[HP] love

After reviewing in the library until noon, she was kicked out by Mrs. Pince in the name of closing the library.Walking to the long table in Slytherin, he found an empty seat next to Allen and sat down.Lunch had already been placed on the long table, and the Slytherins still maintained an elegant posture, picky about the food at Hogwarts.

"Hill, I have some good news for you." Alan saw Hill sit down and asked for a glass of milk for him. "Now our magic mirror of love has become the treasure of the store! You don't know that those little French girls are crazy I heard that there will be a queue to buy it!"

"Oh, this is really good news." Hill was also very happy when he heard that, he even stuffed two pieces of chicken that he didn't usually eat into his mouth.

"Just wait to get rich!" Allen was happy, but he didn't forget etiquette.

"I have a new idea. I will study it carefully during the holidays, and it should be completed soon." Hill thought for a while, and decided to tell his plan.

"Merlin, Hill, you are a genius!"

Before Allen could fully express his admiration, a large group of owls flew in from outside the door, and for a while the whole hall was filled with the sound of flapping wings.Hill found that his own John was also among them, and it was hanging steadily at the end of the owl team and flew towards him.

Somewhat surprised, he took the letter tied to John's paw. Hill touched its wings, and fed John some bread crumbs with the bread on the table.John tilted his head and rubbed against the palm of his hand before flying away calmly.More than half a year has passed, and the indifference between him and John is no longer there. Now Hill really regards it as his pet, and will make small troubles for it every now and then.

He opened the letter in his hand, frowned after just a glance, lowered his eyes, and quickly stuffed the letter into the handbag, pretending to continue eating as if nothing had happened, but Alan still saw that his expression seemed to be sad face.Although he wanted to know why, asking* was something Slytherin would never do, so Allen had to look at Hill with worried eyes and didn't speak.

After dinner, Hill bid farewell to everyone and returned to the dormitory. After sitting by the bed, he took out the letter in the handbag and read it silently.The letter was from his father, Mr. Bailey Stoker, and the words and sentences were very much in keeping with his character, both in style and in coldness.

It's more like a note than a letter.First use a paragraph to condemn Hill for being restless in school, and let him dispel the idea of ​​getting close to the young master Malfoy. His owner is already a little dissatisfied.Then he explained in a few words what he was going to continue to do during the holiday - Mr. Malfoy's pet.

Hill curled his lips after reading it, and smiled sarcastically.He knew that it was impossible for his honorable father to write about trivial matters in the letter, and condemnation and orders were necessary topics in the note.He read the clear letter again, and laughed to himself, it seemed that Mr. Malfoy was dissatisfied with his interaction with Draco, and had already expressed this dissatisfaction to his pet.If he didn't pay attention, or if he got so close to Mr. Malfoy again, then he would definitely lose something.

Leaning his body back, Hill lay on the bed.Looking at the dark green curtain, he sighed.He never thought about getting anything from Draco, and never took the initiative to communicate with him, but this level of communication has already made his boss pay attention, so it seems that there is no need to continue.After all, I don't have the strength to have this kind of friendship yet, do I?

It's just a pity for Draco's kindness.Hill closed his eyes, and a trace of sadness suddenly spread in his heart.

At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened.Knowing that Allen must be back, Hill didn't get up.

"I never knew that Stoke could be so lazy in the dormitory." Some sarcastic tone came from the voice of a child, and the arrogant tone could be seen at a glance.

Hill turned over and sat up immediately when he heard it, and whispered in surprise: "Malfoy, why did you come in?"

"I brought him here," Allen leaned out behind Draco, "He said he has something to ask for you."

Looking at Draco's face in doubt, he found that the other party coughed a few times in embarrassment, and then lifted his chin pretending to be elegant: "My father has sent a letter." After only saying such a sentence, he used Looking at Hill from the corner of the eye, he seemed to want to see his reaction.But Hill still looked at him suspiciously, and Draco widened his eyes angrily, "Did you forget that I wrote to my father the day before yesterday, and you were mentioned in it!"

"Oh, yes, so what then?" Hill was still a little puzzled, he thought that Lucius forbade his little dragon to make friends with him, and he had already written to tell him!He quietly waited for the other party to inform him of the news.

"My father said," Draco's face suddenly turned red, and the pink color made him a little younger, "making friends is my own business."

"What?" Hill didn't understand.

Draco gave him an annoyed look, "Idiot!" He growled softly, glared at Hill, turned around and prepared to leave.When he reached the door of the dormitory, he seemed to think of something and turned his head again: "From now on, you can call me Draco!" After saying this, Draco opened the door and left without looking back.

Hill stared at the closed door dumbfounded, and remained silent for a while.Allen had already laughed and fell on the bed: "It seems that we Xiaolong really like you!"

"What nonsense?!" Hill glared at him.Allen ignored his anger, and instead stared at him jokingly, with an expression of 'I really didn't realize you were so popular', which made Hill feel extremely helpless.

It wasn't until Allen walked out of the bedroom door that Hill felt relieved.In the current state, if there are other people around, I always feel that I can't control my expression.

In fact, he understood what Draco meant, and when he heard that sentence, he was really grateful in his heart.Hill has always been a loner. Except for Allen, no one has ever extended a hand of friendship to him. He also thinks this is a normal state.It can be said that he never expects this extravagantly. He has a clear goal and will never let anything distract him until he achieves his goal.

In fact, he understood that this was all caused by his own inferiority complex.That's right, he was Hill Stoke, a person who seemed to be indifferent to everything on the outside, but deep down he hid a deep inferiority complex.He didn't want to admit it, but whenever he was alone and didn't have to pretend to be proud, this feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, and even his whole body felt trembling.

But today, Draco...

Thinking of Draco, Hill's heart suddenly softened, and his eyes became much gentler.He believed that Draco's genuineness to his friendship, the honesty of that proud asshole's child, really had to be pleasing.It's a pity that I am destined not to have the blessing of being friends with him... Maybe, after a few years, he can completely get rid of the control of the family and Lucius...

Thinking of Lucius' tone, Hill quietly lowered his eyes.It turned out that the boss is also a hypocrite. On the one hand, he told Draco that he could make friends at will, maintaining his superficial image of a loving father; on the other hand, he warned himself through Mr. Stoke not to lose sight of his identity.Such a careful and proper arrangement is worthy of being a leader in the aristocratic circle!

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, this obvious differential treatment still made Hill feel a little chilled.He secretly clenched his fists, this kind of uncontrollable life really can't go on any longer!

By the time Hill walked out of the dormitory, he had become that low-key and calm Slytherin again.Seeing that there was no Draco among the juniors who had returned from get out of class, Hill couldn't help asking Zabini in surprise, "Where's Malfoy, why didn't he come back?"

"He's off to prepare for tonight's confinement," Zabini replied nonchalantly.This boy has become the most popular Slytherin in the school since he entered the school. He has made several girlfriends from other houses, and even one of them is Gryffindor. "If you want to find him, just wait until the curfew, and he will probably be back by then."

Nodding, Hill stopped talking, he didn't want others to feel that he cared about Draco.After thinking about it, I took out the textbook on the history of magic hair and read it. No matter what the purpose is, having a good grade is definitely the basic condition.

Zabini looked at Hill, thought for a moment, sat down beside him, and stared at Hill's face with those electric eyes for a long time, until the other party raised his head in embarrassment. Only then did he look away.

"Is something wrong?" Hill asked suspiciously.

"Oh, it's nothing, your surname is Stock, right?" Zabini looked a little embarrassed.

"That's right." Hill nodded, still looking at the other party with doubts.

"I mean, it's nice to meet you." Zabini has relaxed his expression, not as nervous as before.He looked at Hill and smiled, "I think we'll get to know each other soon."

"I don't think so." Hill felt a little baffled, "If you care about Malfoy, then there's no need, we're not friends."

"What's none of his business?" Zabini asked strangely instead, "So, you still don't know?" Seeing Hill's bewildered face, he rolled his eyes helplessly, "Okay, from now on you will I will know." After speaking, he greeted a girl who had just entered the common room, and the two left together.