[HP] Silver Green Pride

As the train was about to arrive at the station, Draco held onto Ange's hand tightly to prevent them from getting lost in the crowd. Ange struggled slightly, blushing a little, but did not break free. Of course, Draco didn't notice this. Little details, in his opinion, this is very common, not even an intimate interaction between lovers.

And the little fox in Ange's arms rolled his eyes, but nestled lazily in Ange's arms.

After getting off the train, a handsome man with platinum hair and a beautiful woman with blond hair were particularly conspicuous among the crowd. Draco's eyes lit up, he beckoned to them, and ran over with Ange.

"Xiaolong, Ange." Narcissa smiled slightly, her eyes were kind and benevolent.

"Aunt Narcissa, you are so beautifully dressed today." Ange gave Narcissa a hug with a smile, and Ange praised unequivocally.

"Yeah." Draco nodded in agreement, looked at Lucius with a stern face, looked at him with a serious look and then quickly shifted his eyes, so he also said, "Daddy looks good today too." So Lu Xius The corners of Hughes' lips raised slightly.

Narcissa took Anger's hand, looked at the father and son, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't bother with them, they're just like that."

Ange smiled slightly, but there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

She spotted Ginny at the exit of the station, with Harry and Ron and the twin brothers.

"Ange." Ginny saw Ange, and waved to her with a smile, "I knew I could meet you today."

Ange's eyes softened, his red lips curved slightly, showing a slight smile, and he also reached out to say hello, "Ginny."

"Do you know the little girl from the Weasley family?" Narcissa looked at Ange and Ginny saying hello to each other with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

"We've known each other for a long time!" Ange's smile became lighter by two points, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes inadvertently, but it was well hidden, and Narcissa did not find out.

"That girl is pretty good." Narcissa simply commented, but didn't say much more. For a child of the Weasley family, it is undoubtedly extremely high for Ginny to get such a comment.

Ginny was lost in the Muggle world when she was four years old, and she was found two years ago. No one knows what happened during the five years of her disappearance, but this incident was published as a headline by the Daily Prophet. Clever and very talented, before going to Hogwarts, she was able to complete some potions independently, and even invented several potions by herself. The potions she made were of high quality, and the potion merchants bought them The price is not low either. She once took the potion brewed by that girl from the potion shop under the name of the Malfoy family. Because of her age, she almost suspected that it was actually brewed by a potion master. Now the Weasley family is not as poor as before, and most of the credit goes to Ginny. Lane bought a shop and managed it very well. She has a brain that even Malfoy can't match.

Ginny was still waving at Ang, and Ron looked over frequently.

Anger smiled and said to Narcissa and Lucius: "I think I should go first, they seem to be waiting in a hurry."

Narcissa didn't show any impatience at all, she just smiled and said, "Of course, be careful, come to Malfoy Manor to play when you have time."

Ange nodded, and when she was about to leave, she whispered to Drake, "Remember the address I told you, you can use owl communication."

"Yeah." Draco turned his face away and said a little awkwardly, "Don't forget to write to me."

"Yes!" Ange nodded, and Drake glanced at Ange quietly, then kissed her on the lips.

It was just superficial, but An Ge's face turned red in an instant, and he couldn't hide it.

Ron, who was beside Ginny, turned pale all of a sudden.

Sitting in front of the car, Mr. Arthur Weasley looked puzzledly at Ange, who had ignored the Malfoy family. He didn't understand why his daughter was related to those pure-blood nobles with high eyesight, but As much as he hated Lucius Malfoy, he wasn't mean enough to take his anger out on a little girl, and the little girl was quite familiar with his children.

Arriving at Weasley's Burrow, Ange looked at the small and dimly lit room, but he didn't show any disgust. He glanced at it lightly, and usually reacted as if he was in his own home.He greeted Mrs. Weasley gently, and his humble and polite attitude immediately won Mrs. Molly's favor.

"Oh! Look who it is?"

"A beautiful Slytherin flower?"

"Welcome!" The twin brothers said in unison, and then gave a gentleman's salute in a dignified manner, and finally applauded for themselves.

An Ge laughed out loud, "Thank you very much!"

"Ginny, come and help me cook!" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen. Ginny responded upstairs, and then ran down quickly, but there was no sound during the process.

"Ange, come and help me!" Unceremoniously treating Angra as a strong man, Ginny pulled Ange into the kitchen together.

Seeing Hermione, who was talking happily with Ron Harry, felt a little embarrassed: "Shall I help too?"

"Can you cook?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... no." Hermione said with some embarrassment. She is the only child in the family, and her parents dote on her too late. Although she is not smug about housework, cooking is such a difficult job... ...she really can't.

"Can Ange cook?" Ron asked, he felt like a princess to her, elegant and beautiful, maybe she could play the piano, sing, and sit on the balcony to taste the afternoon tea elegantly, maybe she His knowledge is erudite, but he just can't imagine Ange cooking in the kitchen.

"Yes!" Harry said with great certainty, "I'll help, too. Do you want to come together? Even if you can't cook, it's good to help."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and nodded together: "Okay."

Hermione walked into the kitchen first, but after two steps in, she exited in a hurry and accidentally bumped into Ron's nose.

"Oh! What's the matter?" Ron complained, holding his nose.

"Shh! Don't talk." Hermione pointed inside.

Ron looked in.When his eyes fell on Ange, he couldn't help but froze.

At this time, she was wearing an apron, her long black hair was tied in her head, and she showed a delicate face. She was holding a plate with a slight smile on her face, and she didn't know what to say to Molly Ginny. Looking at something, his eyes are smiling, as bright as moonlight.

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