[HP] Give me back my body

Sanqi

Draco managed to survive the final Potions class. During this period, Ron tried to comfort "Hermione", but she just gave him a cold look, and then clutched the magazine tightly in her hand, staring angrily. Looking at the cauldron in front of him.

"Hermione, Hermione! What are you going to do?" After class, Ron looked at "Hermione" who was hurriedly leaving, and shouted behind her.He was about to follow, but Harry tugged at his robes and pointed to Karkaroff who had come in to wait for Snape, and they 'knocked' something off the table to the ground, picking it up and eavesdropping on their conversation .

When Draco stood up from the table, he exchanged glances with Hermione before going out.

He was waiting in the abandoned classroom where they used to meet, and when Hermione pushed the door in, Draco unfolded the page of Wizard Weekly: "Have you read this article?"

Hermione looked up at him, turned around and locked the door with her wand, and said coldly, "I've seen it."

Draco was choked for a moment, and his burst of anger was suppressed at once. Like a deflated balloon, he became weak after speaking: "Don't you care?"

"If I cared so much about other people's evaluations, I would have dropped out of school in the first grade." Hermione picked up the magazine, flipped through it a few times, raised her eyebrows and looked at the content carefully: "She may have created a Aphrodisiac...do you manufacture it?"

Hermione looked up and asked Draco seriously.

"Me? How could I get that!" Draco said through gritted teeth.

Hermione shrugged: "I don't know what I've been doing lately, the deep friendship with Krum is none of my business...and Malfoy..."

"It has nothing to do with Malfoy!" Draco interrupted her angrily, pointing at the line of words with his finger, "If my dad reads this article and sees me and a male star fighting for a bitch wizard, you Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Although Draco's soul is now in Hermione's body, he doesn't care much about this body. He still thinks he is Draco Malfoy's very rationally.Therefore, even if someone pointed at his nose and scolded Granger, he didn't have a big reaction. It wasn't scolding him anyway, but it would be different when Malfoy was involved.

Hermione rolled her eyes silently, and said in a low voice, "Your father should be worried about how a boy who always talks about the word 'dad' grows into a man who stands upright."

"What did you say?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.

Hermione licked her lips: "Oh, it's nothing, I just wonder if Mr. Malfoy will read this kind of gossip magazine."

"..." Draco thought about it seriously, before he said uncertainly, "I haven't seen him read this magazine before, but whoever saw it and told him?"

"Skeeter is only so capable." Hermione curled her lips, "Will I be afraid of writing such a piece of crap? Anyone with reason and judgment will not take this kind of thing seriously, so This article didn’t even make it into the Daily Prophet. You should trust your dad’s judgment and not take every word he reads seriously.”

"You're so simple." Draco said dissatisfied.

"Is this a complicated thing?" Hermione retorted, "There were only three of us there at the time, and there was no fight at all, no evidence, how credible do you think it is?"

Draco pursed his lips.

As Hermione spoke, her brows became tighter and tighter: "But how did Skeeter know? Dumbledore forbade her from entering Hogwarts, and there were indeed only three of us at the time—how did she enter Hogwarts?" How did you eavesdrop?"

"Maybe she has an invisibility cloak, maybe she used the Disillusionment Charm... It doesn't matter at all, the important thing is what to do with this article!" Draco grabbed the magazine as if shaking something, It kept shaking in front of Hermione.

"That's nothing important, just leave it alone, Skeeter is eager for the person to refute - then she made it up to be true. You don't care, so what if others care?" Hermione put Draco in his hands The magazine snatched it over, "Torn apart!"

The colorful magazine turned into a pile of shredded paper, which burst open like a blooming firework in front of them, and slowly fell to the ground.

"I don't even care, what do you care about?" Hermione said angrily, "Why are you so anxious when you only have two words in it? Don't think you have a lot of influence. The one who should really be worried is Harry. With me."

She pulled out her wand and waved at the messy pieces of paper scattered on the ground: "Clean it up." Then she turned her head, "Look, deal with it like this. Leave it alone, it will naturally have no influence."

*

But Hermione and Draco were thinking too simply.

Draco had miscalculated the amount of attention his dad would have given him to appear in any newspaper or magazine - zero attention, and Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be poring over a block of tofu in an obscure gossip magazine with a magnifying glass The name of his son; even if other people see it, they will not take the initiative to tell Mr. Malfoy—one is thankless, and the other is that they believe such stories, and they seem to be very impatient, and they will not go to Malfoy. Show the lower limit in front of Fu.

And Hermione misjudged the power of Harry's mother fans - they poured all their love and gratitude on Harry, so when they saw Rita Skeeter's article, they were all very angry, So a series of "threat letters" and "harassment letters" were sent to Hermione.

Of course, it was Draco who was in charge of unpacking, and Draco was the one who suffered.

"Hermione, why do you have so many letters?" Ron looked at the table in front of Hermione strangely. They were having breakfast, but Hermione seemed to have no place to eat breakfast.

"How do I know?" Draco frowned, picked up one at random, and looked at the envelope—there was nothing written on it, like a small advertisement from some store, he opened the envelope, pulled out The stationery inside, "Well, what is this?"

Not handwritten, but spelled as if from letters cut out of a newspaper: "You're a bad girl, Harry Potter deserves better girls, go back to your old Muggle homes."

Ron poked his head for a look, snatched the letter angrily, and stuffed it into Harry's hand: "It's too much."

Draco opened the next one blankly, thinking that some sentences from the previous one could be borrowed, otherwise he would never be able to speak to Granger.

Harry looked at it, and his expression became particularly bad. He opened his mouth to curse something, and then gave "Hermione" a worried look.

"Hermione" didn't look up, and was still seriously opening the letter: "Harry Potter deserves a girl who is a hundred times better than you..." He seemed to be sarcastic when he read it, with a contemptuous expression and an exaggerated tone. With a nonchalant look, "You should be boiled in green algae... Ouch!"

Just as he was about to open another envelope, a yellow-green liquid sprayed onto her hands, giving off a pungent paint smell, and large yellow-yellow blisters immediately appeared on her hands.

"Undiluted babo tuber pus." Ron said, picking up the envelope carefully and smelling it.

Tears welled up in an instant, and Draco held up his hands, feeling that they were burning, and they swelled up quickly, like they were wearing thick, knobby gloves.

"You'd better hurry to the Colonel's Hospital and we'll explain to Professor Sprout." Harry moved aside for Hermione.

Draco stood up quickly and walked outside, cursing Harry and Skeeter in his mind.

The author has something to say: Thank you fish for the second thunder, okay.

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