HP, don't come here

57,

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor also came as scheduled, but today is obviously not a good day for playing Quidditch, and the whole sky is covered by dark clouds.

The Quidditch pitch was also shrouded in overcast weather, and everyone could hardly see each other.

The wind was howling, and a heavy rain was hidden among the surging dark clouds. It had already started to rain heavily before the game started, and the raindrops hit the body with indescribable pain.

You start wondering if it's raining or just passing out.

You and Draco raised your hands almost at the same time, and the wands swiped across the same range, and the rain was isolated when it was about to fall on you.

They both froze for a moment, then Draco smiled and opened his arms, and you threw yourself into his arms.

Boys aged thirteen or fourteen are only slightly taller than you, but their shoulders are still very good.

"Then please Miss Dumbledore to protect me." He said close to your ear, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his tone.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze.

"Of course, my little sir."

Even with the spell of isolating rainwater, such dim light and dense raindrops really affect people's vision. Even if you hit the Bludger, your vision will be hindered, let alone such a small golden snitch flying around. .

The spell gradually became invalid under the movement you told me, the rain soaked your clothes, and your body became colder and colder... No!You look up and see a familiar black shadow in the clouds.

You steer the broom towards Draco, and the dementors are obviously coming towards Harry, and they hover around the field for a while before most of them charge towards Harry.

"ExpectoPatronum"

With the sound of your chanting, a beautiful creature with pure white fur and horns quickly took shape, it jumped out from the tip of your wand, and a white, crystal-clear mist followed it towards the dark thing .

After the dementors had been dispelled, the boy in the red team tumbled from the clearing clouds.

"Beautiful! Slytherin's Seeker caught the Snitch! Let's congratulate Slytherin for winning this game!"

There was a cheer from the Slytherin platform.

You are about to go to him.

And Draco swung his broom and flew quickly, catching the falling red figure.

The entire Quidditch pitch erupted in thunderous applause.

But our savior is obviously not too light, otherwise the glorious Mr. Slytherin Seeker will not be able to barely control his broom after catching him, and drop the broom when it hits the ground

you:?Where is my partner?

Draco smirked as he dried his wet hair with his wand.

"He's really heavy, though."

Damn Potter, I'll save you one more time.

I would say that being friends with Malfoy is a wise choice.

You stare at Draco's broken left hand in thought.

58,

Draco triumphantly showed off his handsome rescue of Harry throughout Hogwarts, even though almost everyone had witnessed it all.

And the fact that he saved Harry and fell to the ground with Harry gradually became in his mouth. Draco waved his wand, rode a broom and swept the tail handsomely, and then caught the poor savior, Amid applause, he became the most generous and handsome person in the audience.

Of course, no one would interrupt the leader of the Slytherin third years at an inopportune time.

Even though everyone knew Draco had dropped his ass.

Of course, besides showing off, Draco still came to the medical wing to visit Harry as often as other friends.

In his words——

"I saved him, he must be eager to see me."

You can only visit Harry with your boyfriend who says you don't care about Potter at all but forgets your existence time and time again for Potter.

Laughing to death, I have to find a chance to kill him, otherwise how can we talk about this love?

(Voldemort: Here comes the business.)

Harry was in utter distress. He frowned, and his whole body was plunged into terrible darkness. He seemed to have lost all ability to be happy in an instant.

He ran around, but he couldn't find an exit. There was only boundless and oppressive darkness.

There was also a hoarse, snake-like strange voice that was giggling in his ear.

"Harry."

The sound came from all directions, and the source could not be found.

Until he felt a steadfast gaze that cut through the hopeless darkness that surrounded him like a life-saving rope.

He opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily, the pain suppressed in the dream seemed to make it difficult for him to break free.

He met the brown eyes he had felt in his dream.

You and him look at each other, thinking inwardly that it is not good, looking at his eyes, he seems to know the 360 ​​five ways to kill him that you have in mind.

And Draco, who had been paying close attention to the movement of the boy on the hospital bed, immediately noticed that Harry opened his eyes and looked at - his girlfriend.

"About my good brother opened his eyes and stared at my partner with affection"

"I have to find a chance to kill him."

You and Draco are thinking together.