[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

When Seymour returned to the Gryffindor common room, the other students had already returned to their dormitories, only Ron, Hermione, and Harry were still waiting for her.

Hermione stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, and quickly went to Simo's side.She grabbed Simo's hand, her face turned pale instantly:

"Umbridge...she did the same to you."

A suppressed anger flashed across Harry's brows, and he almost clenched his fists tightly, "...she doesn't even let girls go."

"Can Umbridge still be sympathetic?"

Ron took Harry's words and complained, then he suddenly looked at Hermione as if thinking of something,

"By the way, Hermione, what juice did you make for Harry last time, hurry up and make it for Simo."

But Simo waved her hand, the corners of her mouth curled into a small arc, and she said softly, "Forget it, Hermione, don't bother me, I'm fine. Let's all go up and rest."

Speaking of which, she didn't go to see them, but walked up the spiral stairs slowly by herself.

After entering the dormitory, Lavender and the others had already rested, but they still kept the lights on for her and Hermione.

Simo lay face down on the bed, she couldn't help biting her fingers, as if trying to keep herself from crying.

She thought of Draco's panicked and angry expression just now, of his complicated eyes, and of his fingers tightly clutching hers.

She felt as if something was screaming inside of her.

She bit her finger fiercely, and the pain from the wound on the back of her hand seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

At this moment, someone suddenly grabbed her arm gently, only to hear Hermione speak anxiously:

"Sim, I've made the juice from the tentacles of the Mortla Rat, so dip your hands in it."

But the moment Simo turned her head, Hermione panicked, "Simo, why are you crying!"

Simo pursed her lips, submissively dipped her injured hand in the bowl, and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

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Neville discovered the Room of Requirement, which became their base for DA training.But their learning path is still very difficult.

Ron had been muttering at the dinner table early in the morning, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Hermione leaned into Simo's ear and whispered, "Harry said he's been doing this since last night."

Simo was drinking the milk slowly, and she said vaguely, "Oliver left too much pressure on him."

"Your senior Oliver is too good after all." Hermione teased with a smile.

Hearing this, Simo almost choked on the milk, and she gave Hermione a slap in reproach.

At this moment, Draco and several of his followers suddenly walked to the Gryffindor long table.

There was a hint of malice in Draco's beautiful eyes, one hand was lazily resting on the table, and the other suddenly pointed to the badge on his chest.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Weasley is our king."

Ron froze for a moment, but soon his face flushed red.

Because Draco then said slowly, "He always puts the ball in the goal."

Ron wanted to pounce on him, almost out of breath, but Harry grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Draco raised his brows coldly, he sneered mockingly, and then left the Gryffindor long table with Goyle and Crabbyan.

Simo, who witnessed this scene, was even more upset.She quickly poured all the milk into her stomach, and stood up from the long table, "Let's go, Hermione, let's go to the arena."

The frosty grass was covered with a lovely milky white. The weather had started to get colder. There was no wind, but the cold air was still swaggering around Hogwarts.

Seymour and Hermione sat in the stands together. She leaned on her chin with her hands and watched the Quidditch field quietly. Soon the Gryffindor and Slytherin players entered the field.

The Slytherin stands were whistling and singing taunting Ron.

But fortunately, Harry caught the golden snitch, but when the Gryffindor audience was cheering, the Quidditch players of the two teams actually fought.

The stands became noisy in an instant, and the scene became very chaotic for a while, as if they had forgotten the existence of the teachers.

Simo stood up from the stands all at once, grabbed Hermione's hand, and said anxiously,

"You are a prefect, you have to stop them quickly! Umbridge will definitely blame it then,"

Hermione frowned, and then dashed down, she shouted, "I'm a prefect, stop it! Stop hitting!"

Seeing this, Simo also ran down.

Maybe it was during the game that he accumulated a lot of anger.

Gryffindor and Slytherin could no longer tell who was who. These players were all fighting together crazily, screaming endlessly. They didn't know who was pulling whose tie, and they didn't know who was desperately fighting. struggle.

Hermione rushed in and pulled the frame hard, trying to separate these people, her voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of scuffling.

Simo was also holding a fight with Hermione. She pulled the arms of those people and tried to pull them away, but at this moment,

Unknowingly, she pushed in Ximo's direction, and Ximo was hit unexpectedly. She staggered, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell to the ground with a bang.

Before Simo had time to react, his head had already hit the grass heavily.

In an instant, Ximo's forehead felt a sharp pain, and she hit a sharp stone with her unbiased head.

Simo felt a hot current flowing down her forehead, she subconsciously touched her forehead with her hand, and the moment she put her hand down, she saw blood on her hand.

"Simore!" Hermione was taken aback, and she shouted in a panic, "Stop it!"

Simo covered her forehead, feeling a little dizzy. She wanted to wave her hand at Hermione, but found that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

The scuffling people around seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Draco instinctively followed Hermione's voice, he felt short of breath for an instant, Simo was kneeling on the grass, blood slowly flowed down her fingers, forming a streak on her fair cheeks Terrible bloodstains.

Draco couldn't help but exhausted all his strength, trying to push Harry away who was wrestling with him like crazy,

But unexpectedly, Harry suddenly let go of his hand first, and he ran to Simo at once.

Harry squatted in front of Simo, supported her already weakened body, and shouted to those who were in a daze:

"Hurry up!! Get the stretcher quickly! Take Ximo to the medical room!"

Ron also ran over at this time, and they held Simo's arms together and gently lifted her onto the stretcher.

Simo felt unconscious, she tilted her head and lay on the stretcher. The moment the stretcher was lifted, she seemed to see Draco clenched his hands.

She felt that she had no strength, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The author has something to say: The plot after Ha 5 is getting heavier and heavier, and I am tired of writing some parts. In fact, the two people like each other now, but they torture each other. But in this big environment, the two people can’t be sweet Come to think of it, the positions are different after all. If they get back together, Simo will be in a difficult situation. Even if Harry and the others don't mind, there will still be a gap.

But they will break through the obstacles, Sima needs some courage, Draco needs to grow up, the two will be sweet!

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