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

"Funny!"

Harry took the wand from Hermione's hand, and facing him, the tombstone became a shiny red memory ball, deflated by the spell like a deflated ball.

The Boggart exploded into a thousand wisps of smoke, and after disappearing, a magic circle of four elements appeared on the cabinet.But no one cared about their clues, Harry looked at the others worriedly, "Are you okay?"

As soon as his words fell, the platinum nobleman turned his back.The Slytherin walked across the room, anxious to avoid Harry's eyes.

"Draco?"

But the damned green-eyed Scarhead followed him like a shadow, his breath was lingering and lingering, his emerald green eyes were full of puzzlement, and his voice calling him was so gentle that one had to doubt it.

"Who are you calling?"

Is it him - or is it the Draco who made Harry Potter so fond of him?

Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"certainly--"

After that, all the words were swallowed by the Platinum Viper.

He pinned Harry against the wall, and his knees squeezed into his legs irresistibly. In the fiery friction, the raging desire for control could not tolerate the slightest resistance.Like a high-ranking monarch patrolling every inch of his land.

It's his!It should all be his!

A sudden kiss, aggressive and aggressive.In the extreme possessiveness, Harry's response undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and the almost overflowing desire drove the boys to stick their tongues into each other's mouths desperately.

The warm lips were intertwined, and the saliva was connected, making the sound of tsk tsk.

"Oh, Merlin..." the irritated Ron murmured, whining, "Merlin's balls—! Malfoy is going to eat Harry!"

"Shut up, Ron! Shut up," ordered Hermione, cold and unimpressed.But her clenched hands betrayed her.

It's not easy to accept: the boy she treats like a brother is lying in the arms of other men.

So she coughed to remind the two men with hormones on their brains that enough is enough.

"We have to hurry, there's no time."

Finally, to Ron's relief, the two mouths that seemed to have been glued were finally separated.

Harry avoided the eyes of the two friends in embarrassment, he changed the subject, "I think... um... um, next..."

"Study the magic circle." The satisfied Platinum Snake smirked, seemingly kindly reminding.

"Yes." Harry nodded in agreement, finally finding his tongue.

They surrounded the magic circle, and the atmosphere between them was quite peaceful.The contradiction that could not be eliminated no matter how hard he tried was unexpectedly relieved temporarily after a kiss between Harry and Draco.

The efficiency of the four people's cooperation is very high, and they got the answer from "Hogwarts, a School History".Gryffindor's red and gold represent fire, Raventraw's blue and bronze represent wind, Hufflepuff's yellow and black represent earth, and Slytherin's green and silver represent water.The four chocolate frog cards are the four elements that activate the front formation: fire, wind, earth, and water.

With that, the only thing left is Helga Hufflepuff's card.

Distressingly, they can no longer seem to get any breakouts from the room.Seeing the passing of minutes, Hermione walked back and forth anxiously, and she kept chanting, "Joker, Rachel Rabbit, Jiugongge, a book of bad jokes..."

"Wait! Hermione, wait!" Harry stopped her, "that one you were talking about, a book of bad jokes..." He was talking to Hermione, but he was actually talking to himself, "I Why didn't you notice? A bad (getherbad) - Thebadger, Badger!"

"It's easy to overlook, isn't it? We got a parchment from the book and didn't realize that the book is what we need too. Just change the alphabetical order, I should have thought of it!"

Harry was excitedly holding a book of jokes called Bad Together, but it didn't take long for a new problem to arise.

"How do I get it back?"

"Don't forget your wand."

"No, that won't work." Draco drawled his tone slowly, "If you still have some brains, you shouldn't forget about the potion."

[If something is deformed, try it. 】

This sentence came to their minds, and it also proved that the platinum nobles were right - under the effect of the potion, they got the last card.

Chocolate Frog Card No. 72, Helga Hufflepuff.

Now, it's time - time to clear the level!

"Ready?" Hermione asked.Each of them held a card in their hands, representing various colleges.When the card is put into the four formation eyes of fire, wind, earth and water.

With a "click", the door facing them opened with a bang.

Lupine outside the door smiled and congratulated them, "Congratulations! You made it!"

***

The day after Halloween, the results of the competition were announced.

Twelve teams passed five, and very successfully, the four-person group of pseudo-kids occupied the last place.

Strength is not the first priority, wisdom is not the second, and the key point of customs clearance is unity.

Laventlaw thinks highly of himself, but Hufflepuff doesn't want to be looked down upon.The cunning poisonous snake will not show its hole cards, and the reckless and arrogant lion, they always think they can win everything.

The contradiction existed from the very beginning. Although the four people in the return group did not have the above drawbacks, they had more troublesome differences.

Persisting in their own opinions is the stubbornness left over from the previous life.

In a blink of an eye, time entered November.In the castle where the wind was gradually blowing, the New Year's Quidditch match started again.Harry made his debut as a Seeker, but in the opening five minutes he caught the Snitch while surrounded by the Twins.

The Hufflepuffs were crazy excited, especially Captain Michael, who even threatened everyone, "Hufflepuff's golden boy will bring them a gold cup!"

"It really surprises me, Potter." The Potions professor spared no effort to sneer at the Defense Against the Dark Arts for Lupin, "It seems that our future Quidditch champion's mind is not empty, he at least knows what is ... a werewolf."

Snape was still the same, addicted to potions and hating Potter.

At Hogwarts, the professor is still unpopular.He didn't even want to step out of the cellar if it wasn't necessary, even in the week before the holiday, when teachers and students gathered in Hogsmeade.

That day, the weather was very cold, the wind was cold, and the face hurt like a knife.But this can't stop the enthusiasm of the students to visit Hogsmeade village, Honeydukes Candy Store, Zuko's Joke Store, Literary Habitat Quill Store...Because of the coming of Christmas, the whole village is full of festive atmosphere.Hogwarts students are laughing and laughing in groups of three or four. Usually, it would be a good choice to enjoy butter beer in the Three Broomsticks after a round of shopping.

In a crowded, noisy, warm and smoky bar, the curvaceous and marked-faced Ms. Rosmota attends to her customers at the bar.

The three of them rarely found an empty seat to sit down.Ron was surprised at what Harry was mopping up, "Why did you buy so many magic bubbles (shampoo)?" He always had a bad feeling, and the dark-haired and blue-eyed Hufflepuff confirmed it, "I don't know what the It's whatever flavor Nep likes, so pick a little of each."

"Aren't you kidding me?"

"Of course not, Ron." Harry said solemnly, "I actually add your name to Snape's Christmas present every year."

"..." In an instant, the red-haired Weasley lost his ability to speak.

Hermione's eyes lifted from the book, and after sliding past them, she glanced not far away, a boy was walking towards this side.

"Mind if I sit here?" said the dark-skinned Slytherin, pulling away the chair next to Harry without waiting for an answer.He rested his chin, staring at Harry with narrow eyes, "Where's your snake?"

"In school."

"Hibernation?"

"Obvious."

Harry's blunt tone showed that he didn't want to talk, but this aroused Blaise Zabini's interest even more, "Do you usually like to speak Parseltongue?"

"Zabini, what do you want to ask?"

"Just make friends."

Harry was silent, looking suspiciously at the Slytherin in front of him. "It's better not," someone behind him lazily answered for him.A slender hand rested on his shoulder. From this angle, the platinum noble's sharp chin and cold smirk could be seen.

"Brace." Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Are you planning to develop a friendship with Potter?" The corner of his mouth slowly moved, a silent warning.

"No, of course not." Blaise denied kindly.If he couldn't see this, his brain would have been crushed by the troll long ago.Provoking the savior is just a temptation, and if there is a result, it is best not to cross that bottom line-although Harry Potter is indeed a good match, but this is not enough, who told him to have a master?

Blaise shrugged. "I just happened to stop by to say hello."

He wanted to hit the iron while the iron was hot to express his intention to make friends with this group of people, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him, because the four people in front of him had already walked out in a gust of wind—of course, the mother eagle protecting her cub and the possessive poisonous snake left before leaving. Don't forget to give him a good look.

The door of the bar opened and closed, but after a while the figures of four people disappeared into the crowded crowd.

What Blaise didn't expect was that now they were planning to carry out a phantom entourage, and the destination was Little Hangleton, thousands of miles away.

&Slytherin's mate selection criteria&

Xiaobu: pure black, alluring emerald.

Author: Then?

Xiaobu: Powerful.

Author: What if you can speak snake language?

Boo: That would be a perfect sweetheart!

Young Master: How is Avada?

The author has something to say:

72. Helga? Hufflepuff (HelgaHufflepuff medieval, unknown date of birth and death)

One of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Known for the virtuosity of its culinary magic.She designed many of the traditional dishes served at Hogwarts banquets.She called all kinds of people to help build Hogwarts, and she was charming enough to be loved.

This fucking IQ, this fucking emotional drama! ! !

I went to bed at noon today and had a dream, supernatural!I was scared to QAQ. Then I got up to type in a daze.Damn it!What's the matter with the feeling of being scared to death in the creepy? ! !

It is estimated that this chapter may need to be repaired, and it is coded when the brain is not clear and ecstatic.Cover your face TT

ps: Thank you Lei from 55555, dear, thank you for your expense.

I seem to have to say something, I forgot...