HP, don't come here

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Everyone on the Slytherin Quidditch team was happy and crazy, it turned out that Aubrey was really rich, and after the Gryffindor Seeker got a fire, some lady slapped The people who waved to the whole team were equipped with firearms.

However, the great philanthropist himself still uses the Nimbus 2001 that the Malfoy family sponsored at the beginning of the second year.

"Obviously the flame will be faster, why don't you change it for yourself?" Draco actually knew the reason and was happy for the choice you made, but only you were using the Nimbus 2001, which made him feel Maybe he's holding you back.

He thought, he should coolly put down the gun, pick up the Nimbus 2001 he got in the second grade, and then tell you that he wants to use the Nimbus with you.

But please, this is fire, no man can refuse the best broom fire in the world!

He was the one who begged for the fire that Mr. Malfoy hadn't gotten all summer!

Between girlfriends and firecrackers—

Sorry, he chose fire.

You didn't expose him, you just nodded with a smile on the tip of his nose.

"I think you know why."

Harry stood aside, thinking of the fire that Hermione had ruthlessly snatched from him without knowing the reason, and fell into envy.

In fact, what the Sorting Hat said at the beginning is correct, right?

Slytherin is indeed a good place to be, after all, their Quidditch team can always use the latest broom.

Even if they run out of dog food.

Of course, if the captain of their Quidditch team who loves Quidditch crazily knows this, he will definitely be hung on the goal to show the public, right?

The screen turns to Oliver Wood—

Although Wood didn't want to, he still had to admit that this damn Slytherin and the smell of capital are really enviable.

Huo □ □, woo woo, post post.

Such a perfect flame was actually held by that guy Flint!

Wood pressed his hands to his temples.

Wife, you are dirty.

You see the big black dog standing in the grass by the Quidditch pitch, his brown eyes looking at Harry with concern, like a ray of light.

62,

Draco was particularly unconvinced after learning that Harry had learned to call God's guard against dementors from Professor Lupine.

"What? He gave you a small stove??"

"Oh! Why!"

"Did Professor Lupine favor you just because you blinked those green jewel-like eyes of yours?"

"This is unfair competition!"

"Aren't I the top student in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Ron quietly raised his hand: "No, obviously, it's your girlfriend." Then he quickly shrank behind Hermione and covered his mouth.

Hermione and Harry didn't speak (laughs, who dares to speak when Draco is speaking? Unless that person wants to be severely criticized by Draco), but they still nodded.

Draco glanced at you, then curled his lips helplessly: "Okay, that's except for Aubrey..."

"Malfoy is the best student in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." You interjected, waving your hand, "I can't help it, I'm afraid of guilt."

Draco blushed and had forgotten what he was talking about.

Trio: We are kicked like a dog on the ground!

Harry replied helplessly: "Didn't you meet Aubrey when you met the dementor? Besides, her Patronus Charm is too strong, you just can't learn it from her."

"Yes, my girlfriend will." Draco nodded when he heard the words, grabbed your arm and rubbed it, and looked at the trio with a smile.

You stroked his soft blond hair.

"Yes, I will do other things, do you want to see? For example, turning people into pigs? This is also an advanced transfiguration technique."

You are eager to try it, and the wand is dangling back and forth above the three trembling heads, just waiting for Draco's order to turn a random lucky audience in front of you into a pig.