[HP] Give me back my body

Hermione didn't go to Herbology class, and Harry and Ron were absent-minded throughout the class.

Leaving the conservatory for Care of Magical Creatures they meet Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe.The three of them whispered and giggled, and Draco Malfoy stood behind them silently.

Pansy saw Harry and asked loudly, "Potter, did you have a falling out with your girlfriend? Why was she so mad at breakfast?"

Harry ignored her, he didn't want anyone to know how much trouble the article had caused.

Ron glared at the three of them before leaving.

Hermione didn't know why Draco left at breakfast, she cared a lot, and wanted to ask Harry or Ron directly.

But she couldn't, so she could only follow them secretly and get some information from their conversations.

Hagrid told them in the last class that the knowledge of unicorns has been finished, and Harry has been worried that Hagrid will bring them some new magical creatures-he doesn't want Hagrid to bring some dangerous creatures, Let Rita Skeeter have another article by hair.

Fortunately, though, the cardboard box Hagrid brought contained a fluffy black creature with a long nose and flat front paws like shovels - they didn't know what it was, but they could clearly see it It neither breathes fire nor scratches, and looks very docile and dull.

"These are snuffers." Hagrid explained to the students who gathered around them. "You can usually see them in mines. They like shiny things...here, look."

A Niffler jumped up suddenly, trying to bite the watch off Pansy Parkinson's wrist.Pansy backed away screaming.

"Very useful little treasure detector, we can have a lot of fun with it today. See there?" Hagrid happily pointed to a large piece of newly opened land, "I buried a few gold coins, who chooses?" I will give a prize to whoever's Xixiu dug up the most gold coins."

Everyone is very interested and can't wait to get started.

Harry stuffed the watch on his wrist into his pocket and picked one at random for a sniff.Ron hesitated for a long time before finally deciding on his one.

This kind of little thing is very close to people, holding them is like hugging an enthusiastic dog, and they keep sniffing around.

Hagrid watched everyone take a Niffler, but there was another Niffler in the crate.He looked around and asked, "There's only one Niffle left here, who hasn't come? Why didn't you see Hermione?"

"She's going to have to go to the hospital," said Ron.

Harry whispered to Hagrid, "We'll explain it to you later." He noticed that Malfoy was always leaning over, eavesdropping.

He glanced back at Malfoy, and pulled Ron towards the field.

Hermione pursed her lips, not knowing what Draco was doing and why he ran to the school hospital.She stood holding Niuxiu for a while, looked at Hagrid's tall back, and suddenly clutched her stomach and yelled a few times.

"What's the matter with you, Malfoy?" Hagrid asked nervously, turning around.

He thought Malfoy might be delicately allergic to snuffers, and he was afraid he might mess something up in his class.

"I, I'm not feeling well...I think I have to go to the school hospital." Hermione said slowly, pretending to be in pain.

Hagrid took the snuff, and hurriedly urged: "Then you go quickly."

Hermione clutched her stomach, pretended to leave Hagrid's cabin, turned her head to look at the students who were concentrating on her, and felt that they were out of their line of sight, so she straightened up and started trotting.

She ran to the school hospital, and was about to reach out to pull the door, when the door opened automatically, Draco was walking out with his head down, and bumped his head into Hermione's chest.

Both of them let out a low cry, and took a step back.

Hermione's first reaction was to rub her chest, and after taking a few breaths, she looked at who bumped into her.

Draco directly raised his head and glared at the other party. Seeing that it was Hermione, he pursed his mouth and rolled his eyes at her.

Hermione looked down her own face and finally settled on her heavily bandaged hands.

"How did you get hurt?" Her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, her eyes locked on her hands, and she was about to touch the two lumps with her hands.

Draco took a step back, hid his hands, and raised his voice: "Don't touch it! Stay away!"

His voice was a bit high, and Madam Pomfrey inside might have heard her asking, "Who's at the door?"

Draco glared, and elbowed Hermione, who backed away a few steps, out of the way.Draco hurried out and kicked the door shut with his foot.

Hermione was bumped, but she didn't care. She just stared at her hand and asked, "How did you get hurt? Is it serious? Has it been cured?"

Draco was annoyed, and walked a few steps quickly. Seeing that Hermione would not give up without asking, he had to stop, and said with a cold face: "I received a fan letter from the savior Potter."

Hermione said she didn't understand, and blinked in confusion.

Draco pursed his lips, looked at Hermione contemptuously, twitched the corner of his mouth and recited in a weird way: "You are a bad daughter, Harry Potter deserves a better girl, go back to your Muggle hometown go."

Hermione froze for a moment, her expression darkened.

"Harry Potter should get a girl who is a hundred times stronger than you." His voice became more and more sarcastic, and while reciting, he squinted at Hermione and continued, "You should be placed in the green Boil it in algae."

Draco paused, seeing Hermione's increasingly angry expression, as if her lips were trembling with anger.He couldn't express the comfort in his heart, he just wanted to let out a sigh of relief, and then said something frighteningly that you have today too.Thanks a lot for Granger's good memory, he didn't think he got a single word wrong.

"It's an effect of Skeeter's article," Draco said before Hermione could explode at him. "A lot of letters came, and one of them contained undiluted babo tubers. Swollen."

Hermione bit her lip, calmed down for a while, and said coldly: "When the letter comes, don't open it, just burn it."

Draco looked like he couldn't listen at all, and he still wanted to take the contents of the letter as learning content.

"Have you never received a letter from anyone, so you want to read even this kind of thing." Hermione added, seeing that he seemed to want to open the letter and recite the sentence.

"Hehe, who cares to read it." Draco said immediately, "The ones from this morning are all at Potter's place, and I only read two..."

"Only two hands were hurt." Hermione added mockingly.

Draco pursed his lips and said nothing.

Hermione paused for a moment, then suddenly said viciously, "I'll make that woman Skeeter pay."

She looked at her hand distressedly, and then asked Draco with concern: "Did it hurt at that time?"

Draco suddenly realized that no matter how damaged Hermione's reputation was, he was the one who was hurt and hurt.Immediately, he felt the pain spread from his fingertips to his whole body, and he clenched his teeth.I vowed that I would never open letters indiscriminately again, even if I was killed.

Well... just let Potter or Weasley help dismantle it.

*

Hermione and Draco sidetracked back to Care of Fantastic Creatures class.

The Gryffindor students gathered around to comfort Hermione.Hagrid was even more angry, and shared with Hermione his letter experience some time ago.

In fact, there are only a few words tossed over and over again - "Don't care about it", "Let it go", "You are not", "Live on your own"

Draco didn't care about the contents of the letter at all, as long as he didn't open the letter, it was enough.

In the following days, Draco also kept receiving letters addressed to Granger. He didn't open them at all, and burned one after the other.But some sent Howler letters straight away, and the letters exploded across the Gryffindor table, sending screams echoing throughout the hall.

Draco felt ashamed that he had never been so humiliated. Even though the letter was not about him, everyone around him was looking straight at him.That substantive gaze made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he wanted to rush out of the hall directly.

The love square of Hermione, Harry, Krum and Malfoy spread throughout the school.

Harry repeatedly explained to people that Hermione was not his girlfriend, and his mouth was almost worn out, and he felt terribly bored, but everyone still asked them tirelessly.But no one believed in the relationship between Draco and Hermione. Even if they wanted to ask or look at a few words, they would be pushed back by the aura of "Malfoy".

No matter how fierce the rumors are, there will be a day when the rumors will subside. After a while, everyone will no longer care about this unreasonable four-cornered love, because the time for the last project of the triwizard competition is getting closer.They are all guessing what the third item is and who will win.

Probably only Hermione remembered that article, and when they met Draco, they kept talking about how Skeeter got into Hogwarts.

She asked Professor Moody to prove that Skeeter did not rely on the invisibility cloak.

Hermione became even more irritable, and looked around even when she was talking, as if she wanted to catch Skeeter who was eavesdropping from her surroundings.

Draco felt that it was impossible for them to exchange their souls before the holidays. He listened absently to Hermione saying that he had uncovered Skeeter's plan, while worrying about what to do if they could not exchange them.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly felt that the roles of the two of them seemed to be switched.It seemed that Granger was the one who worried about the soul swap and found a way before, but now he took on the heavy responsibility.

Hermione only cared about making trouble for her enemies.

After enduring it a few times, he couldn't take it anymore, and asked Granger to put Skeeter down, and put the matter of "what if he can't get it back" on the agenda.

It was rare for Hermione to calm down and listen, and after reaching an agreement, she was dragged into training.

"The Malfoy family is not your Muggle family. I think you will reveal your secrets in a minute, so I have to teach you some basic things so that my parents won't think you are too strange." Draco said arrogantly.

"I think you should worry about yourself. Muggle families are different from your magical families." Hermione snorted coldly, "You have to learn more."

how is this possible.

Draco didn't believe it, he sneered, and went to make a list of Granger's study plans by himself.

Oh, what can be scary about Muggles.

Muggle life has nothing to worry about, hehe.

*

"Are you an idiot?" Draco threw the knife and fork on the table violently, and the fork made a crisp sound as it hit the china. "Didn't your Muggle parents teach you table manners?"

Hermione gave him a cold look, her face dangling in front of her, the expression on her face seemed to have taken some irritant potion.

"I'm so sorry." She said, "Our family of three likes to squeeze in a small table to eat casually."

She tapped the table knives of different sizes on the table with her fingers, and rubbed the big and small goblets on the side with her fingertips: "So I really can't learn how to eat this kind of table knife, fork and semicolon." Come... for me, one is enough."

Her eyes were ironic, as if to say that your pretentiousness is ridiculous. "Also, don't talk about my parents like you didn't."

Draco froze for a moment, his gaze was attracted by himself on the opposite side.

The slender eyebrows of "Draco" were slightly frowned, and then raised contemptuously; the mockery in the gray-blue eyes could be seen at a glance; the thin lips curled into a lazy arc; the slender white fingers Against the background of the dark green tablecloth, it is indescribably beautiful.

Draco Malfoy... No, I am really good-looking.

Draco rubbed his chin, then shook his head suddenly, it contained the soul of that Granger!

"You have to learn it for me!" Draco said angrily, he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to be angry, "Aren't you a know-it-all? Aren't you good at learning everything? Don't tell me that you can't even..."

"That's because I have a good brain!" Hermione interrupted him, and then tapped her own head, "But this brain is almost empty, listen, I can make a sound when I tap, this level of intelligence makes me How can you remember so clearly?"

"You!" Draco's face was flushed, and he seemed to want to jump up and beat Hermione hard a few times, his right hand had already drawn out his wand, and the tip of the wand was facing Hermione.

"This is your body," said Hermione slowly.

"..." Draco lowered his hand, he seemed to be about to explode, and his whole face was distorted.

Hermione pursed her lips, seeing that expression on her face... it felt really subtle.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone better: "Then, let's do it again, this time slower, to take care of your poor memory."

"It's your memory."

Draco's hands holding the table knife were tightly balled up: "Well, say whatever you want, as long as my parents don't see it."

Hermione shrugged, pursed her lips and picked up a table knife.

From the moment Draco decided to train Hermione, he took it very seriously.From language arts to dining etiquette, even which sofa to sit on and which posture to sit on have to be handed over.

Hermione was so annoyed that she really wanted to quit.

Draco was even able to get two complete cutlery sets, complete with everything from plates to glasses, with tablecloths and handkerchiefs included, making it as formal as if you were going to a fancy restaurant.

Hermione didn't like it, but the Malfoys didn't like it.

She moved the knife and fork on the plate unhappily, as if there were really vegetables on the clean plate.

"Don't make any noise," Draco yelled from the other end. "It's that knife and fork hitting china. Only rough people make noise."

Hermione pursed her lips, and raised her wrist exaggeratedly, she really wanted to imitate Malfoy's commanding air with a knife and fork.

She waved her right hand in the air, saw Draco stare, and waved again.

"Crack." The table knife fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

Hermione put the fork on the plate and was about to bend over to pick it up.

"Don't pick it up!" Draco yelled anxiously. "Don't pick up the cutlery even if you drop it. Such behavior is very cheap. There will be house elves giving you new cutlery, you just have to wait."

"..." Eating a meal is like acting in a play, and I am also drunk.

The author has something to say: give me more! ! !

Hehe, the latter paragraph is to write about the high status of the Malfoy family, so that Draco can drag it now.