[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

There was a flutter of chaos in the medical room.

It was an hour before Madam Pomfrey drove everyone away in a rage.Harry, who had been changed into pajamas by Sirius, was lying on the bed in the medical room, unable to sleep due to the pain.

You can't imagine the feeling of the bone growing out of the meat-as if someone was cutting it with a blade.It's enough to suffer this kind of crime once, but I didn't expect it to happen again.Harry gritted his teeth angrily, scratching Gilderoy Lockhart's name in his heart.

With such unbearable pain, he didn't know how he fell asleep.After waiting for a long time, he woke up suddenly.It was dark and quiet all around, only his soft calling could be heard.

At first, he thought it was his arm that woke him up, but then he was surprised to realize that there was a person standing beside the bed.

The platinum blonde hair stood out so much in the dark that Harry raised his wand with difficulty with his uninjured hand.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

Under the light, Draco's face appeared. He squinted his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at Harry without saying a word.Due to the incident with the Notts and Greenglasses last semester, Lucius has become more and more strict with Draco.The heavy training load made Slytherin lose a lot of weight, his chin sharpened rapidly, and now he looked abnormally pale under the fluorescent light.

Harry felt a little distressed, "Draco." He called out in a low voice.

"Harry Potter." Slytherin named his name and said with a smirk, "Aren't you very capable? But you can make yourself into such a ghost in a little time!"

"You were there today too?" Harry said slyly.

The face of the little platinum nobleman sank.

Harry looked at him with innocent eyes, in exchange for the other party's cold snort, "I really underestimated you!" As he said, he took out a bottle of potion from his cloak pocket and almost poured it into Harry's mouth. Leigh swallowed.

The nausea and bitterness in the mouth dissipated, and there was no doubt that this taste was definitely produced by Snape—God knows how persistent the Potions professor is in his preference for taste!Including his godson Draco, has been trying to carry forward the bad taste of potions!

Harry couldn't help shivering when he thought of the bottles of potions that Draco had poured into him during the war.Frowning because of this, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to reach for the water glass on the bedside table.But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a piece of toffee was stuffed into his mouth, and the sweet and rich milky taste melted in his mouth, so sweet that people couldn't help but smack his mouth.

"You're disgusting, Potter!" Draco said in disgust and jumped away from Harry.

It wasn't a clean freak - Harry didn't eat the syrup all over the place.But Draco's reaction was abnormally strong, because for some reason, he felt flustered when he saw those pink lips that were constantly wriggling and glowing with water.In order to conceal his strangeness, he glared at Potter, "Wipe it clean for me!" As he said, he took out a silk towel from his pocket and threw it over.

Harry looked up, blinking his eyes, "Draco, my hand hurts."

"The other hand!"

"It hurts too!"

"..."

"I'm sore from sleep!" What a naive excuse.Draco was not an idiot, he could see Potter's intention at a glance.Of course, he doesn't think about it now, he just thinks that Potter is calling him.

But it doesn't look like it, there's no need to be like this - Slytherin looked at Hufflepuff suspiciously, always feeling that a strange idea flashed through his mind but couldn't catch the tail.This idea is too weird, it seems to be caused by some behavior of the badger in front of him-sorry, please forgive a noble Malfoy's words, he will not describe a person as a rascal unless it is absolutely necessary.

Draco raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer, and picked up the silk scarf in front of the expectant eyes of Potter's little rascal.How could a Malfoy serve people—this is an honor that only Mrs. Malfoy can enjoy.

So, the blue-eyed badger, who was so smug, could only watch Master Malfoy turn around and leave - leaving him nothing but a platinum-blond back of his head.

The rare and arrogant Potter old fox pursed his mouth and lifted the quilt—hmph, sleep!

****

When it was daylight, Harry opened his eyes dazedly.

Pomfreve looked at his regrown hand, and said with satisfaction, "It looks good." As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the medical room was pushed open vigorously.

The hurried Sirius ran in from outside like a gust of wind. "How's it going, Harry? Is your hand all right?"

"Don't yell in the infirmary!" Madam Pomfrey said, glaring at Sirius before walking out.

Harry changed and enjoyed a breakfast in the Great Hall with Sirius.During this period, Sirius was always talking about the events of the year, all kinds of funny stuff made Harry laugh until tears flowed out.Since the parents couldn't stay at the school for too long, Harry decided to give Sirius a ride after breakfast.They walked down the long corridor, through the hall, and stopped on the Quidditch field—

"Hey! Hello, Harry. My name is Colin Creevey." A thin boy with gray hair ran over, his face was red, his eyes stared at him like a demon, "I'm Hufflepuff too Yes, do you think—may I, take a picture of you? Just one."

Hufflepuff?Harry felt a little surprised. It seemed that Colin really admired him, and even chased him to Hufflepuff.He nodded and smiled at the camera with Sirius...

"What's going on over there?" Sirius asked after the camera flashed.

Satisfied Colin hugged his precious camera, "I don't know very well." He said looking at the pasture.

It seemed that something had happened.

The red Gryffindor and the green Slytherin stood opposite to each other, surrounded by some students watching the excitement. From afar, they seemed to be able to smell a strong smell of gunpowder.

The source is simple: today happens to be the day when the two teams recruit new players, but there is only one Quidditch training ground.

"Flint! Let me say one more thing, please get out!" Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, Wood, yelled at Captain Slytherin angrily, "I'll say it again, this is our training Time! Please go out! We have booked the stadium today!"

"That's not allowed!" Flint said with a sly look, "I approved the note. With the approval of Professor Snape, the Slytherin team will have the right to use the Quidditch field today."

As soon as these words came out, the flames of war between the two sides were on the verge of breaking out.

Harry's eyes scanned the crowd, and it was no surprise that Draco would appear here.Surprisingly, I saw Nott with a smug face in the Slytherin team—and, yes, Ron Slime Weasley, who was also holding a broomstick and sticking to Hermione all the time.

Harry and Sirius walked over, looking at Weasley as they talked to Hermione.

'What do you want to do? '

'Join the team, of course! ’ Ron gave Harry a hard look, ‘Can you stop being so close to Min! Harry shrugged, showing that he hadn't seen the redhead's resentment at all.His gaze met Draco's in the air unexpectedly, and the two looked at each other before moving away.

The opposite Slytherin habitually put on a smirk, he was displeased because of the closeness between Potter and Granger.

The conflict started to spread, and like every Slytherin and Gryffindor fight, whatever the reason for it in the first place, it always ended up being a personal attack.

But this time, the face of Nott who was choked by Hermione changed, and he said very viciously, "Do you think you're great? You're just a cheap piece of mud—" Nott hadn't finished speaking. Remember the precise uppercut, which made him fall into the mud.

"Cool!" The twins yelled exaggeratedly, sending praises without hesitation.

At this time, Ron had already jumped on Nott's body with a desperate posture, "Say it again if you have the ability." The red-haired Weasley threatened Nott by grabbing his collar.

The Gryffindors laughed loudly in support, they didn't notice Ron's strangeness, but Harry knew that if Nott dared to speak again today, then he would have to finish the game!

Fortunately, this Slytherin could still see the situation clearly - or rather, he was a little frightened!

"You, you wait for me!" Nott straightened his neck, bluffing.As he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, along with a tooth.

Gryffindor immediately roared with laughter, some people even laughed exaggeratedly to the floor.

Ron still grabbed Nott's collar until a pair of slender legs appeared in front of him.

"Ron Weasley." A lazy voice dragged out the tone, "Although I don't want to spoil your mood, Slytherin people always have Slytherin rules. To open their stupid brains the way Slytherins do. I've always thought some people were just wasting their time, though."

Lewis Blake glanced at Nott lightly, his eyes seemed to be unable to open, no matter what time he looked like he was still awake.He was Head of Slytherin House, Harry had been impressed with him since last Christmas.

"It's ugly." Blake shook his head and touched the half-dead Nott with his foot.He turned around, looking through the crowd and landed on Malfoy, "I leave it to you, Draco. This is your right."

"Of course, Luvis." Draco smirked hypocritically, and Blake looked at each other knowingly.Only a few people knew that just now, Blackie and Malfoy had agreed on a certain point.Maybe for a while, maybe for a long time - who knows?As long as Malfoy still has interests in Blatch, they must be the best allies.

And Harry saw it all.He had never learned about the famous scene among the nobles before, and he was not good at it-but this did not prevent him from seeing something.As Dumbledore said, once a person has lived for a long time, he likes to recall the past and sigh the years.At that time, many things that you didn't understand before will be understood automatically.

Wisdom is like a glass of wine, it will only become more mellow after time has passed.

"What do you think is wrong with that Nott?" Harry said after pulling Ron away.

He didn't believe that the Nott family could still show off their power after the last blow, and even intensified.This doesn't make sense, except for one thing - someone is behind to support the Knott family!

A conjecture began to take shape in Harry's mind, but he was dismissed by Ron before he could shake his head of knowledge.

"What's the problem?" The red-haired stared angrily, "It's just short!" After saying that, he waved his fist.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying to calm himself down. Well, well—he shouldn't have expected red hair!

The author has something to say:

Blaze is original, but only because I can't find out who the Slytherin prefects are.

Then, I want to say to Xiaoha, you really...

In fact, people really want to write about the evil, powerful, black-bellied bastard young master! ! !By that time Badger Ha can only be honest xd

Well, why do I feel that the more I write, the less passionate I am~~

Confused, I found that there are really not many people who watch DH. In the past, many people liked to say TT

Does Deha have no love? It’s really scary, this is one of my favorite cps, and Deha used to be very beautiful QAQ

Sure enough, in jj, professor Wen is king...do I want to add a professor's deputy cp? In fact, the professor who doesn't love Lily in my heart is not the one I think (pat)