[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

Little tantrums end with gifts.

As luck would have it for Draco, it was my birthday a week after I swore off him.

—or Ginny's birthday.

September.

He blocked me just after class, ignored my resistance, and dragged me away from Anne in front of everyone.

What's even more exasperating is that that little bastard Anne not only pretended not to hear me when I asked for help, but also made a gesture of 'I understand' to Draco.

"Thanks."

Draco raised his eyebrows at Annie, half pulled and half hugged me to the corner of the third floor, the abandoned classroom.

Within this week, I was not only discharged from the hospital, but also completed all my homework.

Professor Snape definitely said something to Dumbledore, because the inquiry about my investigation was just a formality, and it was not pursued seriously at all.

Even in that conversation, there weren't as many questions about Barty Jr. as there were jokes about my relationship with Draco.

"Goodbye, kid." Before leaving, Dumbledore winked mischievously at me, and stuffed a lot of fudge in my hand, "Although your relationship is not easy to get the approval of both families, I do I like you very much."

"After all, it's up to you to decide who you like and who you want to be with."

The white-haired old man bent down and whispered in my ear, obviously there was no one in the room, but he wanted to act as if he was telling a secret.

He patted me on the back.

My mind was flying all the way, until Draco took out a jewelry box, I was still in the middle of letting myself go.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Seeing that I was suddenly distracted at such an important moment, Draco stretched out his hand and pinched my cheek again, "I didn't want to talk to me for a whole week, so I became stupid in the end."

I slapped his hand off.

"The one in front of you is a person who earned 150 points for his school at the end of last semester, and a person who has been praised by the principal."

I straightened out my well-developed small chest and said proudly.

Draco has developed a stinking habit for some unknown reason recently, as long as I am in a daze, he will pinch my face.

"But I can deduct points, no matter how much you get."

His eyes that were staring at me looked away, but after I puffed up my chest, he became subtly shy and didn't want to look at me again.

As for the right to deduct points, it was because Draco became Umbridge's confidant. In addition to becoming the captain of Slytherin, he also got the same right to deduct points from the four departments as the professor.

"Let's look at the gift first, or I will deduct five points from Gryffindor first."

Draco handed me the gift in his hand without looking at me.

"Okay, okay," I took the jewelry box, opened it and imitated the tone he used to annoy me before and said perfunctorily, "As expected of Malfoy, it's fine to chase the savior every day to deduct points, but I didn't expect that even my girlfriend wouldn't." Let it go... But, who knows if we are still in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship now."

Originally, I wanted to say something critical, but after seeing the contents of the gift box, I kept silent.

"I was just kidding, you know."

The way I hold a grudge is beyond his imagination.

Draco turned his head back and said helplessly, he was slightly relieved after seeing my stunned expression after opening the jewelry.

He raised his hand to take out the bracelet in the gift box, then put the empty box aside, took my hand and put it on for me.

"Birthday gift, how about it, do you like it?"

The bracelet fit my hand very well, and it helped me put it on with almost no effort. He looked at it with satisfaction.

"Your hands are soft and white, and they look good on you."

"...This is not." I looked at the snake-shaped silver jewelry on my wrist, hesitated for a moment before opening my mouth, "... Mucha?"

I looked at him uncertainly and saw that Draco was intently admiring the way I wore the bracelet.

Hearing my question, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"You actually know." Draco's tone seemed very pleasantly surprised, "When I participated in the auction during the summer vacation, I fell in love with this at first sight, and I wanted to give it to you as a birthday present this year."

On last year's birthday, the two hadn't confirmed their relationship, so my birthday gift was only given by him anonymously and entrusted.

However, there is an auction in the wizarding world?

And Draco actually knows how to appreciate art.

He actually took a fancy to Mucha's work.

Does this mean that wizards also have a hobby of collecting art? I seem to see some business opportunities from it.

"Of course I know," I swallowed, "Sarah Bernhardt used jewelry."

How much did it cost? Twenty thousand Galleons might not be able to buy one of the snake heads.

……

It's no wonder that he has almost no feeling for me earning [-] pounds, and all the compliments he made were out of intentional flattery to save my face.

I felt subtly hit again, obviously he gave the gift to make amends and please me.

"Forget it, it's too expensive. Draco, I appreciate it. But..."

Before I could say the words of refusal, he held my hand that wanted to take off the bracelet.

"Hold on, jewelry is for women, and there's nothing like jewelry to give away in an apology."

He looked serious, as if he knew it from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know what Lucius taught him.

"Also, even if ordinary people know, they will only think that it is the work of the goldsmith Fouquet, absolutely not knowing that he drew inspiration from Mucha's painting. Our Ginny is really amazing."

This time his praise was sincere.

"After that, I'd better be angry and hold back so you don't see it."

I reluctantly returned him.

Although he said no, the gift he gave this time really made me like me and please me.

But anyone who studies art, even if his grades are poor and he lives in a daze, will have an obvious or secret yearning for artworks in his heart.

Not only did Draco send me an expensive piece of art, it was such a tasteful piece.

I have also changed my opinion of him. His perception of this jewelry is not what I first thought.

——Slytherin people like all kinds of designs based on snakes.

"...Pfft," Draco suppressed a hard smile, "If all the noble ladies think like you, I'm afraid the top jewelry stores will close down in less than half a year."

He made fun of me.

Understanding the hidden meaning in his words, I snorted softly, pulled him towards me by his tie, and bit him with my foot before he could react.

After biting, I want to run.

"Want to escape?"

He grabbed my right arm with his left hand and pulled me back into his arms lightly.

"How could I allow it?"

With a bewitching voice, Draco lowered his head and kissed.

I have to admit that the best way for a man to piss off his other half is to give him a gift.

Try a hundred spirits.

So instead of pushing him away, I responded to him.

----

Class time at Hogwarts always flies by quickly, but unlike last year, this year's Hogwarts is quite unsettled.

Although Voldemort didn't hurt Cedric, and there was no real comeback, but the fact that he might come back was dominated by Dumbledore and publicized to the whole school.

The students wrote letters to tell their parents that in less than two days, the entire wizarding world knew what Dumbledore said at the opening ceremony.

The students from the wizarding families who had just entered the school cried to go home and drop out of school.

And those who came from Muggle families didn't understand why the headmaster with the white beard, after announcing a seemingly harmless news, why the whole school was boiling and panicking.

But after four weeks of popular science explanations by well-meaning seniors, they also asked to go home with a sad face.

They thought they were just learning a magic trick, but who knew there was Hitler in the wizarding world.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore stopped the escalation of the panic among the students by pointing his wand to his throat.

According to Hermione, Dumbledore's voice was the loudest she had ever heard.

The expression is also the most severe one.

"Your parents definitely don't want me to tell you this, but after I discussed it with all the professors, I agreed that you have the right to know."

"I did not agree, Headmaster!"

Umbridge's voice was high-pitched, trying to interrupt.

Dumbledore didn't even look at him, but lowered his voice slightly.

"Danger is not terrible, what is terrible is that you are in a dangerous situation without knowing it. You are wizards, and the future wizarding world depends on you to support you. I don't want you to become kangaroos protected by adults, I hope you can know danger and work on improving your abilities until you can protect yourself."

All the professors except Umbridge wore the same serious expression as Dumbledore.

"Of course," Dumbledore looked solemn, as if swearing to the students, "Until you are able, I and every professor here will protect you and do our best, as long as we live."

There was no more protest, no more talk, not even a small sob.

I don't know if it was because they all believed in Dumbledore's assurance, or because they were driven by the atmosphere.

This is the action Dumbledore made after discussing with all the professors.

But his behavior was strongly condemned, protested, and opposed by a group of officials headed by the Minister of Magic.

Because Dumbledore announced the news to the public without the permission of the Ministry of Magic, he is a person with a very important status in the magic world.

He should be responsible for his words and deeds, he should pay attention to his words and deeds, because his every action does not represent him alone.

"That person can't come back."

Minister of Magic Fudge holds a weekly meeting to appease everyone. In the moving photos in the newspaper, his expression and tone are swearing.

"Everything is under the control of the Ministry of Magic."

His voice passed through the newspapers, over and over again, to his people.

However, most of the people in Hogwarts chose to believe in Dumbledore compared to the Minister of Magic who had no persuasive power and only repeated that "everything is under the control of the Ministry of Magic".

Even if his news is not what everyone wants to hear.

The leader in this group of people, you can know without thinking.

—Harry Potter.

According to Ron, Harry has had headaches from time to time in addition to dreaming since the beginning of school.

Every time I have a headache, I see a picture of Voldemort in my mind.

He seems to be trying to control Harry's mind and steal the information he wants from it.

After the three consulted Dumbledore, the result was that Voldemort was using the 'special induction' with Harry to influence Harry.

Harry needs to learn the 'brain defense technique', and it must be completed in a short period of time, so that he can fight against the 'harassment' from time to time like Voldemort.

Otherwise, if this continues, Harry is likely to become mentally weak.

This was not a problem at first, but after everyone knew that the professor who taught Harry was Professor Snape, they were all stunned.

He couldn't even say words of comfort, but patted him on the shoulder painfully.

"Take care, buddy."

That was the only thing his best buddy Ron wanted to say to him.

This group of students who believed in Dumbledore spontaneously formed a group after listening to Dumbledore's speech after the start of school.

— Dumbledore's Army.

Abbreviated as 'D.A'.

The name was originally proposed by Qiu Zhang, which means: Defense Association.

I interjected and said that it could also be called: Empress Dumbledore's Army, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

Qiu Zhang cast a meaningful look at me.

This group often meets secretly in the Room of Requirement to practice defensive spells together. It is the same as in the novel, but anyone who wants to join needs to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

——Once the secret is leaked, you will get pimples on your face, and the pimples will spell the word 'whistleblower' on your face, and it will take half a year to disappear.

This was thought up by Hermione, inspired by two pimples she had recently had on her face that didn't go away.

Only because of my relationship, this member of Dumbledore's Army is not the same as in the novel.

First of all, Cedric didn't die, he joined in.

Second, Annie is my friend, I have absolute confidence in her, so she got involved.

……

Finally there is Draco.

Originally, he was supposed to be Umbridge's 'running dog' and help Umbridge find this spontaneously formed small group together.

In fact he did want to do it, he wanted to do anything that would make Harry miserable.

Harry being sad equals Draco being happy.

Still because of me.

Not only did he deliberately give Umbridge fake news time and time again, to help us cover.Later, after hearing from Anne that Cedric was also in this group, she strongly requested to join.

"I disagree!"

Ron was the first to object.

"Heh," Draco touched the prefect badge on his chest, and threatened, "Do you want me to deduct points from Gryffindor now, or do you want me to tell that old woman right now?" about?"

"Ginny!" Ron yelled at me with his eyes wide open in disbelief, "You don't care about him?"

"No matter," I continued to ask Hermione with my wand, it was too difficult to summon the guardian, and I couldn't find the right direction, "My spell is obviously correct, and my gestures are correct, but why can't it not only fail? Formed, and now even a trace of white mist is gone."

Hermione, like me, doesn't intend to talk to Ron and Draco. Draco's enlistment is appropriate in her opinion. She is the second person who agrees with Draco's enlistment besides Anne.

"You still don't agree?" Draco sounded a little disappointed, he put his wand in his pocket, and walked towards the door of the Room of Requirement, "Then I'm going to inform that old woman."

Draco's voice was loud, and he meant it for everyone to hear.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, everyone stopped practicing.

including me.

But I didn't stop practicing because I was worried about him being an informer, I just wanted to see how he planned to continue performing.After all, as long as I am in this group for one day, he will help us hide it for one day.

Draco wouldn't tell, the bastard was just trying to scare Ron.

"I agree with you joining."

But something unbelievable happened.

Draco Malfoy's greatest mortal enemy in this life, the thorn in the side, the thorn in the flesh, the savior who always doesn't deal with it, Harry Potter.

He even agreed to join Draco.

He was originally the biggest obstacle for Draco to join us.

I frowned and looked at Harry, he looked relaxed, he didn't seem to be talking ironically, and he seemed friendly.

Why, it's not scientific.

Even Draco raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Why?!" Ron poked out the question that each of us wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask, "This is Malfoy, Umbridge's lackey."

Yes.

I nodded approvingly.

Meanwhile, Draco's eyes were looking my way, and I looked up to see him glaring at me.

It seemed to express dissatisfaction with my agreement with Ron's words.

"Because," said Harry, shrugging and rubbing his nose, "he called Umbridge an 'old woman' just now, and I think it's okay to let him join."

Draco and I froze while winking at each other, and I even saw a few black lines on Draco's face that didn't exist.

Even he hadn't expected that Harry would trust him for this... this indescribable reason.

Everyone's reaction was the same as Draco's, speechless.

But Draco is Malfoy after all, no matter how nonsensical the reason, the situation, as long as he can achieve his goal.

The awkward silence didn't last for a few seconds, only to see Draco clapping his hands, as if applauding Harry's insightful performance.

"What a vision."

Draco spoke appreciatively.

Just when I thought that the two naive rivals were about to break the ice in this situation, Draco's closing word for Harry caused public outrage.

He said, "Scarhead."

Watching Ron grab Draco's collar angrily, I sighed.

Obviously when facing me and everyone else, he looked mature and stable, but he turned back into an older child when facing Harry Potter.

To others, he was Malfoy.

Facing Harry, he was Draco.

Draco is childish.

The author has something to say: Cover your face] Cherish the childish ghosts now.

I am about to grow up soon, and when I think about what I will write later, I can't bear it.

I... I feel a little sleepy after eating hot pot at noon, so I am.

fell asleep.

It's time to sleep.

six o'clock.

Hahahaha forgive me, continue to give red envelopes today, I love you all.I will update it first, and then go to send red envelopes to everyone.

Hahahaha I was wrong for the late update.

I revised the first two last night and almost spit it out. What I wrote at the beginning is really ugly.

Modifying Chapter 3 tonight [If I can read it, in fact, I almost passed out after modifying the first two last night, how could it be so ugly]