HP, don't come here

29,

Draco opened his eyes only to see the girl fall hard to the ground, fragments of the Bludger exploded, and he immediately got up and staggered because he was too anxious.

You were going to stand up straight away, but you didn't when you saw Draco stumbling towards you.

He looked at your bent leg, and immediately became anxious: "What's the matter, did you drop your leg?"

You didn't speak, just looked at him pitifully.

Such eyes made Draco's mouth dry, and at the same time, the girl with unknown injuries also worried him, and he bent down to pick you up.

"We're going to the medical wing."

"…it is good."

You huddled in the boy's arms, rubbing it with satisfaction.

Surrounded by the slowly moving classroom, the weather is just fine, so warm that you can't help but want to take a nap, you secretly watch the boy's slender fingers holding your knee.

You're leaning against not-so-strong chest vibrations.

"I lost."

Draco's lips pursed into a straight line.

"That golden snitch, I didn't..."

"So what?" You raised your head, interrupted his words, and looked at him seriously, "You are still the most powerful Seeker, the kind that no one else has."

Being watched seriously by a pair of dark blue pupils is a very terrible thing.

Draco felt like he was going to be out of breath, but his heartbeat was like the thunder that intensifies when it rains in spring.

There seems to be no way to stop it.

"Victory is not the only criterion for judging a person, at least in my heart, standing here, you are No. 1."

what…

hair-

It touched his fingertips.

30,

The Gryffindor Quidditch team members rushed forward immediately and cheered when they saw the golden snitch in Harry's hand. Hermione and Ron also came to Harry's side almost instantly.

"Looks like he's had a bad fall!" Hermione yelled, waiting for someone to help them and take Harry back to the hospital wing.

Yet their nonchalant Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Lockhart, took up his wand, claiming that it was nothing more than simple magic to him.

Harry: I said no

Until the bones in Harry's arm were directly destroyed——

Harry:?

Ron whispered in Hermione's ear, "Look, do you still think Lockhart is a very reliable and powerful teacher?"

Hermione blushed all of a sudden, and tried hard to excuse this teacher who seemed to have nothing but handsomeness.

"Maybe...he just doesn't know these things well..."

Harry: Or help me up first...

Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief: "Harry is our good friend!"

Harry: Is it true that no one cares about me?

When Draco ran to the medical wing with you in his arms and yelled for Madam Pomfrey to treat you, Madam Pomfrey almost thought you had taken a trick of Avada.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, let me repeat to you, Miss Dumbledore is only slightly bruised." Madam Pomfrey tried her best to calm herself to face the boy in front of her.

"But ma'am, you may not know how fast she was thrown from the broom..."

"Even though she was thrown from a high-speed broom, she did have minor bruises."

"I think it really needs to be checked again..."

Madam Pomfrey couldn't bear it anymore: "No! Please leave the medical wing immediately, so as not to affect other patients' rest!"

You leaned into Draco's arms with a smile, winking at Madam Pomfrey.

Draco was finally chased away by Madam Pomfrey with a blushing face, and he carefully helped you walk to the Slytherin lounge.

"Am I good, Draco?"

The girl's eyes looked at him brightly.

31,

There are indeed many interesting things, such as the diary with a black cover in front of you.

You know it's not yours at all, and you wanted to throw it away, but you were too busy writing down what Hufflepuff next door said about how to make the cake and couldn't find the paper.

I had to take out the black diary. The strange thing is that this diary doesn't look like I just bought it, and it is indeed empty.

You write in this notebook, but you find that the first sentence disappears just after you memorize it, and you don’t know why the letters that appear inexplicably overlap and cannot be seen clearly when you just want to write the second sentence.

"What stupid book?"

You muttered and tore off a page while eavesdropping and writing.

Journal:?

You are satisfied that the word has not disappeared.

You didn't realize the weirdness of this diary until you recorded the entire dessert.

You flip through the diary and look at the handwriting on it, and the production steps you wrote have disappeared again, leaving only the sentence that suddenly appeared.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

You lift your pen.

"You can talk?"

Words appeared in the diary immediately.

"It is clear."

"Can you make dessert?"

"..." The diary paused for a long time, and the handwriting appeared again.

"No, but I have other more magical things, I think you will be very interested."

"Do you chase boys?"

"?"

Raise your hand, or you'll just tear up another sheet.

"First get his attention, and then just a little bit of seduction and skin-to-skin contact, plus some refusal... But what can't be obtained after possessing endless power?" in the diary The words appear quickly.

You sighed, and muttered: "What you said earlier sounds okay...something you can't get..."

You lift your pen and write.

"Of course it's someone's heart. You have to understand that he is different from ordinary boys. He is cuter, more lively and shy, and his earlobe is red and charming..."

"How do you say you want to chase?"

Diary: You better throw me back

The diary hesitated even longer.

"..."

You shake your head.

"Forget it, I'm a bad book, I don't know anything, I might as well do it myself."

Journal:"????"

"Do you have a date?"

"……No."

A book with a black cover flew out from the window on the seventh floor in the corridor.

Journal:?

Satisfied, you fold the paper full of notes into a small square and put it in your pocket.

You can't let this evil thing know that you can't catch up with people.