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

Draco looked into those brown eyes, full of sincerity.

"Perhaps...not at all." Speaking of this, Draco was a little hesitant, which is rare. After all, if you want to maintain the glory of a pure-blood family, it may be really difficult to find the right person, not to mention, everything is still unknown now.

"Malfoy, are you and Parkinson not together?" Hermione asked, forgive her nature as a girl, she would be interested in Slytherin gossip.

Draco shook his head casually, and leaned against the back of the sofa. Obviously, he was a little tired when talking about this, "I and Pansy are about the same as you and Red Hair?" It was very annoying for Ron to have something in common besides pure blood.

"Granger, you look like my mother now. Of course, I'm not talking about the looks, but the feeling. Every time I go home, my mother will ask me if there is a girl I like." Draco shook again Shaking his head, with the little hair on his head, "You have to know that sometimes the choice of the heir of a pure-blood family is not a question of whether he likes it or not, but whether it suits him or not."

Hermione also sat on the sofa and shrugged, "I'm very honored that you think I'm like your mother. But to be honest, it's really hard for me to understand your insistence on pure blood. However, for things you don't understand , I have no right to comment." Hermione patted her chest, as if she had escaped, "Fortunately, I'm only of Muggle blood, so I don't need to marry my own happiness... Is it a marriage?"

Draco sneered, "Do you think that just being a pure-blood wizard is eligible to marry the Malfoy family?" He raised his chin, "You have no idea how popular the heir of the Malfoy family is among pure-blood wizards. Besides The pure-blood wizards around you are all Weasley and Longbottom, so you naturally cannot understand how powerful the magical power of the offspring of the combination of pure-blood wizards is under normal circumstances."

"Oh, come on, Malfoy," Hermione was annoyed when she saw Draco's "because I'm a pure-blood, so I'm powerful" look, "You have powerful magic? Then you can't pass me every time." !"

Draco forced a smile, "I can't compare with a nerd like you, if I spend all my time studying, do you think you are still my opponent?"

"So you've been ranked second just because you want to find trouble for Gryffindor?" Hermione was really unforgiving when her teeth were sharp.

"..." Draco was a little speechless by Hermione's words. He thought carefully about his childhood. Apart from learning to write papers, he was indeed either looking for work for Gryffindor or on the way to find work for Gryffindor. .He really wanted to go back and beat himself up when he was a child, but he kind of missed the self who was backed by his father and was unscrupulous and domineering in Hogwarts.

"Hahahahaha" Hermione laughed, very happy, like showing her front teeth.

Draco looked at Hermione who was laughing heartily, "Speaking of which, when did your front teeth return to normal? Could it be the second year, I will use the front teeth competition stick on you, and then you will sneak in when you go to Madam Pomfrey Shrink back a little more?"

"Hic." Hermione choked again.

This time Draco smiled.

"Okay, Granger, it's getting late, I'm going to bed." Draco stood up and stretched his waist, "Well, thanks." He pointed to his little dick, "And , if you want to know why we have this insistence on pure blood, you can read more about the book I lent you."

Hermione nodded, "Good night, Malfoy."

"Good night, toothless nutria."

After October, the weather in the UK starts to get bad, with few sunny days and mostly foggy weather.The same goes for the day wizards and wizards from their third year onwards are allowed to go to Hogsmeade.

On this day, the weather was even worse, in addition to overcast clouds, there was also a cold wind.

"My God, should we go back?" Hermione covered her face with a scarf to resist the knife-like cold wind. She now misses the warm fireplace in the lounge and envies her wearing an apple headband when she went out this morning. Draco with his gold-rimmed eyes, sitting in front of the fireplace reading with a cup of coffee and wishing her a good time.

"After we go to Honey Dukes in a while, we'll go to the Three Broomsticks and drink some butter beer to warm up before going back," Harry said loudly.

Ron nodded sharply beside him, because he was afraid that the amplitude would be too small to see the movement in the scarf at all.And his girlfriend, Lavender, chose to hide in the common room because of the bad weather outside.Ron also wanted to go to Honeydukes to buy some candy for Lavender.

Even Hermione had to say that Ron really grew up after falling in love.She glanced at Harry secretly, with a hint of resentment.

Due to the really bad weather today, the Three Broomsticks is even more crowded than usual.However, this environment is just right for three people who want to discuss some issues.

"Close your ears and listen." Harry waved his wand.

"Is this the little spell of the 'Half-Blood Prince' again?" Hermione asked, she always felt that the Half-Blood Prince might not be a good person.

"Yeah, yeah, I think it's very useful." Harry now thinks that 'Half-Blood Prince' is really a good teacher and helpful friend. Not only did he excel in Slughorn's Potions class, but he also has many very practical little spells. "This is a little spell that prevents people around us from hearing what we're saying. We tried it in the common room, and it works really well!" Harry emphasized again.

"And you checked it too, it's an old Potions textbook that someone else used, not something like a diary," said Ron.

"Okay, okay," Hermione said helplessly to her friend, and she did check.

Ron brought over the butterbeer they ordered tremblingly, and the three of them gathered together to listen to Harry explain what Professor Dumbledore had taught him.

"What?" Hermione tried to control her expression not to be too exaggerated, "So the diary of the second grade is Voldemort's Horcrux?"

"Horcrux? What is a Horcrux?" Ron looked blank.

"Professor Dumbledore said that he split his soul through killing, and attached this small piece of soul to other objects, and that other object is the Horcrux." Harry explained.

"So... if there are still Voldemort's Horcruxes in the world, then it's useless to kill Voldemort, he can still live in other states?" Hermione covered her mouth, "That's why Voldemort is dead, But the reason why he can be resurrected?" Hermione's eyes were full of horror.

"That's right," Harry nodded, "but we need to know how many Horcruxes Voldemort made in total. Only by destroying the Horcruxes can we really kill him." Harry scratched his head, and this was also a problem that both Dumbledore and him were troubled with. "So, Professor Dumbledore gave me a task to paraphrase Professor Slughorn."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "It's not easy, you are his favorite student now!"

Hermione glanced lovingly at her simple-minded friend, doubting Lavender's eyes again. "If it were really that simple, Professor Slughorn would not have deliberately erased that memory."

"That's right." Ron scratched his head.

"We'll help you find a way, Harry," said Hermione, "Let's go back, we can't think of a good way to stay here."

So, the three of them returned to Hogwarts Castle with difficulty against the cold wind that had begun to blow small snowflakes.

After doing my homework in the lobby for a while, it was time for dinner.

Hermione looked up at the teacher's table, but Professor Dumbledore was not there again, "Maybe the professor is looking for Horcruxes again," Hermione thought.Then she scanned the Great Hall, saw the Slytherin table, and realized "Huh? Malfoy and Crabbe aren't there either?"

At this moment, Draco and Crabbe were in the Slytherin common room, in the private room that had been saved for him even though he had gone to live in the chairman's lounge.

Draco sat back in the chair, just an ordinary chair with a back, but it made him feel like a throne.He frowned, looking at Crabbe standing in front of him.

"If I hadn't come back today and discovered your behavior in time, do you know what kind of punishment you would be punished?"

Crabbe scratched his neck, "How could I be punished? I have already planned it. Anyway, the necklace was taken back by Gryffindor. Regardless of whether it can be in Dumbledore's hands or not, even if it can be in Potter's hands." There is enough for him to eat a pot."

"Idiot!" Draco picked up the book in his hand and threw it on Crabbe. "Let's not talk about how you plan to take out this cursed opal necklace, just say that you are stupid to use the Imperius Curse." Draco really didn't expect that someone would be so stupid You Da, "Do you think your magic power is so profound? If the Imperius Curse fails and someone sees who you are, let alone me, even Professor Snape can't protect you!"

Crabbe yelled, "So what if you get kicked out of Hogwarts! Anyway, I don't think Hogwarts will last long! Aren't you going to fix it soon!"

Draco wanted to blow the head of the little friend in front of him to see if it was filled with troll booger. For the first time, he wondered if it was right for him to tell the trusted Slytherin part of his plan.

"Crabbe, watch your mouth, as long as the Dark Lord's wish is not fulfilled for a day, you will have to stay in Hogwarts for a day in peace." Draco looked at Crabbe with cold eyes, "If you let me know If you act on your own, you have no good fruit to eat. Don't force me to give you a favor."

Crabbe shut up now.

"You also reminded Goyle that nothing can be done without my permission, you know?" Draco repeated solemnly, "Anything."

Crabbe nodded.

After seeing Crabbe nodding, Draco slowed down his tone, "It's good to succeed in these things you think, but if you fail to expose us and destroy the Dark Lord's plan, I think, his You can't bear the anger."

Crabbe shivered, "I know Draco, this matter is my fault."

"Okay, let's go to dinner quickly, don't show any clues, I was just looking at your homework today, I forgot the time, so I went late. If anyone asks me, just say I went back to the chairman's lounge, remember? ?”

"remember."

Draco watched Crabbe carefully close his door, put his hand on his forehead, "Is my choice really the right one?" He asked himself, and then thought of the unshaven father in Azkaban and the haggard father Mother, he gritted his teeth, "My choice must be correct!"

He rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the Dark Mark on his left arm, his eyes were cold.

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