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

"Can you tell me why you hate Gryffindor?" Lycoris tucked the quilt for him.

"Do you need a reason to hate Gryffindor?" Malfoy said in a confused tone.

"Of course, there is no such thing as unreasonable hatred in this world." Lycoris was determined.

Malfoy began to think, even though his head still hurt.

Why do you hate Gryffindor?

Because of Potter?

If Potter came to Slytherin, would he hate Slytherin?

will not.

Does that mean you simply hate Gryffindor?

"Because Slytherin and Gryffindor are rivals." Malfoy replied matter-of-factly.

"Then why can't it be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?" Lycoris pointed out the key point, "But Gryffindor?"

"It's just Gryffindor. Gryffindors are just annoying. Other houses don't hate them as much, so why should I hate them?" Malfoy didn't like that Lycoris always focused on this, and her tone was unpleasant. Resistant.

Listening to what was said inside the partition curtain opposite, Hermione was angry at first.

Later, she noticed something was wrong.

There is no reason why Malfoy would rightly think that Gryffindor should be hated.

She thought of Ron, too.

I deeply hate Slytherin, why?

"Do you hate Slytherin?" Hermione glanced at the other side and asked Neville in a low voice.

Neville, whose head was wrapped in gauze, shook his head. Instead, he felt dizzy and nauseated. He could only whisper, "I hate Malfoy, he bullies me."

As a Gryffindor, do you hate Slytherin?

Hate?

Hermione thought.

Needless to say, I hate Malfoy, who is arrogant and domineering.

And his two lackeys were rude and disrespectful.

And Pansy, cocky.

What about Licris? She is his friend.

She...is also a Slytherin.

She loved Slytherin as much as she loved Gryffindor.

It seems... I don't hate Slytherin, I just hate some of the students in Slytherin.

But why did I hate Slytherin when I was with Ron and Harry? Consider them enemies?

Hermione thought about something much further back.

At first, I thought I was going to Ravenclaw because I like to study. As a result, the Sorting Hat sorted himself into Gryffindor and met Harry Ron.

And Neville...

She looked at Neville who was rubbing his head sadly. He was going to Hufflepuff in the first place, but the Sorting Hat persuaded him to come to Gryffindor, which also caused hat embarrassment.

Both myself and Neville only hate Malfoy, not Slytherin.

Is it because I don't firmly choose Gryffindor?

Hermione had an idea in her mind that she wanted to try.

"Is there really no room?" Licoris sighed, "Do you want a drink of water?"

"No," Malfoy raised his chin, which resulted in the injury on his neck, "S--I want to drink."

"Then I'll wash the cup." There are some daily necessities for the injured in the cabinet.

Soon, Licolis came over with a half-cup of warm water.

"Drink it yourself." Lycoris handed the cup to him.

"You don't feed the patient water!" Malfoy glared at her as if she was guilty.

"You've already broken up with me, so it would be nice if I came to see you." Lycoris held back her smile and deliberately teased him, "You also said you hate me."

"You!" Malfoy was so angry that he couldn't speak and sat up. I grabbed the cup and drank it, but I drank too quickly and choked again.

The empty cup fell on the bed, and a few drops of water spilled on the bed, which was quickly absorbed.

Wow! The proud and arrogant Malfoy cried in front of him.

Physiological tears fell from his eyes, and Malfoy covered his mouth and coughed.

"Cough cough cough -" The boy coughed so hard that he seemed to faint in the next second.

She was so amused, seeing his other hand supporting her body trembling, Licoris felt her conscience.

The girl took a step closer and sat on the edge of the bed, letting him lean on her shoulder. She patted Malfoy's back with her other hand.

"You...go away! You don't have to worry about me." Malfoy glared at Lycoris, then his throat felt itchy and he continued to cough.

"No! I insist on taking care of it." Lycoris patted him gently, and Malfoy became quiet.

"You go take care of Gryffindor, I don't need you to accompany me." He felt better and pushed Licoris.

Malfoy knew very well what it meant to be arrogant, and seeing that she would not be angry about it, he continued to test the bottom line.

"Gryffindor is the responsibility of Professor McGonagall and the principal, and has nothing to do with me." Lycoris was extremely calm, looking at him with brown eyes.

"You're not allowed to play with Gryffindors, you hear me!" Her eyes were filled with her own, looking miserable.

"In my club, everyone is treated equally, and there are no distinctions between schools." She didn't want to deal with Malfoy, so she promised not to play with Gryffindor and study with them instead.

This is betrayal.

Malfoy's hand was on Lycoris's arm, and the grip made her understand his true dissatisfaction.

"I order you, no." Malfoy didn't understand why she didn't let go.

Licoris didn't answer, or rather, her silence was the answer.

She refused.

The girl looked at him quietly without stopping her hands.

"Let's go! I'm going to bed." Malfoy became angry and lay down heavily. As a result, he became even more dizzy, and he pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

"Then you have a good rest." Licoris sighed, her persistence could not be broken, there was no other way.

After thinking about it, Licoris took out the candy from the pocket inside her plain robe and put it on the table.

Hermione whispered something to Neville and followed the girl out.

"Licolis, wait!" Hermione followed, panting.

"What's wrong?" Licoris stopped and asked her, "Are you looking for me?"

"Hmm," Hermione asked, thinking of her own idea, "If you weren't in Slytherin, where would you be?"

"Ravenclaw," Lycoris thought for a moment, "What's wrong?"

Really?

So does she.

"It's okay, you should go back quickly." Hermione waved her hand, "I also want to go see Harry and the others, and by the way, I can tell them that Neville is okay."

The two said goodbye.

The girl in the red uniform walked towards Gryffindor above, and the girl in green uniform walked towards Slytherin below.

Medical Wing.

"Get up and take the medicine." Madam Pomfrey finished her work and gave the medicine to the Gryffindor boy.

"Ugh-" The unpleasant smell made Neville gasp, and he asked pitifully, "Can I not eat it?"

"Since you don't want to take the medicine, don't get hurt." Madam Pomfrey thrust the medicine into Neville's hand.

Neville let out a determined sigh, then retched.

"Okay, you can rest. You can go back tomorrow." Madam Pomfrey comforted him. After speaking, she glanced at the empty potion bottle over there and walked over to recycle it.

Malfoy's quilt trembled, and he was gloating.

Bitter? You will suffer to death.

Malfoy, who had had enough laughter, sat up to drink water and saw a few candies scattered on the table.