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

"I think people are just passing by, so there's no need to be so desperate." Hermione whispered, being careful not to step on Ron's feet.

"No! Hermione, now that Malfoy's father is in prison, there's no way Voldemort will let the Malfoys go!" Harry said firmly, "And I'm sure he and his mother don't want to do anything good today!"

Ron nodded, "Harry is right, maybe Malfoy already has the Dark Mark on his arm!"

"They're in Knockturn Alley!" said Hermione, trying to ignore a little disappointment in her heart. "Maybe I really misread it just now. How could Malfoy go to the Weasley Brothers' shop? Borgin Burke was where they went."

"Come with me," said Harry, tugging at Hermione and Ron, "I saw them go to Borgin Burke, and we climbed onto the roof!"

The three crept to the roof.

Harry shook his head, "No, I can't hear what's being said." Through the lifted bricks and tiles, only Draco's back and what Mr. Bork was saying, while Narcissa stood at the door holding Wand looked out warily.

10 minute later.

"I swear to Merlin, Malfoy definitely already has the Dark Mark. Did you see him roll up the sleeve of his left arm? They Death Eaters all have the Dark Mark on their left arm!" Ron said Talk while walking.

The three of them had already taken off the Invisibility Cloak and returned to Diagon Alley from Knockturn Alley.

"That's right!" Harry nodded, "He's definitely threatening Mr. Burke with the Dark Mark!"

Hermione forcibly suppressed her palpitations and said, "Malfoy is still underage, even if Mr. Malfoy entered Azkaban in their family, there are still Bellatrix Lancetrange and Narcissa Malfoy. An adult, how could it be Malfoy's turn to be a minor!" Although Hermione said she didn't believe it, she also knew in her heart that Malfoy might really have that ugly and evil Dark Mark.

"Hermione, you think too well of Voldemort and Malfoy. Let's not talk about how crazy Voldemort is. Malfoy may not be so proud to have the Dark Mark now!" Ron said.

"Ron Weasley! Where have you gone again!" Mrs. Weasley's hysterical voice sounded.

"Oops!" Ron shrank his neck, "Mom will definitely scold me again!"

Harry stepped forward at this time and stood in front of Ron. After all, he knew that Mrs. Weasley would not scold him. "Mrs Weasley, we..."

"Come on, Harry, stop making excuses." Fred appeared behind Mrs. Weasley.

"We know you're out, it's our store after all," George went on.

"Mom is going crazy."

"Almost knocked down Diagon Alley."

"Hagrid and Daddy are out looking for you."

"You may have nothing to eat at noon!"

The Weasley brothers looked at each other tacitly, "Oh, our poor brother Ron!" George winked at Harry, "But Harry and Hermione can rest assured, we can provide you with lunch."

"Molly, we didn't find Harry. Hagrid said they might go to Knockturn Alley." Mr. Weasley and Hagrid walked into the shop with anxious faces.

Molly glared at Ron, "It's okay honey, Harry and the others are back."

"Thank goodness," Hagrid squeezed past the Weasleys, "as long as you're all right, I just said that Harry and the others are so old, how could they walk around randomly, they must have something to go out."

Harry gave Hagrid a grateful look.

"Okay, Molly, it's getting late and we should go home and pack the children." Mr. Weasley patted Molly on the back, and pushed Molly out of the Weasley brothers' shop. "Children, Daddy trusts you to keep yourself safe." Mr. Weasley turned to the Weasley brothers standing by the door.

"Of course Dad," Fred and George nodded together, "after all we both know how neurotic Mom is right now."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny waved to the Weasley brothers with a smile, and followed them out of the shop. "Brothers are always like that, they're awesome," Ginny sighed.

Ron glanced at the signboard of the magic workshop, "Yeah, they are really good."

As usual, after passing through platform nine and three-quarters, I saw the Hogwarts Express train whimpering and steaming.As usual, the three of Hermione sat in the same box.

"Do you want me to go to Slytherin's compartment? I think Malfoy will show off to his friends that he officially became a Death Eater. We will definitely know something about Voldemort." Harry said. Opened a chocolate frog and bit off its head in one bite.

That's right, the other colleges were mixed in the carriages, only Slytherin, because of their status as pure-blood nobles and the small number of people, occupied the entire carriage.

"Our family has been advocating for a train dedicated to Slytherin or simply allowing us to go back to Hogwarts the way we are used to, and almost succeeded when Phineas Nigellus Black was Headmaster Well, it's because Slytherins didn't make up the majority of the school board at the time, and other old stubbornes said that we should follow the tradition since the founding of the school, and the founders didn't want to see the whole school start competing from the train, and finally just for us An exclusive compartment was provided." Draco Malfoy, who was still a freshman at the time, said to Crabbe and Goyle, "My dad said that if I can take the No.1 exam this year, then Slytherin will take After winning the House Cup, I re-proposed to the school council to open an express train for Slytherin. After all, I can smell the poverty of the Gryffindor group and the stupidity of Hufflepuff sitting here. "

But now they are in the sixth grade, and Slater still does not own the express that belongs to Slytherin alone, and the former school manager, Mr. Malfoy, has also been thrown into Azkaban.

"That's for sure," Ron threw a Bibi Bean into his mouth, "Ugh, it smells like booger." After quickly stuffing a piece of Bubblegum into his mouth, Ron continued, "I You can imagine Malfoy proudly showing Crabbe and Goyle his Dark Mark with his nostrils up."

"Ron, you..." Hermione was about to say something.

The door of the box was pulled open suddenly, "I don't know when you, poor man, have such a rich imagination." Following the familiar drawn-out voice, the one who entered the box was the familiar Leng Xianger.

"Doesn't Malfoy forget to wear perfume at any time?" Hermione, who was suddenly distracted for a second, thought, "Girls don't guarantee that they smell of perfume all the time, do they?" Della suddenly appeared in Hermione's mind. The scene of Coe solemnly taking out the perfume bottle and spraying himself with perfume before setting off to find something about Gryffindor almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hermione's own distraction didn't stop Harry and Ron from standing up and picking up their wands after seeing Draco.

"Okay, okay Potter, put away your wand, I don't want to fight with you," Draco entered the box, "I'm here to find this...Granger." Draco said while He glanced at Hermione indiscriminately, frowned, and thought, "Is this Granger out of his mind? Why are you laughing?"

Yes, even if Hermione couldn't help laughing because of her brain, she couldn't prevent her smile from twitching the corner of her mouth, but neither Harry nor Ron noticed.

"Me?" Hermione recovered, frowning.

"That's right, it's you Mudblood." Draco said lazily, "Excuse me, come with me."

"We won't let you take Hermione away! Who knows what you want to do!" Ron couldn't put down his wand when he heard that, and even took a step forward.

Draco stretched his hands into his arms, "You think I'd like to be in the same room with a mudblood? I'm standing here now, and I feel like I'm going to be suffocated to death by the smell of poor ghosts and mudbloods," he took out a letter , "Dumbledore asked me to come." He sent a levitation spell to Hermione, "Look for yourself. But hurry up, don't waste my time."

Harry and Ron moved closer to Hermione, who opened the letter.

"Dear Miss Granger, please come to the front compartment of the car with Mr. Malfoy to find me, please trust me and Mr. Malfoy, please?" - Albus Percival Folfric brian dumbledore

Harry's eyes widened, "It was indeed written by Dumbledore! Why did he come on the train but he was looking for you and Malfoy!"

"Did Dumbledore take the wrong medicine?" Ron said more directly, "Why didn't he look for Harry but this stinky white glaze!"

"Ron!" Hermione glared at Ron, "Can you say that about Professor Dumbledore?"

At this time, another line appeared on the letter: I hope Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley can understand.

"Damn it, Hermione, hold your wand!" Ron said as he glared at Draco, "Malfoy, if you dare to bully Hermione, Harry and I will never forgive you!"

"Oh." Draco chuckled, and glanced at Ron, "Let's go, Mudblood, oh no, Miss Granger, I have to get used to calling you Granger as soon as possible, so that the old man in Dumbledore won't I slipped my mouth in front of me.”

Hermione nodded to Harry and Ron, and followed Draco out of the box door.

The two walked in tandem, and every time they passed a box, if a student happened to look out, his eyes would widen.

"What's wrong?" A first-year freshman asked the old students in the same carriage, "Why do you all look so surprised?"

"Merlin's beard, that's Malfoy and Granger, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, two deadly enemies can walk together so peacefully, no matter what the reason is, it's enough to surprise us!" Hufflepuff's senior touched the first year's little head and explained.

"But I think their backs look quite harmonious." The new student muttered softly, "Even... there is a little bit of a match."