HP Dawn Night

For wizards, giants have never been friendly allies.There are bloodthirsty and violent factors in their blood.Even the most evil dark wizards don't take the initiative to deal with them if they don't have to - except for a few exceptions.

We didn't see Hagrid again in the days that followed.In addition to renouncing his duties as a teacher, he also seems to have ceased to perform the daily duties of a gamekeeper.

Professor Graplan's teaching is very popular.She showed us unicorns in the first class.It brought back some unpleasant memories at first, but soon I was as attracted by its beauty as Pansy, Daphne, and the others.

Even the pickiest of Grangers couldn't help showing a fondness for unicorns after the course was over.

"This is the real Care of Magical Creatures class."

For a whole week - or maybe more - people were talking about a revamped Care of Fantastic Creatures class, and the normally under-reviewed class suddenly became the hottest topic.It seems that everyone is happy to see the current situation.Of course, Potter and his friends might not count.

But I don't have much of a mind to worry about Gryffindor things these days, there are more important things occupying my energy.Saturday in mid-January is our first weekend of term in Hogsmeade.Without a doubt, this day was unlike any other.

"We can change places. Like... well, Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House." After walking out of the Honeydukes Candy Store, we had a small disagreement at the door.

"Well, I'm not sure we'd like it there." My face was imperceptibly hot in the scarf.

"I asked Blaise, and he said it's a holy place for dating." Draco suggested cheekily.I guess he said that because the Three Broomsticks was just too crowded and didn't have the atmosphere he wanted.

Given the changes in our relationship, the trip was no longer just a friend's game.I back off: "Okay, let's try."

Madame Puddiffe's Tea House is on a street corner.Incense was lit inside, and the mist was steaming.The round tables were crammed together awkwardly, with lace trims on the tablecloths.Floral cushions are placed on the high-back rattan chair, and roses are placed in glass vases on the table.Velvet curtains were hung from gold hooks, and bells were tied on gold-dusted tassels.White candles stood in silver candlesticks.The ceramic tea set was painted with beautiful patterns, and the cake tray was written with cursive words of love in jam.There are also fat golden angels that can fly, throwing candy at people from time to time.All in all, this girly teahouse is indeed a good place for couples to date.

Madame Puddife was a fat woman with a shiny black bun.She walked quickly through the cramped space, serving steaming tea and exquisite refreshments to each table.

I didn't think I'd like the style and atmosphere, but it's amazing how once you relax, the vibe just fits.

"Did Dad tell you anything?" Assam black tea was still steaming when it was poured into the cup, blurring my vision for a while, "Well, during your voluntary labor."

"I think he probably has nothing to say, most of the time he just picks and ridicules me." Draco looked at me with his chin propped up, without blinking his eyes, "But you don't have to feel guilty, The godfather's reaction was completely within my expectations. In fact, I have already prepared for it, and I am happy with it." He said slightly proudly.

My hand trembled, and the spout and the rim of the teacup knocked together.I put it down pretending to be calm: "Draco, this is really not like you."

He raised one eyebrow: "Did I surprise you?"

"Oh, the Draco I'm used to is still the childish, untidy, spoiled little bastard." I pursed my lips and smiled, "Of course, your change of direction is gratifying."

"Glad you say that. You should have noticed I didn't even make fun of Potter about that giant Hagrid or about Skeeter's article."

"Of course I've noticed, you've become much cuter recently." I hurriedly comforted, but inadvertently saw a figure passing by the street, "Look——Rita Skeeter, she seems to be From the direction of the Three Broomsticks."

"If I remember correctly, Potter spends a lot of time at the Three Broomsticks every week, right?" Draco's smile froze, and he glanced out the window nonchalantly.Rita Skeeter was looking at her shorthand with joy.

"Based on Skeeter's expression, she's probably ready for a new report." I looked away from the woman.

"What else can she do besides writing nonsense." Draco's expression gradually sank—Skeeter had written countless articles, and the Malfoy family was naturally mentioned among them.

"I'd like to know what else she can find out about Potter," I said sarcastically, bringing the subject back. "Come on, Draco, I'll go talk to Dad."

"You don't have to do that, Vio." Draco frowned, then relaxed again, "It's justifiable for Godfather to do that..."

"But he's taking up too much time between you and me," I said firmly. "He can't always be a kid who's been robbed of his candy."

"Aren't you afraid that the godfather will be angry?"

I said righteously: "I don't believe he will really hand me over to Filch for solitary confinement. For what reason—just because I protested to him that his extracurricular tutoring took up my boyfriend's space?" How long has it been so that we can't see each other normally?"

Draco grabbed my hand from the table, staring at me with gray eyes: "Vio, I really like it when you call me that."

After leaving Madam Puddife's teahouse, Draco led me up the road to the Shrieking Shack.

"If I hadn't had the good chance of the Yule Ball, maybe I would have chosen to be here."

"This is where you taught me the Patronus Charm." I looked nostalgicly at the dilapidated Shrieking Shack where, last winter, I managed to unleash my Patronus for the first time.

"I've always wanted to ask you, what memories do you recall back then?" Draco hugged me from behind, his chin resting on top of my head.

"This question—I think you should have guessed the answer." I waved my wand, "Call God to protect you!"

The antelope landed lightly on the ground and ran around us.

Now I can summon the Patronus without any trouble.

Draco's arms tightened a little: "But I want to hear you say it."

"You." I couldn't help but lower my voice, "Of course it's you, Draco Malfoy. When I think back to our first meeting, I realize that this memory can call out my Patronus .”

"This is much better than the answer I expected to hear." Draco's kiss fell from the top of his hair, "Thank you Merlin for letting us meet."

Thanks Merlin.It was a scene that was both similar and yet very different from last year.I also turned around and hugged his neck, responding to more and more passionate kisses.This real experience once again emphasized to me that we were no longer just friends, this was the boy I liked and, luckily, the girl he wanted too.

We were interrupted, however, by the sound of a twig being trampled on.

Reckless interrupters are quite sensible.When we let go of each other and turned our heads, we only had time to see their fleeing backs.

And from the back view, we can only tell that they are about the third grade students.

"Pretty polite." Draco commented with a snort.

This is a warning.Being interrupted once means that there may be a series of visitors behind - after all, the Screaming Shack is also a popular attraction in Hogsmeade Village.

Draco took my hand and walked back slowly, it was still early, we could enjoy every moment together like any other couple.No annoying homework, no Quidditch practice, and no other chittering people.

"They're probably freaking out." I kicked away the branches they'd broken off.

"Maybe they just haven't seen two Slytherins kissing together."

"Isn't this kind of behavior an embarrassment to the Academy?" Draco and I looked at each other, and there was some uncertainty in each other's eyes.After all, Dad is a dean who doesn't play by common sense, and he is especially troublesome when it comes to the two of us.

Thinking of this made me more or less disturbed: "The few people just now may have recognized us."

"Recognition is just right," Draco said happily, "I'm just worrying about how to let other people know that you are already mine."

"You're so stingy," I said, but I couldn't help but smiled, "I saw a few good-looking Beauxbaton boys two days ago. The French are elegant and romantic. Pansy can help me connect."

"If someone really wants to get close to you, I will use my wand to make him go away obediently." Draco said, holding my hand, "or I can just show him this."

Two identical rings are worn on different hands, and the two hands are folded together, the rings are shining brightly in the sun.

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Have the last few chapters been too sweet?I'm a little tired...

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