[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Seymour got up early in the morning and started to do her homework. Professor Snape left a 4-foot paper due tomorrow, and Seymour didn't move a word.

The morning was misty, and the sun shone through the clouds, quickly dispelling the clouds.

Hermione looked at Simo in surprise, "Simo, why did you write it?"

Ximo held her forehead weakly, and she sighed sadly, "How bold the heart is, how late the thesis is."

"Poor Seymour." Hermione patted Seymour on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "You write well. I'll go to watch Quidditch with Ginny first."

"Oh, you guys go." Simo shook her head in pain while writing furiously.

.........

at last.

Seymour got up from her seat in a daze, and she barely covered 4 feet.Harry's game is probably almost over.

In order not to miss the result of the game, Ximo hurriedly put on a scarf and ran out of the dormitory.

There was almost no one in Hogwarts Castle, the entire corridor on the second floor was silent, and the wind blew in through the windows, bringing a chill.

Simo jogged for a few steps, and suddenly found a house-elf sitting on the window sill in front of him. It was sitting there waving its long fingers, and its back seemed lonely. Semo looked along the window and it was definitely not Quidditch. arena.

Is the house-elf watching the game, too?

She also subconsciously looked over, the athletes were all stalemate in the sky, as if something happened in the game, she looked up and found that the Bludger was chasing a boy like crazy out of control,

The boy fled in a panic, his red robe rattling in the wind.

Seymour squinted her eyes, startled to realize that the boy who had been hit by the Bludger was actually Harry, because his black hair was so obvious.

How could the Bludger get out of control?Simo glanced warily at the house-elf, who had been waving its long fingers there.

Simo cautiously walked behind it, drew out her wand and pointed it at it.But at this moment, the house elf seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head.

Ximo froze all of a sudden, and they stared at each other for a long time.The house-elf looked at Simo in a daze, "Miss Finnigan."

Simo didn't expect this house elf to know her. She was a little surprised. Could it be that she is so famous?But Simo quickly realized his purpose, and cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Why did you attack Harry?"

"Sorry" it looked at Simo, and then stretched out his hand, Simo rushed over instinctively without thinking.

But the moment she rushed over, the house-elf disappeared quickly, and Simo suddenly rushed to nothing. She suddenly regretted it, but it was too late, and Simo fell directly from the window sill due to too much force.He fell heavily to the ground.

...........

When Simo woke up, she was lying in the medical room, her body ached so badly that every bone seemed to be broken.She frowned in pain.

Simo moved her head with difficulty, looked around, and found that Harry was lying on the bed on her right, and Draco was lying on the bed not far from her left, who was always calling.

The group of people next to Harry saw Simo woke up, and quickly surrounded her. Hermione asked anxiously, "Simour, how are you?"

Simo's face was very pale, and she forced the corners of her mouth to twitch: "It's okay."

"What happened to you? Why did you fall on the grass." Hermione asked worriedly.

Simo spread her hands, but she gasped in pain and frowned, "It's hard to explain, but what's wrong with Harry?"

"It's not all about your idol," Ron interjected.

"What?" Simo was a little surprised.

Dean shrugged at the side, a little helpless, "Simo, I'll talk to you after you recover."

At this moment Draco kept crying out for pain, and Simo had never felt that Draco was so noisy.She glanced at Draco, then at Hermione.Hermione showed an indescribable expression.

At this time, "Okay, Malfoy, stop screaming, you can be discharged from the hospital." Madam Pomfrey rushed over with the potion suddenly, she said to Draco impatiently.

Then he was a little surprised to see Simo, "Oh, Finnigan, you're awake."

Simo grinned at her. "Hello, Madam Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey said very gently, "Finnigan, your bones are just connected, so be careful."

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

Thanks to the existence of magic, Simo was discharged from the hospital on the third day. It was a happy thing, but Simo couldn't be happy at all, because Colin in the first grade was petrified, and he took pictures of Harry two days ago Woolen cloth.

She walked to the vicinity of the Black Lake in a somewhat dull manner. There was no one here, and everyone was basically staying in the dormitory now, unwilling to come out.

It was rare for her to see such a quiet black lake, the wind passed through, the lake splashed with ripples, the green grass also swayed, and the faint scent of fragrant grass surrounded her.

Simo turned around and found Draco walking towards him.Against the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the sunlight gently coated his body with a thin layer of gold.

Draco obviously didn't expect to meet Simo, so he paused.

Simo took the initiative to speak, "What a coincidence! Malfoy." She felt a little provocative, but this provocative tone made her feel instantly happy.

Draco's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, "Finnigan, why aren't you with your stupid friend anymore?"

Simo looked at him and said deliberately, "How dare you say that, have you forgotten the last time?"

really.

The sarcastic smile on Draco's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression was very bad in an instant, "Hmph, let me give you a piece of advice, don't fall for those so-called friends of yours again, be careful that you will be next."

Simo was not very happy, she snorted, "Malfoy, stop pretending to be a good person, you wish I could be petrified too."

Draco's brows furrowed even more, his pretty eyebrows twitched, and he said almost angrily, "Hmph, Finnigan, whatever you want, you can think whatever you want."

As he spoke, he threw off his robe, strode away, and quickly disappeared in front of Simo.

Simo stood there in a daze, not knowing why Draco was so angry.

Could it be that his plot was exposed?

How can there be such a strange Slytherin.

The author has something to say: the more I write this book, the happier I am. I feel like I am fulfilling my dream. I have grown up since the third grade.