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

Friday afternoon, sunny, cloudless.

At five minutes to three, a strange combination appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall: Platinum nobleman, Potter's savior, Granger who knows everything, and the red-haired Weasley.Such a combination made Slytherin quite displeased, but he stopped when he wanted to turn around and leave. No matter how unhappy he was, Malfoy should not break his promise.

Draco snorted at Harry, showing a mocking smile out of habit.

Ron said with a sullen face, "Malfoy, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Draco said. "Deeply worried about the rest of my time, of course. What a good afternoon to be ruined by some people."

It was really gunpowder from the very beginning, and Harry was a little at a loss for such a situation.He suddenly realized that it was impossible for a Malfoy and Weasley to learn to get along.

Strangely enough, the shaggy-haired little girl was completely oblivious to the Gryffindor and Slytherin firing.She greeted Harry unaffected, "I'm glad you invited me, Harry. It's been a really nice afternoon, hasn't it?"

"Not a bad afternoon?" Draco interjected. "Granger, I really doubt your IQ. What made you make such a judgment, a poor Weasley with freckles?"

"Malfoy!" Ron roared, but Hermione cut him off.The shaggy-haired girl raised her chin, she was a bit shorter than Little Platinum, but it didn't affect her imposing manner at all.

"I think you need to learn to respect." Hermione pointed out, "Fyodor Dostoevsky said that those who disrespect others first disrespect themselves."

"Dostoevsky?" Draco countered. "Same as you? Muggle-born?"

Slytherin's words were full of contempt and insult, although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning was obvious.

Hermione's face darkened, which was undoubtedly an insult to her.Ron, on the other hand, just glared at Malfoy angrily.If it was changed to before, the red-haired Weasley would have rushed over.But now he won't stand out for Hermione Granger, because compared to Draco Malfoy, this Raventraw is not much likable.

"You need to apologize, Draco." Harry sighed, quietly but firmly.He has already discovered that everything in front of him is accusing the savior of being stupid and naive.

Trying to get them to get along--it's a fool's errand.

Fortunately, Harry was not disappointed, because he knew that if it hadn't been for the previous war, it would have been impossible for the four of them to let go of their prejudices and stand together tightly.

Draco met Harry's eyes, scowling. "You'd better find out, Potter." He said coldly, "You begged me to come today. If not, why would I be walking with a Weasley and a Muggle-born wizard?"

"Yes, Draco."

"I don't think you have these cognitions at all."

The Savior's demand for an apology irritated a Malfoy, who did Potter think he was?Do you really think that you can be an omnipotent savior with your scars?

He snorted coldly, and did what he should have done from the beginning - turn around and leave.

Finally, the first meeting of the four people ended without a problem.For the rest of the time, they still chose to visit Hagrid.The nervous Weasley was still so confused about the situation, and talked about Malfoy's appearance just now with complacency.

"Hey, I didn't say that, Malfoy's pale face really relieves hatred!"

Hermione gave him a blank look, and the sensitive little witch immediately noticed something was wrong with Harry.She could somewhat see that Harry cared about Malfoy. Although she didn't know the reason, when Harry stood in front of Malfoy for her, Hermione's heart still felt warm.

The three of them soon arrived at Hagrid's house, a small log cabin standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Yaya is still very enthusiastic, seeing their visits, she can't help but want to pounce on them.Harry scratched the black hound's neck, which gave it a whimper of pleasure.

"Nice to meet you," said Hagrid, with a smile behind his large, bearded face.He ushered the three of Harry in and was busy pouring tea into cups, while serving them homemade rock cakes.

"This is Ron, and this is Hermione." When Harry introduced to Hagrid, the half-giant took out a stretched cushion and spread it on the bed, beckoning them to sit down.

"Another Weasley kid, isn't it?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckled face. "This is the sixth Weasley kid I've seen." , he greeted Hermione.

The hard rock cake almost broke the teeth of Gryffindor and Raventraw. Hermione held her front teeth, and under Hagrid's kindness, she wisely picked up the teacup, and after softening, she pretended to be a teacup. He looks like he loves to eat.They chatted about the class these days, and when they talked about Snape, Ron seemed filled with righteous indignation, because the potions professor deducted more than ten points from Gryffindor in one class!

"You should call him Professor Snape!" Hermione corrected Ron, which was unanimously agreed by Hagrid and Harry.The red-haired Weasley gave Hermione a glare, sullen about it.He changed the subject and led the conversation to the right corridor on the fourth floor.

"Do you know what's in there, Hagrid?" Ron asked curiously.

"I don't know," said Hagrid, avoiding Ron's eyes. "That's not what you're supposed to ask."

This caught Raventraw's scrutiny, and she looked away from the little piece of paper pressed under the teapot hood, which was a clip from the Daily Prophet about the Gringotts break-in. latest reports".

This once again aroused the little witch's inexplicable sense of familiarity. This strange familiarity arose in Hermione's heart as early as the first time she saw this report.Not only that, she had been feeling like this almost since she arrived at Hogwarts.In this regard, Raventraw, who has read related books, attributed it to the affiliation of wizard blood.

"Anyway, I advise you not to think about the corridor on the fourth floor." Hermione said to Ron on the way back, "As the headmaster told us, if you don't want to suffer an accident or die in pain."

On the first day of school, the old principal issued a rule not to approach the corridor on the fourth floor. Most people may listen to the advice, but this is not feasible for the Weasley twins.The more this is the case, the more they will be interested, and even the little brother who overheard their plan has also aroused great curiosity.

Of course, Ron wouldn't take the risk alone.But what Hermione said about Gryffindor aroused Ron's rebellious psychology. "Really? Thank you so much." Ron was annoyed, "but I don't think this matter really has anything to do with you."

"Indeed, after all, it will be Gryffindor who will be deducted all points." Hermione snorted coldly and left.The red-haired Weasley complained a few words, and it didn't take long before he chose to leave in the opposite direction from Raventraw.Only Harry was left standing alone in the crowded hall, the blue-eyed savior suddenly realized a problem, not only Malfoy and Weasley, but also Ron and Hermione, and now he was just putting them The relationship is getting worse and worse.

***

One day in October, a revelation was posted in the Hufflepuff common room.This Friday afternoon, they were going to have flying lessons, unpleasantly - with Slytherins.

The little badgers sighed again and again, "It's too bad, Slytherin won't miss the opportunity to taunt us."

Neither the cunning snake nor the warlike lion were easy adversaries for them.Only in front of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff's flying level will not be so ugly.

"If only we didn't come last this year," sighed Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain, taking a look at the rowdy badgers, hoping to find some good ones among them.

He has to look for someone, although this year is all he can do, but at least next year or the year after, Michael hopes to make some achievements.

It was a sunny and breezy day.After seven or eight weeks of study, the various courses began to become boring after the novelty disappeared.And the flying lessons at this time -- no doubt excited the students.

They had lunch, and the time finally pointed to 03:30 in the fidgeting wait.Harry's two roommates, Ernie and Justin, pulled him excitedly, across the hall, and ran quickly to the grass.

The Slytherins were already there, along with two dozen brooms neatly arranged on the floor.The little platinum nobleman was talking loudly, bragging about how he avoided a Muggle helicopter on a broomstick—seeing Harry's arrival, he stopped talking, hooked his lips, "Look who this is , Harry Potter! The famous scar-headed savior—!" Draco said in a drawn-out tone.

The Slytherins burst into laughter, and they booed to cheer Malfoy on.

"Leave them alone," said Hannah Abbott, a round-faced girl with braids who had been a Hufflepuff prefect with Ernie in fifth year and had been part of the original DA.

Because of her familiarity with Ernie, she is also a good friend with Harry.

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, the flying teacher came.Mrs. Hooch has short hair and eagle-like yellow eyes, and looks very hearty.

She asked the students to stand beside the broom, and said to the broom in a commanding tone——

"stand up!"

It was still the same as before, when Harry gave the order, the broomstick obediently came into his hand.The tail of the broom twitched, and it was a naughty rub in Harry's hand.

There are very few such obedient brooms, except for Harry, which is Draco.It has to be admitted that if it weren't for Harry's existence, the Platinum Noble would be the best Seeker of this generation.

He flew well, as nimble and steady as Harry.Harry knew this well enough - when Mrs. Hooch allowed them to move freely, the Slytherins rushed over.

Harry flew a little far, although he hadn't flown out of this pasture - Mrs. Hooch was very optimistic about Harry's skills, which gave Draco a chance to take advantage of it.He followed Harry and launched the attack when he saw his timing.

"Scarhead, hold on tight!" Draco said, smirking, his cold eyes narrowed into a line.He watched as Harry dodged his impact, but with a slight pull of his hand, the broomstick split open lightly.

Potter's technique is unexpectedly good, Draco thought, his eyes narrowed, but he became more dangerous.He made a feint - the body moves before the brain - for the rare non-Slytherin, which made him let go of a mistake.

I don't know whether it's because the broom is too old or Draco rushed too hard, which caused the body of the platinum little nobleman to be thrown out due to inertia at the moment Harry flashed by. .

Harry grabbed his robe just in time to pull him back before the Slytherin fell.Shaking his head, he sighed helplessly, "Draco, you are so childish!"

"Potter!" Draco warned, raising his eyebrows in exasperation.

"But cutely childish," Harry added.The black-haired and blue-eyed boy laughed, and his bright eyes instantly narrowed into beautiful arcs.His pink and moist lips slowly curled up, and two small pear dimples loomed on the cheeks.

Reflecting the setting sun, riding the breeze, leaving a string of joyful laughter in Slytherin's embarrassment...