[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 140 Six Confinement

After a whole class, Winnie came to the potion room for confinement as usual.

"Jump the grass." Winnie shouted a password, the door was opened, and she walked in.

"Professor Snape." Winnie looked at Mrs. Snake King who was sitting at the desk correcting homework. The desk was full of homework.

Snape raised his head with a gloomy face, the hand holding the magic pen turned white with force, it can be seen that he was not in a happy mood at this time, and he said gloomyly: "Little Miss Einstein, you are late."

"Ten seconds." Snape sneered, and threw aside a homework with a big F.

Winnie: "..."

"I'm assuming that little Miss Einstein came here not to be in a daze, but clearly knew that she was here for confinement." Snape evoked a sarcasm smile, and his tone was cold.

"Sorry." Winnie didn't know what to say other than this sentence at this time. Although she had always been very slow, she knew one rule. When Professor Snape was in a bad mood, don't mess with him.

"There." Snape snorted coldly, his eyes signaled Winnie to go in by himself.

From the beginning of school to the present, Winnie has gone to different professors for confinement every day to help them with some work. If you want to say that the busiest and hardest is Professor Snape's place, because there are several barrels of medicinal materials every time. Let her deal with it, and the time of confinement will only come sooner or later.

However, Winnie has no complaints about this, and to a certain extent, she also cherishes this opportunity, because she can practice her ability and skills in handling medicinal materials.

It's just that today seems a little different. Seeing the dozens of barrels of slugs on the ground, Winnie was stunned for a moment, and then she saw a busy golden figure—Draco Malfoy.

"Draco?"

Draco turned around, and when he saw Winnie, he was stunned for a moment. His brows that were originally tightly locked suddenly relaxed a little, "I thought you were at Professor McGonagall's today."

"No, it's all Professor Snape this week." Winnie walked across from Draco, waved her wand, and sent one of the buckets containing slugs to the table, and then began to deal with them.

"Damn old bee!" A vicious curse suddenly came from the room.

Winnie and Draco turned their heads together, only to see Snape standing up with a gloomy face, and walked out angrily, without looking at them at all, obviously mad with anger.

"Old bee?" Winnie looked at Draco suspiciously.

"Dumbledore." Draco slashed the slug cleanly, then threw it into another bucket.

Winnie nodded, and soon thought of another question: "Why are you here?"

"As you can see, I was in solitary as well." Draco gritted his teeth. He was willing to bet his small coffers that the godfather was getting revenge on him for challenging him when he became a ferret.

Damn, he must have been assimilated by the troll at that time to do that.

"only today?"

"One week." Draco said with a half-smile.

Winnie looked at Draco, and then took out the tools one by one.

"However, from another perspective, this is also a good opportunity." Draco said these words suddenly.

"What chance?" Winnie looked up, placing one of the slugs on the needle board.

"Dating." Draco raised the corner of his mouth, "It seems that a week of confinement is not so uncomfortable."

Winnie hooked her lips slightly, and picked up the ruler beside her without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, glancing at the ruler.

"I'm measuring." Winnie laid the dead slug flat, put the ruler on top of it, and cut across with the knife.

"I thought that after such a long time, you have mastered the cutting skills." Draco raised his eyebrows.

"I want to make it more precise. Professor Snape can precisely cut out the required length of the medicinal material." After aligning the position, Winnie cut it off.

"You want to be a master of potions?" Draco looked at his little girlfriend and said this after a while.

"No." Winnie put the cut slugs into another bucket and took out a brand new one.

"You don't need to push yourself so hard, a little deviation will not affect the success of the potion." Draco has long wanted to say that in his opinion, his little girlfriend always puts a lot of effort into studying. I am very pressed, never-ending learning and improvement.

"But that will affect the quality." Winnie split her mind to talk to Draco while dealing with the slugs under her command.

Draco stopped, looked at Winnie silently, and said in a tone that couldn't tell whether it was the truth or a joke: "Hearing you say that, I suddenly feel a little jealous."

"Jealous?" Winnie raised her head and stopped what she was doing.

"If you could give me half of your enthusiasm for your studies." Draco narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully.

Winnie pursed her lips for a long time: "You want me to measure you with a ruler?"

Draco: "…"

Talking about emotional problems with a little girlfriend with a low EQ, he must have a problem in his head, words are not as good as actions, simple, rude and direct.

Draco put down the knife in his hand, took off his gloves, crossed the table, and walked up to Winnie step by step.

For some reason, such an inexplicable aura of Draco made Winnie a little nervous.

Draco raised the corners of his mouth and pushed Winnie to the corner step by step. Then he leaned on the wall behind her with one hand, bent slightly, and leaned into her ear, and said softly: "The enthusiasm I'm talking about is not those Useless rulers, but reflected in actions, like..."

Winnie raised her gloved hand and stood motionless with a calm expression, but her heart was beating so fast that it seemed as if it was about to fly out.

Noticing Winnie's nervousness, Draco chuckled and spit out softly: "That's it."

After finishing speaking, without giving Winnie any time to react, the thin lips were directly pressed down, grasping an angle precisely, so that Draco could take advantage of the gap in the shortest time, and the flexible tip of the tongue wrapped around the little tongue. , sweeping her mouth back and forth.

The lips and tongue were all sucked, and there was a loud sucking sound of tsk, tsk, which resounded throughout the potion room.

Draco hugged that soft and small waist tightly, he really loved this kind of physical contact, only at this time, the desire in his heart would be slightly relieved.

Winnie realized that she was at a loss and wanted to turn her head away, because Professor Snape would be back at any moment.

However, in Draco's eyes, this act of flipping is a sign of shyness, and the bad nature of men is that when they see the person they like is shy, they will want to bully her even more shyly, so Draco stretched out his hand to hold her down. He touched the back of Winnie's head, pressed his lips down again, and kissed harder.

Winnie was struggling with reason and emotion due to Draco's enthusiasm, but in the end she managed to win the victory of her reason and bit Draco's lips hard.

Draco frowned because of the sudden pain, pulled the distance between the two, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Why do you like to bite me so much?"

"Because you don't want to stop every time." Winnie panted slightly and said with a serious expression.

Draco didn't refute, because Winnie was telling the truth, and his self-control wasn't enough to make him stop.

"I'm assuming the two of you know that you're here for confinement, not..." A sarcastic voice suddenly floated in the air, and the two of them were startled, turned around, and looked at Snape with a gloomy expression on his face. Gently spit out the last two words, "A date."

Winnie and Draco were taken aback by Snape who didn't know when he would be back.

Snape sneered, first glanced at the bucket that was exactly the same as before he left, then at the glove that fell on the ground, and finally stopped on Draco Bidong Winnie again, "I am surprised at your courage How could he grow so fat?"

Hearing the dangerously cold tone, Winnie and Draco reacted instantly, changed their postures, and stood side by side, standing very straight.

"Do you want to explain something?" Snape crossed his arms and sneered.

"Winnie's hair is dirty, and I'm helping her clean it up." Draco made up a lie without blushing or panting.

Snape sneered, he is not a fool, as Draco's godfather, how could he not see Draco's tricks.

"Draco, you're really not paying attention to me more and more." Snape raised the corner of his mouth full of coldness, and openly challenged him when he turned into a ferret, not listening to his words, and now even more He was showing off his cleverness in front of him.

"No, no matter inside or outside the castle, you have always been the person I respect the most besides my father." Draco's attitude was very sincere, just like treating a respected elder.

Snape glanced at Draco, and snorted coldly for a long time, "If you don't get rid of these dozen barrels of slugs today, don't think about leaving."

After speaking, Snape returned to his seat, sat down, and continued to grade the students' homework.

The two glanced at each other, then said nothing, and concentrated on disposing of the dozen barrels of slugs, hoping to finish it before the end of dinner.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally finished disposing of the dozens of buckets of slugs, and when they were about to leave, Snape suddenly called them to stop.

"Little Miss Einstein, starting tomorrow, you will be confined at Professor Sprout's place." Snape said without looking up.

"Professor Sprout?" Winnie paused, she remembered that she would be locked up at Professor Sprout's place next week.

"Is there a problem?" Snape raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

"No." Winnie shook her head.

Winnie is fine, but Draco's mood is like a falling meteor, straight to the ground.

This is really self-inflicted, the godfather must have done it on purpose, Draco thought aggrievedly.

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