[HP] My lovely little prince

Seeing Harry's stupid look, Anna laughed: "I know what you're thinking, if you have blood, wouldn't it be more proof that you are a descendant, right? But why don't you think about it, Slytherin is known as pure blood There are so many people, they are always married, today with Ravenclaw, tomorrow with Hufflepuff, of course there are many powerful alliances with Slytherin, but this proves that their blood, in fact, everyone is mixed , if only a little bit of Slytherin blood can be counted as his descendant, then many people in this school should have their surnames changed."

Harry gradually calmed down under Anna's explanation.

"Harry, you are you not because of the so-called blood in your body, but because of your choice, your personality. Your choice has made you who you are now."

Anna's gaze was deep and calm, like a reassurance that weighed on Harry's heart.

Harry nodded, yes, he knew all this had nothing to do with him, he didn't do it, he was a Gryffindor, and he was proud of being a Gryffindor.

Anna also planned to continue to sit by the Black Lake for a while. Today is a rest day and the rare good weather. Harry chose to go to Hagrid's room to do it. very close.

Anna lay sideways on the grass by the Black Lake, propped her head on her hands, and flipped through the books on the grass.

"Are people in Gryffindor so unmannered, they can lie down anywhere."

Anna raised her head and saw Draco standing there alone a few steps away. Anna sat up and looked around, but she really didn't see his two silly followers.

"Where are your two followers? Why didn't you see them today."

Anna was purely curious. After all, she had hardly seen the three of them separate for such a long time. Anna even thought that the three of them were actually conjoined twins.

"None of your business, Frenchie!"

Draco said angrily, Anna thought Draco was very interesting, she was angry on the surface, but she refused to walk away, and she was about to walk up to you and tell you that I was angry, which was the same as that cute little girl in her family. Like my cousin, every time after Anna teased my little cousin, the little cousin would stand aside angrily, put his hands on his chest, blushing and say: "I'm angry, you've gone too far, I'm super super angry, unless I'll forgive you if you give me three chocolate frogs!"

Because the little cousin eats too much chocolate and grows too fat, Anna's aunt stipulates that the little cousin can only eat chocolate frogs once a month.

And Draco, in Anna's eyes at this moment, is exactly the same as the little cousin who said loudly that I was super angry, extremely cute.

"So, Englishman, do you want to come over and sit down? I heard that you British people like to bask on the grass whenever the sun is out."

In fact, it goes without saying that when I lived in the UK, Anna’s father liked to move a recliner to lie in the garden every time the sun came out, drink tea, read newspapers, and bask in the sun even if he was in a daze. After moving to Italy, the warm sun in Italy made Anna's father finally change this habit.

The expression on Draco's face was very awkward, as if I looked down on you so much, I despised you so much, but he obediently came to sit next to Anna and sat down, even when he sat down, carefully tidied himself up Slytherin school uniform.

Even on the grass, Draco sat upright, with a straight back, but Anna was limp as if she had no bones, twisted into an S shape, because Draco's straight back, When Anna wanted to look at him, she could only see a black shadow against the backlight.

"Come on, my lovely little prince, why are you so nervous about basking in the sun, please lie down."

Anna smiled and rushed forward and pressed Draco to the ground. Draco was so frightened by Anna's sudden movement that his expression changed, and he lay on the ground with his mouth open. Her bangs were lifted up, revealing her smooth forehead.

After being pinned to lie on the grass, Draco was about to struggle to stand up, but Anna pinned his shoulders instead.

"Lie down."

Anna leaned her head next to Draco's shoulder, on the one hand, Draco couldn't move, and on the other hand, Draco didn't dare to move.

The postures of the two were a little ambiguous, but Anna didn't think about it.

"Can I ask you something?"

Anna put down halfway through the book, Draco was about to fall asleep under the sun, the grass was soft and the sun was mild, Draco only felt sleepy, and heard Anna's words in a daze.

"If I say no, will you stop asking?"

Draco pulled up the corner of his mouth and wanted to sneer, but thinking of the posture of the two of them now, he felt a little bit unable to laugh.

Ana moved away from his shoulder and shifted to looking sideways at Draco.

Draco could even feel Anna's breath spraying on his ears and the side of his face, he felt that half of his body became stiff, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"Heir of Slytherin, is that you?"

Anna's words were very straightforward, without any concealment.

As if he had heard some shocking news, Draco immediately turned his head to look at Anna, but the distance between the two was too close, and when Draco turned his head, he even accidentally brushed Anna's nose.

Originally wanted to give a particularly angry answer, but now Draco was only shy, and blushing, he pretended to be angry and turned his head back: "Of course not. If it was me, how could I let that Hermione Granger stay?" So far. Huh, Muggleborn."

When it came to the latter, Draco snorted angrily.

Anna nodded: "Okay, then I know."

Perhaps because of Anna's calm tone, Draco was a little surprised: "You actually believe me?"

You must know that Crabbe and Goyle also asked this question before, but after he said no, Crabbe and Goyle only felt that he was hiding it. Neither of them believed Draco, but Anna believed it.

"Are you going to lie to me?"

Anna's eyes were so sincere that Draco was embarrassed: "No, no."

Draco didn't know why he said no, why he wouldn't lie to a Gryffindor, what's more, Draco began to think, why did he come over just now, why did he talk to a Gryffindor Lying together more, thinking of the French guy sitting and chatting with the scarred Harry Potter just now, he couldn't control his steps, and then walked over.

Thinking of this, Draco couldn't help but want to use the time-turner to go back to the past, and then tried to grab the back of his neck, choking his neck all the way to send himself back to the Slytherin lounge, instead of going back to the Slytherin lounge with this Frenchies lying and chatting together!

"I knew that a beautiful boy like you would not lie to me."

Anna habitually stretched out her hand and flicked Draco's upturned little nose lightly.

Draco felt that the tip of his nose was on fire, so hot that he sat up immediately holding his nose.

"You! You! You French!"

Draco got up and ran, even stumbling a few times along the way, Draco swore he heard laughter behind him as he ran away, the lively and happy laughter of that Frenchman!

Anna felt that the British sun was too shy, because the rare good weather only lasted for a few hours in the morning, and when Anna had lunch at noon, the weather turned gloomy again.

Looking at the dense clouds and mist on the ceiling, Anna sighed. She began to miss the sunshine in Italy, even the sunshine in France.

Anna went back to the dormitory after dinner, and didn't go out to eat dinner again until evening. As a result, groups of Gryffindors gathered together and discussed in low voices. Both Duran and Julie pointed at Harry. After pointing, Ginny's face became even paler. If it wasn't for Duran supporting her, Anna even thought she was going to faint.

"Hey, what happened?"

Anna sat across from Ginny, and next to her was Julie.

"Justin is petrified, and so is Headless Nick."

Anna tried her best to figure out who Justin was, but after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out. She simply asked, "Who is Justin? Isn't Sir Nicholas already a ghost? Why is he also petrified?"

Most of the magic that can act on the soul is black magic, otherwise, Peeves would not be able to stay in Hogwarts long ago, and the students who are always bullied by it will return no soul fragments. left.

What everyone panicked the most was what happened to Sir Nicholas. What could hurt a dead soul?There were not many people who stayed in school before, but now there are even fewer people. Many people who originally planned to stay in school are now chasing after their respective deans, hoping to cancel the number of places to stay in school, and quickly book tickets to go home.

The Gryffindors were even more reluctant to walk with Harry now, except for the Weasleys plus Hermione and Anna.

Harry now doesn’t appear in the crowd unless necessary. Although he can’t appear in the crowd, everyone avoids him and avoids him. This makes Harry very uncomfortable, so he basically stays in the dormitory every day don't go out.

Anna didn't think it was necessary to do this, Harry always avoided it like this, and couldn't solve the problem.

Soon Christmas came, and there were only a few people left in the whole castle. All the students of Ravenclaw Hufflepuff had left, and most of the students of Slytherin were the same, only Draco had two Little follower.Originally, Draco's father asked him to go back, but Draco didn't know what to think, but he made up his mind to stay at school for Christmas.

On Christmas Day, Hermione's Polyjuice Potion was finally ready. Anna and Hermione sat on the floor of the girls' bathroom. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Although the Polyjuice Potion was not the perfect quality, But at least get a good one too.

"It's unbelievable Hermione, you have such a talent for potions, I wish I could swap my head with yours."

Anna was downcast, she really didn't have the ability to accept potions, as long as she saw the pot of all kinds of mucus and the things boiled out of the stumps, she just wanted to vomit.

Hermione carefully removed the cauldron from the shelf, and the bubbling Polyjuice Potion gradually cooled down.

"Now it's just a matter of getting a little of what's on them, hair, nails."

Hermione's tone revealed a kind of death-defying meaning, almost like the frustration she felt when she wanted to steal things from Snape's private data library.

Anna could only pat Hermione on the shoulder, giving Hermione some spiritual comfort.

"But seriously, last time I asked Draco, he said he wasn't the heir of Slytherin"