[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Chris didn't think too much, and immediately grabbed the broom and chased after him. She followed him from a distance. After observing for a long time, she realized that she was thinking too much—that person was obviously just doing Quidditch practice. , although his big hood covered most of his face, Christo could still tell that he was Malfoy from the light wheel 2001 and his not tall figure.

It was really surprising, Christo was hanging in mid-air, looking at the scurrying figure, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, she seemed to see an unexpected little thing, she flew closer, Her good eyesight allowed her to immediately confirm that it was a golden snitch.She went around cautiously, approached it, grabbed it, and slunk down into Hagrid's pumpkin patch, taking time to watch the unsuspecting boy hunt for his Snitch.

Malfoy flew round and round in the air. Today's weather was good and his vision was clear, but he didn't notice the golden color after flying for so long.He searched carefully again, but he couldn't find the ball, but the golden head in the pumpkin patch caught his attention.He silently activated the spell, and half of his figure protruded from the girl's pocket with a touch of golden yellow, but the girl caught her in the palm of her hand very quickly.

As soon as he landed, he found that it was Christo.

"The McMillan family isn't poor enough to steal the Snitch, is it?" He squinted his eyes and said in a bad tone.

Christo spread her palms, and the Golden Snitch desperately shook its wings, but it was a pity that it stayed where it was: "How can you say that, Draco, it's obviously because the binding spell you attached to it is too weak, I accidentally hit it untied."

Malfoy was furious, why did he have to be overwhelmed by Chris every time?He stared at the Snitch for a while, and suddenly showed a disdainful smile: "Hmph, your binding spell is not very good--" He waved his wand, his face turned red, and the Snitch still stopped at Chris. In the palm of Duo's hand, it seemed that he didn't feel his spell at all.

"It's really too weak." Christo said with a smile. Seeing that Malfoy was about to turn into anger, she changed the subject again, "Are you going to practice during the holiday?" Fu grabbed it.

"I just feel bored recently." Malfoy insisted.

Christo looked at the light gray-blue sky, and asked in surprise: "How do I remember that one night, very late, I ran into someone coming back from outside with a broom?"

Malfoy was dumbfounded, and after a while he turned his face away and said disdainfully: "What's so good about practicing Quidditch, last time it was just Potter's luck!"

Christo looked at him with contempt: "I really don't know why you are embarrassed."

Malfoy glared at her, "I'm not embarrassed! Goodbye!" He threw the Golden Snitch into the sky, jumped on the broom, and flew out like an arrow. Christo looked at his robe that was blown up While no one rolled her eyes, she planned to practice with him, but she didn't have a golden snitch to play with.

The sky was clean with only clouds. Christo picked up the broom next to her and stood up. She suddenly felt a little dizzy. She rested for a while before walking towards the Hogwarts castle...

The new semester has finally begun.

When Lockhart returned to school, he handed her the manuscript, only a third of the way through the novel.Christo read the setting carefully, and was very confused about Lockhart's unconstrained style.

"Why do you set the culprit as an unknown little girl? Wouldn't it be better if the biggest villain is the person everyone trusts the most?"

Lockhart shook his head triumphantly: "No, no, no, you know? This conflict between the strength of inner strength and the weakness of appearance, this quiet and gentle passerby who is ignored by others, this kind of constant temptation to readers Misunderstandings, and the way of writing that reveals the truth at the end can truly attract readers, and as the protagonist who discovers the truth, only the superior skills can win the admiration of readers."

"But, you also wrote Harry's projection in the book too badly?"

"Is this a good foil? Besides, art comes from life and is higher than life!" He snatched the manuscript from Christo, "Compared to brewing potions, ten Guideroes are no match for you , compared to writing a novel, 1 Kerrys are useless to you. I have a hunch that this novel will be a hit!"

Christo asked back: "But why do I think your logic is quite problematic."

Lockhart was delighted: "There is no problem with the logic in the novel at all, as long as I can justify it, but the situation in reality is messy, and many things are decided in a single thought."

Christo came out of Lockhart's office, still thinking about his new novel. I have to say that the writer's thinking is different from that of ordinary people.She had always considered a powerful wizard, but Lockhart directly made an unknown character the villain.

"Ah—" a cry of pain.

Christo quickly squatted down and helped the person up. She was half-hearted and accidentally bumped into the person, but she didn't expect the person to fall to the ground directly. "Are you okay." She noticed that the man had long fiery red hair.

"Ginny?"

"McMillan!"

Ginny broke free from Christo's support, stumbled to her feet and took a step back. There was no trace of blood on her small face. There was panic and fear in her eyes, and there were two dark blue shadows under her eyes. .

She bit her lip and trembled all over. Someone around noticed and comforted her pitifully, but it was useless. She was terrified and buried her head in the arms of her companion...

The description in Lockhart's manuscript suddenly appeared in Christo's mind, and she was very surprised. So the villain's prototype should not be Ginny, right?She looked at Ginny, and for a moment, the thought of that moment, which she had so eagerly grasped a long time ago, came back to her.

It must be black magic, it must be black magic!Since last year, Ginny's condition has been not right, and Madam Pomfrey can't find out the reason. Apart from black magic, she really can't think of anything else that can suck people's vitality.Poor little Ginny, if this continues, one day, she will be too weak to maintain the strength of her soul...

One picture after another flashed in Christo's mind, and she was awakened by the deduced ending, but now, in front of her eyes, there was no Ginny!

"Ginny—" Crystal yelled, hurrying down the corridor.She was lucky, at the corner of the stairs, she saw Ginny who had already walked out of the building through the glass window, and she quickly chased after her.

But Ginny walked faster and faster. She seemed to find that Christo was chasing her, and she started to trot, but her body couldn't support these actions. She almost fell to the ground, and was just helped up by the person next to her. .It was at this moment that Christo caught up.

"Oh, thank you, classmate." She squeezed between the two of them, grabbed Ginny, and the man saw that it was Christo, and left with confidence.Ginny frowned and looked at her angrily: "I know what you came here to do, so what if I did it!" She said angrily.

Christo was speechless.

Ginny screamed like a wounded little animal: "Everyone thinks Harry opened the Chamber of Secrets, but I don't believe it, why should poor Harry be treated like this! I heard He Minhe’s conversation, I was thinking—if I tell these things, as long as I tell these things, no one will mistake it for Harry! And you, you were originally a Gryffindor Slytherin, what do I care about!" Her chest was heaving, her face was flushed, as if it took a lot of effort to say this bunch of words, she took a breath, and there was a broken jar in her tone The broken ground means, "I know you are very powerful! You have teased my brothers! You are very good at brewing potions, and you have also learned black magic! I am afraid that you will do this again. I did the thing! You want to How about it!"

Christo was very surprised: "Ginny, you misunderstood, I didn't come here for this matter." She took a step forward, and Ginny still looked at her warily. "Have you ever felt something is wrong recently, for example, you suddenly feel confused and can't remember things, for example, you have not done anything, but you feel very tired?"

Ginny's eyes widened.

"Or—did you come across anything strange?"

"Strange things?" Ginny's eyes suddenly became flustered, "No, I don't, I really don't."

Christophe frowned: "Ginny, the Weasley family is also an ancient pure-blood family, you don't know the harm of black magic items to people, do you?"

"Dark magic items?" Ginny shook her head in confusion. After a while, she said sadly, "My things are all leftovers from my brothers. Where can I have other things?" Where she stood, crystal clear Tears hang on the eyelashes.Christo softened her heart for a moment, and stroked her head silently.Maybe she was wrong, she should observe again.

In less than a week, Christo noticed that Ginny was gradually getting better, her pale and thin face gradually regained some vitality, and her thick long red hair regained some luster.Ginny seemed to have always been afraid of her, even though she'd explained countless times that she didn't care about that anymore.She was no fool, she had already seen that Ginny liked Harry.

On Valentine's Day, February 67th, Lockhart arranged a small surprise - he sent a group of leprechauns with golden wings and harps to act as messengers to deliver love letters. He called them friendly little Cupids. .It is said that before breakfast, he had received [-] greeting cards.

Throughout the day, these leprechauns shuttled among the people, and the place outside the classroom and library was their range of activities.Christo had prepared a sachet for herself the day before she learned of Lockhart's plan, and all the elves were reluctant to approach her, so they had to throw greeting cards around her.

However, Harry was not so lucky. When he was going to Charms class with the Gryffindor students, a leprechaun suddenly stopped him, claiming that he had a message for the soundtrack to deliver to Harry himself.Harry was embarrassed, he was surrounded by familiar people, and it was annoying to receive a greeting card with a soundtrack.Harry tried to run away, but the leprechaun grabbed his bag.

Tear--the bag was torn in two, and Harry's books, wand, parchment and quill fell to the floor with a clatter.

Christo was standing in the crowd when someone grabbed her sleeve suddenly.