The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

The Gryffindor lounge is always very lively during the lunch break. The children of the lower grades let the mace fly around the room, and the first grade girl who was almost bitten into her braid cried, and Katie Bell was comforting her .There are also children who are writing hard. At first glance, they look very similar to the previous Hermione, and they are probably a school bully again.

As soon as Hermione climbed into the lounge, she saw a flying saucer flying in front of her eyes. Hermione took a deep breath, "The flying saucer is coming!" She grabbed the flying saucer in her hand, turned around and poked Ron's nose following behind. On the tip, "Ron, how can such a prohibited item be in the common room! You prefect...really!" Hermione's chest heaved in anger.

Ron saw that he quickly snatched the flying saucer into his hands, "Who brought this in! It's confiscated!" lest Hermione teach him a lesson.

"There, there, Hermione," Harry said, pushing Hermione to sit on the cushions at the small table by the fireplace, which was the usual place for the three of them to discuss issues. "Aren't you curious about what Dumbledore taught me in class, and now I'm going to give it to you because no one else can hear it because of the chaos!"

Hermione glared at Ron, sat down, and kept saying, "Ronald Weasley, if I find out about this situation again, instead of deducting points from Malfoy, I will deduct points from you myself." Divide!"

Ron looked at Harry and shrank his neck, "Okay, I get it, Harry, let's talk!"

Hermione also turned to look at Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and began to slowly tell about the memory that Dumbledore showed him involving Voldemort's life experience.

In the afternoon, both Harry and Ron went to the Quidditch pitch, and Hermione was still sitting on the cushion, thinking about what Harry said, "So, what does this have to do with the fight against Voldemort? The Gaunt family of Lytlin's blood, the father is a Muggle, a child born through a love potion. This can explain his obsession with pure blood, and because of the fact that he is half-blood, he will want more urgently Recognized by pure blood, and at the same time, I don't want to admit the Muggle blood in my body. And this is because he lacked the love of his parents when he grew up, so his character is so distorted?" Hermione guessed, but it was just Saying it in your heart, you can't say it, "But what's the use of Dumbledore telling Harry this?"

Hermione knocked on the table and sighed again, "These two boys! Is Quidditch really that fun! Does Voldemort have to stand aside in front of Quidditch?"

After dinner in the evening, leaving her homework to her two friends who were drenched in sweat after practice, Hermione returned to the chairman's lounge. After all, the chairman of Hogwarts was responsible for patrolling.Thinking that she was going to patrol with Draco again, Hermione had a headache and a sore throat, so she quickly drank a large glass of water, so as not to lose herself if she quarreled with Draco on patrol. down into.

Standing on the tower, Dumbledore looked at the two little black figures below. After patrolling the playground, he returned to the castle, laughed twice, and said to the people around him, "Severus, you Look, Gryffindor and Slytherin can live in peace." Snape was very troubled by the headmaster's performance of pretending not to see the two people and wishing to stay away from them, and holding his wand in his hand and ready to cast a spell at any time. , with a cold face, "You are right, principal."

"Severus, Voldemort is becoming more and more dangerous, and the school is not that safe. They are still children and need the protection of adults." Dumbledore said, seeing what Snape wanted to say, he raised his hand Stopped him, "I will be away from school often, Snape, you have to protect them. Remember what you promised me."

Snape could only nod, and took out a portable flagon, "It's time for you to drink your medicine, Headmaster."

Dumbledore frowned, and took out a lemon sherbet, "Severus, your medicine is always so bitter."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Snape replied.

Chairman's lounge.

"Oh come on come on Malfoy, you're always so mean!" Hermione blushed, but angrily. "Although I'm not good at Quidditch, I also know that the side that catches the Snitch will almost win, and Harry is the best Seeker!"

Draco also had blood on his face, which was rare, and of course he was angry. "Didn't Professor McGonagall tell you not to express your opinions on areas you are not familiar with! If a team has a Seeker, then why do you need a team!"

"Then you can't say that Gryffindor will lose! Gryffindor will definitely win!"

"Oh, if you don't believe me, let's wait and see. Regardless of whether the goalkeeper is the red-haired one or not, the Gryffindor Quidditch team led by Potter will never win against Slytherin."

Who would have believed that the two people who usually don't talk when they meet each other would be arguing in the chairman's lounge with red faces.Hermione and Draco finished their harsh words, went up their respective stairs without looking back, and slammed the door.

"This Granger!" Draco sat on the bed, "I can't believe she would fight with me over Quidditch and Weasley?? Did I take the wrong medicine?" Draco propped his head , "But if Weasley really becomes Gryffindor's keeper, Slytherin can celebrate the victory in advance."

"Tuk tuk tuk", Draco looked up and saw his own eagle owl knocking on the window, "Arnold!" He hurried over to put the owl in, "Did mom write to me?"

Arno raised one foot, with a post box attached to it.Draco took out the rolled parchment from it, unfolded it, and there was nothing on the parchment. Draco put his hand on the parchment, whispered a spell, and then took it away, and saw Narcissa's familiar handwriting.

dear draco,

See Principal.

Everything is fine in Malfoy Manor. I went to see Lucius a few days ago and he is fine. You know, Azkaban is not so scary without the dementors.He was very happy to hear that you became the president of the student union, and even wanted to give you the owner's ring directly. I think he might be overly excited, you must know that you are not yet an adult.

That person was very happy when he found out, he said he saw the right person, and you really deserve a great job.I asked him if he could get your father out, and he said that Lucius did something wrong and needed to be punished in Azkaban, you are better than your father.But, you are just a child.

You must pay attention to safety, the Malfoy family will always have your backing, and so will your mother.

Don't worry about me, I'm fine.No need to reply.

Love your mother

Narcissa Malfoy

Draco closed his eyes, and with a flick of his wand, the parchment caught fire by itself.He believed that only he could see the letter, because Mom had used methods of cloaking messages that only the Malfoys knew.However, he also knew how difficult it was for his mother to deliver this letter, because she was alone in Malfoy Manor, facing those... unspeakable darkness.When Draco thought of Narcissa, he wished he could grow up overnight and be able to protect her mother like his father.

His eyes darkened. That person was in Malfoy Manor, so it couldn't be said that he didn't mean to use his mother as a bargaining chip. He had to speed up his actions. "Fortunately I had an argument with Granger, otherwise it would be hard to go out." Draco put on the cloak and hood while thinking, "The identity of the student council president is really useful." He pulled The door of the lounge was once again hidden in darkness.

On the other side, Hermione returned to her bedroom, "Is Quidditch really that important? Can Malfoy quarrel with me over Quidditch? Is he also sitting on the bed and getting angry?" Hermione thought I was amused by myself, "Don't look at the usual face that always puts on a serious face. He looks like a mature man, but he is actually a boy. I didn't expect Malfoy to be so funny."

Hermione saw the book on the bedside, "There should be the Malfoy family in it, so he is so relieved to let me see the secrets and glory of the Malfoy family?" She picked up the book, thinking of what she had read about Greg The corner of Lanffindor's mouth twitched, "I guess this book is not credible, after all, the writing style is comparable to that of Rita Skeeter."

Hermione rubbed the cover of the book, put it aside, and picked up another ancient rune book, which is the last one, "I'd better read and finish these first, there will be new books to read tomorrow."

When I was in school, the days always passed quickly, and after Hermione finally finished reading the books newly assigned by the professor, Saturday arrived as scheduled.On this day, there will be not only Gryffindor Quidditch trials, but also a small meeting organized by Professor Slughorn in the evening. God knows how surprised she was when she received the invitation, because other people who received the invitation either Has famous relatives, or is famous herself (yes, like Harry), and she's... just an ordinary little Muggle-born witch.If Slughorn knew that Hermione saw him this way, he would be in a hurry to complain. He really cared about fame, but he also looked at wizards with potential, such as Lily Evans back then.

In addition, she had to go to see Hagrid with Harry and Ron, because none of them took his class, and Hagrid hadn't spoken to them for a long time, and even avoided them deliberately in the corridors.Hermione was very uncomfortable, because Hagrid was really a very good friend when he was not a teacher.

When she was going out, she ran into Draco again who was leisurely sitting on the sofa reading a book, "I wish you good luck Granger, I hope Porter can successfully select a complete team, and be even better without getting injured." alright."

"Malfoy, why do you have such an extra mouth!" Hermione said to Draco, and left the lounge.

"Well... If I understand correctly, Granger is saying that if I don't talk, then I have no shortcomings?" Draco smiled, and held a small mirror in his hand, "Dark circles are still It's a bit heavy, it seems that I can't stay up late to work anymore." He cast a radiant spell on himself, stood up and stretched, "I'd better catch up on some sleep, or I'll be watched by Pan Xi at lunch It’s time to yell again.”

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