[hp] stay out of it

In late summer, the Hogwarts Express runs from King's Cross.The older graduates stopped boarding the bus, and the vacant seats they left were filled by first-year freshmen.

Children born into wizarding families have known acquaintances before that, among them Harry Potter and Vincent Black are two ordinary boys who are like brothers.Because each other's parents are very close friends, the two families live not far away, and even when Vincent's sister was just walking, Harry had already announced that "she will be my wife in the future".

Of course Harry now categorically denies any hasty proposal.From today onwards, he is a student of Hogwarts, so he naturally has to choose a love partner from girls of the same age, instead of paying attention to little girl movies.

With this decision, Vincent was secretly relieved.Let this grumpy Gryffindor hang out with other girls, his sister is still young.

Speaking of Gryffindor, Vincent's father is from this college, and Harry's parents are also from this college. Judging from the character of Vincent's mother, if she went to Hogwarts, she would probably be Gryffindor. fendo.

Perhaps because he was surrounded by overly enthusiastic people in this circle since he was a child, Vincent was actually a little worried in his heart.He loved the quiet, and couldn't bear to spend the next seven years surrounded by noisy Gryffindors.

Going crazy, he thought, resting his chin, of course, it's not that Gryffindor is bad...but if he had to choose...

"Are you saying that the matter of sorting is absolute?" He kicked Harry.

"what?"

"Can we only follow the advice of the Sorting Hat?"

"I've never heard of anyone being able to choose a college as he pleases."

Vincent sighed.

Harry suddenly jumped up from his seat: "I saw a black-haired girl——Vincent, I think I'm in love with her!"

Looking at it, Vincent is indeed a nice girl. "Are you ready to take action?"

Harry shaved his hair at the other side of the window: "Of course! You don't know that because my dad didn't take the opportunity in the school car for the first time—"

"Okay, let's go." Vincent interrupted him, pushing him out of the box.Over the years, he'd gotten tired of hearing James' tales of his arduous pursuit of Lily.

A few minutes later, Harry returned.

"How? Is she also in the first grade?"

"Her name is Qiu," Harry said with a subtle expression, "she's in the second grade."

Vincent shrugged: "It doesn't matter. Isn't your mother older than your father?"

"She's Ravenclaw." Harry sat down with a serious face. "I'm not sure if I should develop an inter-school romance as soon as school starts."

Vincent rolled his eyes.

Harry went on, "I'm serious. If I could make friends with Gryffindors, I'd certainly—"

"Any extra seats?" Someone knocked on the open door.

"Of course. Sit down." Vincent still propped his head, and lazily agreed, without moving his whole body.

Harry paused, and continued to talk to Gryffindor. The student who came in hesitated for a moment, and closed the door of the box behind his back.

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

"Draco Malfoy."

Harry kicked Vincent.

"Huh?" The latter finally looked away from the forest tree trunks flying backwards outside the train. "What?" He looked up and saw a distant cousin staring at him, the child was as pale as when he was a child.

"Please sit down." Vincent said again.He vaguely remembered that the last time he met the Malfoys was a chance encounter in Diagon Alley three or four years ago.

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter." Out of politeness, Harry introduced himself.Although he had never liked Slytherin, there was no need to speak ill of Vincent's cousin.

Draco gave Harry a slight nod of his chin, and sat on Vincent's side.

After a few seconds, Harry couldn't help asking: "Where are your friends? Don't you know other Slytherins?" He looked at this peer curiously.

"Not yet sorted, Harry," said Vincent.

"But we all know what kind of species we are." Harry grinned, pointing to the lion badge already pinned on the backpack.He gave one to Vincent before, and Vincent kept it in his luggage, but didn't put it outside.

Malfoy leaned back and said nothing.

"Who is making trouble for you?" Vincent asked abruptly.

"what?"

"His luggage is obviously arranged in another box. If it's not that he can't stay in that place, why did he come to us?"

Harry glanced at Draco, but the other party didn't deny it, Harry suddenly smiled: "Vincent, you will definitely add a lot of points to our college after school starts!"

Not necessarily.thought Vincent.

The noise came from the corridor, and Harry opened the door of the box and leaned out to look. "Looks like a freshman," he said, raising his voice suddenly: "Wow, that punch must have hurt." Harry turned his head. "Will there be any friends of yours in there?" he asked Draco.

Draco stuck his head out, showing a puzzled expression.

Crabbe knocked Longbottom against the window.Fortunately the window was closed.

"I warned him," Draco said coldly, going around Harry to the box.

"Hey, you also want to participate? Friendly reminder, I don't think you will increase the chances of winning much. You are too thin." Harry said.

"I don't have that plan." Draco walked forward without looking back, passed Longbottom and Crabbe who were still about to scuffle, then turned into a box, dragged a few salutes and walked back.

"Can I be here with you?" he asked.

Harry scratched his head and looked back at Vincent, as if expecting him to give some reason for his refusal.Vincent shrugged and said nothing, Harry paused for a few seconds, and stepped aside to open the door. "Hurry up." He sighed. "I don't want to be seen hanging out with Slytherins before I start school."

"Could you be a Slytherin?" Vincent turned around, looking at Draco half-seriously.

"I don't think there's much choice here."

"So you want to be a Slytherin?"

Draco paused for a few seconds. "Of course. We're all Slytherins. Pure blood."

"That's it." Vincent nodded, a little disappointed, and turned back again. This time he took out a book and read it, ignoring the conversation in the carriage.

The author has something to say:

If "that boy" in the prophecy was Neville Longbottom...

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I originally planned to collect a thousand and send it out.But these days the card is stuck at 990, so I just sent it like this.

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I was moved by Shuang Jiang and Wu Zhuo's children's shoes. The foreshadowing left behind was for my own entertainment. I didn't expect that someone would really pay attention! ! ToT loves you guys!

Also, thanks buzaizhel for mine.

There is also Xingyun grabbing the sofa.