[HP] love

The Quidditch match has begun.

The Slytherins came to the stadium with all their support to cheer for Hufflepuff. They didn't like Hufflepuff, but they hated Gryffindor even more, especially the savior of Gryffindor.Hill specially prepared a large banner of Cedric Diggory and put it in the sky before the game.

Of course, this is not the main purpose of Slytherin. They came together to watch the Harry Potter jokes, and they couldn't wait to see their headmaster show off his might and kill the savior of Gryffindor under the broom , and Hufflepuff won the final victory.

The game started in the anticipation of everyone. Hill is not interested in Quidditch, but he is cheering for his friends today, so he can't be absent. Just now Cedric waved his hand happily when he saw his banner. It caused a commotion among the Hufflepuffs around him, and it seemed that even Gryffindor on the opposite side was a little excited.

In his heart, he was slandering how much his friends were attracting bees and butterflies, and Hill watched the game casually.Out of the corner of his eye, Draco, with Goyle and Crabbe, was talking to Ron and Hermione in the opposite Gryffindor stand, or in other words, having an extremely unfriendly conversation.Shaking his head, children's things are sometimes really childish.

Concentrating on the game, Hill found that the savior was really nervous today.It was just Professor Snape standing on the edge of the field on a broom for a few seconds, and the pressure of the game was increased a bit out of thin air. Not only Harry, it seemed that even the Hufflepuffs were afraid to make big moves .

"Look at the dean's aura, the savior is as scared as a little mouse!" the prefect Walter, who sat next to him at some point, stared at the sky and said to Hill.

"I think your adjectives are too exaggerated," Hill looked at Harry Potter who was trying to find the Golden Snitch in the sky, and shook his head to deny Walter's slightly biased vocabulary.

"So, Hill, are you going to be the savior's answerer?" Walter looked at Hill jokingly, and the person who was watching rolled his eyes. Since the end of Christmas, Walter has always appeared by his side , and put on a look of 'we are friends', which made Hill extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh my God, what is that!" Allen's voice suddenly rang loudly beside him. Hill looked towards the sky, only to find that all the players had stopped flying, and the savior had already run on the ground.

"What happened?" Hill was a little dazed.

"Merlin's stinky socks! That Harry Potter actually caught the Snitch right in front of the Dean's eyes!" Allen expressed his sense of disbelief incoherently.It wasn't just him, the audience was in an uproar, only the Gryffindor camp burst into extremely loud cheers.Allen found that Draco walked out of the excited Gryffindor head-on, without any of the elated expression just now.

The Quidditch match ended absurdly 5 minutes after it started.

Most of the Slytherins watched the Gryffindor celebration in resentment, and left the Quidditch field in silence.Hill followed the main force, hanging far away. He wanted to go to the Black Lake, where there was a relatively quiet place, which was the base camp for his experiments.

After greeting Allen and Edwin, Hill walked towards his destination.He walked for a few minutes with his head down, thinking about how to perfect his alchemy products, but he was stopped before the place arrived.

"Mr. Stoke, I think you should go back to the common room immediately instead of wandering by the lake." Professor Snape's smooth and sharp voice sounded in his ears, Hill looked up and saw the professor With a gloomy face, he was accompanied by Professor Quirrell who followed suit.

"Professor, I just want to sit by the lake for a while." Hill said a little unwillingly. After so long of labor service, he had developed a certain degree of immunity to Professor Snape's face.Today is indeed early before the curfew time, and I can't fault it if I go to the campus by myself.

"S, S, Stoke, I think Snape meant..." Professor Quirrell interjected beside him.

But before he finished speaking, Professor Snape interrupted him, "I think I don't need Professor Quirrell to teach me to criticize my students." Turning around and looking at Hill again, "I think , Mr. Stock should understand what I mean."

"Yes, professor, I'll go back now." Hill nodded resignedly, and walked towards the large army.When he entered the castle, he looked back, only to find that the two professors had disappeared on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.Shrugging his shoulders, why these two seemingly at odds professors stay together is really not what he should care about.Moreover, he really didn't like that heavy-tasting Professor Quirrell. I heard that he used to teach Muggle studies courses, but luckily he didn't catch up.Because of the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he only needs to not see Professor Quirrell next year, and endure his garlic smell for another three months, which is not unacceptable.

For the next few weeks, a rather eerie atmosphere prevailed at Hogwarts.The Slytherins had already started preparing for the final exam, and even Alan, who seemed to have nothing to do every day, plunged into his books.The only idle college should be said to be Gryffindor. Hill saw the savior smiling brightly at Professor Quirrell several times.

Hill is living a fulfilling life. He only needs to read more about the history of magic hair in the course, and there should be no major problems in other subjects.So he spent all his energy on his magic mirror.After three weeks of hard work, he finally made the final product.The gorgeous and low-key pattern makes the whole mirror look extraordinarily aristocratic, and you can feel that it is indeed valuable when you hold it in your hand.

Hill tried to import his own magic power, but what surprised him was that no one else appeared in the mirror, it was like an ordinary mirror, showing Hill himself clearly.This made him a little frightened, thinking that the experiment had failed, he hurriedly redid a few sides and showed it to Alan and Edwin for the experiment, the reaction of the two people was also quite strange, Alan yelled and blushed, Edwin Wen just put it away silently, and then told Hill, "Your mirror is easy to use."

Hill didn't inquire about other people's meaning, so he didn't ask much, just nodded, and taught Allen the production method, and asked him to recruit people to mass-produce.Allen's shop has opened in France, and as soon as Hill's mirrors are produced, they can be sold immediately, which means that their industry has taken the first step.

"We should give this mirror a name, how about calling it the Magic Mirror of Love?" Although Alan was blushing, he still held it in his hand and couldn't put it down.

"You decide," Hill has never had an idea in this regard, "I just hope that we can get the items as soon as possible. You know, in order to make them, I have very few Gold Galleons left!"

Of course, the love mirror that Hill promised his friends to get was still made by him.Cedric shouted Qiu Zhang's name excitedly, gearing up to pursue her.And Hermione's first reaction when she received the magic mirror of love in the library was to blush, and thanked him shyly and embarrassedly.Even Draco got one, and received it with a haughty face, disliked its name by the way, and then left without looking back.But Hill could still see the excitement of getting the toy in Draco's pretended calm expression.

"You shouldn't have given it to him!" Allen said unbalanced, "At least we lost ten Galleons."

Hearing this sentence, Edwin gave him a strange look, "I don't know, when did you become a money fan?"

"I've always been!" Allen said bitterly.

Hill listened to his complaints with a calm face. For him, this was not a flattering behavior, but because Draco's demeanor had made him feel that they might really have become friends.But it was this friend who caused him trouble the next day.

That night, Hill finished his dinner and nestled in the common room to read a book. His research has come to an end, and the next stage is the harvest stage. take an exam.In the fifth grade, he should prepare for the owl exam. He has never been a particularly smart person, and now he has to start reviewing to ensure his grades by then.

Not long after watching it, Draco walked down the bedroom stairs with a proud smile on his face, "Stoke," he walked up to Hill, "you should thank me!"

Hill raised his head and looked at him with some doubts, "Why, Malfoy?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "I did you a big favor, you have to learn to be grateful."

Hill waited silently for him to continue.

"I have already written to my dad, officially recommended you to him, and mailed the mirror you gave me. Although I have already imported my magic power, I believe there is absolutely no problem for him. He will appreciate it of your ability."

Seeing Draco's posture waiting for praise, Hill's face was stiff, and he didn't speak for a while.He took a deep breath, made his breathing more stable, and said reluctantly: "Then, thank you, Master Malfoy."

"You don't need to be so polite," Draco's proud eyebrows were about to fly into the sky, and he said this seriously, he waved his hand, "Who made us friends, and you are the only one who needs my help!"

Hill felt bitterly that Master Malfoy seemed to regard himself as the object of his helping others, and he tried his best to make friends with him, maybe it was just to satisfy the psychology of helping the weak.Of course, this idea passed in a flash, because he knew very well that Draco really wanted to help, but unfortunately, neither the person asking for help nor the person being helped would be satisfied with this favor.