"I said, Hermione, can you give me some accurate information as to when Malfoy plans to go and get Harry settled?"
It was a weekend with very nice weather. Hermione was planning to spend time in the library writing a paper. As soon as she walked to the door, Ron and Neville came to ask for help. The two boys were almost turning into bitter faces because it was not summer yet. When a hot person wants to eat only ice, Neville's chin is already so thin that it almost reaches the peak.
"It seems that you are still not suitable for this situation. Oh, look at you, Neville." Hermione first gave a very fierce and malfoy glare to the surrounding students who were poking their heads and whispering. Then she looked at him with pity. Looking at Neville, "Are you okay?"
"I, I'm okay," Neville pursed his lips with a sad face. He rarely made such an expression before, instead he had a slightly indifferent attitude. This made Hermione change her attitude towards him, but now he rarely shows it. This expression was enough to show how anxious he was, "That's right, I want to ask, what exactly are Harry and Malfoy..."
Hermione heard a very quiet snort. She raised her eyebrows slightly and did not react to it. Instead, she said to the two boys who did not hear the snort: "When... I haven't figured it out yet." Why is Harry angry with him?"
Ron opened his mouth wide: "——No way!"
The girl sighed, straightened her hair, and said very seriously: "Harry is nowhere to be seen except during class time - haven't you noticed this? Malfoy didn't try to talk to him, but he simply... said that Well, we can’t catch Harry.”
After saying this, she heard the sound of grinding her teeth again, and it was obvious what kind of gnashing of teeth it was.
"Merlin, no, if Malfoy doesn't coax Harry, we will continue to be unlucky." Ron said with a grimace, and Neville next to him kept nodding his head.
"Why do you use the word 'coax'?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms and said, "Harry doesn't lose his temper, let alone take it out on you - what did Malfoy do?"
"Don't you use your eyes to see how miserable we are..." Ron complained at first, then when he saw Hermione's expression changing and getting angry and about to leave, he quickly grabbed her: "No, no, no, that's what I said, I didn't mean that... I mean, isn't it obvious! Without Harry to suppress him violently, Malfoy would be lawless! He laughed at Neville and made us run away from the hall without even eating dinner. I had someone throw a live, unpeeled toad into my cauldron, and I was scolded. Anyone I bumped into while walking would be inexplicably hit with a prank curse... Yesterday, Neville finally memorized a passage so that he could prepare for the Potions class. He took a quiz, but before class, he actually ordered the two stupid followers to brainwash Neville by singing in a loop! Neville was subconsciously humming a song in his dreams! Our entire dormitory will soon be able to sing that song!"
By the end, Ron almost collapsed, as if he was once again deep into the brainwashing song last night.
Hermione nodded while listening, and finally understood why when she finished the concentrating brewing process and raised her head from the crucible to start bottling, the whole class laughed at these two people.
"Oh, really -" Hermione said in a long voice, and as expected, she heard another feather-like light hum, much weaker than before, obviously feeling guilty.
"This matter cannot be rushed." Hermione said, "This must be Malfoy doing something stupid. I will find time to find out clearly, you guys..." She also thought about it, and the final suggestion she could only give was: " Don't be alone these days..."
…………
After sending out the two boys who would never sit in the library writing papers, Hermione walked around the pillar and found a young Master Malfoy with his hands folded and a look of displeasure on his face.
The brown-haired girl got angry when she saw him like this. She put her hands on her hips and dragged him to a corner of the library aggressively. After seeing that there was no one around, she threw her schoolbag and Master Malfoy in front of her.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but the girl opposite pointed at him: "I'm warning you, don't make any unnecessary complaints - otherwise I won't help you with advice. You must honestly describe the whole process. , you know, it’s not an exaggeration.”
Who wants your help? Who is exaggerating!
Draco was so angry that he wanted to throw these two words in the other person's face, but he needed Hermione's help at this time, so of course he couldn't really do that.
Of course, the other thing is, it's the same thing that Sirius pointed out to him in the letter - he has already made one friend angry, how can he want to make another friend angry, both of them ignore him, and in the end no one can do it? Help him?
He hooked his fingers, gesturing for Hermione to come closer, and then began to speak in a low voice.
"——What?! You actually!!"
Only two-thirds of the way through, Hermione couldn't help but push away Draco who was chirping in her ear. She opened her mouth and almost flipped the table in shock, "——No wonder he's angry with you!"
"——I even got beaten up by him." Draco couldn't help but complained.
"You deserve this." Hermione said without hesitation, thinking about his description, she couldn't help but blush, "You like unicorn cubs - I admit they are cute - then why do you Don't you really take that one away? Harry is not a real unicorn, your behavior is simply too rude!"
"He's not a girl!" Draco forcefully defended, "I was only focused on holding him away from that pervert Felton - I couldn't hold two in one hand! Do you want me to leave Harry and run away with the cub? ?”
When Hermione heard this, she finally calmed down a little. After all, Malfoy hadn't done that kind of thing of 'leaving his friend for the unicorn he likes'. A man who couldn't help but touch a friend who looked like a unicorn could do it. It's imaginable.
It's just that this thing sounds so obscene that anyone would probably be angry.
"But - I think," Hermione looked at the other party with some suspicion, "Is Harry going to be angry for such a long time? Generally speaking, if he beats you and you admit your mistake, his anger will dissipate. .”
Generally speaking, this is the case - if Draco makes a mistake that angers Harry, he will always bow his head and admit his mistake after being beaten. As long as he really promises not to do it again, Harry You won't be angry anymore.
"You must have done something else." When Hermione saw the flash of guilt on Draco's face, she concluded as if she was possessed by a detective. She slammed the table and the schoolbag on the table trembled, " What did you do? Speak ill of Muggles? Speak ill of me? Or go on and on about Professor Felton——"
"What's wrong with your brain? How could Harry be angry with me for the last one!" Draco slapped the table angrily, too hard and raised his palms to blow on them distressedly, "I'm... I just bought a bunch of things to give to him as an apology..."
"What's next? Don't think I don't know. There must be another, absolutely." Hermione stared at him, quite confident that if he didn't tell her the follow-up, she would be here today to prevent him from leaving.
"...Then I saw that he was finally in a good mood, so I said," Draco lowered his head, and his voice became quieter and more vague as he spoke. He felt so guilty that he couldn't feel any more guilty, "'Please change your mood again another day and touch me a few times. ,How about it'……"
Upon hearing these words, Hermione was like a deflated rubber ball. She sat down suddenly on the chair, leaned on the table and looked at him speechlessly.
"I can't stand you anymore," she said weakly, "You can actually yawn when you least should, Malfoy, I really admire you, I admire you very much."
…………
"In short, you have to get Harry's forgiveness first, right?"
After accepting the expensive snacks provided by Draco, Hermione finally felt that she was a little energetic under the influence of sugar, but she still said without enthusiasm, "——What do you have in mind? You coaxed Harry earlier. When it's good, it's... the method of giving gifts, right?" She said and frowned, "I have to say that I don't really like this way of apologizing to people... it's quite insincere."
"I've already been scolded by my uncle about this," Draco said expressionlessly, "You don't need to say it anymore."
It was as if Sirius had a third eye in Hogwarts. On the second day after the incident, a subtle shouting letter arrived. It was delivered slowly and kindly at night, and the letter exploded in his dormitory—— Then Draco was forced to listen to the yelling letter for a full hour. The next day, he had black eyes under his eyes. He had to learn a radiant spell on the spot to maintain his perfection - a Malfoy also needs a beauty spell. , this is simply a shame!
What kept him awake wasn't the curse - it wasn't that he didn't know who his uncle's favorite nephew was - but Sirius's gloating words: "...I think Harry is very similar in this aspect. Lily, you know, that is his mother, her anger will not disappear over time, if she does not truly get her forgiveness, she will always turn a blind eye to you and not say a word to you... At that time, she was You are as cold as ice, but Merlin, the more this happens, the more anxious James becomes. He is always the one who is the most persistent!" If this method cannot win her forgiveness, then try another one. There is always one out of a thousand. The kind of person who can make her smile. If there is anything you can learn from him now, it is this, absolutely right."
"Now everyone is about to start a bet," Hermione reminded, "I wonder if you and Harry broke up just like that... There are still people guessing the reason. Many people are asking me for information. Don't let it slip. , then Harry will be even more angry."
"You think I look just like Weasley, don't you?" Draco snorted, scratching the floor impatiently with his feet, "Hell, that guy is slipperier than a snake... I just can't catch him! I've tried everything I can. Got it!"
"This means Harry is still angry." Hermione sighed and said, "You have to tell him in a certain class - he will run away after class and no one will be able to find him. You know, this is too much for him. It couldn’t be easier! Maybe when we were looking for him, he was passing by us, but we didn’t know it!”
Draco pursed his lips and didn't want to say anything, but Hermione was right. As long as Harry wanted to, he could become anyone, perfectly flawless and flawless - even if there were, it wasn't something Draco could see at a glance.
"Find a chance to have a good talk with him." Hermione looked at him like this, but she remembered that when she was in elementary school, a girl had a tantrum with a boy, and then she had an idea, "Or, you can send him a note - if you can send it When you go to him, Harry's personality will not be ignored."
"Pass a small note?" Draco bit the nail of his thumb unconsciously and muttered, "Pass a small note in class..."
"I haven't tried this method yet, right?" Hermione saw him unconsciously biting his nails like a dog, and she felt that the other person was probably really distressed, so she encouraged him meaningfully, "Maybe this method won't work either. , but... I mean, you have to try, right? You understand, Malfoy?"
…………
Professor Flitwick was talking non-stop on the podium, and would move around a few times from time to time. Even though he knew that there was a large stack of books under his feet, Harry was still a little worried - he was afraid that the dean would fall off the top after making an impassioned speech.
He didn't dare to desert, so he and Anna sat in the front row, listening attentively to their dean's lecture.
A few rows behind them on the left, Blasie was watching in amazement as Draco was clumsily torturing a piece of paper.
"Is there something about this piece of paper that doesn't suit your liking?" Blasie asked tactfully.
"..." Draco's face was tense, not wanting to answer him. He gritted his teeth and continued to fold the square piece of paper in his hand.
Pansy was sitting behind them, and when Professor Flitwick wasn't paying attention, she stood up and looked in front of them, frowning for a long time before she finally understood: "Are you playing with origami, Draco?
Draco quickly covered his desk with a book: "Mind your own business, Pansy! Don't stretch your neck so long!"
"I want to help you," Pansy curled her lips, "There is a spell that can help you fold it into the shape you want -"
Draco raised an eyebrow slightly, the meaning was obvious - just say it.
"No, you've been too cold to me recently, Draco, and I won't tell you the spell so easily," Pansy announced, quite proudly, "Unless you give me a new necklace -"
"As long as you have so many necks to hang around, then it's up to you," Draco interrupted her in a low voice, "Say it quickly."
Blasie sneered inaudibly. Pansy always had that innocence that was unique to her. There was no doubt that Draco was in urgent need. Who else could make him so anxious? But Pansy wanted a copy of Draco as a gift. Her gift, hence the request.
Between a necklace that was coerced and could be bought with gold Galleons, and a paper craft made by herself, it might be clear in her mind which one was heavier, but which one was more important to Draco. It's important, and it's clear at a glance. Pansy cares about food and not fighting. She doesn't take the opportunity to show her kindness but still wants reward. If one day, this girl really receives one - even if it's just a flower folded by Draco himself, that will be a big deal. It represented Pansy's victory, but the expensive gift meant nothing and could not represent anything.
Blasie turned her head forward and looked at the messy back of the boy's head. It was very interesting - maybe Harry didn't want this gift yet. Just looking at the crumpled paper in Draco's hand, he knew that the finished product would not It looks good, and besides, Harry is not a girl, so how can origami have the power of thousands of gold galleons to coax this savior boy?
…………
"What does the German written on it mean, Harry?" Anna looked at the introductory picture in the spells textbook. There was a string of German on the gray wall. There were many people in front of the wall. Out of curiosity, she poked at the German Harry, the best, asked in a low voice, "I can't quite understand the grammar and cursive writing... Oh, oh, Merlin, what is this, so cute!!"
Harry had just turned his head when he heard Anna yelling. He took a closer look and found something flashing its wings and flying deftly towards him in an arc. When he reached out his hand, it would automatically float lightly. The ground fell into the palm of his hand, and he pecked his palm affectionately, making it itch there, just like a real bird.
But as if one was not enough, the second, the third, the fourth... In short, several paper cranes of the same style fluttered their little wings and flew towards Harry, causing a burst of low cheers from the boys and girls in the front row. , there are still people helping Harry cook a few of them.
——Finally, a total of thirty small and exquisite paper cranes fluttered across the aisle between the college and the college desks, and landed lightly and delicately in Harry's palms, and he held them in his hands, as if Holding a handful of clear water carefully, Anna was still wondering where the paper crane came from, but Harry couldn't help but laugh.
Draco had always enjoyed everything ready-made, but now he was clumsily folding the paper crane, which made Harry very happy.
If you look carefully, you will find that some of the paper cranes are neat and some are ugly. There are spells and handmade ones, but they are all made of parchment. He opened one and looked at it, and found that there was a line of cursive English on it, which said, 'We should have a good talk. '
When I opened the second one, it was 'I really didn't mean that at the time', the third one was 'Don't run away after class, will you die if you wait for me?', and the fourth one was 'Do you think unicorns can More important than you, are you really that stupid? The one I picked up first was you and you were not a unicorn! ', and the fifth one unexpectedly changed his style of painting, and wrote only one sentence, 'I'm sorry! '
The word "sorry" was written in a big, very forceful way, and there was actually a standard crying face next to it. It was exactly the kind of systematic crying face that came with the social networking site they used during the summer vacation, and the painting was quite realistic.
"What is it?" Anna came over to look at it. Harry smiled and swept all the paper cranes into his schoolbag. He said it was nothing, and then turned back to look at Draco - he could figure out where these paper cranes came from by thinking with his toes. of.
Is it an apology, a defense, or is it an accusation? Harry thought about a few guesses with great interest, and finally played with the paper cranes in his hand. He really wanted to ask the other party if he really had what he wanted to say written on each one, or if they were all different words.
"!!!" Seeing Harry glance over, Draco quickly put up his book, covered his face, and used his elbow to crimp Blasie, "What's his reaction? What's his expression? He didn't read all my notes. Tear it up?"
Blasie glanced at it with interest and half-smiled: "I think you are safe."
"How to say?"
"He smiled when he looked back at you." Blasie said with a smile, "For the first time this week, congratulations, Draco."
Draco looked carefully from the side of the book, but was disappointed to see the back of Harry's head, probably turning his head back.
He looked at Blasie suspiciously and felt that this friend had a sly smile on his face and was unwilling to express his feelings immediately. However, after pretending for a long time, he couldn't help but ask Blasie:
"Did he really turn around and smile at me?"
blasie: "…………"
……………………
Harry ran away quickly after class.
——So, Draco couldn't catch him, and it wasn't entirely his intention. It was just that he went home often recently, so many people couldn't catch him.
After class, he teleported back home with half of the paper crane in his schoolbag. Just when he was humming a song and taking out the keys to open the door, he heard someone talking to him.
"You've been very diligent recently - but it shouldn't be your holiday now?"
He searched around, and then looked at the house next door. Sure enough, beside the garden fence in front of the door, stood a black-haired man. He was casually wearing a dark green T-shirt that could be seen everywhere, but It surprisingly matched his eyes.
Although the number of sightings was relatively small - Harry still saw it once in a while. This man is the younger brother of the blond and muscular young man next door. Even the dog and cat that Nina misses are raised by him - but it seems that the older brother and younger brother have different opinions on the matter of pets.
"Their family seems a bit like ours," Peter would occasionally gossip with Harry, "They don't seem to be biological brothers -"
Harry adjusted his glasses helplessly at that time: "Are you eavesdropping on their conversation?"
"Oh, that's not the case, I just overheard them arguing," Peter told Harry as a joke, "'You're not really my brother, remember -' No, Loki -'"
Oh, having said that, Harry remembered it - he guessed that maybe the parents of this young couple loved Norse mythology. In short, this man coincidentally had the name of a villain.
He also has a pair of green eyes and black hair. If he pulls up his bangs, combs his hair in a slicked back, and puts on a green robe and a golden helmet, he can go to Comic Expo to cosplay the best evil god Loki. Harry couldn't help but think.
"Ah, good afternoon - I usually go to middle school out of town," Harry replied, "I'm going home to take a rest today."
"I'm a little bored at home," the man named Loki said with a slight smile on his lips, "I have delicious donuts here - so, boy, do you want to come in and sit down?"
...I am twelve years old, not two. Is it really okay for you to use such a coaxing tone? Harry thought about this question silently, but finally did not say anything.
He thought for a while and politely declined the other party's invitation: "No, sir, although I am very happy that you can invite me... but I have to go back to school soon and can only stay at home for a short time."
"Just to thank you for the delicious pudding you sent me." The man who seemed gloomy to Harry had a kind smile on his face. "Your father and brother are not at home now, and my sister was taken out to play by my brother. ," At this point, he snorted inaudibly, "So you can come in and wait for him to bring your sister back."
Sometimes Charles is too busy and would entrust Harry to the care of his neighbors, but today it made Harry feel a little strange - the number of people in their family has been increasing recently, and it is difficult for anyone to be away from home.
However, if the neighbor invited him like this, it would be difficult for Harry to refuse. And he opened the door and took a look, and found that there was no one at home. It would be a good choice to drink tea and eat some donuts, and wait for Nina to come back together. So he agreed obediently and walked to the next door. In front of the house: "Then I would like to thank you for your kind invitation?"
"This is a good boy." The man's voice was soft and soft, as if he felt comfortable listening to it like reading a fairy tale to someone. In Harry's impression, he was not a cheerful person, and he always seemed to be indifferent to his brother. The smile was not a smile, or he was extremely cold, but at this moment, he kindly put his hand on the boy's shoulder, hugged him and walked in together. He also treated him to a very high-end black tea, and a box of very expensive judging from the packaging. Donut.
"You're welcome, they were all sent by some indifferent friends of my brother." After Loki sat down, he motioned to Harry to pick up the donuts and enjoy the black tea. "There are ten flavors in total. If you like them, you can take them all away."
There are a total of ten donuts in the box, each one has a different flavor, each one is very brightly decorated and looks very tempting. After thanking Harry, he picked up one drizzled with raspberry jam, took a bite carefully and his eyes lit up.
"Wonderful taste... I really want to eat the donuts from this store," Harry showed a small smile after swallowing, and said to Loki, "But I remember that the donut gift box from this store is very difficult to find." reserve!"
Charles is a sweet tooth lover, and Harry grew up with him. He can be said to be a sweet tooth lover. When he was a child, he drooled when he saw the sign of a dessert shop on the street. As he grew older, he became more rational and passionate about sweets. But it didn't go down. Hermione often disliked him and Draco, saying that they were a pair of ultimate fans of the Sweet Tooth Club. If they didn't become friends, it would be a waste of sweet tooth.
"This has nothing to do with me," Loki obviously comes from a good family. Even though there is a soft sofa behind him, he still sits on it with the elegance of a long-backed chair. But it is wrong to say that he is upright, he looks lazy. Damn it, if Harry hadn't been in front of him, I'm afraid he would have fallen asleep with his head propped up on his arms. "Isn't this what the person who sent this thing should consider?"
Harry took a sip of black tea - the quality of the tea was also very good and the taste was mellow.
It can be said that this was a very high-quality reception, which was beyond Harry's expectation. He originally thought that this neighbor was a freelance worker, someone in the IT industry who didn't go out all day, or was engaged in clerical work, because Harry rarely saw him going out, but his brother occasionally went out, and the young man in front of him revealed An excessively pale wrist can be said to fit this guess perfectly.
But with the busy and dark environment of the IT industry, it should be difficult for the man in front of him to be as relaxed and relaxed as he is... He even watched with interest as Harry held a cup and drank tea, as if he was watching some TV series.
And this man also said that he was bored.
"Don't be nervous, relax," Loki gently stirred the tassel on the armrest of the sofa, "I think you should have heard my brother say my name, so, boy, you haven't told me your name yet."
"Uh, yes, Mr. Loki," Harry said as he noticed the man's face moved slightly and quickly put down the teacup, "Is it the name I said was wrong?"
"No, that's right, it's not correct anymore."
The man spoke slowly and softly.
