HP, don't come here

16,

You noticed that Draco seemed to have changed.

You walked into the Potions classroom, and a seat was vacated next to Draco, and you watched him with interest.

He even raised an eyebrow at you.

"Do you dare to take Potions class with me?"

If you didn't see his red ears when you walked in, you might really be impressed with this young master.

Of course, you're already amazed at him by now.

You laughed, put the book beside him, and sat down.

"my pleasure."

Professor Snape walked into the classroom, his robes flying.

The whole class scans, aiming at the source of happiness No. [-]: Harry Potter.

Well, I didn't come, double the joy.

Scan the class, aiming at Fountain of Pleasure No. [-]: Aubrey Dumbledore.

I didn't come either, I'm super happy...

Excuse me, it turned out to be a change of position.

Professor Snape stood on the podium expressionlessly, without saying anything, his eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at the only door of Potions class.

I thought to myself, what questions should I ask her later?

Dumbledore... Miss...

Potter...Miss...ah no, it's Mr. Potter...

What a pity that that stupid, rotten Potter didn't have a daughter, double the lady, double the joy.

Sure enough, Harry was severely criticized, and you once again successfully answered Professor Snape's question in full view.

Professor Snape's speech speed has also increased today!

You sit and think.

Professor Snape will speak faster and faster when he asks you questions, so now it is the first grade, wait until the seventh grade, maybe Professor Snape can successfully become a rapper.

come on!Professor Snape!

When he looks at you again.

Snape: She's encouraging me?Am I wrong? ?She is actually encouraging me? ? ?

Professor Snape's face became gloomy, and he spoke slowly.

"Then, Mr. Potter..."

Potter: Hmmmm?what is me?

Draco can barely hold back his laughter next to you, he's slicing up a bat's liver, the knife in his hand shaking from his holding back his laughter.

You took his right hand and cut slowly.

"The knife shakes a bit."

Draco's body went stiff for a moment, and he forgot to laugh at poor Potter for a moment.

He pretended to stare at the herbs in front of him, forcing himself to calm down.

I've dealt with so many potions that dealing with bat liver is nothing to me.

Help, I can't control my hands.

You frowned, feeling Draco's hands tremble even more.

"What's the matter, your hands are shaking so much, are you uncomfortable?"

You turn to look at him.

"No...no!" Draco put down the knife and pushed you away, "I'll do it myself, don't worry about it."

You glanced at him suspiciously.

"You're scared?"

And got Draco's glare.

"You're afraid, stinky Dumbledore!"

My hands don't shake anymore.

You immediately understood, nodded, and came to a conclusion.

"You're shy."

Draco shook his hand violently.

"You...you are the one who is shy!"

You turned away with a smile, intending to stop teasing him until you finished making the potion.

Someone's little awkward murmur behind you.

"Obviously my hand has a mind of its own..."

17,

You nod.

Very good, today's young master is also brave and cute!

Very satisfied.

You watched as he blushed and finally began to process the potion normally and accurately, and then you were relieved to turn around and deal with your part.

Just a joke, what does it look like to be in love every day, of course you want to start a career.

The O of this Potions classroom performance has to be you.

Sucking, the young master blushed again, so cute.

want to touch.

Draco bounced almost the moment your hand touched his face, and stepped back into Harry's arms.

Harry lowered his head:?

Draco turned his head: ...

Professor Snape gave the two of them a cold look, of course, mainly looking at Harry coldly.

"If Mr. Potter can make less trouble in my Potions class and not always affect other students making potions, I think your poor Potions professor's workload will be greatly reduced."

Harry said unconvinced: "But the professor..."

"Now, do it again, and don't try to ask Mr. Malfoy to help you."

With a wave of Professor Snape's hand, the potion that was about to form before Harry's eyes disappeared, and new raw materials and a crucible appeared in front of him.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Of course, if the great Mr. Potter can't finish it before the end of get out of class, you can only stay in class until you finish your potion."

Professor Snape said with a sneer.

Draco touched his nose resentfully, and hurried back to your side, pretending to continue making potions.

"But he... Malfoy he..." Harry was about to cut in.

"I think since you have time to talk nonsense and care about the progress of other students' Potions class, you will be able to finish your potion soon, so if you can't finish it before get out of class is over, please go to Mr. Filch Do a week of confinement."

Professor Snape interrupted him impatiently, and smiled mockingly.

"Of course, Mr. Potter, the good news is that Mr. Malfoy's potion doesn't need your concern at all, after all, their potion has been perfected."

Professor Snape accepted the perfect potion you handed over with satisfaction.

"The first one, and the two students who completed it perfectly, will get [-] extra points and a grade O in class." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry.

You nod in satisfaction.

Thank you, Harry Potter, you really are the savior.

You and Draco cooperated really well in this class. You felt that your relationship was getting better and planned to take him along. As a result, Draco disappeared immediately after class.

Draco: Who has a good relationship with you!unlucky!

You don't understand.

Could getting an O in Potions make him so excited?

So easy to satisfy.

Really like.

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Snape: What just took advantage of the chaos to get an O?

18,

It's November and the Quidditch season has begun.

You follow Draco and his party to the auditorium next to the Quidditch pitch, and when you look at the overwhelming green and red auditorium on both sides, you know that this is a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"Hey, let me tell you, those dumb lions of Gryffindor have to hold the mattress in case that kid Potter slams on the floor and breaks his bones."

Draco stood on the edge of the stands, looking contemptuously at Harry Potter who came out of the Gryffindor shed.

His good friends also sneered, looking like they were watching a good show.

Of course you have no interest in this game, you and Pansy on the side looked at the group of enthusiastic little boys in front of you and shook your head helplessly.

All you see is the blond boy staring at the Quidditch pitch.

As if sensing your gaze, Draco turned his head away.

Your eyes briefly met, and he quickly turned his head away.

You froze for a moment, and then looked at the Quidditch pitch. That Potter is indeed talented, not inferior to any player on the pitch.

At this moment, the change happened, you found that Harry's broom shook, and then he was thrown back and forth. Harry only had one hand on the broom, and he was suspended in the air.

Harry's broom is out of control, you conclude.

It's black magic.

Draco asked suspiciously.

"Is there something wrong with his broom?"

You nodded, looked at Draco's nose that was already red from the cold, cast a warming spell on him, and then continued to read with your head down.

Draco turned away uncomfortably and continued watching the game.

You reached out to touch his red ears, Draco was startled, and immediately turned his head to look at you.

"What are you doing!"

You blinked innocently.

"I see that your ears are very red. I'm afraid that the heat-preserving spell didn't work. I want to see what's going on."

"Okay, Aubrey, I'm warm, don't look!"

His face was also red, and he scolded you in a low voice.

Draco frowned and looked at the Quidditch pitch, looking at the savior boy who always made him unhappy, and the commentator excitedly explained the beautiful blow of the batsman, distracting Draco's attention.

He likes Quidditch very much.

In the future, he will build a Quidditch pitch in the manor, and catch some big fools to play with him.

A few on the pitch would be nice.

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Many years later, Potter found that Aubrey always liked to invite him to play on their Quidditch pitch. He swore that if he knew that Aubrey had such thoughts when he saw him play for the first time, he would never here.

Aubrey: This Potter looks like he can fly.