[HP]Love and Hogwarts

Lockhart's class has always been a recognized break time. Apart from occasionally being very motivated to invite students to role-play, Lockhart often just said a few words and let students study on their own.

In class, everyone was doing their own thing, chatting, and writing homework for other professors. It was not until the bell rang, and with his greeting, the students cheered up and followed Lockhart happily. Head to the auditorium to get ready for lunch.

After stepping into the auditorium with one foot, Kahn paused, turned to Malfoy beside him and said seriously: "Do you feel it?"

"What? I didn't feel anything." He looked at her sudden serious look and looked around nervously, but still didn't understand what she was referring to.

"I feel it. There are two kinds of desserts today, and they are both quite delicious." Kahn walked briskly towards her usual seat. Bloody Barro floated in the air and waved to her coldly, then pointed. Pointing to the table - I don't know who put a letter there.

"Really, how do you know." Malfoy sat down immediately after Kahn, sent Goyle and Crabbe to the other side, and looked at the Yorkshire pudding and a small piece of chestnut cake on the table with interest. He asked animatedly moving them all in front of him.

Kahn picked up the brown paper envelope that he named Kahn Novia to open personally. He opened it and replied to Malfoy, "Ms. Gray told me when she passed by just now."

"It turns out you were just talking about this behind the scenes."

Malfoy was completely attracted by the letter in her hand. He didn't even glance at the lunch. Instead, he stretched his head and leaned over, his eyes glued to the envelope. "Who wrote you the letter again?" What? What's his name?" He put away the smile on his face and whispered in Kahn's ear in an unpleasant tone.

"No signature." Looking at the envelope made of familiar materials and colors, Kahn waved it in front of Malfoy's eyes, and took it back into his pocket after he saw the contents clearly.

If she didn't show it to him, he would definitely be sulking at her all afternoon, or follow her in a long way until she asked what was written on it. Although even this would not affect her at all, it would save her some trouble. Yes, it just so happens that there is nothing in this content that cannot be shown to others.

[The water level of the Black Lake seems to have dropped a bit recently, and there are more crows. They are peeking at the fish in the lake all day long. From here, Hogwarts looks the same as before. ]

Although the letter only contained some unclear content, Malfoy was still able to find fault, "The person who wrote the letter is an idiot." He pointed at the letter harshly and expressed his opinion: "What do I want to do with you? Ignore him."

"Okay." Kahn nodded obediently in response to his words. She wasn't planning to reply anyway, but... she kind of wanted to see Tom's expression when he knew he was judged as an idiot. It would definitely be interesting.

Malfoy didn't know what she was thinking for a moment, but when he saw Kahn agreeing readily, a smile immediately appeared on his face again.

Kahn turned to look at him carefully and found that he seemed to be in a good mood now, and even a thin blush appeared on his pale face; after thinking about it, Kahn said tentatively: "Do you care about the letter? Then I'll give you the letter, and you give me the snacks." She looked generous and stared at Malfoy's snack with clear eyes.

Malfoy - Malfoy hesitated! Even if it's just for a moment.

"Don't try to fool me with such an innocent expression again." He coldly rejected Kahn's proposal.

Kahn shrugged and pushed him further away. I ignored the topic and turned back to eat my lunch seriously.

The day passed quickly, and in the evening, the sky was overcast, the breeze was mixed with drizzle, and the mist rose from the ground, obliquely covering the entire area where Hogwarts belongs.

The light in the room was much dimmer than usual, but the cool climate made the little wizards feel good. In addition, it was only less than a week before they went home, and the heavy shadow that had been suppressing Hogwarts in recent days seemed to be blown away by the breeze. After they dispersed, the little wizards followed the professors from their own colleges, chatting and laughing loudly.

Snape skillfully released them into the common room without even entering the door, and was eager to turn around and leave. Kahn grabbed a corner of his cloak in time, looked up at him and said, "Good night, Professor."

"..." Snape first glanced down at her, paused for two seconds, then lowered his body a little, bowed his head to her and nodded slightly.

Saying that he heard him was already the biggest concession Snape had ever made, and asking him to say good night in return was something he couldn't even think about. "Back off, blocking the door." His big, well-jointed hands gently pressed Kahn's head, pushed her a little further from the door, and then, before she could react, he made a high-pitched "bang" He closed the lounge door.

Kahn covered his head and moved nervously from the door to Malfoy, and told him his new discovery in surprise: "The professor is so gentle today."

"Don't talk nonsense." Malfoy waved his hand exaggeratedly, then slowly moved his distinguished butt from the sofa, patted the vacant seat towards Kahn and asked her to sit down and chat.

Kahn shook his head and said, "I'm very sleepy. I have to go to bed early today."

While stuffing his mouth with cakes that he didn't know where he came from, Goyle said to Kahn: "It's a bit disgusting to put this word on Professor Snape."

"Goyle, swallow what's in your mouth before you speak!" Malfoy scolded him in disgust, leaning back for fear that the scum in his mouth would spray to his side.

After being scolded by him, Gao Er could only shrink his fat neck, shut his mouth tightly, and even just held the cake in his arms without daring to eat it for a while. He looked ugly and pitiful.

Seeing that he had closed his mouth, Malfoy frowned and looked away, looking back at Kahn who was lying on the back of the sofa, "Can't you go back to sleep later? Theodore said that he finally got an interesting little The toys have been taken away, just waiting for us to play together."

Kahn held his chin and thought for a while, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the new thing and agreed.

Three hours later, when Kahn inadvertently looked up at the clock, he realized that it was almost past twelve o'clock.

——As expected, it took a lot of effort to get it together, it was really fun.

"You guys go ahead and play. I'm going to bed. Good night Draco, good night Goyle, Crabbe. And Theodore, good night." Before Malfoy could start playing the next game, Kahn reluctantly put down his hand. The chess piece stood up and said goodbye to them one by one.

"Then I won't play anymore. Good night Kahn, and don't forget to wait for me to go to the auditorium tomorrow." Malfoy casually threw the flag in his hand on the table, yawned long, and stood up from the sofa to move. Said, holding his arms.

Theodore also stood up, pursed his lips, glanced at Kahn quickly, said good night to them and walked quickly towards his dormitory.

With this reaction, did calling him by his name offend him? After all, Nott always hated talking to people who were not purebloods. It seemed reasonable to think so. Kahn scratched his head and didn't care about his reaction. If you don't like it, just don't shout next time. What a big deal.

After agreeing to wait for Malfoy to go to the auditorium tomorrow, Kahn yawned and walked slowly back to the dormitory. He cast a silencing spell in the bathroom to prevent disturbing other sleeping roommates, washed himself briefly, and then Lying on the bed.

It wasn't that she was really sleepy, but she was planning to go to bed early, and she happened to sleep for a few hours, so she went out for a walk in the middle of the night. After all, she only had a few days of vacation. She couldn't create more interesting memories and miss them all the time. How could she survive being unable to use them? During the three-month magical summer vacation, even if you spend five hours a day on wand maintenance, life as a Muggle is still boring most of the time.

After lying quietly on the bed for a long time, Kahn's eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyes and stared at the night sky and bright moon made with magic spells above his head. Although they were fake, they looked the same as those in the real world. And all it takes is a simple spell.

He turned over, picked up the wand next to the pillow, and waved it gently. The soft and dim nightlight in the bed curtains instantly dissipated, blending into the darkness with other objects in the room.

The rainy night was extremely dark. The road out of Hogwarts Castle and all the way to the Black Lake was slippery and full of mud. Kahn only lit a small oil lamp so that he could see the road in front and behind him clearly. The rain kept falling. On her cloak, it quickly slipped from the brim of her hat.

"You came much later than I thought. What could possibly hold you back?"

As soon as the invisibility spell was removed, a shadow standing under a tree not far away spoke slowly.

"Are you late? Sorry." Although she didn't even plan to come.

Kahn used his wand to adjust the flame of the oil lamp in the air to make it burn brighter. Then he carried it towards the tree where the man was, stopping about two meters away from him.

"Because I had a nightmare, dreaming about you crawling on top of my head." Kahn said.

"???"

"Okay, stop making such unfunny jokes and get down to business." Kahn cleared his throat and spoke first. But after she finished speaking, Tom Riddle still didn't speak. Instead, he kept staring at her face darkly with his eyes that failed to maintain the illusion of elegance and kindness, as if he wanted to carve her face into it. It's like it's in DNA.

It was not an easy and pleasant thing for anyone to be stared at by this snake-like vicious look. The rain fell even harder, and the wind blew the rainwater into the cloak without any discernment, making her hair wet. I washed her face by the way.

Reaching out to wipe the rain off his face, Kahn pretended not to see his expression and asked curiously: "What did you want to talk about when you asked me out? Can the paper in that diary be torn off? How did you tear it off? ? Doesn’t the diary belong to you? Does it hurt if you tear it off? "