HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"But this is not necessary. Christmas is coming next, and everyone will discuss how to spend a wonderful holiday on Christmas." Lycoris didn't want to cause trouble for herself. Malfoy would definitely let her do the method she suggested, "Treat it coldly." That’s it.”

Licolis thought of many topics that could suppress "Potter's excellent Quidditch performance", but none of them were as convenient as cold treatment and other Christmas festive atmosphere.

"What about the last one?" Malfoy asked.

"The reason why Mr. Potter is praised so much is the Quidditch game..." Lycoris hesitated and looked at him, getting up from where she fell.

Malfoy was unable to participate in the competition this time. He was suspended for watching the fun and fell so badly. If he wanted to get up, he had to win back next time.

Malfoy understood what she was saying, "I will definitely win the next competition."

"I believe you can do it." Licoris encouraged the Snake Yard's own Seeker, "I promised to give you a great support."

The two of them were chatting, and Malfoy didn't mention the love affair of the little follower anymore, which made Licoris secretly relieved.

I don’t know what Professor Snape thinks about his goddaughter falling in love, but he should avoid such things if he can. When I think about it, I feel a chill on my back.

This might be an old enemy. Feeling the hostility towards Potter from the other side, Licoris sighed inwardly.

"Let's do something interesting." Licoris suddenly said.

"What?" Before Malfoy could react, the girl opposite poured the water she had not finished drinking on her plain robe.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy was shocked and stood up.

He didn't understand her behavior. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold in this winter?

"You said, if we were in the classroom now, and the dean pushed the door open next, who was at fault?" Licoris calmly used a spell to dry up half a cup of water on her clothes, and played with her wand, feeling very touched. He looked at Malfoy with interest.

"It can't be me, can it?" Malfoy said uncertainly.

"If I tell the professor, 'Professor, it wasn't Mr. Malfoy who did it, it was my own carelessness', do you think the professor will think whose fault it is?" Lycoris looked up at the boy who stood up and smiled. Shake his wand.

Malfoy thought about what the girl said, and she explained it this way, but it seemed more like she was forced to say that because of threats.

"The professor will think it's me." I have to admit that throwing water in anger is very consistent with my personality.

"What about the other three deans? Or the principal?" Lycoris gently guided the dazed boy in front of him to think.

"Professor Sprout will think it's me, and Professor Flitwick will think it's me." The more Malfoy thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. "Professor McGonagall is fair, and she will investigate clearly. Before that, she should... "

Looking at the girl sitting opposite but with a strong aura, Malfoy couldn't speak anymore.

"I... think it's me." Malfoy's tone was a little frustrated. He sat down and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Look, if I was wronged or hurt, I would think it was you who did it. What does that mean? This is when we have a good relationship. If it were you and Mr. Potter... you would already have conflicts..." Li Kris deliberately slowed down her tone and stopped mid-sentence, "What will be the consequences?"

It seems like no one believes in me.

Malfoy came up with a depressing answer, and neither Head of House would.

Draco Malfoy is not stupid, but very smart. Otherwise, I wouldn't be as good at potions. You know, sometimes the crucible will explode if you stir it a few times too many times.

As she said, when she encounters something with Potter and he has any problems, it must be her fault.

Malfoy thought deeply, she just splashed water, what if it was something else?

The victim can also be the perpetrator. She is the one who gets splashed with water, and she is the unlucky one.

A glass of water extinguishes something.

Looking at the boy opposite, he was deep in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lycoris filled herself with water and felt the tranquility of the moment.

"But I still hate Potter."

Draco Malfoy was silent for a while, thinking a lot.

Then she said something that made Licoris dumbfounded.

"Yeah." She nodded without refuting herself.

"You don't want to persuade me?" Malfoy was surprised now.

"What are you persuading?" Lycoris didn't understand why.

"For example, advise me not to target the saint Potter." Malfoy actually hates others criticizing her behavior. If it were her...

I hate this situation even more.

"What does that have to do with me?" Lycoris shrugged, "It's your business if you target him. And I'm not familiar with Potter, and we haven't even spoken a few words."

Licoris acted as if the matter had nothing to do with her and she really didn't care about Potter.

"I thought you would," Malfoy wondered. She seemed to have a good relationship with Miss Gryffindor Know-It-All. "Isn't he a good friend of your friend Hermione?"

"A friend of a friend is not necessarily a friend," Licoris shook her head, "The enemy of an enemy is definitely a friend."

Is that right?

Draco Malfoy looked at her suspiciously, but she did not satisfy him because Hermione spoke for Potter.

"Okay." Malfoy responded to her friendly remarks.

"What if, I mean if, you encounter this situation one day?" Malfoy also began to imitate Lycoris' hypothesis.

Lycoris quickly understood what Malfoy meant, "You mean, if one day, you and Potter are injured in a place without bystanders, will I doubt you?"

"Will you believe me?" Malfoy was a little worried about whether his little follower would believe him.

Trust, how do you say this?

Lycoris really wouldn't give it to anyone easily, but according to Malfoy's idea...

"Then it depends on the specific situation." Lycoris put down the wand that was always in her hand and picked up the cup to drink water.

This unhurried look seemed to Malfoy to be perfunctory.

"You don't believe me?" Malfoy stood up, "Am I not trustworthy?"

"Boss, why are you so anxious? Sit down, sit down, and listen to what I have to say." Licoris didn't expect him to react so strongly, so she coaxed him to sit down.

"Then tell me, I'll see what you say." Malfoy folded his arms and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair, as if he was saying "I'll see what you say."

"If I push the door open and he simply pours a glass of water on him, it's really hard to tell whether it was you who poured it on him." Licoris shrugged deliberately, "After all, if you see him unhappy, it's not just a day or two. "