[HP] Platinum Children

Andrea was completely stunned after seeing Draco's message.

She did not expect such a result.

She just hoped that Draco would be brave and not have so many scruples, but Draco really didn't plan to associate with him anymore.

She was very sad, her heart seemed to be tied tightly by something, it was tight and painful, but she was also very disappointed.

In her heart, Draco is a person who can do anything successfully.As long as he is willing, he can go through thousands of mountains and rivers, go through all kinds of hardships, no matter how difficult and dangerous, he can do it.

Then, this short paragraph told her——

She was wrong.

The Draco in her heart was just her imagination, and the real Draco was full of scruples, not even brave enough.

The platinum girl didn't know at this time that the real Draco really wanted to do it, no matter how difficult and difficult it was, it wasn't something she imagined—because the imprint of the mature Draco came from her last life.

Andrea wiped off the tears that shed down her face at some point, and got up, she had to go to class.

The Hogwarts halls are always the busiest during breakfast.

The elegance of the Slytherin long table, the quietness of the Ravenclaw long table, the warmth of the Hufflepuff long table, and the liveliness of the Gryffindor long table make up every beautiful morning at Hogwarts.

Today will be no exception.

The little snakes on the long Slytherin table were having their breakfast gracefully. Draco was quietly cutting bacon. His complexion was a little pale, but he was in good spirits. Didn't sleep at night.

Apparently, the Glory Potion from Severus, the head of Slytherin, worked so well that no one noticed that their Slytherin prince was severely sleep deprived.

When breakfast was almost over, it was time for the owl delivery.

The golden eagle of Malfoy's house was particularly conspicuous. Draco took off the package under the golden eagle's claws, fed the golden eagle a small piece of bacon and a little milk, and the golden eagle left.

In the package that Narcissa sent Draco today, besides the snacks, there was also a short letter.

She told Draco in the letter that she had chosen a fiancée for him, and the parents of the two families had already discussed it. If there were no accidents, the engagement ceremony would be held when the other party was 15 years old, and he was asked to take good care of his fiancée.

Draco's hand holding the letter trembled involuntarily, and his gaze involuntarily passed over the Ravenclaw long table and the Hufflepuff long table to the Gryffindor long table.

The bustling Gryffindor long table did not have the platinum figure - Andrea did not come to have breakfast.

Not finding the person he was looking for, Draco quickly looked away.

He stared at the gate, the rising sun was very soft, the warm sunlight shone on the threshold, and the pale gold mottled light spots were oblate and lovely, but they couldn't warm Draco's heart.

What is he still hoping for?

Didn't he already know that he and Andrea should have nothing to do with each other?

Now the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road. This is where he and Andrea really belong, isn't it?

The fact that Prince Slytherin and Princess Gryffindor broke off contact, except for the two people involved, no one knew, just like their silent contact at the beginning.

The little snake of Slytherin suddenly discovered that their Prince Slytherin was very gentle and caring towards Astoria, the second Miss Greengrass in the third grade, and couldn't help but understand.

Several friends who made good friends with Astoria couldn't help but often teased her, which made her often flush with shame.

Pansy was sad.

She liked Draco since she was a child, but she also knew that as the only daughter and the only heiress of the Parkinson family, she had long since lost her qualifications to be Malfoy's next mistress.

However, when such news came, she still felt extremely painful.

One night, in the lounge, Draco was reading, Pansy was still sitting next to Draco, exchanging clothes and jewelry ideas with Daphne, and Blaise was helping Goyle and Crabbe with their homework.

Although Astoria is well known to be the next Mistress of Malfoy, she is not yet Draco's legitimate fiancée, so she consciously sits in the third-year Slytherin In the district, chatting and laughing with the little snakes in the third grade, and then being amused by them all flushed - a topic related to our Platinum Prince.

Originally, these were some well-intentioned little jokes. As the person involved, Astoria didn't mind, and Draco didn't mind either. However, Pansy looked at Astoria's blushing face, but smiled happily. , felt very dazzling, could not help but snorted softly, turned around and hooked Draco's arm who was reading a book, and asked softly: "Draco, do you like me?"

Although the voice was soft, it sounded like a whisper in everyone's ears.

Pansy's sudden question made everyone fall silent.

Draco was slightly stunned. He put the book on his lap, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Pansy quietly. His gray eyes were cold, as if he wanted to look into Pansy's heart, making her heart flutter for no reason. I shivered.

Daphne turned pale with anger at what she told Pansy.

She knew that Pansy was jealous of her sister, and she was jealous as well, but Pansy's question was a slap in the face of the Greengrass family.

However, she also knew that Pansy's move was to risk the face of the Parkinson family, and she knew it shouldn't be, but she still admired Pansy's courage—she must really like Draco very much.

Astoria looked at Draco nervously, and her blushing face instantly turned pale. She knew that Draco and Pansy had grown up playing together and had a deep relationship. If it wasn't for Pansy being the sole heir of the Parkinson family, I'm afraid it won't be her turn to be Malfoy's next mistress.

Everyone was watching the Platinum Prince silently, waiting for his answer.

The corners of Draco's lips were slightly raised, and he abandoned his favorite aria, and said in a gentle voice: "What kind of silly question is this? We grew up together, how could I not like you?"

Astoria breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but Pansy's face instantly paled like a fragile crystal: "Do you really like Astoria?"

Draco's eyes dimmed, but there was still an elegant smile on his face: "What a silly girl, after all these years, I really don't know that you are a person who likes to get to the bottom of things? I like a lot of people ...It's just that love is a luxury for Slytherin, don't you think?"

Draco made it very clear that he liked Pansy, and even Astoria, but he had no love.If you want love, don't look for him.

Pansy was a little depressed, and Astoria was a little silent.

Draco's words were not only clear, but also very realistic.

His words actually resonated in the hearts of the little snakes.

Every teenager is pregnant, but, as descendants of nobles, love is indeed a luxury for them.

So everyone quickly forgot about Pansy's gaffe that night.

Then, everyone found that there were fewer people making good-natured jokes on Astoria. After a few days, it was as if what happened that night had never happened, and everyone was living their lives seriously.

Draco's care for Astoria can be felt not only by people inside Slytherin, but also by people from the other three colleges. Andrea is not a dull person, she also discovered it.

Andrea felt that there was something wrong with herself, she found that she hated Astoria very much, especially when she saw Draco smiling gently at her and taking good care of her at the dinner table, she felt her heart was so sad It's terrible, it's terrible.

She didn't know what it was for, but she vaguely knew that she would hate Astoria because Draco was kind to her, and the root of the problem came from Draco.

However, she and Draco are no longer in contact with each other, and she has no room to comment on what Draco wants to do, so she can only be bored by herself.

She felt she needed to find something to do, a distraction.Otherwise, she didn't know if she would explode one day, and she really wanted to beat Astoria's shy face—even though she knew that Astoria was completely innocent.

She herself likes potions very much, so she consulted a lot of information about potions, and tried to improve some formulas by herself.

Then, she herself would go to the Forbidden Forest to gather some potion ingredients.At first, Harry and the others would accompany her, but later, she went alone.

Harry and the others were a little worried, so she assured them that she was only collecting herbs on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and would not go deep into the Forbidden Forest, so they didn't have to worry.

The golden trio of Gryffindor are actually not too careful, and Harry and Ron are frequent visitors to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They really think that the edge of the Forbidden Forest is not dangerous, so even if they know Andrea wants to Going to the Forbidden Forest to collect herbs is not too worrying.

Although Draco kept hinting to himself that he and Andrea were two parallel lines that would never meet, he couldn't stop himself from paying attention to Andrea.

He knew that she was improving some commonly used potion formulas, he knew that she often went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to gather medicine, he knew that her relationship with the Gryffindor trio was getting better and better, and he knew a lot about her .

However, he and she never spoke a word again.

Time flies very fast, in the blink of an eye, it has come to the end of October, and the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin——

The author has something to say: Thanks to Mei Jingxuan’s Lei, so today’s double update O(∩_∩)O~

Now go to code the second update

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In the anticipation and enthusiasm of the little animals from the four colleges, the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons came to Hogwarts in England.

The Triwizard Tournament has a very strict entry condition, that is, you must be at least seventeen years old. The Weasley twins in Gryffindor are only a few months away from turning seventeen, so they are very embarrassing. They tried their best and took aging agents, but they still failed to sign up—they were thrown out of the circle by Dumbledore's age line, and they were covered with white beards.

In this case, a student under the age of 17 was chosen by the Goblet of Fire, and he was Harry Potter.

At the Halloween dinner, the heart of every little animal is not peaceful, whether it is from Hogwarts or the other two schools.

Because after the announcement of Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Cedric Diggory as the warriors of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts, the Goblet of Fire for selecting warriors has changed again. It was red, and sparks splashed out.A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was spit out from it.

Dumbledore, who was talking, subconsciously stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment.He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.There was a long silence, Dumbledore staring at the note in his hand, everyone in the Hall staring at Dumbledore.Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud, "Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, aware that everyone in the Great Hall had turned their heads to look at him.He froze, his mind blank.No applause.A hum began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.Some students even stood up to get a better view of Harry, who sat frozen in his seat, as if frozen.

After what seemed like a long time, and what seemed like a moment, Harry came back to his senses, and he turned to look at Ron, Hermione, and Andrea.

Ron stared at him in disbelief.

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

Andrea pursed her lips: "Harry, have you signed up?"

Every lion cub on the Gryffindor table wanted to ask the same question as Andrea, so when Andrea asked the question, all of them stared at Harry quietly.

"I didn't put my name in," said Harry blankly. "You know I didn't."

Ron's eyes widened, and Hermione frowned.

Andrea stared deeply into Harry's emerald green eyes, as if she wanted to look into his soul through the lens.She sighed and pushed Harry a bit: "Harry, you go up first, Principal Dumbledore is calling you."

Harry stood up dazedly, stepping on the hem of his robes and tripping slightly.He walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

All the little animals stared at his figure, and each pair of eyes was like a kilowatt-hour lamp, shining brightly on him.They were buzzing and talking, their voices getting louder and louder, they were talking about unfairness, but in the end they could only watch Harry Potter enter the room that only warriors could enter.

After Dumbledore announced that the dinner was over, Andrea returned to the lounge with the other lion cubs.

Back in the waiting room, the lions exploded. They were full of curiosity about how Harry signed up successfully, and some complained that Harry didn't tell them how to sign up.

Andrea saw that they would complain for a long time, so she told Hermione to go back to the dormitory to take a shower before coming back.

Fred and George were very excited, and they really wanted to sign up, but they were blocked outside the age limit. They felt that Harry was too disrespectful.

When they were excited, Hermione said something fair: "Harry said he didn't sign up!"

However, this sentence was not accepted, and everyone did not believe it, including Ron.

Ron said in a slightly hurt voice: "He didn't tell me, he didn't tell me!"

"Ron, Harry said he didn't sign up!" Hermione yelled.

"I don't believe it!!!" Ron also yelled at Hermione, turned angrily and left to go back to the dormitory.

Hermione was also pissed at Ron, and turned back to the dormitory just as angrily.

Fred watched them leave and yelled, "I don't believe it either!"

"Yeah! I don't believe it either!" said George.

"That is, if Harry didn't sign up, how could the Goblet of Fire choose him?" said a certain lion.

At this moment, Harry came back.

Fred and George rushed up to complain that Harry didn't tell them how to sign up, and Harry had to repeat: "I didn't sign up."

Angelina rushed in front of him like a whirlwind, "Oh, even if it can't be me, at least it's a member of Gryffindor—"

"You can avenge Digory for the last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, who was also a Chaser for the Gryffindor team.

"We've got something to eat, Harry, come over and have something—"

"I'm not hungry, I've eaten enough at the banquet—"

But no one wants to hear him say that he is not hungry, no one wants to hear him say that he did not sign up, and no one even finds that he is depressed. He wants to leave, but there is no way to get out. As soon as he walked up the stairs, the crowd moved towards him, surrounded him, forced him to drink another butterbeer, or forced biscuits and peanuts into his hand... Everyone wanted to know how he did it, he How did he cheat Dumbledore's age line and throw his name into the Goblet of Fire...

"I don't know," he said over and over, "I don't know what's going on."

But everyone ignored it at all, as if he didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, Harry couldn't take it anymore and yelled: "Enough, I told you I don't know!!!"

He rushed to the stairs of the dormitory angrily, just as Andrea came out of the stairs, was hit by him, almost fell, but fortunately held the handrail of the stairs.

Harry said a hasty "Excuse me," and sidled sideways down the stairs.

Andrea was stunned for a while before asking the lions who were stunned by Harry's roar, "What's wrong with him?"

"Harry said he didn't sign up." Li Qiaodan first repeated Harry's original words, then tilted his head and said, "But, I don't believe it. He didn't sign up, how could the Goblet of Fire choose him?"

"Yeah, I don't believe it either." Angelina also added: "But Harry keeps saying that he didn't sign up, which makes people really uncomfortable. If you do it, do it. How dare you do it? What's more, I think this is something to be very proud of, very honorable."

"I think it's not that Harry doesn't dare to admit it, but that he wants to keep the secret of his successful registration. Think about it, Principal Dumbledore's age line, what a powerful secret? How could he tell us casually, well, I'll tell you tomorrow Keep grinding him, I'm so curious, I really want to know!" Wood said.

"Yeah! I want to know too."

"Yes, yes, I want to know too."

"I also want to know that I can be pushed out of the circle by the age line, and I have grown a white beard. If I don't know the correct way, I really can't even sleep."

"..."

"..."

The lions were excited, and they all said that Harry must explain the registration method clearly tomorrow. Andrea pondered for a moment, organized her words, and spoke slowly. Although her voice was not loud, her words made everyone feel happy. Everyone fell silent as she said, "I take Harry at his word."

All the lions were stunned.

They all stared at Andrea with wide eyes, and Angelina even stepped forward to touch her forehead: "I don't have a fever!"

Andrea pulled Angelina's hand away dumbfounded: "I really believe what Harry said."

Andrea's words have always carried great weight in Gryffindor College.

This is not only because she is a descendant of Gryffindor, but more importantly, she does not speak like other lion cubs, she speaks out of the brain, and what she says is very organized, and, One of the most important features of her words is that her reasons are usually in line with the logic of the Gryffindor lions, so the lions can usually hear her words.

Therefore, in Gryffindor College, although the savior was as shining as the descendants of the lion ancestors, the effect of Harry and Andrea saying the same sentence was completely different.

"Why do you say that?" Li Qiaodan said inexplicably, "If there is no registration, the Goblet of Fire would not have selected him."

Andrea walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the apple blue on the table, which contained apples of different sizes, and said to the lions: "If I asked you to choose the biggest one, which one would you choose? "

The lions looked at each other in blank dismay. Laventy stepped forward, picked left and right, and took out a big apple and handed it to Andrea: "I choose this."

Andrea took it and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Then she held up the apple and said to everyone: "Actually, this basket of apples is the registered students, and Laventy is the Goblet of Fire. This apple is the chosen warrior. Remember what Principal Dumbledore said? He said, the flame The cup will select the strongest warrior. Then, Laventy, after I emphasized that you choose a big apple, will you choose one more small apple for me?"

Laventy said with a confused face: "Of course not."

"Yeah! You won't, neither will the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire is a very powerful magic item. The Triwizard Hegemony Committee believes that it can fairly select the three strongest warriors. Therefore, we are very concerned about the Goblet of Fire. The powerful magic function should be trusted. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it will not be selected more.”

The lions seemed to understand a little bit, and some didn't understand it, and everyone started discussing again. George asked: "You mean that it's not important to sign up, but the important thing is to be selected by the Goblet of Fire?"

"Yes, making magic items with powerful magical abilities mandatory, do you think Harry has such a powerful magical level?"

This rhetorical question made the lions quiet down.

The level of magic is very obvious, if there is one, there is one, and if there is no one, there is none.They had been with Harry for four years, and they knew how much he weighed, so they began to believe that Harry hadn't signed up.

The age line may be opportunistic, but it is too difficult for the Goblet of Fire to be recognized as the strongest, isn't it?Although Harry's magic level is better than that of his peers, it is not very strong after all.

At this moment, everyone began to wonder again: "Who signed up for Harry? He is really a good person? Why didn't you sign up for me?"

Andrea also didn't understand this: "I can't guess it either, but I don't think people who do this have good intentions. Don't forget, the Triwizard Tournament used to be too dangerous and often caused casualties. It will be suspended for centuries, Harry is an underage wizard with limited magical ability, but to participate in such a dangerous competition, I really fear for his safety."

Harry's treatment after getting up the next day was much better, and most of the Gryffindor lions believed him, but Ron still didn't believe it—maybe it wasn't unbelief, but still awkward.

Therefore, Harry was in a good mood after waking up, but when he walked out of Gryffindor Tower and was probed by the strange eyes of several other houses, Harry's mood fell to the bottom again.

After class, Andrea planned to make a potion of glory, but found that there was not enough ingredients for one potion, so she went to the Forbidden Forest to collect medicine.

Unexpectedly, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she saw Harry who had not been seen for a day. He was sitting against a big tree, staring blankly at the sky.

The platinum girl stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Harry came back to his senses, saw Andrea, and wanted to smile at her, but was unsuccessful: "I'm in a bad mood."

Andrea nodded: "I can tell. Are you still worrying about Ron?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again: "Not only him, but also others, they don't believe me."

Andrea pulled out her wand, transformed a stool-sized stone beside Harry into a small chair, and sat down: "Harry, other people's opinions don't matter, they are them, you are you, you really are There's no need to be in a bad mood for people who are not related."

Harry looked at the ground and whispered, "I know that too, but I can't do it. I think everyone believes me."

"Then wait until after the first game! They don't believe you because they don't realize that this is a very dangerous game. As long as they watch the first game and realize the danger, they will believe you gone."

"Really?" Harry looked at Andrea with very bright green eyes.

Andrea nodded with a smile: "Yes, I promise."

Although Andrea's promise sounded like a blank check, Harry's mood improved in an instant. He remembered that he was not believed by the Gryffindor lions last night, but after waking up, everyone believed He died, all because of Andrea.Therefore, he was extremely grateful to Andrea.

Harry gratefully gave Andrea a hug: "Thank you, Andrea."

Andrea froze for a moment, smiled knowingly, reached out to hug him, patted his shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't think too much, everything will be fine."

At this time, they didn't know that in the distance, a platinum boy was looking at their embracing figure with deep and sad eyes——

The author has something to say: The second update is coming...

Cough...Xiaolong...jealous?

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