind her back. Sirius was a Gryffindor, but that didn't mean he wasn't careless. He could figure out what was going on with just a little inquiry. He had a good memory and still remembered when he was a child. How does the mother visit relatives... Although she doesn't want to see Lucius's old dog face at all, she brings gifts and visits to him once a week. She also specially chooses to come when Lucius is not around, and wears new clothes from France. Change the brand and buy it for Narcissa, so that the noble Malfoy can have something to show off every time he appears at high-class banquets and tea parties.
And he seemed to prefer his cousin to have a girl, but of course he had only bought things for the little boy, so he directly copied the list of gifts he had prepared for Harry when he was about to be born, from strawberry pacifiers to small brooms to dollhouses. Fall, sell more and more - as if the Malfoy family is really short of money.
Narcissa also told him that 'you should focus your attention and money on what you should care about', but Sirius's reply was 'I think caring about my pregnant sister is what I should care about now', which made Narcissa angry and funny, and Lucius Of course he wouldn't be angry—Sirius's actions were as if he was slandering his wife for not caring about him.
"My mother said that my sister can already move." Draco put down the letter, his tense face suddenly relaxed, and then he couldn't wait to tell Harry next to him about his new news, "She just went to St. Mungo's for a checkup yesterday. The therapist Said she had grown arms and legs.”
As he spoke, he opened the candies that were sent to him. In a good mood, he picked out the milk candies and fruit candies and gave them to Harry. He kept some of the chocolate ones for himself and gave the others to Harry. He even made an exception and made a kind gesture. He gave some Honeydukes limited-edition candies to Hermione who was sitting across from them, which sounded a bit like what Zhang Qiu said about "red envelopes everywhere during the holidays".
"Eat so much sugar, you will get cavities sooner or later." Hermione accepted the candies, looking at their shiny wrappers and wanting to peel one off to try, but as the daughter of a dentist, she was very restrained in this regard. "Tooth Potion won't save you every time, Malfoy."
At the end of last semester, one of Draco's teeth suddenly hurt terribly. As exams were approaching at that time, he became extremely irritable. He rolled around and refused to go to the hospital wing. He rolled on the bed in different ways while holding the book. In the end, Harry couldn't help it. He went back to the seniors and asked for a bottle of teeth-healthy potion. It was produced by Ravencw and the quality must be guaranteed. Within an hour, Draco's teeth were fine. However, Hermione remembered this matter very well and would bring it up from time to time. .
"I won't give it to you if you keep on rambling, you know-it-all," Draco said.
"Don't call me a know-it-all!" Hermione slapped the table and stood up.
Harry peeled off the candy wrapper, slowly stuffed a strawberry-flavored candy into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Is Aunt Narcissa okay? Is there any news about Sirius?"
"Your godfather comes to our house once a week specifically to see my mother." Draco was quite satisfied with this. "Now that's good, my mother can finally show off her brother to those gossipy aristocratic ladies at the tea party." .”
Because the family she came from was in decline, Narcissa was often talked about behind her back. Sirius was a Gryffindor, but that didn't mean he wasn't careless. He could figure out what was going on with just a little inquiry. He had a good memory and still remembered when he was a child. How does the mother visit relatives... Although she doesn't want to see Lucius's old dog face at all, she brings gifts and visits to him once a week. She also specially chooses to come when Lucius is not around, and wears new clothes from France. Change the brand and buy it for Narcissa, so that the noble Malfoy can have something to show off every time he appears at high-class banquets and tea parties.
And he seemed to prefer his cousin to have a girl, but of course he had only bought things for the little boy, so he directly copied the list of gifts he had prepared for Harry when he was about to be born, from strawberry pacifiers to small brooms to dollhouses. Fall, sell more and more - as if the Malfoy family is really short of money.
Narcissa also told him that 'you should focus your attention and money on what you should care about', but Sirius's reply was 'I think caring about my pregnant sister is what I should care about now', which made Narcissa angry and funny, and Lucius Of course he wouldn't be angry—Sirius's actions were as if he was slandering his wife for not caring about him.
As the third member of the family, Draco enthusiastically sent letters to care for his mother, who was expecting a new member of the family.
"But why do you want to be a younger sister?" Hermione was quite surprised by this. "If it were a younger sister, you might not be able to teach her how to play Quidditch. My cousin often said that if my cousin was a younger brother, he would be willing to teach her how to play Quidditch every day. Take her out to play, play ball or something together.”
"You think every witch is the same as you, don't you," Draco said very confidently, "Even if it's my sister, I can teach her Quidditch, and she must be very good at Quidditch - and I think my sister is better than my brother. It’s much easier to worry about. Take a look at the Weasley family. It is said that when their daughter was born, they cried for joy.”
"It's just because Mrs. Weasley wants a girl," Hermione emphasized with a 'I can't stand him anymore' look, "not because girls are less worried than boys - you always think that what you want is what others want. , In fact, others don’t think so at all!”
"Anyway, that's what the Gryffindor prefects must have thought," Draco sneered, "Okay, can we stop talking about red hair? And I'm going to Quidditch training soon."
"You were selected for the Quidditch team?" Hermione said doubtfully.
"Oh, I can prove it," Harry said easily, closing the book in his hand, "Senior Flint loved him so much, he praised him as being better than the seekers in previous years. It was an early morning, and I hadn't He was dragged out when he woke up, and about twenty minutes later, all I saw was a bunch of people praising him around him."
"Isn't it because his broom is the fastest?" Hermione said. "Speaking of which, some people can get very good brooms, while others can't. Is this a fair competition?"
"Why don't you say it's unfair that he's a four-eyed boy who never practices and has never played Quidditch, but he can fly better than all Gryffindor players?" Draco poked Harry's side. His head was scolded by Harry, "Did you learn a strange vocabulary?" and then slapped away, "No matter how good the broom is, it can't save a bad player."
This makes sense. Hermione thought about it for a moment, maybe thinking that Harry would be just as comfortable riding the school's tattered broom as Draco was flying on the nimbus, so she simply raised her eyebrows and admitted, "Okay, then. Congratulations, Malfoy."
"Hmm." Draco accepted the congratulations very helpfully.
"So, Harry, when are you going to test Ravencw's Quidditch team?" Hermione asked Harry instead, "Since Malfoy is so...competitive, I can't think of anyone who can fly better than him. .”
"Um...I have no intention of doing that," Harry scratched his face in embarrassment, "I think Qiu Fei is very good...and you know, I don't love Quidditch."
"But don't you want to win the game for the house?" Hermione's eyes widened.
"Our house doesn't care much about winning or losing," Harry said calmly. "The seniors who are willing to join the school team are the ones who love Quidditch - and I'm just a person who knows nothing about Quidditch, Hermione. , flying well and playing games are two different things, don't be brainwashed by Draco."
"Why did I brainwash her!" Draco said angrily, "Why do you think those are two different things! At least to you, they are not two different things, you idiot! If you go for the assessment, you will be asked to join the team! "
"I'm still wearing glasses." Harry said helplessly, "Remember this? If I get hit by a ball, I won't be able to see clearly."
"Where are your contact lenses?" Draco was completely unmoved.
Harry looked at him inexplicably: "Didn't you tell me not to bring him to Hogwarts?"
Draco was speechless.
"Have you noticed," Hermione suddenly lowered her voice, winked at them and said at the same time, "Ginny is always looking over here."
Before Harry could turn around, Draco held his head in place: "Merlin, what are you looking at! She looks at you and you still want to look at her? Do you want her to run away like she did on the train? Then maybe the red hair will I thought you were bullying his sister!"
"You are talking nonsense again. She was just curious before. We have never met before, and girls are easily shy when we meet for the first time," Harry said, dumbfounded. "And Ginny might just happen to see us."
Draco ignored him and glared fiercely in the direction Hermione said. Sure enough, the red-haired girl was peeking at them from a table not far away from the bookshelves in the library. Frightened by this glare, she quickly lowered her head and looked down. Long red hair looks much darker.
"What are you doing!" Hermione was in disbelief at his behavior, "Why are you scaring her! For Merlin's sake, you didn't let Harry look at her, but you scared her yourself! You're still a senior, Malfoy !I know you and Ron are not on good terms but Ginny is a girl!"
"No matter whose sister I am, I do the same thing," Draco said frankly, "I hate being peeked at."
Hermione found it incredible: "It's not you she's looking at!"
"But we were sitting next to each other, and I also felt like I was being peeked at—are you going to tell me that her field of vision is so narrow?"
Harry couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his hand down: "You are so shameless, Draco - oh it's okay, I don't think you need to worry about this - over here, Senior Flint, Draco is over here!" He rushed The strong man wearing a jersey came into the library looking for someone and shouted, "——Please take him away quickly. Please, maybe the wind on the court can make his face thinner?"
Draco stared angrily at these words, but was still choked by Flint, and Hermione burst out laughing: "Oh, Harry!"
Flint was extremely kind to Harry, even though he was very burly - he was still kind to anyone who was not a Gryffindor or his school team - he invited him to watch the training in a gruff voice: "Hi, Xavier, thank you for the He lent it to us - it's a lovely day today, why not come and see our new Seeker in action?"
It is because of people like you that he is so thick-skinned. Harry thought to himself, shook his head, thought for a moment, and nodded, "I'll be there in a moment."
After all, Draco was training, and he didn't hate Quidditch. Although he had never watched any game seriously before, he was still a little curious about how Draco trained.
………………
Thirty minutes later, Harry sat next to the Quidditch field with his eyes closed, facing the training on the field with a strange expression. From time to time, he would open his eyes a little, glance at it, and then suddenly look at it as if he was watching a zombie game. Close your eyes.
Slytherin's Quidditch players... If I had to use one word to sum them up, it would undoubtedly be burly. If I wanted to use another word, it would be at least strong.
In other words, training with Draco as a new team member would give Harry a strange feeling like "a small bean sprout mixed in a big potato chunk". Out of love for his companions, he didn't even dare to open his eyes to see it. Afraid of seeing Draco swaying in the wind and being blown off his broom - even though he was flying very well.
What's even more terrifying is Slytherin's attack method - hitting hard! The ball spins and flies up! The goal was shaken by their hits! Rapid shuttle between high-speed balls!
Harry couldn't imagine that the opponent hit by their balls would break several bones - seriously, is this kind of sport really acceptable as a national sport in the wizarding world?
"Perhaps for wizards, injuries are very easy to heal," Hermione sat next to him and concluded after watching for a while, "So they need very exciting sports to be satisfied - otherwise I really can't think of anything. Is there any reason for people to like such a violent sport!" She shouted a little unbearably, and finally took a book to cover her eyes. After all, she was more gentle than Harry.
"Draco is amazing." At this time, Harry had completely put aside the conclusion that he had just been 'so thick-skinned' and said with sincere admiration, "I can't imagine if I was up there... Well, I don't want to do it again. If I think about it, I might be beaten until I vomit my stomach out.”
Hermione nodded in agreement: "I think so too - you were right not to attend, Harry."
"Don't turn him on, Granger!!! He's wasting his talents enough already!"
Draco in the sky shouted to them as if he had eyes.
"How did he hear it?" Hermione was surprised by this.
——In the end, it was said that Draco guessed it based on his expression, and his broom happened to be relatively close.
"The Golden Snitch... I remember that's what the Seeker wants to catch, right?" Hermione didn't have any friends who played Quidditch, so she didn't have a deep understanding of Quidditch. "And goals can also be scored... Where did Quidditch go?"
Harry looked carefully and finally pointed to a place, "There." But Hermione saw nothing.
But judging from the direction Draco flew to, Harry was indeed pointing in the right direction.
"It's amazing, I can't see where the Snitch is at all," Hermione sighed. "My eyesight is obviously better than yours, Harry."
"It is said that our family is very talented in Quidditch," Harry said very frankly. "My father was the seeker of Gryffindor when he was young, and so was my grandfather. They have always been the backbone of the Gryffindor team. This is what Sirius said. ——But being talented doesn’t necessarily mean you have to play Quidditch, that’s what I think. But my father also wears glasses, so maybe it’s hereditary.”
"Pfft - it's a pity that you're not in Gryffindor," Hermione couldn't help but smile and said, "Wood is worried. The new Seeker is not good enough. If you ask me, that Seeker can't fly as well as Malfoy."
"Because I prefer studying." Harry said jokingly.
They were chatting back and forth, and a whistle sounded over there - it was time to take a break.
Draco almost got off the broom and ran towards them, then sat down next to Harry, took the water bottle he handed over, drank it, and rubbed his face by mistake: "The wind is too strong today! My face is dry. Got it!"
"You're not a girl, why do you care about this?" Hermione sat a little further away, feeling like he was causing a blast of hot air when he sat down, "Oh my God, the heat on you is so heavy."
"Where's my school bag?" Draco ignored her and asked Harry, "I'm so hot. I want to eat strawberry sorbet balls."
"You will have a stomachache or even diarrhea." Harry refused to give him his schoolbag full of snacks and put the water bottle he had put down back into his hand. "You obviously know this better than me."
Draco flattened his mouth and did not insist. He continued to pour water on himself and put the broom aside.
Harry took the broom over and sat on it diagonally. The broom hung half a meter in the air, allowing his feet to swing freely. Harry even remembered the hem of the robe behind him before he got up.
Draco almost squirted out: "Merlin's pants, you look like a girl! Can't you change your sitting posture?! No one sits like you!"
"I don't have to compete." Harry said nonchalantly, "Look, you are taking a break, and your school team is also taking a break. Just let me fly for a few laps - it seems like I haven't flown for a long time."
"You are totally embarrassing my Nimbus 2001!" Draco looked miserable. He stood up and rolled up his sleeves to correct his posture. "Get down! Spread your legs and sit up again! I don't know how to broom. I’ll split your ass, can you please sit down for me!”
"Do you really think it's comfortable to sit like that..." Harry said helplessly, and simply jumped off the broom, "Then forget it."
Harry prefers to fly in the way he likes - such as using wings and abilities. Riding a broomstick is certainly not the most comfortable one, and sitting with legs spread out is even more uncomfortable. However, Draco is a senior Quidditch fan. , of course, felt that his idea was simply rebellious and unforgivable, and he had to be corrected.
"No one would use your embarrassing way of sitting," Draco said in a serious tone as he got on his broom. "Even some girls don't sit like that anymore! Your Quidditch skills are said to be inherited from the Potter family. What about love? What about sticking to the golden spy no matter what? Why do I even sit in a weird way when I come here!"
It looked like he was really angry. Normally he would never praise Harry's family like this. After all, it was a family that had been at loggerheads with Malfoy for nearly a hundred years. At least Harry had never seen him praise another family like this. situation.
"Um, I thought maybe that thing didn't exist?" Harry replied gently, and the answer was so peaceful that it almost made Draco vomit blood.
Then he did something jaw-dropping.
He got off the broom and pushed Harry to sit on his side, while he spread his legs and sat on the back. Then Harry heard the person behind him yelling at Flint: "I'll scare him for half an hour. If he doesn't change his mind, I'll be training like this for a while... Merlin, he simply despises Quidditch!"
Everyone present: "!!!!!"
Harry: "………………ah?!"
Before he could say, 'I don't despise Quidditch,' the broom took off and shot up into the sky.
The author has something to say: The coding wizard collapsed midway, and even though he had finished writing, he was still locked inside for an hour, OTZ
Wood and Flint are both senior seniors and Quidditch captains. Wood is from Gryffindor and Flint is from Slytherin. They are both strong men.
Oops, I went to bed and realized that there was a repeated section that I hadn’t deleted! ! !
VIP can't reduce the word count, so I'll write another paragraph tomorrow to replace it! Sorry for disturbing everyone’s reading of the article!
