[HP] Give me back my body

Harry and Ron went to look for Hagrid in the evening, but they couldn't even get in the door. They were very worried about him.

It was impossible for Draco to go to Hagrid together with them, he was too happy, how could he still go up.But in order to make his behavior more "Hermione Granger", he would put on a bitter face and pretend to ask what happened to Hagrid, and then hide from Potter and Weasley.

Harry and Ron almost wanted to break the glass in Hagrid's room, but they didn't call Hagrid out of his closed room, and they gave up on interviewing him—"Maybe he wants to be quiet, we always have to Give him some space," Harry said, "He knows we don't mind if he has a giant mother."

But Hagrid didn't mind, and he didn't show up at Hogwarts for the next week—whether it was in the professor's chair or in his pumpkin patch, it seemed that the whole person disappeared. It is not easy to be so strict.

In mid-January, they had another chance to go to Hogsmeade. Draco came out of the Gryffindor common room early in the morning. He made a very good plan for himself—Zoko bought some Mischief, Honeydukes to buy some candy, and three broomsticks to drink a cup of steaming butterbeer. After careful calculation, since the strange thing of soul exchange, he has not had a stable day. He plans to Treat yourself.

The snow on the field had slowly melted, and the snow mixed with the mud made the whole road difficult to walk. Draco had to wave his wand to make the ground dry while walking.

Maybe because of the cold weather in winter, there are not many students who go out early. Honeydukes and Zuko’s people are not crowded enough to get in. Except for the last dung bomb with a boy and failure, everything goes well. .Draco even bought a valuable quill pen in the stationery store, which has no special function, but is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is worthy of Malfoy's identity.

Draco packed his shopping bags, turned around and walked into the Three Broomsticks. At this time, the number of people in Hogsmeade had already begun to increase, and the Three Broomsticks were even more full.

When Draco came in, there was no quiet single table by the window anymore, he could only sit on the bar, squeezed into such a long table with a bunch of strangers, he couldn't even put his feet comfortably, he could only slump Step on the rail of the bar stool.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, and his mood suddenly became irritable.In the past, it was Goyle or Crabbe who stood at the table, and they even asked for drinks. Where did Master Malfoy need to occupy a seat and order in person, or crowded with others.

He felt like his good morning was ruined by this butterbeer - but he didn't want to get his ass off the stool, he wanted to rest for a while, drink a hot cup before going out into the cold air.

Rita Skeeter came in just as Draco's patience was running out.

"Oh, you are Hermione Granger." Rita saw the brown-haired girl sitting alone at the bar, she approached and couldn't wait to start talking, "You are Harry Potter's girlfriend... I remember, But why are you alone, is there a problem with your relationship... I think, you didn't become each other's dance partners at the Christmas ball, does this mean that Potter has found a new love?"

Under the bombardment of questions from the other party, Draco clenched the cup handle of the quilt in his hand. He turned his head and gave Rita Skeeter a critical look.

She is wearing a magenta gown with a bright purple fur collar turned up, two contrasting colors that are both harsh and understated; she has a crocodile leather bag slung over her left arm and clutches a notebook and a quill , holding the exaggerated glasses that almost slipped off the bridge of his nose in his right hand... Draco, who was already in a bad mood, heard her harsh voice and looked at her cheap clothes and inferior accessories, feeling disdain welling from his heart.

He glanced at Rita contemptuously, and pulled the corners of his mouth unbearably. Realizing her occupation, he despised her even more in his heart.

A reporter, an inferior person who makes a living by making up stories with a pen.

His father once said to him that public opinion media is a very worthwhile thing to use, and it can bring unexpected gains; but they are also the most unreliable, media people are bitches, and sometimes they can write anything that grabs attention. Make up something, earn interest by selling others.

So Draco looked down on reporters from the bottom of his heart, and thought about the reports that the woman in front of him made up for Potter. He liked to watch it as a joke to provoke Potter. one thing.

So Draco looked at her contemptuously, turned his head proudly, and said coldly: "I will dress better when digging for materials and going back to make up stories, at least I won't wear worn-out clothes that have been washed dozens of times." Robe, do you get all your news by looking pitiful in rags?" Draco pushed away the half-drunk butterbeer in his hand, "I don't even have the appetite to talk when I see you."

Rita's eyes narrowed, she looked at the girl coldly, from head to toe, her eyes were indifferent and fierce: "What a cute and innocent girl, you should learn how to talk to people, when I was young, I would feel that I was everything , but I found that sometimes everything about myself can go bad."

Draco snorted coldly, and said slowly: "You'd better bite the tip of your quill pen and think about the next story, the manuscript fees you earn may allow you to change to a less cheap bag."

Draco was about to leave proudly with his head held high, when he looked up and saw Harry and Ron approaching. They stared at Rita and squeezed angrily.

"What did you do to Hagrid!" Harry yelled, "Just because he didn't say anything bad about me, so you did that to him? Why didn't you just deal with me, anyway, it's not the first time you've made up stories for me Come on, come on!"

They pushed "Hermione" out of the way and kept her behind, and Harry said angrily, "Are you changing targets? You hate vicious woman, who do you think will care about your stories!"

"You already care." Rita smiled mockingly, "I'm just telling my readers the truth... I really should interview you—about how your dependence on that half-blood giant came about, maybe it can open up the wizard A new situation of communicating with giants. Perhaps it is to realize your uniqueness, and being friends with a half-blood giant must be very different, I know you like to be different from others."

Draco admired the woman's thick skin a little now.

Ron's face was flushed, and he seemed to be restraining his urge to pounce on Rita: "Fuck your truth! Fuck your difference!"

The whole tavern fell silent, staring at the four of them in surprise.

"Let's go, let's go," Draco whispered, tugging at Harry's cloak.

The three of them got out of the three broomsticks, and Rita was writing quickly in her notebook.

"What did she tell you?" Harry took a few deep breaths, then turned his head and asked Hermione, "It's better not to have conflicts, who knows what stories she will make up, and now she just wants someone to quarrel with her."

Draco pouted, but said nothing.

Ron kicked the snow on the ground hard: "She will definitely dig out some of your situation, and then..."

"I don't care." Draco whispered, but he was determined to discuss his uncontrolled temper with Granger.

The author has something to say: In the original book, Rita wrote about Hermione because of the conflict between them

Ma Da, the writing is particularly unsatisfactory, if there are bugs and unreasonable ones, you must bring them up.There are a lot of things in life recently, the pressure is great, and I can’t calm down, alas

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