HP pure blood glory

This terrible situation was finally alleviated before the start of the game, and almost all the Slytherins were relieved. At this time, they all felt grateful and sympathetic to those Gryffindors, especially Harry Potter and his friends.

Draco's destructive power is huge - you never know where he gets his energy, like a machine man who is fully wound up - maybe teenage boys are always this lively and active.

When Draco's energy is vented on the lion cubs, they can watch jokes gracefully; but when Draco's energy is used to stir up Slytherin, even Slytherin Nepe had warned him after Potions class was over: "I hope you'll pay more attention to your poor History of Magic—the final exam is not far away, Mr. Malfoy."

So when the poor Weasleys got in Draco's way, the Slytherins almost wept with joy.

Draco poked Weasley in the back of the head, and when the other looked back with a look of rage, he said triumphantly, "Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Crabbe and Goyle were laughing, and they were laughing so hard—they had never been so happy.

A trail of little snakes followed Draco and walked towards their place.

When Baby Potter was flying around in the sky looking for the golden flying saucer, Draco may have thought of the fiasco of the last game, and he said with a bad face, "You know how the Gryffindor team selects players Is it?" He deliberately turned his voice up loudly, "They pick people they feel sorry for. Like Potter, an orphan, like your two brothers (he looked at the angry Luo when he said this) Er) - no money at home - you should be in the team too. Ah, and Neville Longbottom, because he's got no brains."

The boy named Longbottom stood up from his chair with a flushed face, and Louis recognized him as the "disaster boy" of Gryffindor College--Pansy called him that, because all kinds of "disaster boys" were bound to happen wherever he appeared. ".

"I'm better than twelve of you combined," Neville stammered.

"If I were you, I would give Malfoy some color." The poor little Weasley family looked at the field with prickly eyes, and encouraged Longbottom with words.

"Malfoy, I warn you—" said Longbottom.

At this moment, Potter swooped down—"Lucky for you, Weasley, Potter apparently found money on the ground—"

No one saw clearly how it happened, just for a moment, Weasley jumped up from his seat and threw himself at Draco—the two rolled directly under the seat, Louis stood up almost subconsciously, Wand out - and then he heard Draco scream - "Weasley, let him go."

No one has ever seen Louis with such an ugly face—he is usually expressionless, but you can tell that it is not anger, but indifference—and now, no one dares to make a sound, even the one who just walked over Granger didn't dare say a word for Weasley.

The fighting stopped—for a split second, and when Louis was angry, you definitely knew it wasn't a good thing to piss him off.

Louis raised his wand and pointed at the seat, "Torn apart!"

The chair exploded, revealing that both Ron and Draco below had a lot of scars on their bodies, and it was obvious that neither of them took advantage.

But Weasley was on top of Draco, and the boy's breathing was painful, and his platinum blonde hair was getting a lot of dust, which made him look very embarrassed.

Weasley got up silently, as if afraid to make even the slightest eye contact with Louis.

Draco also realized that Louis was not in a good state right now - he flinched a little in fear, he was afraid that Louis would punish him for what he said earlier - Louis was very good to those Gryffindors, at least he was Think so.

So when Louis knelt down and asked if he could still get up, he feigned pain and shook his head.

"What! I didn't even—" Louis shot a glance at Weasley, successfully shutting the boy's mouth.

Then he scowled and picked Draco up by the waist, a position Draco obviously found a bit embarrassed - as he buried himself in Louis' arms and managed to get his dusty hair to touch the boy's robe.

Louis glanced down at him, but said nothing.

"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy asked worriedly.

Draco nodded wildly in Louis's arms with his eyes closed, oh, anyone can see that he is in pain now.

"I'll take him to Madam Pomfrey," Louis said, and left the Quidditch pitch with the boy.

"You, why didn't you cast the cleansing spell?" The boy looked up in his arms.

Louis said with a cold face, "I don't have hands."

In fact, he regretted it after picking up Draco, and he should have given Draco a cleansing spell before then—but he knew that even if it was all over again, in that case, he would choose Pick up Draco - friends are more important than cleanliness.

Oh, though "friend" is always the word that Gryffindor cubs like to use.

Madam Pomfrey did not participate in the Quidditch match today, so Louis could only carry Draco to the school infirmary, where there were hospital beds everywhere, Louis found a single room, put Draco on the hospital bed, Madam Pomfrey came in after him.

"Good morning, ma'am." Louis greeted, took two steps back, and finally had time to cast a cleansing spell for himself.

"It's just some scratches." After a careful inspection, Madam Pomfrey backed away from the hospital bed, took some potions in the small box she brought, and turned around to paint Draco carefully.

"What about his legs?" That was what Louis was most concerned about, remembering the boy saying he couldn't stand up.

"Legs?" Madam Pomfrey said without looking up.

"Well, Draco's leg seems to be injured too," Louis replied.

Because Madam Pomfrey blocked Draco's expression, Louis didn't see that Draco's face was full of pleading at this moment—oh, Merlin!He couldn't let Louis know that he was lying to him—although he didn't know why he said he couldn't stand up, but it was obvious that he shouldn't think about why now—he could only look at Madam Pomfrey pleadingly, I hope she can lie for herself.

Madam Pomfrey glared at Draco, who kept mouthing "please".

Madam Pomfrey shook her head in refusal, and Draco looked like he was about to cry.

"Just one night." Madam Pomfrey reluctantly compromised, she turned her head and said to Louis, "Malfoy needs to stay here for one night to observe, if tomorrow," she turned her head to stare at Draco again, "he If it’s okay, you’ll have to leave the hospital.”

"Yeah." Draco said cooperatively.

With that, Madam Pomfrey went out with her tools, leaving Louis standing by Draco's bed.

Throughout the afternoon, Louis sat on the edge of Draco's bed and talked with him. When Draco expressed that he was a little sleepy, Louis stood up and prepared to leave.

"Stay and stay with me." The boy pulled his sleeves, his eyes seemed to be water-stained, and his voice was pitiful.

Louis could only sit back, "Stay with you until you fall asleep."

The boy nodded and closed his eyes, and Louis stared at him, stunned.

When Draco's breathing stabilized and Louis was about to stand up and walk quietly, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Louis sat back again.

"Will Weasley hit me again?" A ridiculous question, Draco afraid of Weasley?Telling it out will make the little snakes laugh out loud, okay?

"Are you afraid of Weasley?" Louis asked suspiciously, and he was even more surprised when he saw the boy nodding, which made him wonder how to answer for a moment.

"I can't sleep, I can see Weasley shaking his fist at me as soon as I close my eyes," Draco said pitifully.

Louis glanced up out the window, if he left at this time, it should be just long enough to be back in the common room before curfew.

But it was obvious that the boy didn't let him go, and he couldn't fall asleep when he rolled his eyes.

"Weasley won't hit you again." Louis could only comfort, "I promise."

"But I still can't sleep." Draco was lying on the hospital bed, his chin pointing out against the white quilt, looking vulnerable.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Louis' heart softened again, "Okay, I'll ask Madam Pomfrey to see if there is an extra bed."

"No." Draco said, she would not allow you to stay here.

"Actually, she has a point." Louis said disapprovingly, but he still compromised, "Okay, there is no class tomorrow, I will sit here and stay with you overnight."

With a happy smile on Draco's face, he grabbed Louis's sleeve and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he opened his eyes, "Hands are cold." He said.

"Put your hands under the covers." Louis pulled out his sleeves.

The boy shook his head, "I'll be scared if I don't drag you."

The two stared at each other for tens of seconds, and Louis said, "I'm right next to you, what are you afraid of?"

Draco looked at Louis with his watery eyes, and said softly, "I was wrong."

Louis looked at him, "Go to sleep."

"Are you mad at me?" Draco asked nervously.He knew that Louis had always disliked the trouble he had with Gryffindor, but he just couldn't help it. Every time he saw the three of them talking together so happily, he could think of how they were on the train The one who humiliated himself in the box.

He was jealous that they had friends.

But this afternoon, when he was lying on the bed, he suddenly figured out a problem.Why should he be jealous of Potter?Neither Weasley nor Granger combined could compare to Louis - he already had a best friend, why should he be jealous of anyone else?

"Oh." He heard Louis sigh, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

Then he felt the cool touch of the dragonskin glove on his forehead.

Louis brushed the boy's hair from his eyes. "Go to sleep," he repeated.

Then he stood up, as his mother had done to him countless times, bent down and kissed the boy on the forehead, "Good night."

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