Draco took out a small portrait from his pocket.
He stared at the handsome blond man above him and gritted his teeth: "Why are you laughing!"
The handsome blond man above laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath. He lay on the edge of the photo frame and punched the transparent partition that seemed to be non-existent. After laughing, he said seriously: "I don't want to laugh at you. I think about other people in those days." That’s how you laugh at me.”
"Needless to say, I must be laughing at you for being stupid." Draco said contemptuously, "Tell me, what did you do?"
"I was envious of Sazar's language talent, so I caught ten snakes to try to force the environment to urge me to learn a new foreign language." Godric said regretfully, "The end result was that I almost got a hole in my hand bitten."
Draco's mouth was slightly open, but he didn't want to say a word. He looked at the little statue in his hand with a look of "Are you an idiot or a fool?"
"Rowena laughed at me for a long time," Godric said. "It turns out that there are some things that you just can't envy - and I'm a fool for envying them."
"You mean I'm a fool too?" Draco brought the little statue closer and growled, "Do you know how much I want to raise a unicorn?! But because of the damn Magical Creatures Protection Act, I can't! I’ve wanted a unicorn and a dragon since I was a kid! So what if I’m jealous! Why do you care about me!”
"Young man, don't be so impetuous and impulsive..."
"Maybe he can talk to dragons," Draco took a breath and repeated himself in shock, "With dragons!"
"Don't let anyone know," Godric said, "I want to remind you, he will be raped by your...how to pronounce that word, right, the government, the government will not let him go, because they think He can lead creatures as powerful as dragons to form an army...at least in turbulent times."
Draco looked at him suspiciously at first, but he soon realized that what he said was right. Judging from the few words Lucius said when he came home, he could tell that there were probably a few pigs in high-ranking positions at the top of the Ministry of Magic.
“The basilisk that Sazar raised always adds to his terrifying reputation,” Godric said. “But in fact, that little guy has only eaten livestock... Oh well, maybe he has eaten a few enemies... But that’s all The dark wizard who threatened the safety of the school! The living environment at that time was... extremely difficult!"
"I don't need you to teach me about magic science." Draco looked back behind the tree. Not far away, Harry was surrounded by unicorns. He seemed to be spraying something to attract the unicorns. Like the beast's potion, those magical creatures who only love pure girls like him more than girls.
His excitement and burning emotions of envy and jealousy immediately cooled down. Instead, he held his chin and began to worry - Harry had always been a trouble-attracting person, as if all the troubles and specialties in the world revolved around him. Same.
"Just think about it...you know how many girls will want to be his once it's revealed that he can speak Parseltongue -" Godric said seductively with a purpose that Draco couldn't understand.
"Don't even think about it." Draco made the decision almost immediately, without blushing or heartbeat.
It's not like he didn't know that Godric said that on purpose... Although he didn't know why the ancestor of the damn lion knew so much about what he was thinking, but that's what he was thinking.
"So you shouldn't complain here," the blond progenitor said in a very sincere manner, "why don't you go back to your little friend? He's about to be overwhelmed by unicorns... and maybe girls? Oh. , look, he fell!"
…
Harry fell unprepared - the girls and unicorns were too crowded, and he accidentally fell down. Unfortunately, there happened to be a rare gap, so there were no unicorns for him. Make cushions.
The girls screamed and asked him if he was okay. Harry held his left foot, which seemed to have been sprained accidentally, and inhaled hissingly - the skin was broken in some places.
"hiss……"
He inhaled, and then he saw the cub quickly arching to his side and chirping cutely. Several adult unicorns stretched out their tongues and licked Harry's wounds. Soon the broken skin was gone. Gone.
"Thank you." Harry smiled at the unicorns.
"It's amazing!" a girl asked, "Your wound healed instantly!"
"Unicorns are magical healing creatures." Harry answered while stroking the golden cub and helplessly found himself surrounded by people and unicorns again.
Snapped.
There was a tap on the shoulder, and Harry turned around. Before he could speak, he felt a pulling force - a hand pulled him out, like pulling a cat out of a bed that was soft and fluffy enough for it to sink into. , and pulled it out very forcefully.
The girls immediately seized the opportunity and surrounded Harry, engulfing the unicorns that had just surrounded Harry, chattering, touching and hugging him.
"Thank you, Professor Felton." Harry thanked him honestly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Felton snorted coldly - it seemed that he was really a little angry, Harry couldn't tell if it was because he didn't accept the golden cub - the man put him down and rolled away in his black cloak, his back even showing A bit like Snape. After he walked away, Draco's face appeared to be choked.
Harry gave him a questioning look.
He did what I wanted to do! Draco wanted to say this, but after thinking about Felton's effortless action of lifting Harry up just now and looking at his not-so-slender arms, he felt reluctant and fell silent.
"Come this way, all of you." Felton shouted coldly, "You are not here for the Care of Magical Creatures class - Professor Lockhart, please." The last 'please' he said was particularly light, and maybe others couldn't hear it, but Harry and Draco looked at each other in admiration.
How did he manage to say an honorific in such a contemptuous and indifferent way, not caring at all but as if the other person was worse than a speck of dust?
The students reluctantly backed away from the unicorn - yes, Lockhart, the teacher of this course, did not ask them to do this, but since Felton asked so, no one could ignore his order. Not only because Felton is also a professor, but also because Felton is undoubtedly much scarier than Lockhart... Let's put it this way, if there are two forks in the road in front of them, and Felton asks them to go left and Lockhart asks them to go right, probably all the students will go there tremblingly. Go left.
This is not to say that Felton is really as scary as Snape - but everyone knows who is scarier between Felton and Lockhart.
"Aha, yes, we shouldn't waste our limited time looking at these unicorns - today we need to do a little practice," Lockhart paused pretending to be mysterious, "—— Surprise! You will explore the Forbidden Forest in pairs, and I have placed a perfect prize somewhere inside that you would never have imagined——"
"Just don't have his autographed photo." Several boys muttered, and Draco nodded in agreement.
"Of course, before going in, Professor Felton will help me set up a safety spell on you, in case you are in danger but have no time to call my name-" Lockhart said with excitement, and even posed a The perfect angle pose looks like the hero is holding the dragon's head with his sword.
Harry couldn't help laughing, and immediately covered his mouth and turned his head. Draco cursed, turned his head and said, "Who wants to call his name! I feel uncomfortable just saying his name in my mouth." !”
"Everyone actually knows who is taking the lead in this class," Bsie, who was standing behind them unknowingly, said soothingly, "You keep your voice down, otherwise it will be troublesome if he draws his attention this way, Draco."
Draco snorted and was about to say something, but Bsie touched Harry and motioned for him to come, and Harry gave Draco a light look, motioning him to be quiet.
Draco didn't want to be quiet, but Harry said softly: "It seems we've run out of the anti-swelling potion." He shut up.
A threat is definitely a threat, but there is a kind of person who is not afraid of good words but is afraid of threats, such as the noble Master Malfoy.
At the front of everyone, Lockhart stood there and took out a long roll of parchment, which seemed to have been divided into groups. He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and began to read a long list of names and names. The group number made the students below whisper.
Felton stood aside indifferently, while Hagrid looked at the group of students as if they were newborns.
"...Draalfoy, and Bsie Zabini..." Lockhart suddenly read out such a grouping in the middle of reading, making Draco, who was swallowing his anger below, jump up in anger: "What?! What grouping is this!"
"Shh, shh," Lockhart shook his finger and smiled smugly, "I know how wonderful your friendship is - but you have to know, Mr. Malfoy, the number of people is an odd number, so I am prepared to let Harry and I join. Team, you don’t have to worry about his safety at all. With me here, there will definitely be no problems. This is an honor that belongs to him alone. You don’t need to envy him. He will have a chance next time..."
Professor, can you shut up? He seems more interested in strangling you than in envy. Many students shuddered when they looked at Malfoy's livid face and thought in unison.
"No need." Felton suddenly said crisply, "Xavier will be led by me."
Lockhart's smile froze on his face: "But, Professor Felton, this is..."
"What's your opinion?" Felton said a question in a declarative tone. Everyone could tell that he was not asking for Lockhart's opinion. The tone was undoubtedly like asking the other party, 'Who do you think you are?'
"...No, no, I'm glad to have such an excellent professor like you to share my worries..." Lockhart said stiffly, coughing a few times to cover up his discomfort, "Then - then let's do it, right? , I haven’t finished reading the list yet——”
He continued reading, but he couldn't get everyone's attention anymore - Harry was already in the spotlight.
"Felton really prefers you, Harry." Bsie sighed.
Look at how he treats Draco and Harry, this is definitely a preference - not counting the matter of accepting an apprentice, he even rescued Harry from Lockhart's hands in time.
Harry made a sad face and forced a smile: "This...can't be regarded as preference. The professor treats me and Draco the same way."
Draco immediately complained: "Don't you think your nose will grow longer when you tell this lie?"
Harry subconsciously touched his nose.
To be honest, if he had to choose between Felton and Draco, Harry would choose Draco without hesitation. Being around Felton requires a lot of psychological quality. You usually can't see his eyes, but when he looks at you, there will naturally be an extra pressure on you.
Lockhart's list was quickly finished, and the separated students stood together in pairs. Harry walked towards Felton obediently. Draco took his arm and said forcefully: "Just stay with me." Together - he can’t drag you away in public!”
"Look, I'm always redundant." Bsie shrugged.
Harry shook his head and reminded: "Don't drag me - I won't be the one he takes care of then."
Felton was indeed harsher on Draco than he was on Harry - it would not be an exaggeration to say he was embarrassed and critical. On the contrary, if Harry made some small mistakes, he would decide whether to let them go lightly depending on his mood.
Draco stubbornly didn't want to let go, and even childishly took his hand, his own five fingers clasping the other's palm tightly.
"Are you girls going to the bathroom together?"
Felton came over to take a look and laughed.
Harry's face turned red as if on fire. Then, the two of them felt something brush against their hands, and their hands separated easily. Draco raised his hand and looked at it again and again in disbelief, as if to confirm this. The only thing that does betrayal is not your own hands.
Then, before the heat on Harry's face faded away, there was a hand in front of his eyes.
"Your sprained foot hasn't healed yet." Felton said calmly, "Follow me - don't fall a second time, it'll be ugly."
Harry hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to reach out... and grab a corner of Felton's cloak.
"That's good, Professor." He freed one hand to touch his increasingly hot face, and said very quietly, even breathing cautiously - as if breathing louder would make his face hot. Sort of the same.
Felton said nothing, took him alone, and walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest without even saying hello. Draco was left behind, unable to close his jaw and at the same time frantically calling the police in his mind.
Bsie took several steps back - he felt that there was no one more redundant than himself.
Only Hagrid felt relieved when he saw Harry holding on to the corner of Felton's cloak and limping away. He had a rare good look on Draco and said, "Don't worry, Professor Felton will definitely take good care of Harry!"
Draco gritted his teeth so hard that the tips of his fingers were cold. He raised his hand and took a breath. An idea suddenly appeared in his mind crazily and flashed with thick black and glitter. This is not the first time this question has arisen, but in the past, he put it aside without getting an answer. Now, this question has appeared again, hovering again, occupying all his mind.
Who is this man named James Felton?
That is definitely not the way a professor looks at a talented student. Although Draco couldn't see Felton's face, he had spent enough time with him and was keen enough to be able to taste some of it. If he was still ignorant in the first grade, now he was at least somewhat familiar with Felton.
That kind of attitude, that kind of behavior, that kind of look is something Felton would never do on a normal day, and he definitely doesn't treat every student the same way.
Harry. Draco thought.
There is no doubt that Harry is special to Felton, but why?
………………
Harry limped along a trodden path in the Forbidden Forest with a headache. Felton in front of him was explaining the structure, layout, and plants on the roadside of the Forbidden Forest without looking back. Go forward.
Felton is not short, and can be considered to be of a standard tall figure. His steps are also long, although not too big, but Harry, who has been active indoors for a long time and is more flexible, can't keep up in this situation.
He hesitated for a moment and was about to ask the professor to go slower when Felton stopped before him.
"Can't keep up?" he asked concisely.
Harry lowered his head and said sheepishly, "...a little bit."
And he was still a little dizzy - he didn't eat anything in the morning and didn't have time to eat the food in his backpack, so Harry was a little dizzy.
Felton sighed, as if to say how could Harry do this, then he reached out and pulled his cloak from Harry's hands, took out a piece of something from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.
Harry was so frightened by this action that he almost fell down again, but when the sweet taste of chocolate spread from the tip of his tongue to the entire mouth, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Felton said.
"Because chocolate is sweet, Professor." Harry said the truth unconsciously, but after he finished speaking, he covered his mouth and lowered his head in embarrassment, completely confused as to why he said such a thing.
"If you can't keep up, just talk."
Felton sighed for the second time today, then stretched out his hand, took one of Harry's hands hanging on both sides, held him, held the little hand in his palm, and then started walking forward again. Felton was finally able to control the walking pace of both parties - if the hand he was holding was too far away and there was a feeling of being pulled, he would slow down.
Harry was led forward by him, and could even clearly feel the obvious joints of the other person's fingers, the finger pads with several scars, and the inexplicable warmth in the palms of his hands - he didn't know why he cared about these little things. detail. He could even smell a faint fragrance on the other person's body, which felt a little strange: Felton was not a person who liked to dress up, but he liked to fumigate all his clothes with hot water and essential oil. It was said that the essential oil had a soothing effect.
Maybe that essential oil does have a sleeping effect.
Harry couldn't help but yawned. Thinking of this, Harry became groggy and at the same time, he also found in his heart that he was so shy. He felt so embarrassed to even...have to pay attention to the indifferent professor... .
——As I was being led by Felton, I was afraid that even the fingertips held in the palm of my hand were red.
The author has something to say: There was something going on at home, so I went to the hospital to accompany my mother for an injection in the morning, and when I came back I slept like a dead pig OTZ
Anyway, it’s finally updated, everyone!
Tomorrow will start Krypton Gold Ball Heizhen, my wife, please come soon, I miss you...
