HP: The New God from Hogwarts

As expected in the Quidditch match, Gryffindor once again relied on Harry to reverse the situation and defeat Slytherin.

Lockhart also said shamelessly that Harry had quite the charm of his youth, and that James would give him a beating if he were still alive.

When chasing the Golden Snitch at the end, Draco accidentally bumped into the railing and fell hard on his butt.

After Taowu gave Harry a big hug to congratulate him, she turned around but couldn't find Draco.

She said hello to Harry, who was surrounded by lion cubs, and went to look for Draco.

It was not difficult to find Draco in the castle. Under the guidance of Sirius, she and Harry perfectly made a Marauder's Map.

Everyone in Hogwarts Castle will be recorded on this parchment. She saw Dumbledore appearing in the Owlery, seemingly waiting for a letter from someone.

In the small space under the stairs leading to the basement, Momo found Draco squatting in the shadows with his hands on his knees, his light golden head buried in his arms.

"Draco..." She reached out and gently poked Draco's shoulder.

The boy slowly raised his head. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were reddish, and his lips were bloodless. He looked lonely and fragile, and his voice sounded a little weak.

"In your eyes, am I no better than Potter?"

Momo tilted her head. To be honest, she didn't want to comfort Draco. Only when people look directly at their own failures and admit the excellence of others can they make real progress, so she said.

"Yes."

This sentence directly broke Draco's guard. He thought she was here to comfort him, but he ended up doing it like this.

"Then why don't you go and stay with the great Potter? Why did you come to me!"

His angry voice was filled with trembling cries, and he stood up suddenly, and then hit the roof under the stairs with a clang. He felt even more aggrieved, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Why should I accompany him if he wins? You are too good and need more training." Taowu frowned and looked at him.

"Let's make a training plan. Get up at five o'clock in the morning, run ten laps around the Quidditch pitch to exercise, then go to have breakfast and go to class."

"After dinner, before the nine o'clock curfew, bring your broom. I will supervise your training. You can't miss a day. Then follow Harry and I to learn spells for an hour. At ten o'clock, Snake Prince will be on night watch in Ravenclaw's tower, just in time for you to sneak back to your dormitory."

As she spoke, a quill floated in the air, writing on the parchment floating beside her.

After saying that, she picked up the parchment, looked at the time schedule on it, flicked the paper with satisfaction, and handed it to Draco.

Draco's mouth opened wide, and he took the parchment in shock. He looked at the full schedule on it, his eyes widened, and he forgot that he was crying just now, and the tears were still in his eyes.

"But I usually go to bed at nine o'clock..."

He looked at Taowu carefully and said out of breath.

"I'm not telling you, Draco, how can you sleep? Look at you, day by day, Harry has become so strong. Don't you have any ambition? When you die, you will have enough energy. Go to sleep!"

Momo reprimanded him unceremoniously. If it weren't for his lack of height, she would have wanted to twist Draco's ears.

Draco pouted aggrievedly: "Can I not practice today? I'll have a headache starting tomorrow."

Momo looked at him with suspicious eyes: "You just fell down and squatted on your butt. It should be a pain in your butt, not a headache, idiot!"

After saying that, I was stunned for a moment, the words seemed familiar.

With that said, she still agreed to Draco and gave him a bottle of recovery potion. After all, her butt had actually fallen from such a high place.

When Momo told Harry that she wanted to take Draco to practice with him, he expressed no objection. The way he nodded in agreement made Momo feel quite royal.

But she didn't know that there was someone else in the real palace.

……

The night breeze at Hogwarts is always cool.

Momomo never saw Tom again. If he wanted to move around in the castle, he had to avoid Snape who was on night patrol. He didn't know what a wonderful scene it would be if the two of them met.

She has been having a dream lately.

A dream that is absurdly sad but full of joy.

The city in the dream is a foggy gray, just like London in the early morning, always hidden in a thick veil of smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.

She saw what seemed to be her future self, wearing a light brown windbreaker, with long silver hair scattered freely on her shoulders, holding a pink Sniff in her arms.

Pink sniff! This will cost a lot of money!

She looked at her lake-blue eyes, which were as bright as the stars at night, showing such strong joy and love, and looked at the man beside her who was a head taller than her.

The man's face was hidden in the fog, and she couldn't see it clearly. She could only see that he was wearing a light brown trench coat, but she could actually feel his pleasure.

She saw herself standing up on tiptoes, placing Xiu Xiu on the top of the man's brown hair, and then opened her arms to him.

He seemed to smile and stretched out his arms to hug her. They kissed and lingered in the mist.

Unlike her and Tom, Momo Wu could clearly feel that she in the dream had real love for that man.

It's incredible.

The fog gradually dissipated, and she and the man were quickly separated from each other by an invisible force. His figure slowly dissipated like the fading clouds.

She saw his eyes, a pair of clear and affectionate gray-green eyes, with reluctance and sadness engraved in them.

The moment he disappeared, she heard his gentle and lingering voice.

"Wait for me, I will definitely come to see you."

Taowu suddenly sat up from the bed and opened her eyes. The hour hand of the clock on the wall had just pointed to twelve.

The pale moonlight shone on her through the small window above the room. She closed her eyes and heard her own violent heartbeat.

It's over, sinus tachycardia.

An inexplicable sadness surged up, and there was a dull pain in her heart like a thread. She frowned in confusion and looked at the traces of moonlight on the sheets in a daze.

The feeling of sadness became more and more intense, as if her heart had been cut open and then thrown into salt water. She held her chest and looked at the moon outside the window. She didn't understand why such emotions came. Maybe it had something to do with the man in the dream, but There was no such person in her memory.

She wouldn't know that at this moment, under the same moonlight.

There was someone who, like her, touched her heart and looked at the pale moon.

Sad eyes.