[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

In a blink of an eye, it was the start of school, and Ximo and Dean sat in the same car. They hadn't seen each other for a holiday. Dean also grew taller, his skin became darker, and his teeth were as white as pearls when he smiled.

While Simo was chatting with Dean, someone knocked on the door of the cubicle. As the door opened, a round-faced girl walked in. She had brown curly hair and round eyes, and she smiled. There are two small dimples, which look very cute.

This is Lisa Dupin from their class.

Lisa said with a little embarrassment: "I can't find an empty seat, can I sit with you?"

Simo quickly moved a seat and let Lisa sit down.

And Dean looked at Lisa in a daze for a long time, then nodded in a panic.

He seemed afraid to look at Lisa, and his voice faltered.

Simo had never seen Dean in such a strange way. She always felt that Dean was blushing, although he couldn't tell from Dean's complexion.

Simo's eyes turned around the two of them.

Lisa also seemed a little shy.

She understood instantly that Dean was definitely in trouble!To avoid being a light bulb, Simo cleared his throat and said, "I have something to go to Hermione, you two should talk first."

Then she walked out of the car without waiting for Dean to speak, she closed the door for them intimately, and winked at Dean.

Simo was still secretly happy in her heart. She wanted to secretly see what they were talking about, but she felt that it was too careless to do so.

Dean found that he must be ashamed to death.

So Ximo held back her strong gossip, she glanced out the window, it was raining at this time, the sky was a bit dark, the pattering rainwater kept patting on the car window, making a crisp sound like pearls falling to the ground.The train wobbled.It doesn't seem to be running smoothly.

Simo hugged her arms tightly, feeling a little cold, she wanted to go to Hermione and the others quickly.

As a result, at this moment, a compartment door suddenly opened.

A boy came out of it.

Draco!

Draco put one hand obliquely into his pocket, and through the light from the carriage, he could only see his tall nose and beautiful jawline.

And the slender figure was reflected even more tall and straight at this moment.Simo suddenly felt that this moment was very much like a slow motion in a movie, one click at a time, and slowly freeze.

Draco just glanced at Simo lightly, without saying anything, and passed by Simo.

Simo was a little surprised, she had never seen Draco who didn't find fault.

But she also felt that she and Draco had nothing to say, and walked straight forward.

At this moment, the train suddenly made a loud bang, the whole body shook violently, and all the lights suddenly went out simultaneously.

Ximo was unsteady, as if she had fallen backwards, she had no time to react, she was almost spinning, but suddenly someone helped her in time.

Simo froze for a moment, it was Draco.

Before she could speak, Draco let go of his hand quickly. He let out a disdainful snort, and the look of disdain on his face was clearly visible, as if nothing had happened. Can't tell either.

She thanked her softly, and wanted to leave quickly. In the darkness, she suddenly found layers of ice forming on the car windows, and the whole car seemed to be shrouded in a frightening white mist.

She felt as if something was blowing against her hair, and an overwhelming cold almost enveloped her, and Simo could hardly move, as if she was frozen.

Cold sweat trickled down from her forehead, and she felt that her mind was blank, and a kind of unspeakable fear and despair was eating away at her whole body bit by bit.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed her tightly, and the other's body temperature seemed to hit her heart directly along the air.It was a very warm hand.

"Don't be afraid..." The boy's voice sounded almost close to Simo's ear.

Simo was taken aback, this is Draco.

Draco actually held her hand, she looked at him stiffly, the distance between the two of them was too close, even in the dark, she could see that his expression was very pale, as if he was suppressing that fear.

But the whole person is still maintaining composure.

Simo lowered his eyes, then clenched that hand tightly.

The warmth of this hand seemed to dispel her fear.Reminding her that she still has consciousness.

Time seemed to freeze, and after an unknown amount of time, the ice that had formed outside the window began to melt little by little.The dense fog also receded a little bit.The lights on the carriage came on one after another.Everything was as if nothing had happened.

The Express wobbled a bit and started again.

It was still raining outside, and the rain was beating on the car windows desperately.

Simo felt as if she had been reborn, but she suddenly found that her and Draco's hands were still holding tightly.

The other party looked at her in a daze, slightly absent-minded, and she also saw her bewildered look in Draco's gray-blue eyes.

With a swipe, the two people let go of their hands in an extremely tacit understanding. They turned their backs to each other and neither looked at the other, as if nothing had happened just now.

Bang, bang, my heart was beating like thunder.

Simo bit her lip and ran away in a hurry.

She found Harry and the others, and found that there was a strange man in the carriage. He was a gentle-looking man with a light mustache, but he was a little tired.

Hermione quickly grabbed Simo and said, "This is Professor Lupine, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Simo suppressed her uneasiness just now, and said politely, "Hello, Professor, my name is Simo Finnigan."

"Finnigan, are you okay just now, would you like a piece of chocolate?" Lupine's voice was slightly hoarse.

Simo shook her head, indicating that she was fine. She turned her attention to Harry, but found that Harry was very pale and decadent, and Hermione and Ron were not in a good mood, and they were tense.

Lupine looked at Simo and explained: "The dementors came just now." He sighed with some worry.

"Dementor!" Simo's eyes widened, no wonder she was so scared, but she suddenly remembered Draco holding her hand tightly in the dark, and whispering in her ear not to be afraid.

This is not Draco's style of painting. He obviously likes to find fault and provoke with arrogance, but why would he do this.

Ximo felt that her heart was almost out of control, and she panicked again.

The author has something to say: the third grade has officially started, and there are a lot of manuscripts saved because of the defense, so don’t worry about updating,

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