[HP] love

"Merlin, Hill, I should tell Flint that you have finally accepted his probation and want to participate in the Quidditch match!" Seeing what his roommate took out of the package in surprise, Allen couldn't help but immediately said sighed.

"No, I don't want to join the team at all." Knowing that the broom would attract attention, Hill expressed his composure.

"This is Nimbus 2001!" Looking obsessively at the broom in Hill's hand, Allen felt that life sometimes likes to joke, "It has just been launched, and it is much more advanced than Porter's Nimbus 2000! It is said that manufacturers have increased It has the stability of vertical landing, and has the speed beyond other brooms..."

"Alan! You know, I don't like Quidditch." Hill stopped packing his things and said helplessly.

"Then why did you spend a lot of money to buy this? It's not cheap!" Thinking of Hill's financial resources, Alan felt a little incomprehensible.

"Christmas gift." Hill helplessly interrupted Allen's guess.

"what?"

"I mean, this state-of-the-art broom called Nimbus 2001 was my Christmas present." He had to repeat.

"Oh, big news!" Allen immediately opened his eyes wide when he heard this, and raised his left eyebrow moderately, "I think the beautiful Slytherin boy Hill Stoke should have a lovely And rich suitors!" he said slyly.

Rolling his eyes, Hill decided to ignore him.Although Allen was open-minded when facing his friends, he still possessed the characteristics of Slytherin, and he would not say anything when he left the door of the dormitory.For this, Hill is quite relieved.

Sure enough, when he saw Flint the next day, he didn't ask to see his broom very excitedly, nor did he ask if he wanted to join the Quidditch team, but it was just an ordinary hug, which almost strangled him. Broke Hill's ribs.

"Hill, I have a brand new plan!" Flint had completely lost the depression before the holiday, and he was active again after regaining his vitality.He put an arm around Hill's shoulders, and half pushed him towards the sofa in the Slytherin common room, "We can add a performance cheerleading team, like the Quidditch World Cup, to perform before the game!"

"..." Hill didn't know what kind of reaction he should have, and sat down on the sofa following Flint's strength in a numb manner.

"I thought about it, our cheerleading squad can take on this responsibility..."

Seeing Flint talking about his ideas, Hill was a little confused. Quidditch really has such a great magic power, which makes the usually elegant and reserved Slytherin immediately transform into Gran Fendo?

"Then, we can do this..."

Flint still didn't stop, Hill couldn't help interrupting his words: "But, Flint, what does this have to do with me?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Flint stared at Hill seriously, "You will provide all the props that the cheerleaders hold."

"Then, you just need to tell me what I need."

"..." After a moment of silence, Flint took a step back in embarrassment, "Maybe you are right, Hill. I'll go back and discuss with them, and I'll let you know the result in a few days." After speaking, he quickly evacuated on site.

After seeing off the vigorous Flint, Hill can finally walk out of the common room.After three days of enriching the books in Malfoy Manor, he has a new idea about his alchemy, and now he can't wait to conduct an experiment. If it succeeds, then their products can be produced smoothly.

He went to the Owl House first, mail-ordered shopping brochures for the three Diagon Alley stores, and sketched the materials he ordered.Then I went downstairs leisurely and walked to the library. Although I had a new idea, it still needed to be verified.

On the way to the library, he accidentally saw Draco.Seeing Hill approaching, Draco stopped in his tracks, as if waiting for his approach.

"Thank you for your Christmas present, Malfoy." Hill suddenly remembered the gorgeous brooch, and said with some embarrassment.

"It's nothing." Draco raised his head habitually, his eyes glanced at Hill's face, and he said nonchalantly, "Malfoy has always been kind to his friends."

After staring at Draco's red ears for a few seconds, Hill raised the corners of his mouth happily, this young master Malfoy who has not yet grown up is indeed immature and cute.Hill felt a little pity when he thought that he would grow up like his father in the future.

"So, what about your return?" Draco asked after walking silently for a while, seeing that Hill didn't seem to have any intention of answering.

Hill's face turned red all of a sudden, and his complexion was not very good-looking.He never thought of giving Malfoy a Christmas gift. In his opinion, the two people are too far apart in terms of status and age. Although they had exchanged their lives before, Lucius' warning is still vivid in his memory. . "Sorry, Malfoy..."

"Didn't you return the salute?" Draco stopped, and after looking critically at Hill's face for a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "Then, as compensation..." Speaking of this , he stopped again, as if thinking about something.

"What?" Hill thought about what he could do for Master Malfoy, and asked a little nervously.

As if he had made up his mind, Draco turned his head with a blushing face, and stopped looking at the other party, "As compensation, you will lend me your broom!"

"What?" Hill couldn't help asking again, he even felt that his hearing was not working well, and that's why he had auditory hallucinations.

"I said, your broom, Nimbus 2001!" Draco felt that Hill's expression was extremely stupid, and he repeated himself impatiently, "My dad said, before my second grade, if you want to Use a broomstick, I can borrow it from you."

"..." Hilton suddenly felt enlightened, and he said how could Mr. Malfoy give him a broomstick as a Christmas present. It turned out that Draco wanted it, but he couldn't give it to him directly because of his father's majesty. to myself.The wandering and hesitation of the past few days suddenly disappeared, and he felt a lot more relaxed, but felt a little lost inexplicably, but Hill immediately suppressed his strange emotions, "Okay, I think I can 'borrow' Here it is, go to my dormitory tonight and get it!"

"That's it!" Draco's eyes lit up when he got the answer, and he looked very excited, "I don't know why my dad didn't buy me a broom, even Mr. Stoke I gave it to you, didn't I?" he grumbled as he walked, but anyone could tell that Draco was just talking.

"Maybe it's because you're only in the first grade." Hill followed his footsteps, deliberately ignoring the words 'Mr. Stoke'.

"Yes, yes, you will always use this answer to perfuse me!" Draco looked extremely dissatisfied, "But my dad has promised me that when I joined the Quidditch team in the second grade, I will donate Slytherin Eleven Nimbus 2001."

Seeing the child's unconcealable joy, Hill felt an uncontrollable envy welling up from the bottom of his heart.He has never felt the love of a father, maybe a real father and son should be like Malfoy and his son, maybe...

At the door of the library, the two said goodbye and parted ways.

After the scene just now, Hill was no longer interested in reading. He found a corner and sat down, staring out of the window distractedly, and it happened that the Gryffindor Quidditch team was train.

He saw Harry Potter riding his Nimbus 2000 speeding in the sun, and the smile on his face was clearly visible. He had never smiled like this before. Can Quidditch really make people so happy?He really didn't want to know at all.

"Stoke..." A small voice sounded, interrupting Hill's thoughts.

"Oh, Granger, hello!" Hill greeted the girl next to her, though she startled herself again. "Don't you have classes?" he asked politely.

"Just finished the Transfiguration class." Hermione shrugged, raised the Transfiguration textbook in her hand and signaled, "I want to come to the library to check the information."

"That's right, you really work hard." Hill nodded.

"Do you like Quidditch too?" Seeing Hill staring at the training team outside the window, Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh, no, I'm actually a little afraid of heights." Hill lied expressionlessly.He just doesn't like riding on a broom, but he's not really afraid of heights.

"I actually think playing football on a broom is so stupid. I'm more used to football, oh, it's a Muggle sport." Perhaps because few people agree with her point of view, the happy Hermione sat in the Greek seat "It's just that Harry likes this better, and he's really quite talented."

Not knowing why they were talking about it, Hill smiled politely.

"But he's not in a good mood recently. Maybe you've heard that the Quidditch referee this time is Professor Snape, and he doesn't like Harry very much." Hermione seemed to just want to talk to someone, She didn't care whether Hill answered or not, she said with a sad face.

"I think, I'm a Slytherin too." Hill thought for a while, and finally said this answer.

Hermione seemed to have just realized something, blushing in embarrassment, and looked at him in bewilderment.God knows she never thought of him as a Slytherin, because Hill's temperament was too much like Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff!

"But it's okay." Seeing the little girl's panicked look, Hill couldn't help laughing: "What you said is true, Professor Snape really hates Potter very much!"