Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

Under the curious gazes of Harry and Ron, Hermione slowly said, "As you know, my father is a dentist by profession."

"If my father encounters very difficult symptoms, he will also use a knife to make an incision in the patient's mouth."

Hermione ignored Ron's scream, "I think that if the magic world cannot solve the problem, maybe we can try it in the Muggle world. After all, magic has no effect, so we can try another method, right?"

As Hermione spoke, she began to feel that her previous thoughts were somewhat wrong.

She used to think that magic was omnipotent, but now it seems that magic and technology need to be combined to achieve better results.

Hermione, who has been studying at Hogwarts for three years and has accumulated a lot of knowledge, has discovered the unchanging facts in the magical world.

The wizarding world needs new forces to drive progress.

None of the three Gryffindors could sleep well that night.

Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts two days before Christmas. In the Potions class that day, Professor Snape did not deduct points from Gryffindor for the first time.

During dinner, Harry sat in his seat, absentmindedly stirring the pumpkin juice in his glass and looking up at the long table on the Slytherin side.

Malfoy's hair seemed to be shorter, revealing his delicate eyebrows and white ear tips. His clear gray-blue eyes were like a lost deer in the jungle.

etc!Malfoy? !

Harry's hand slipped and the cup of pumpkin juice fell over Ron.

"Hey, Harry! You can't be so absent-minded every time you eat! Merlin, this is the third time you've poured pumpkin juice on me!"

"Oh, shut up, Ron, look over at Slytherin." Hermione pinned Ron, who was thrashing about, to his seat.

"Oh, Merlin! Harry! That's Malfoy!"

"I told you Malfoy will be fine, right! He seems to be in good condition! You can rest assured Harry!" Ron was very happy that Malfoy returned to Hogwarts intact.

Because Harry could finally relax a little, and he could finally have a good night's sleep.

"Oh, yes, Ron, Malfoy is fine, but why doesn't he eat the blueberry tart in front of him?"

Harry felt that Malfoy, sitting across the Slytherin table, seemed unfamiliar with everything around him.

He saw Malfoy's eyes were full of confusion, and then showed a look of realization after Pansy Parkinson said a few words to him.

This is not normal.

Something's wrong with Malfoy, Harry thought.

"Um...brother, I don't know when you paid attention to what Malfoy likes to eat." Ron looked at Harry with an indescribable expression, and suddenly felt that the chicken drumsticks in his hands no longer tasted good.

Oh, something must be wrong with Harry.

Hermione was also surprised. She never knew that Harry would pay attention to what Malfoy likes to eat!

Although it is normal to be a little concerned about your rivals who have been fighting for three years, but it is not normal to pay attention to what your rivals like to eat and what they don't like to eat!

Hermione's mouth moved, her eyes flickered, but in the end she said nothing.

"Oh Harry! Malfoy is here! Well, Goyle and Crabbe are standing behind him again as two little followers."

"Oh! bloodyhell! Harry, Malfoy won't come to you to settle accounts as soon as he recovers!"

Harry didn't speak, he stared intently at Draco's platinum-blonde hair that bounced as he moved.

An inexplicable intuition was hinting to him that what was going to happen next would not be what Ron said.

Parkinson and Zabini also stood up from their Slytherin seats and followed Malfoy to the Gryffindor table.

Harry narrowed his pupils slightly and looked at Draco Malfoy, who was getting closer and closer to him.

Malfoy seemed to have lost weight.

With no expression of disdain or contempt on his exquisite and outstanding face, Malfoy looked like a truly elegant nobleman, marching towards the savior of Gryffindor with his innate dignity and grace.

The little wizards eating in the four houses of Hogwarts all stopped eating and looked at this scene nervously with slightly widened eyes.

They were surprised that Draco Malfoy finally returned to Hogwarts after being ill for almost a month, although he still looked very weak.

But they were also more surprised that Malfoy went to find Gryffindor's savior, Harry Potter, as soon as he returned to Hogwarts.

If Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter hadn't been known to be the bitter rivals of Gryffindor and Slytherin, they might have thought it was a scene of people recovering from a long illness and eager to catch up with old friends.

Draco Malfoy had already arrived in front of the three Harrys. Ron put down the drumstick in his hand, stood up and blocked Harry behind him.

It seemed like whenever Draco Malfoy opened his mouth, he would confront him.

Just like before.

Harry looked at Malfoy quietly. He saw nothing in Malfoy's eyes.

Malfoy's gray-blue eyes were filled with only curiosity.

Curiosity about his Harry Potter.

"Oh, I saw Pureblood Origins and you have red hair, so you are a Weasley?"

"The genes of your Weasley family are very strong, and you have many children, right? That must be great. I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"Our family is the only pure and ancient pure-blood family. I have a large library at home, which contains books from the Malfoy family of all generations. Perhaps we can exchange ancient secrets about the inheritance of pure-blood wizard magic in the future."

Draco looked at the red-head standing in front of him, and he felt that the red-head in front of him should be a Weasley.

His father told him to be friends with pureblood families.

Malfoy will not give up any partner who can provide benefits.

Even though the other party was the poor Weasley his father called him.

Ron looked horrified, with his mouth wide open as if he could fit an entire chicken drumstick in. He was at a loss for what to do with such a friendly Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't laugh at his hair.

There was no mocking of his family.

He was not called by any nasty nicknames.

He turned to look at Hermione, and then at Harry who seemed to be in a daze. Finally, after seeing the urging in his sister Ginny's eyes, he stammered, "Uh, hello, I'm Ron. Well, Weasley, yes, we have six children in our family... we are all very, very close, but we don't have a collection of books at home."

Merlin, he was really not used to talking to Malfoy like this, he swore!

The platinum-blond Slytherin frowned in confusion, "Why is there no collection of books? Isn't this the most precious possession of every ancient family? Our family has more books than the Hogwarts library!"

"But it doesn't matter. You can still go to my house and read a book with me." Malfoy tilted his head and blinked slowly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ron had to admit that Malfoy, who was not arrogant and domineering, polite and respectful to him and his family, was really annoying.

Especially when the person standing in front of him now is a very good-looking Malfoy. Merlin, Ron shook his head, he must be crazy.

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard that the Malfoy family had a lot of books, a long history, and more books than Hogwarts.

But what should be noted now is Malfoy's abnormal state. Hermione has seen everyone in the Hogwarts Great Hall stop eating and look at them with their mouths open in horror.

Harry watched Malfoy and Ron having a friendly chat, and smiled at Parkinson. Parkinson stood up on tiptoes and whispered a few words in Malfoy's ear.

Harry felt a little lost for no reason.

But suddenly the next second, a pair of gray-blue eyes full of surprise and excitement suddenly ran into Harry's eyes.

Like an angel who first entered the world and saw the prosperity of the world.

Harry vaguely seemed to hear Malfoy speaking to him and reaching out to him.

Maybe it was because he had been silent for too long, and the blond Slytherin who stretched out his hand across from him felt a little aggrieved, but his expression was well concealed, except for the water slowly flowing in his eyes.

The second before Harry came back to his senses and wanted to hold those beautiful white hands.

The hands were held by Parkinson and pulled back.

"Oh, Draco, maybe the Savior didn't expect that you, a noble Malfoy, would want to shake his hand. Oh, of course, of course... you are the best, my dear, and no one has ever been better than you just now. So elegant..."

Harry listened to Parkinson's intermittent words and looked at the backs of the Slytherin group walking back.

The heart hidden in the left chest seemed to be pulled by a rough hemp rope. The rope was knotted and roughly loosened by an unknown force. Repeatedly, Harry's right hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

"Oh, Harry, I was completely surprised just now. That's really Malfoy, isn't it! Why doesn't he seem to recognize us!" Ron looked at Harry, who was still in a daze, "Hey, brother, you What were you thinking about just now? Malfoy just said it was nice to meet you and that he wanted to be your friend. I couldn't believe it. He was the same as a first year! He used the exact same words!"

"If he hadn't often caused trouble for us, I would have suspected that he wanted to be friends with you from the beginning!"

"You just rejected Malfoy again. Harry, what can I say, you make me admire you!"

"I just couldn't resist that friendly Malfoy..."

Ron was still talking, but Harry was a little distracted.

Yes, he had just unintentionally rejected Malfoy's hand.

again.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and looked at Harry worriedly. Harry had just come back to his senses and wanted to hold Malfoy's hand.

But one step too late.

If she was right, Draco Malfoy should have lost his memory.

And Harry once again failed to take the hand offered by Malfoy.

Although he didn't say any words of rejection, in the eyes of others, the savior didn't even bother to talk to Malfoy and shake hands.

Hermione could only hope that Malfoy, who had lost his memory and had become friendly, would not confront Harry again because of this incident.