[HP] love

When Draco showed up in class with his arm bandaged, it had been a week since Hill had last seen Lucius.Hill felt inexplicably amused watching the little dragon strutting around in front of Gryffindor, especially the savior Harry, bossing them around and teaching them a lesson.He didn't stop Xiaolong from this sport, because in his eyes, such a Draco was extraordinarily cute.

"Hill!" Xiaolong, who soon discovered the other party, immediately put away his haughty expression, leaving behind a group of angry little lions and quickly walked in front of Hill, "You didn't even visit me in the medical wing!"

"Oh?" Hill pursed his lips and laughed, "I don't know who lost his temper when I went to the medical wing last time?"

Draco smiled embarrassedly. He got angry that day when he heard that the savior and his companions wanted to interfere with the sentence of the monster that hurt him. It happened that Hill came to visit him with a gift, so he was innocent. hit the muzzle.

"I apologize to you." Although he pretended not to care, Draco could still see regret in his eyes.

"Okay, it's just a joke." Hill shook his head, and signaled Xiaolong to follow him. They were walking on the way to the hall, and stopping here would easily block the traffic.

Hearing that the other party had forgiven him, Draco's expression became haughty again, "My father said, this time, Dumbledore will definitely give the Malfoy family an explanation, that monster shouldn't be in class! And that guard," he wrinkled his nose and looked disgusted, "I can't believe that Dumbledore actually asked him to teach us!"

Hearing Draco mention his father, Hill's expression froze for a moment, but the Xiaolong who was talking about it didn't notice this, and continued to raise his cute little face and put on a smug expression: "You You know, there is Potions class tomorrow! I can finally toss Scarhead in a fair way!"

What Draco said later, Hill didn't have the mind to pay attention, his thinking was completely occupied by Lucius.Logically speaking, he had made it clear to Mr. Malfoy last time that he didn't expect the two to reach a consensus immediately, but he didn't expect that even if Draco was brought out, the other party's letters would only stop for two days That's all.

When Hill received another letter from Malfoy Manor at the dinner party on the third day, he gave up the idea of ​​persuading him.Fortunately, the other party did not bring up the past again. To his surprise, the letter said more about the mysterious diary besides Hill's physical condition.

It has to be said that Hill couldn't refuse Mr. Malfoy's move.Although he didn't know why he wanted to study or even destroy this important notebook, Hill had to admit that the other party's erudition helped his thinking to a large extent, and many issues that he hadn't considered before were pointed out one by one. There is also a clue to a solution that could not be found before.

But precisely because of this, Hill felt even more conflicted.

"Sill, you didn't listen to me!" Draco spoke enthusiastically all the way, but suddenly realized that his audience had already started to distract, and said a little unhappy.

"Sorry, Draco," retracting his thoughts, Hill expressed his apology to Xiaolong, "Don't forget, you also have Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow."

"Oh my god, that beggar professor, I bet he's a Gryffindor!" Draco wrinkled his nose again, trying to express his dissatisfaction.

Although I don't know whether Draco's guess is correct, it is undeniable that this beggar-like professor won a lot of applause, and even Xiaolong, who has always been picky, kept silent after class and didn't want to talk about it.But for Hill, who is in the sixth grade, a good professor can no longer attract his full attention, and he focuses more on his future career planning.And of course, that damn pendant!

But the children in the third grade should have a very happy life. They have a fresh defense against the dark arts class, a carefree love time, and Hogsmeade... So when Harry passed by him worriedly Hill was very surprised.

"Wait a minute, Potter." He called to stop the little savior. "Is Hermione not with you?"

"Hi, hello, Stoke." Harry was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then smiled a little embarrassedly. "She and Ron went to Hogsmeade, if you ask her, I will pass on."

"Is today a Hogsmeade day? Why didn't you go?" Hill asked a little strangely, and then he noticed that the child's face became even more ugly, and his shoulders drooped. "Did I ask something strange?"

"It's not your fault, Stoke." Harry's expression was unclear, "I didn't get the application form for Hogsmeade."

"Oh, this is really bad." Seeing the listless savior, Hill's heart softened for some reason, "But speaking of it, I didn't go to Hogsmeade in my third year."

The same encounter obviously aroused Harry's curiosity. He looked at Hill suspiciously, and blurted out: "Why? Oh, I mean, won't your father sign for you?"

"Not all fathers sign for their kids," Hill said nonchalantly.

He did not participate in the Hogsmeade activity day in the first year. At that time, the 13-year-old Hill still had a longing for fatherly love, but the reality shattered his fantasy time and time again, until the fourth grade, He only started to gain access to Hogsmeade when he established some kind of connection with Malfoy.

What a ridiculous thing!How could a child have the right to play like this!Perhaps he should also be grateful to Mr. Malfoy who brought him all this...

Thinking about Lucius' face when he knew that what he paid for was actually the right to play in Hogsmeade, Hill was inexplicably amused, and even thought of Hogsmeade, his mood changed.

He patted Harry on the shoulder with an oddly good mood: "Don't be so listless, they'll bring you good food. Maybe you should go back to your dorm now and sleep, or find your favorite How about a chat with the professor?"

The little savior who was encouraged by Hill lifted his spirits a lot. His face was a little flushed, but he smiled. "Okay, Stoker. I think I should go and see Professor Lupine..."

"Oh, this might be a really good idea!" Hill had already seen his friend Alan waving to him at this time, "Then, see you later."

Chatted with Allen about the new gossip about Edwin. It is said that he will not be able to return to the UK in recent years. For some reason, Hill felt a little disappointed.

"Don't think about it, I'll show you something fun!" Alan strode forward with excitement on his face, and Hill had to follow quickly.

"I don't know, this is actually your taste." Hill looked at the big black dog hiding in the corner and growling at them in a threatening manner, not knowing what to say.

"You know, it's very interesting!" Alan was full of curiosity. "The last time I saw it, it was chatting with a cat!"

"Oh, if you can understand their conversation, maybe you know they want you to go away." Hill had some difficulty understanding Alan's thoughts.

"Look, does the expression on his face mean that he is hungry? Don't worry, I brought you something to eat!" Alan took out the dog food from his bag, "I'm going to Hoag today. Maud bought it!"

Hill clearly saw the disgust in the eyes of the black dog.

Sure enough, it didn't eat, but continued to stare at the two of them with threatening eyes until Allen was defeated, "Okay, you can eat after we leave." Then he reluctantly pulled his friend away By the Black Lake, he said while walking: "Why doesn't the school allow a dog to be a pet? Why do they think cats have more wizard temperament?"

Hill played back the eyes of the black dog in his mind. Compared with Allen, it seemed to be more unfriendly to him?

"Oh, Hill! It's a pity you didn't go to Hogsmeade!" Draco walked up to Hill with a big bulging bag, and said with a look of "I sympathize with you". "I just took some. The fudge is not bad."

Looking at the pile of candies handed over by the other party, Hill felt a little amused: "Draco, I think you know that I haven't been there before. And," his eyes swept over the candies, "the fudge is really good. , but I don’t seem to be able to eat so much.”

Xiaolong's face turned red all of a sudden, "I know!" He tried his best to say that he knew all this a long time ago, "So, what did you do today?"

"Chat with your enemy," Hill said with a smile.

"Who?" Draco was puzzled.

"Harry Potter."

"The enemy? Oh, he's not, he doesn't deserve it!" Draco was filled with righteous indignation immediately, "That Scarhead who was scared to cry by the dementors, oh yes, he can't even go to Hogsmeade!" said Here, he was happy again.