[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

As soon as today's lessons were over, Draco greeted Roy and ran to the Quidditch pitch.

Roy raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Aren't all the organizations and clubs in the school disbanded by Umbridge?" As soon as she asked, she realized that the question was stupid.

Draco proudly took out an official parchment from his bag, "Umbridge approved the Slytherin House Quidditch team to continue its activities, and I went to apply to her early this morning. In fact, it is a matter of course, she is very familiar with my father." Noticing Harry's expression on the side, he raised his voice a little more, "It's interesting to see that Gryffindor can't be approved to continue training, isn't it ?”

It could be seen that Harry was trying his best to hold back his anger, and when Draco was about to continue mocking, Roy said helplessly, "Okay, Draco, go to training."

When Roy was about to return to the common room, she found a group of people running towards the gate of the castle. Curiously following the flow of people, she found several large suitcases in front of Trelawney and Umbridge standing beside her.

Trelawney clutched the knitted bag uneasily, her voice trembling: "I have lived and taught here for ten or 16 years, and Hogwarts is my home...you can't drive me away..."

Umbridge smiled and took out the dismissal order, "Honestly, I can."

Roy couldn't bear it, because Trelawney looked like she was about to cry.At this moment, Professor McGonagall hurried over, hugging Trelawney to comfort her, but her piercing eyes kept staring at Umbridge.

"Do you have anything to say?" Umbridge asked, blinking innocently.

"I have a lot to say." Mag said in a cold tone, her lips turned pale with anger.

Suddenly a god-like figure stepped out of the crowd, and he walked towards Umbridge quickly, his robe embellished with stars billowing in the wind.

"Professor McGonagall, please take Professor Trelawney back to school." Even the tone of the voice revealed an irresistible sense of quiet oppression.

"Dumbledore, let me remind you—according to the Minister/Minister, Article 23 of the Charter of Education..."

"You have the right to expel a teacher from a school, but you have no right to expel a teacher from a school," Dumbledore interrupted Umbridge, his tone steady and dignified. "Only the Headmaster has that right."

Umbridge's lips twisted, and she managed a false smile. "Not long."

After the professors left, Roy heard Hermione yelling unbearably: "We didn't learn Defense Against the Dark Arts at all, she's an ugly, evil old hag! She controls the whole school!"

"Shh." Ron glanced at Roy and quickly motioned Hermione to silence, as if he was afraid that Roy, a Slytherin, would make a small report.

But Roy left without even looking at them, and she didn't have the heart to boast that Hermione was right now.Draco had always talked about the school in a disdainful tone, and kept saying things like it was time for a new headmaster.Roy didn't take it to heart at the time, but Umbridge said something meaningful—"It's not long."

This had to make Roy rethink Draco's words.

Umbridge controls the school, that is, the Ministry of Magic controls Hogwarts, and the person who has great influence on the Ministry of Magic is Lucius.

Roy really admired Lucius from the bottom of his heart. He used money to secretly control the Ministry of Magic and the school, and behind him was Voldemort, the big//BOSS. This made Malfoy even arrogant.

The Malfoy family is powerful and powerful, which seems to be a good thing for Roy, who is Draco's fiancée, but both the school and the Ministry of Magic make her feel uneasy.As if all the dangers lurking in the darkness were ready to go, a stormy atmosphere enveloped the castle.

Draco was strutting in school every day, while Roy was busy preparing for OWLs and practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts when he had time.Although I was nervous, I spent the autumn in peace.

The temperature was as cold as in an ice cellar, there was a heavy frost every morning, the mountains around Hogwarts were covered in snow, and the temperature in the castle became so low.It's that time of the year for Roy to wrap himself up tightly again. The cold air blowing on the skin is uncomfortable, and the warming spell doesn't block the wind.

Before Christmas, the duties of the prefects became more onerous, and Roy and Draco were entrusted by Ebony to oversee the decoration of the castle.

Roy doesn't like winter, but Draco is very happy, because she is afraid of the cold, she likes to wrap him in a blanket with him when it's cold, likes to read a book quietly in his arms, and then falls asleep unconsciously caught.

Looking at her defenseless sleeping face, Draco couldn't help touching her face tenderly.

Although she is a bit self-willed, possessive and jealous, she doesn't speak out when she gets angry, and fights coldly if she doesn't make her happy.But Draco felt that Roy was really cute, lovable like a kitten, and he could tolerate her little temper and her little thoughts.

Roy suddenly trembled, frowning tightly, probably having a nightmare.Draco hugged her tightly, stroking her head to comfort her.

"Draco..." she called softly.

"Did it wake you up?"

"No," she said softly, as if she was sleepwalking, "I haven't woken up yet..."

Draco planted a kiss on her cheek, "Sleep."

"I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows and said softly, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed...um..." Roy seemed to be hesitating, but also seemed to be recalling, "You were beaten by me..."

Draco was speechless for a while, and asked with a complicated expression: "What...why did you hit me?"

Roy sniffed, her ice blue eyes were hazy, "It's just a dream about the third grade," she touched Draco's face and whispered, "I'm sorry...Draco, please call back gone."

Draco couldn't help chuckling, and then he quickly comforted him with a gentle voice, because Roy looked so sad that he was about to cry, "It's okay, Christina, I've forgotten it a long time ago."

"Sorry……"

Draco breathed a sigh of relief helplessly, smiled, and warm breath brushed Roy's face, and then kissed her lips, "Okay, it's evened now."

Roy was a little dazed, and said softly, "Draco...I really want to be with you forever."

"Isn't it natural?" Draco stroked her smooth blond hair with a soft and gentle tone, "Christina, let's get married after graduation."

"Graduated..." Roy repeated.

The pair of light gray eyes fixedly looked at Roy, calm and affectionate, like a deep pool, "Well, five years... no, just wait for me for three years, and I will definitely make you my bride."

Roy didn't speak, but smiled lightly, moved his body to make himself lie more comfortably, and closed his eyes again.She heard Draco's strong heartbeat, and that deep "good night."

She really hoped and expected that before then, at least until graduation, life could be as peaceful as it is now.Only worrying about homework and exams every day, even if it is a little stressful, as long as a hug or kiss from Draco can make her happy all day.

The distance between her before and her now is filled with many small and trivial things.

These are all the love he gave her.