[HP] Tsundere from afar

We were pretty much caged after Umbridge ordered the capture.One of the Slytherins was about to grab my robe, but Draco stopped him when he arrived.

His pale face was still flushed with exercise, and his blond hair was slightly disheveled.He almost pointed at the Slytherin and yelled, "Let her go, Nott!"

"What, it's a prisoner!" the thug-looking Slytherin said to Draco dissatisfied.

"Go catch something else." Draco pushed him away impatiently: "I'll do this one."

The Slytherin left cursing, but he obviously didn't dare to take offense at Draco.Draco pretended to be carrying my school robe towards Umbridge, but I could feel his movements being very gentle, and he looked a bit annoyed.

Draco moved a little closer to me, and whispered in my ear, "I obviously looked for you with a double-sided mirror, Eve."

"I just forgot." I muttered.

"Cho Zhang's friend told Umbridge these things!" Behind him, Draco almost cursed, and he pinched my waist angrily, obviously still angry: "That old woman told Cho Zhang Zhang used Veritaserum, she called out all the members of the D.A, and I don't know what Umbridge is going to do."

"Whatever, thanks, Draco." I took Draco's cold hand from behind, and the Hogwarts school robes were so baggy that no one could see what we were doing with our sleeves pressed against our sleeves.

The correct way for me and Draco to open up now is——

The new generation of Hogwarts' underground love version Romeo and Juliet.

Harry and Autumn.Zhang was taken away by Umbridge, and Hermione winked wildly at me and Draco, as if she wanted Draco to follow him.In the end, Draco couldn't bear to whiten Hermione, and Hermione was so angry that her nostrils turned back and she lost her beauty.

We were all demerited that night, which made Hufflepuff, who was sobbing while pulling my sleeve, burst into tears. I walked over and hugged her, and told her in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "At least we are not expelled from school."

She glanced at me, stopped crying and nodded with dignity.

Because we are the kind and tolerant Hufflepuff, the bad things in the world are not the worst for us, only worse, and Hufflepuff can be happy before it gets worse.

I've always found this to be an advantage.

The next day, Filch posted another instruction on the wall.We gather to look around, this is almost the last straw that destroys the old Hogwarts---

"Dolores Jane Umbridge will replace Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts."

I muttered, and the moment I finished speaking, there was a muffled sound of thunder outside the gate, just like this command, a thunderbolt from the clear sky.I stared blankly at the wall full of prohibition instructions, and felt a kind of pain in my pupils. Looking at this wall would cause me to have intensive phobia.

Heavy rain is coming, but I'm not yet "waterproof and wet", which makes me uneasy.

Hogwarts is almost exclusively controlled by Umbridge, who blatantly punishes students and develops her vicious revenge psychology in disguise.She made Filch take down all the portraits in the hallway, and the portraits were all empty and no one knew where they lived, and these things just got worse.

Hogwarts had grown so dark and frightening that even the Hufflepuff lounge couldn't foolishly pretend nothing had happened.There are even two Hufflepuffs who have moved out of Hogwarts, and they transferred to Beauxbatons. Among them was the Hufflepuff who pulled me to talk. I saw her off, and I thought it would be good.

At least they don't have to go through the horrors that followed.

Every time I see Umbridge lately I want to use an Avada on her, even though I can't.But if Gary had been there, he would have put Umbridge in a sack and beat him up.

And Gary told me that he could start working at the British Ministry of Magic tomorrow.

Before we went to dinner that night, Umbridge ordered us to gather in a large classroom. When Hannah and I arrived in that classroom, we found that the classroom was full of D. A's student, and Umbridge sat on top with a clear conscience, which was almost an obvious punishment.

"I ask you to transcribe "I can't violate the school rules" a hundred times."

I frowned at the pen on the table, almost imagining what it was doing, and looked at the back of my hand, which was smooth and white, but would soon be covered with horrible scars.The moment I picked up the pen to copy, I felt like I was going to pee in fright.

But scaring to pee is unladylike, and for the first time I'm less panicked.

When I wrote the sentence "I will not lie" on the parchment, I suddenly felt a severe burning sensation on the back of the other hand, which made me want to grab it, but the flesh on the back of the hand was quickly torn from the deep layer of the skin Cracked and gradually turned into a scar engraved on the back of the hand, and one sentence added to cover the scar——

"I won't lie."

I'm a Hufflepuff, and even at this moment I'm glad that I can write well, and that I've suffered more pain than this, so that I can frown through it without gritting my teeth.

But Hannah and the others are not well. I saw that Hannah even cried out. She was originally from a very good family, but now she is treated like this.My nose was sour when I saw Hannah crying, my best friend was hurting, but I couldn't help it.

After walking out of the classroom, we saw Qiu.Zhang stood anxiously on the steps alone. This beautiful girl was very depressed and downcast at the moment, looking at us anxiously.But everyone passed her in silence, although everyone realized afterwards that she was not the one who told her.

In fact, this kind of wizard is against Qiu.Zhang's biggest punishment, because Qiu did nothing wrong and she was hurt.I understand Qiu's feelings, it must be uncomfortable to be treated so coldly by former friends, but I can't help it.

Clutching the back of my hand, I felt pain, and even blowing air felt a little hot. Hannah and Ernie obviously suffered the same treatment. We didn't even plan to go to the lobby to eat, and went directly back to the dormitory to recuperate.

I was called away by Draco when I was about to walk to the break room, there were no students around us, which made him go on a bold rampage, he looked like he was coming to settle accounts with me, but he took me into Hufflepuff to rest In the oil painting next to the living room, because there is a kitchen in the oil painting.Once in the kitchen he called the Hogwarts house elves to prepare some meat and drink for me, and I realized how hungry I was.

During this period, Draco kept staring at me, his handsome face seemed to be developing towards Professor Snape, even towards Voldemort... "Give me your hand!" He finally let out a discouraged voice.

I handed him my left hand, and he raised his eyes and quickly lowered them, suppressing his anger and saying, "The other one!"

I tilted my head, and slowly stretched out my other hand, showing him with the palm up.And the smart Draco frowned and rolled over my right hand, his movements were not as restless as his expression but very gentle.He stroked the edges of my scars carefully with his fingers, without hurting me at all, as if he was just observing the back of my hand seriously, and he didn't even have a chance for me to pretend to be pitiful.

I couldn't help shrinking my hand: "I'm going to eat, Draco."

Only then did he react and raised his head, with a look of loss, as if he was suppressing something and couldn't vent it: "Wait a minute."

As if thinking of something, Draco took out a bottle of something like a potion from his pocket, poured it out and rubbed it on the back of my hand. The way he put the medicine on the back of my hand seemed to be taking care of his hair.But I felt the burning sensation on the back of my hand a lot better. "What kind of potion is this? It's so comfortable." I took the potion bottle and looked at it carefully.

"Mortra Juice," Draco answered me word for word, sounding annoyed.

"You are amazing, where did you get the potion?" I asked Draco with a smile.

"Oh." Draco laughed coldly, "I stole it from the dean."

I swallowed, thinking Draco had never looked so great.But Draco's expression was a bit scary, so I tugged on his sleeve flatteringly: "Draco, are you angry?"

Facing my fancy teasing, Draco walked on the cold road without hesitation, he just gave me the quite effective potion in a serious way, making me wonder if I also have scars on my face that make Draco think I'm ugly So I want to break up.

"I'm really annoyed, Eve." Draco said to me after he finished wiping the last handwriting scar, "I hate Harry and they do things recklessly, and I hate that weird woman Umbridge. I also hate me. Myself! Because I..."

I blinked my eyes and didn't speak. It was rare in my impression that Draco chatted with me so seriously, which made me realize that he was still a shrewd, pragmatic and thoughtful Slytherin.

Draco paused and touched my head. He despised me in an unbearable tone: "You haven't stopped since the first grade. I really doubt if you are a Hufflepuff."

I could only curl my lips and look at Draco pitifully.

At this moment, the table is full of delicious food, most of which are meat that I like to eat. My eyes instantly focused on the big chicken leg, and I was about to reach out but was stopped by Draco.

He glanced at my hand that had just been medicated, and helped me remove the piece of chicken leg with a knife and fork before I did it, and then brought it to my mouth.It felt like dad was feeding his daughter, but I really enjoyed it because Draco was so sweet, he knew what I wanted as soon as I set my eyes on him.

As expected of the observant and calculating Slytherin, that was a real plus in some ways.

Just as I was chewing a piece of fruit, Draco stopped his hands, folded his arms and looked at me leisurely, showing his elegant temperament vividly.

"Maybe I should go back?" I said tentatively, looking at my almost five-month-old belly.

"I'll see you off." Draco stood up, took my hand and looked at the scar that had almost faded away.

After walking out of the oil painting in the kitchen, the corridor on the basement floor was silent.Draco has been avoiding contact with me in public lately, so being alone made him relax a bit.

We walked to the door of the Hufflepuff common room together, and Draco was still sulking, which made it impossible for me to deal with the kid.

"Don't be angry, Draco." I looked at the serious villain in front of me, "I know you're worried about me."

"No." He cursed under his breath, and quickly glanced the other way, as if I couldn't guess that he was blushing.

"I will protect myself next time."

"And next time?!" He turned his head and waited for me in disbelief, his gray-blue eyes became more and more beautiful under the moonlight, and even the shadow cast by the light made Draco's face look as handsome as a god Only.

This kind of appearance and feeling made me feel an impulse——

An impulse is an impulse because it causes a person's actions to precede their reactions.

I squinted slightly and hung my hands around Draco's neck, stood on tiptoe, and got close to him under the moonlight.