HP Hogwarts, a piece of daily life

Lin An looked at Draco with a serious expression:

"For example, I know that my dear Xiaolong really wants to be my friend, and he is indeed making changes. Thank you for your tolerance and understanding and good listening."

Pansy snorted behind him.

Draco blushed instantly.

He originally wanted to accuse Lin An—since as a friend, you can't ask the other party to obey you blindly, so why do you always ask him:

Draco, stop talking about Mudblood!

Draco, don't call him Scarhead!

Draco, no...

But at this moment, all these questions disappeared.

His pale skin was filled with a light pink, and his gray-blue eyes were moist, like the rare clear sky in London.

If you take a closer look, you can find that his light blond hair, which is usually smooth and smooth, seems to have a little less hair gel today, and it looks much more fluffy and smooth.

Lin An couldn't hold back, looking at the little boy beside her who was half a head shorter than her, and quickly patted his head.

Then before Draco got angry, he exclaimed:

"Draco, is the hair of your Malfoy family all so flowing and smooth? Your hair feels very soft and soft. Don't use so much hairspray anymore. Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day you will become Bald."

Draco wanted to refute: he used the magic hairspray specially made by the Malfoy family for generations, and it was impossible for him to be bald!

"Or..." Lin An tapped his hairline with his slender fingertips, and then slid in along the root of his hair, looking back slightly.

A strange trembling feeling spread all over his body in an instant, and then rushed along Draco's back all the way to Tianling Gai!

After the fingertips left, the poor little dragon trembled all over.

But Lin An didn't notice it at all, and just said seriously: "You don't want to wait until you are 20 years old, and the hairline recedes from here?"

Who cares about hairlines these days?

Draco pursed his lips and glared at her angrily, trying to tell her not to touch her. Malfoy's noble head is not allowed to be touched by ordinary people!

But before he could speak, the group of them were already face to face with Harry.

Hermione opened her mouth cheerfully, as if she wanted to ask about the notes.But the Slytherin students on the opposite side looked at her with different expressions, so that she backed away again.

Harry looked at Lin An.

She was still so confident, and so easily won the support and admiration of others, that even the proud Malfoy obeyed her.

Maybe this friend of mine is dispensable and insignificant.

On the other hand, apart from Ron and Hermione, there is no one who even made an appointment to go to and from get out of class together. Is it really something wrong with me?

His green eyes looked at Lin An through the clear glasses, as if covered with a thin layer of water mist, his black hair was messy, his chin became more pointed, and he looked dazed and pitiful.

Draco frowned, not accepting Potter's trick at all, but before he could speak, Lin An had already smiled.

"Harry." Her voice was extremely gentle: "I know you must have not read the letter, and I look forward to your reply."

"Or, at the Quidditch pitch on Friday night, you'd be willing to stay a little longer."