[HP] Give me back my body

Seventeen

Stepping barefoot on the cold ground, Draco took out the clothes that had been thrown aside, stretched out his hand to untie the clothes that belonged to Granger but were stretched tightly on his body, and changed into his own.

Then pushed open the compartment door.

Before Hermione came out, Draco packed his wand and the flask of Polyjuice Potion, just as Hermione came out.

She was wearing a pair of big shoes, and she took a few steps out of the door awkwardly: "You didn't bring me shoes." Hermione frowned and complained, raising her eyes to Draco.

Draco was a little dazed, feeling like he was looking in a mirror, which was a weird feeling.He stared at Hermione's feet in his shoes, the petite feet in the big leather shoes, revealing the thin ankle and a small patch of white skin on the top of the foot - the contrast between the two colors was so strong that Draco was a little embarrassed Look away.

"Give me the shoes you just wore." Hermione tugged at her skirt, feeling like she hadn't worn a skirt for a long time. She lowered her head, her brown hair covering her face, from Draco's perspective You can see her full forehead and small nose.

"Hurry up! What are you in a daze for?" With no response, Hermione raised her head and glared at Draco, then lifted her foot out of the ill-fitting shoe and stepped on it.

Draco nodded, looking away from Hermione's bare feet, and turned to pull the door of the room he had just been in.But the image in my mind couldn't get rid of it: her round toes and pink nails - Draco would see Granger's feet every day and put on his socks himself, but this Seeing it from time to time is a different and strange feeling, as if it has more visual impact.

He lifted the shoe out, stuffed the sock into the shoe by the way, and handed it to Granger.Turning his back, he forced himself not to watch Granger's movements, not to pay attention to the movement behind him.

"Well, okay." He heard Granger mutter something, and then there was the sound of shoes stomping on the ground.

Draco turned around, and Hermione was combing her hair with her fingers, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her mouth pursed unconsciously.Draco frowned too, watching Hermione's fingers, buried in the brown hair, and then exposed, the tousled hair still knotted.

That feeling was so familiar, he would comb Granger's brown hair in front of the mirror every day - it was disheveled and dry, with complicated knots. At this time, he seemed to connect with Granger's feelings, and she dealt with it. As for the hair, he could also feel the tingling of the scalp when it was suddenly pulled, and the numbness of the scalp when sliding through the smooth part.Draco wished he could rush up and comb his hair instead of Granger.

"Okay, okay." Hermione hid the clothes they took off, then turned around, looked at Draco who was in a daze, she patted Draco on the shoulder: "What are you thinking? We should go Now, time is running out."

Draco came back to his senses all of a sudden, his eyes moved away from the top of Hermione's hair, he licked his lips and prevaricated, "I was wondering what your Polyjuice Potion tasted like."

Hermione shrugged: "Oh, I'm lucky, it probably smells like dark chocolate."

They walked out of the bathroom in a hurry, there were no students in the corridor, and everyone probably rushed to the arena.

Hermione looked around and asked casually, "Where's yours? What's the smell?"

Draco swallowed his saliva and felt his stomach wriggling sadly. He tried his best to get rid of the taste in his mouth, and then pretended to be relaxed, "I can't tell, it's a very unique taste."

"Of course it's unique, everyone's is different." Hermione curled her lips, "I thought yours would be Galleon, it looks golden."

"Well, maybe, maybe." Draco shrugged his shoulders, "I mean, judging from the appearance... No one has eaten Galleon, right?"

Hermione walked very fast, which made her speak slightly out of breath: "I think the smell must be bad, currency is the dirtiest thing - touch it with dirty hands, circulate among all kinds of people, You won't clean it up if it gets dirty somewhere..."

Draco glanced at Hermione depressedly, and said in a bad tone: "Granger, we can still be 'friends' if you don't continue talking." Come clean up.

Hermione didn't reply, she asked in a low voice, "Did you encourage Harry for me, before Professor McGonagall called him out?"

Draco gave Hermione a mocking look: "Why, do you think Potter can't live without you? You look more distraught than him."

"He's my best friend," said Hermione emphatically. "I wish you'd said, I asked you."

"I said it, I said 'Harry, you're going to make it, good luck.' Literally... God, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever said to Potter." Draco said in disgust Grinning his teeth, "I almost hugged him and gave him a blessing kiss with tears in my eyes."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Malfoy."

"Hmph." Draco snorted, so you owe me a lot, and I even made up extra Charms lessons for Potter on your behalf.

Hermione finally found Ron, pushing her way through the excited crowd.

He held onto the railing tightly, as if afraid he'd fall if he let go, and Hermione patted Ron on the shoulder.

Ron turned his head, his face was pale, and he looked as if he was still in shock. In the cold November afternoon, there were still tiny beads of sweat on his forehead: "Hermione, it's a fire dragon, they are going to cross the fire dragon to get the golden egg .”

Hermione nodded. She poked her head and looked at the arena below. Listening to the discussions around her, she realized that she had already missed the first match. Cedric had successfully won the golden egg and ended up with Fleur. Delacour.

She heard Ron mutter tremblingly, "What about Harry, he's only in the fourth year, how can he handle it?" "I should understand him, it's killing him." "I'm such a fool, I actually think he wants to show off."

"You're an idiot." Hermione said over her shoulder.

Ron's face was a little red, he glanced at Hermione awkwardly, and staggered his gaze.

Fu Rong entered the arena, drawing their attention away again.

Hermione felt that she hadn't closed her mouth in several games. She kept screaming, shouting repeatedly, gasping in surprise, and applauding excitedly... During this period, she didn't forget to drink polyjuice potion, medicine When the effect was about to pass, the feeling of bubbling all over her body made her have to turn her attention away from the arena, swallowed a mouthful of compound soup anxiously, and then stared at the huge fire dragon and exclaimed loudly.

It wasn't until Harry came on stage that her voice rested for a while. She was so nervous that she couldn't make a sound. She covered her face with her hands, her eyes poked out from between her fingers, and she looked at the haha ​​who was only a little bigger than the fire dragon on the field in fear. profit.

"The Firebolt is coming." Harry shouted loudly, and the Firebolt circled around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, passed through the sea of ​​people, and reached Harry's hand.Harry kept his eyes on the dragon, put his legs on the Firebolt, and jumped up.

"Great, Harry," Ron exclaimed. "Great idea."

Hermione heard the screams and gasps of the audience around her. She raised her head and searched for Harry's figure in the sky. He was almost invisible, but she felt that he had a good chance of winning.

He seemed to be looking for the golden snitch on the Quidditch field, circling upwards and then descending rapidly, the clumsy fire dragon couldn't keep up with his speed.

Hermione screamed as loudly as everyone else, and she even saw Harry sprint past the dragon's mouth once, almost brushing its huge fangs, and she watched him dodge the dragon's throwing shots again and again. The tails, the spouts of fire, the screams and sighs of disappointment from the audience, who forgot what an awkward fourth warrior Harry Potter was in the first place.

Harry floated above the Hungarian Horntail, flying up and down, provoking the Horntail like a nasty fly.The Hungarian Horntail roared and spread its wings, trying to take to the sky.

At this moment, Harry disappeared as if suddenly disappeared.

"Where did he go?"

"Where?"

……

"He's there!" With a scream, a boy pointed in one direction and shouted, and everyone turned their eyes to the direction he pointed.

Harry was already close to the Horntail's egg, and he swooped down, freeing his hands—"He's got it! He's got it!" Bagman's voice echoed throughout the hall, "Our youngest warrior has succeeded , he is the fastest and the most exciting!"

Shouts and screams, cheers and applause broke out all at once.

Hermione and Ron waved their hands violently towards Harry who was walking towards the exit, and the Gryffindors around were shouting Harry's name excitedly, their voices slowly came together, and the entire arena was filled with their high-pitched and powerful shouts "Harry" sound.

As soon as Hermione grabbed Ron, she huddled down the stage. The others were still waiting to be scored, but it was too exciting and important for them to rush to the back to talk to Harry.

Hermione saw Malfoy's pale blond hair, and she couldn't care less. She and Ron squeezed their way through the crowd, down the steps, across the potholed ground, and around the back of the tent.

"Harry, you're amazing." Hermione rushed into the tent, and she saw Harry sitting on the side at a glance, "Great, really amazing!" Hermione could only keep excited Repeating this sentence, her voice was as excited as her mood, so sharp that it would pierce the roof of the tent.

Ron followed her, saying gravely, "Harry, whoever threw your name into the Goblet of Fire - I - I believe they just want your life!"

Hermione fell silent. She looked at Ron, who was blushing and seemed embarrassed, and Harry, who was blunt. She didn't know what to do, so she just looked at them quietly.She felt her heart beating violently, as if she was even more nervous than watching the game just now. At the same time, she felt that her bones were hurting again, as if her hair had begun to shrink into her scalp.

Hermione ran a hand through her hair, then quickly reached into her pocket and took out the Polyjuice Potion bottle - it was empty.

She gave Harry and Ron a nervous look. They seemed to have reconciled as before, looking at each other and smiling.

Hermione knew that she was running out of time, and she even felt that her clothes were a little tight. She rushed up to them, hugged them, and said, "You two are so stupid." Then she turned and ran out tent.

She even heard Harry say behind her: "Is she crying? That's too much."

Ron responded: "Yeah, she actually asked me to tell you to discuss things with me as much as possible in the future, especially about confidential matters such as Sirius. It is enough for the two of us to discuss."

Hermione wiped her tears as she ran. She really wanted to spend a while with Ron and Harry and chat, but it was too late.

She ran desperately towards Hogwarts Castle, and behind her was the sound of scoring from the arena. She felt that the clothes on her body were getting tighter and tighter, and her chest was shrinking...

Hermione ran faster, and she looked up to see Malfoy standing in the doorway, his hair was a little brown.

"Are you an idiot?" Draco scolded Hermione, he had to lift his trousers in case his rapidly declining waistline couldn't catch them.

Hermione gasped, and she seemed to hear the voice of the thread breaking: "Quick, bathroom."

"It's too late, it's too late." Draco replied violently.

His clothes are getting looser, his nose and mouth are changing, and his heels are about to fall out of his shoes.

Hermione, on the other hand, had her hair quickly pulled back into her scalp, and her shoes were so tight that they were almost swollen.

"Who's that? Filch?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Are you going to lure him here?" Draco wished he could knock Hermione out, they had never felt that Hogwarts was so big.

They were about to meet Filch head-on, and Draco grabbed Hermione's wrist and ducked into the first classroom he saw.

"Huhu——" They stood in the empty classroom and breathed heavily, watching each other's hair and eyebrows change color, their figures raised or lowered, and their clothes becoming more and more ill-fitting.

In an instant, as if the changes they had just seen were an illusion, they returned to their original state.

Draco watched himself revert back to Granger, pale blond hair, pale skin, tall, lanky figure, ill-fitting clothes, check skirts about to burst.

skirt?

skirt?

"Get off me soon!"

"immediately!"

The author has something to say: I think the taste of Xiaolong’s compound decoction is the golden apple of Greek mythology, and the inspiration from the story of my favorite Conan’s "rotten golden apple"... I don’t know what the taste is, Starting from the original book, his compound soup will definitely not taste good.

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