[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 93 Sick

"Can you get me up? This position is very uncomfortable." Winnie twisted her body, trying to sit up.

"Don't move." Draco's voice was very low and hoarse as if he was enduring something.

Winnie didn't move any more obediently, looking at Draco, who was sweating slightly on his brow and blushing, hesitantly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Draco wanted to say yes, he wasn't feeling well, there was an evil fire burning in his body, his throat was dry as hell, his body was burning hot, and it was all puberty!

After a while, Draco straightened his body, turned over, threw his head back, lay his head on the back of the sofa, and covered his eyes.

Winnie adjusted her sitting posture, silently stared at Draco's series of actions, and asked again: "Want to visit Madam Pomfrey?"

Seeing that Draco didn't respond, Winnie said seriously, with a hint of worry in her tone that she didn't realize: "Holding it in is not good for your health."

"No need." Draco's voice was hoarse, with a hint of annoyance in it.

"But..." Winnie didn't understand why Draco was suddenly angry again, let alone why he couldn't hold on to Madam Pomfrey even though he was unwell.

"I'll just take a break." Draco interrupted Winnie before she could finish, and then leaned over, resting his head on her lap, "Then I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey."

Winnie frowned slightly, and finally said nothing, letting Draco rest on her lap while she stayed quietly.

After arriving at Madam Pomfrey, Madam Pomfrey asked Winnie to drink the potion to prevent wound inflammation, and finally applied some crushed herbs on her knees, almost as soon as she applied them, her knees were surrounded by warmth Then, within half a minute, Madam Pomfrey scraped off all the broken herbs.

"Okay, remember to be careful when you walk next time." Madam Pomfrey knew it was from a fall when she saw the wound. She didn't think too much about it, she just thought that Winnie accidentally fell.

Winnie nodded, and before leaving, Madam Pomfrey glanced at Draco who was standing beside Winnie, and said seriously: "As her boyfriend, you should also pay attention to her, don't hurt her."

Winnie and Draco froze at the same time.

Draco was the first to come to his senses, he had never felt that Madam Pomfrey's voice was so nice as it is now, and the corners of his mouth were raised happily: "I will pay attention next time."

Madam Pomfrey nodded in satisfaction, and quickly turned to leave, continuing her unfinished work.

"I suddenly feel that Malfoy's little girlfriend is very pleasing to your ear." Draco looked at Winnie who did not change his expression with a smile in his eyes. At the end, he bent down and leaned against that sensitive ear , in a tone that sounded like a little hooligan, "However, I think Mrs. Malfoy would be more suitable for you, what do you think?"

Winnie: "..."

The next day, the news that Harry retrieved the rocket crossbow spread throughout Hogwarts. After testing by Professor McGonagall and other professors, it was found that Harry's rocket crossbow had not been cast with any malicious spells. So he returned the rocket crossbow to Harry.

As soon as Winnie came out of the library, she saw Hermione's eyes were slightly red, with an expression of crying, and subconsciously called her to stop: "Hermione?"

Seeing the person in front of her, Hermione wiped her eyes with her hand, trying to pretend that nothing happened, but the red and swollen eyes had already betrayed her: "Hi, Winnie."

Winnie was the first to ask directly, "What happened?"

"I..." Hermione stopped abruptly after only one word. She looked around, as if she was worried that someone might pass by and overhear, "Let's go to the lawn and talk."

In fact, Hermione just needed someone to listen to her unhappiness. Originally, this person should be Harry or Ron, but after the rocket crossbow incident and this incident, there was no way to say it.

Winnie followed Hermione to the lawn, and the two picked a place where there were no people, and sat down under a big tree.

"I thought Crookshanks and Scabbers were just playing around. I never thought that Crookshanks would eat Scabbers. In fact, I still don't think Crookshanks did it." Hermione said What happened this morning is that Crookshanks is her cat, and Scabbers is Ron's pet mouse.

"Banban was eaten by Crookshanks?" Winnie was taken aback, remembering that cats eating mice seemed to be a normal phenomenon.

"Ron insisted that Crookshanks did it, and even produced evidence, but in fact, that can't prove anything at all." Hermione still didn't believe that her Crookshanks would eat Scabbers because Crookshanks never ate indiscriminately. Although I was sorry for Ron, Scabbers was so dirty that Crookshanks would never be able to eat.

"In the morning, Ron suddenly took out his bed sheet and rushed out of the common room, it was stained with something red, it looked like blood, and then Ron yelled that Scabbers was dead, it was by Crook Shan ate it because he found a few ginger cat hairs on the floor!" Hermione said angrily, "but that ginger cat hair may have walked in Crookshanks at Christmas. It dropped when Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head, and Ron took it back to his room."

"It is indeed possible." Winnie thought for a while, and thought that what Hermione said was not unreasonable.

"I know that they have long been dissatisfied with me because of the rocket crossbow, so when this incident happened, they didn't even give me a chance to prove Crookshanks' innocence. The yellow cat fur will condemn Crookshanks!" As she spoke, Hermione couldn't help shedding tears, angry and wronged.

Winnie patted Hermione on the shoulder lightly, "If Crookshanks really killed him, there should be blood stains on his body, have you checked it?"

Hermione shook her head, in a whimpering tone, "Crookshanks is gone, I've been looking for it all day and I can't find it, it never tried to disappear like this."

Winnie frowned slightly, feeling that things were weird, but before she could think further, Hermione sniffed and said, "I feel much better already."

"Sure enough, after I said it, I felt a lot better." Hermione wiped her eyes roughly, and said with a smile through tears.

"Would you like a piece of chocolate?" Winnie took out a piece of chocolate from her body, "Chocolate contains theobromine and tryptophan, which can stabilize people's mood and..."

"It makes people happy." Hermione took Winnie's last sentence, and then burst out laughing, "So you know this too."

"I have read books on this subject." Sherlock's bookcase is full of many different types of books, and she read many of them from there.

Hermione said excitedly: "My family also has a lot of books on this topic, are you interested in reading them?"

Winnie nodded without any hesitation.

"I'll send it to you when I get home." Hermione smiled brightly, completely missing the sad expression just now.

A week later, Hogwarts ushered in another event, a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Winnie didn't go to the game like everyone else, but stayed in the medical room because she caught a cold. She was reading a book last night and forgot to close the window, so she accidentally got cold.

Betty originally wanted to stay with her, but she knew that Betty had been looking forward to this game, so she let Betty watch the game, and she just had to rest alone.

But Betty hesitated for a while, and finally she was willing to leave under Winnie's insistence.

Winnie was lying on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. After drinking the refreshing potion, her body had no strength. She knew that she should sleep now, but she didn't feel sleepy.

"I'm assuming you're supposed to be sleeping and resting after drinking the pick-me-up."

A mocking voice came from the right, Winnie turned her head away, and the curtain was pulled open, revealing Draco's figure.

When Draco opened the curtain, he saw such a picture. The glasses were removed, and the neck was under the quilt, only the crimson face was exposed, and the ears were still smoking.

"Draco?" Winnie paused, a little confused, "Why are you here?"

"Because some idiot got sick accidentally." Draco evoked a sarcastic smile, pulled away the chair in front of Winnie, and then sat on it, folded his arms, and looked at the person in front of him.

"The match should start." Winnie suddenly remembered that Draco was also a Quidditch lover, so she reminded her.

"I'm not interested in that scarred game." Draco sneered, his tone full of disgust and disdain.

Winnie stared at Draco silently, before saying in a nasal and slightly hoarse voice, "How do you know I'm here?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "I happened to hear someone mention it."

In fact, this sentence is also true to a certain extent, but the truth is that he has an eyeliner in Ravencrow, reporting to him Winnie's daily actions.

However, Winnie didn't have any doubts, and directly believed what Draco said, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, it will be more effective if you drink the refreshing potion and sleep." Draco said lightly, even though the tone was light, but there was a trace of toughness. After finishing speaking, he took out a book from his body and opened it. , looking like he was going to read a book here.

Seeing Winnie staring at him, sleeping with eyes closed in disobedience, Draco raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you have to listen to sleep to sleep?"

Winnie shook her head, said in a very nasal voice, "I can't sleep."

Draco smiled inexplicably, then stood up, bent slightly, approached Winnie, and warned softly in her ear: "Do you need me to give you a fainting place?"

Winnie: "..."

"If you don't want to fall asleep like this, just close your eyes quickly." Draco sneered, sat down again, crossed his legs, rested his chin with one hand and looked at Winnie.

Winnie stared at Draco silently for a few seconds, and finally closed her eyes to rest obediently. She thought that she would still be unable to fall asleep as before, but unexpectedly, the drowsiness suddenly came up bit by bit. Slowly, she fell asleep passed.

At the moment when the sleepiness completely hit her, a cool touch touched her hot face, which was very comfortable and made her feel inexplicably at ease.

The author has something to say: Looking at Draco's flirting skills, it really has improved!

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