[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

October is coming soon, snowflakes are falling, and the whole of Hogwarts is shrouded in snow.

Ron was in a bad mood during this time, because Ginny and Dean started dating. During the summer vacation, Dean and Lisa broke up, and slowly fell in love with Ginny again.

Simo was nestling on the sofa eating chocolate chips, and Ron kept thinking beside her.

Simo stuffed the chocolate beans into his mouth, "I've been listening to your nagging since yesterday, and I'm so bored."

Ron's mouth was stuffed with chocolate beans and he couldn't speak. He glanced at Simo resentfully.

Simo clapped her hands and walked out of the common room. The corridor was slightly chilly, and she didn't know why she came out. She looked down the window.

Snowflakes are still falling.

Simo turned her head to and fro, she leaned against the wall and rubbed her hands, but at this moment, she suddenly saw a familiar figure - Draco.

He was in a hurry, he didn't know where he was going, and he seemed to be hiding from something, but his tall and thin figure stood in front of the crowd of students

It seemed extraordinarily abrupt, and a little more lonely.

Ximo's breathing stopped suddenly, and she didn't know why she followed secretly.By the time she realized what she was doing, her steps were already moving.

At this time, there were fewer and fewer students around, and Draco was almost the only figure in the entire corridor. What was he going to do?

Simo followed behind him cautiously.

But she suddenly realized that she was stupid, why did she follow Draco.

Ximo patted her face and smiled wryly at herself. She turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed her and dragged her into a corner.

Seymour was about to scream suddenly, but her mouth was covered in an instant, her neck was pressed against the tip of her wand, and all the strength of Seymour's back was pressed against the wall.

She looked around in horror.

It's Draco!

His deep eyes were icy cold that could not be ignored, and she felt his neck was firmly pressed against his wand.

"Why are you following me?" Draco asked coldly.

Simo couldn't speak, she shook her head desperately, she felt like she was about to suffocate.

Draco still didn't let go of his hand, his eyes were fierce and cold: "Very well, if you don't tell the truth, did Potter tell you to follow me.

Simo felt her heart sink a little bit, Draco in front of her was strange and terrifying.

For some reason, a tear suddenly rolled down her eye and smacked on the back of Draco's hand.

Draco was taken aback, and he let go of his hand abruptly.The figure of the whole person is hidden in the depths again.

Simo leaned against the wall, and she looked up.

His eyes were obviously so cold, but Simo suddenly felt that something was suppressing in the depths of his eyes.

Layers of tumbling emotions have made Ximo feel suffocated.

She had long ignored the pain in her neck, and Simo almost subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Are you asking me why? Heh, we are no longer the same way." Draco's voice was icy cold:

"Shut down your Gryffindor hypocrisy,

Why didn't I ask you why when you and Potter were heroes,

When you sent my father to Azkaban, I didn't ask you why,

Now I warn you, don't try to interfere with me, otherwise you know the consequences. "

Ximo's figure froze suddenly, and she felt that every second that passed here seemed to be ten thousand years long, as if it had consumed her entire life.

Draco looked at Simo, he sneered, and walked past her resolutely.

Simo didn't know how she got back to the Gryffindor lounge,

While Ron was still complaining, Seymour lowered her eyes and walked slowly up the stairs when she heard Hermione stop her.

Simo took a deep breath and licked her lips, "What's wrong, Hermione."

Hermione was taken aback, and hurried up the stairs: "Why do you look so bad?"

Ximo sniffed, suppressing the pain in her heart, and said softly, "It's too cold outside."

……

On the weekend, Seymour and Hermione went to Hogward together, and Hermione kept drinking her butterbeer without saying a word, and Seymour's eyes turned around Hermione and Ron twice.

Then reluctantly took it back, Harry shrugged at Simo.

Simo took a sip of the butterbeer and felt it burning. She had been very irritable for a while.

The air in the Three Broomsticks was even more suffocating for her now.

Simo put on the scarf, put on her coat, and said to them, "You guys drink first, I'll go get some air."

As soon as she stepped out of the three broomsticks, a gust of cold air rushed towards her face, and her face was instantly flushed by the wind and snow.Simo walked slowly,

Her face was almost buried in the thick scarf, she put her hands in her pockets, and people with smiling faces kept passing by her.

At this moment, Simo suddenly saw Draco in the corner.

Simo was too familiar with his figure and was far away, but she confirmed it at a glance.

Draco walked alone in the wind and snow wearing a cloak, his robe was rattling by the wind, the wind and snow were wanton, his figure looked a bit lonely.

He walked towards Simo, holding some package in his hand.

Simo felt a rush of blood rushing up her head, she almost lost all strength, and just stood there in the wind and snow.

Her hair was blown up by the wind, snowflakes slapped her face, and her skin was stinging with coldness. Simo suddenly remembered his indifferent and dangerous eyes that day,

Ximo instantly felt that her whole body was eroded by the wind and snow, and her blood seemed to be frozen.

Draco also saw Simo, he paused, and walked past Simo shoulder to shoulder.

Simo pursed her lips, exhaled heavily, then raised her feet and returned to the Three Broomsticks,

She saw Professor Slughorn talking to Harry and the others, and Simo walked over to say hello. "Professor, hello."

Professor Slughorn smiled slightly when he saw Simo: "Hi, Finnigan, I'm discussing the Christmas dinner with your friends, are you interested in attending?"

Ximo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "It's a great honor."

Slughorn laughed. "Very well, you just wait for the owl mail invitations."

Then he glanced at Ron again and raised his glass: "Nice to meet you, Valenby."

...........

After seeing Slughorn leave, Ron said sourly: "Simore, he can even remember your name, but he calls me Wallenby."

Simo pulled off her scarf, she felt the snowflakes melted on her hair, she spread her hands: "Maybe I seem to be a good student in Potions class."

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