[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Seymour went to see Harry practice Quidditch early this morning, and she soon noticed a thin red figure flying across the sky like a shooting star, his robes rattling in the wind.

It was Seymour's former idol, Oliver Wood.

Simo felt very guilty. She was clearly here to see Harry's training, but her eyes could not help catching Wood's figure now. Simo bet she had never seen such a good-looking person as Fei.

Her gifted cousin, Figo, was not as good-looking as Woodfield either.

When they came down from the training ground, Wood walked over with Harry in his arms. He saw Simo and showed a nice smile, "Finnigan, are you coming to see us train?"

Simo was a little surprised. She obviously didn't expect Wood to know her. She nodded and hummed happily.

"Then Finnigan, do you want to join our Quidditch team?" Wood asked suddenly.

Seymour was afraid to look at Wood's eyes, but before Seymour could speak, Harry suddenly interjected, "Of course Seymour wants to participate, because..." He pushed his glasses a little He looked at Simo jokingly.

Harry couldn't learn it anyway, and he must have been led astray by the two big mouths of Ron and Dean.

Simo hurriedly said, her tone was very righteous, "Because I have a heart that loves sports. But Wood, I can't do it now. My flying skills are not in place now, so I can't hold you back."

Wood suddenly smiled and touched Ximo's head, the boy's voice was very clear, "Okay, then our Quidditch team welcomes you anytime."

Ximo stood there in a daze, the remaining warmth in her hair was still there, did she get killed by touching her head?

Was it actually killed by Wood's touch?

She blinked her big blue eyes, her face flushed red, Ximo hummed softly, and hurriedly found an excuse and ran away.

Because her face was so red, she couldn't control it at all, and her heart was pounding. Simo felt that she needed to find a place to calm down, but she didn't expect that she ran into Draco, the lingering guy again. !

Ximo's face had turned red because of her shyness, but her skin was extraordinarily fair. Her light brown hair had grown longer and longer, making her look like a pretty little girl.

Draco suddenly looked a little strange when he saw Simo.

Simo felt that he had been staring at her face inexplicably, and for a moment Simo even felt that Draco seemed to see through her mind.In a panic, Ximo actually made a fan with her hands and fanned it, "It's too hot today, too hot."

Draco opened his mouth and was about to speak when he realized that Seymour had already run away.

Simo felt that she was so stupid that she made a fool of herself in front of Draco every time.

So much so that whenever he sees Draco in the next few days, Simo will pretend not to see him, turn around and run away.

...................

Since that day, Simo has been embarrassed to watch Quidditch training, and Harry and the others have teased her several times.

Thinking of Simo made her head feel dizzy.No heart to study.She was lying on her stomach on a desk in the library.I fell asleep without knowing it.

To be honest, the thickness of Professor Lockhart's "Walking with Vampires" is really just right for a pillow, and it is neither soft nor hard, so Ximo slept extraordinarily comfortably, and even had a sweet dream.

But at this moment, someone suddenly pulled the book from under Simo's head, and Simo's head fell to the table, and she almost cried out in pain. It's not easy to lose your temper, and you can only stare at the instigator angrily.

Unexpectedly, it was that annoying Draco.Simo didn't know what had happened recently, but she kept running into him.

Draco unceremoniously took the book "Walking with Vampires" that Simo used as a pillow. He flipped through the crumpled pages and looked at Simo with a half-smile, his voice a little disgusted:

"As far as I know, isn't Miss Finnigan a big fan of that idiot? Why? Using his beloved book as a pillow?"

It was because he unceremoniously pulled out the book "Walking with Vampires" from under Simo's head that she suddenly woke up from her dream of being a prefect.

This kind of guy has absolutely no guilt at all.

Simo snatched the book back and stared at him impatiently. Draco coughed uncomfortably under Simo's stare.

Seymour cleared her throat and said, "I don't like Lockhart a long time ago, he's in the past tense."

Draco was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Simo with the weird eyes from before, then nodded in understanding after a while, and returned to his haughty look, but his voice was a little uncomfortable: "Why are you these days? Always avoid me."

Simo breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, Simo thought he was going to ask her who she liked now. To be honest, Simo has been in doubt for the past few days. She always feels that Draco has seen her little secret.

Although it's not a small secret, several of her friends know about it, but Draco must not let it know, if Draco knows, the whole school will know, then she must be ashamed to see Wood.

She even figured that if he wanted to ask, she would say that her new idol was Hagrid!

But Draco suddenly asked why he was hiding from him, and Simo was stunned for a few seconds. To be honest, Simo actually didn't want to hide from her, but didn't want to see him at all.

But Simo was quite sensible, she was about to say,

She and Draco would definitely quarrel, and at that time, she might be blacklisted by Mrs. Pince in the library.

Thinking about how much Ximo admired herself again.

So Ximo shook her head and said sincerely: "Really, I didn't hide from you."

"Impossible." Draco retorted bluntly, and then said with a slightly malicious smile: "Finnigan, I have seen you avoid me several times. You can admit that you are the one who saw Slater I'm scared away by the cowards"

"Gryffindor is not a coward." Simo decided not to be as knowledgeable as him, which would lower her IQ. She spread her hands and replied perfunctorily, "You must remember wrongly, or there were butterflies flying by at that time, I turned around and chased the butterflies."

Simo was insincere as soon as he heard it, and Draco was angered by his unconcerned answer. His pale face flushed slightly, and he turned around and left with a flick of his robe.

As a result, he walked too fast, and he didn't notice that he bumped into Simo's foot stretched out in the aisle. Being tripped by Simo's foot, his body fell forward uncontrollably.

Startled, Simo grabbed Draco's hand instinctively, and abruptly pulled back his body that was about to have an intimate contact with the ground.

He looked at Ximo angrily: "You did it on purpose!"

"Good intentions are not rewarded. If I did it on purpose, you can wait to go to the infirmary." Ximo was not too happy about being so slandered.She pouted, a little annoyed.

"What kind of girl is so strong." Draco muttered in a low voice, but Simo heard it, and she was even angrier now.It's her strength to blame. If she doesn't have much strength, how can she hold him.

Just as Ximo was about to speak angrily, she suddenly found that their hands were still tightly held together. The temperature of the two hands clasped was very hot, as if a cluster of flames were burning in the palms of their hands.

Simo suddenly felt why Draco's hand was so hot, it was not at all different from his cold appearance.

Draco stared at their intertwined hands, froze for a few seconds, then shook Simo's hand away.

"Finnigan, wait and see." Draco said a harsh word, and left in a hurry, but the roots of his ears seemed to be slightly red.Especially noticeable on pale skin tones.

After returning to the bedroom,

"Simore, why are you so red?" Hermione asked puzzled,

Simo lied: "Professor Lockhart smiled at me today."

Speaking of her paralyzed on the bed, she must have been pissed off by Draco!

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