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

What crazy things are you talking about? Are you crazy?

Licolis watched the figure running further and further away in disbelief, and laughed angrily.

This is a Christmas gift, and it also represents the heart of the gift giver. How distressed would I be if a bottle was spilled? How dare you call me smelly?

Why are you running? Are you running so fast because you are afraid that I will hit you?

And running away with a broom? Why are you still afraid that I will use it as a murder weapon and kill you on the spot?

Lycoris stood there and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Do you want me to take you back?" A voice came from behind Licoris. She turned around and saw the tall Marcus Flint walking over and standing in front of her.

Marcus Flint lowered his head and asked the girl who had a good relationship with the dean.

He had a hunch that as long as she was around, the special lottery for Quidditch training would always be easy to get.

Licolis took a step aside. He was too tall and the pressure was uncomfortable.

"No, thank you, captain, I'm going back first." Licoris waved her hand and said with a smile, "Go and do your work, I'll go back alone."

Lycoris walked to the Slytherin common room and saw Madam Norris on the way.

"Come here, I'll take you to play." Licoris squatted on the ground and stretched out her hand towards her.

Mrs. Norris walked over slowly, her tail raised. After walking halfway, the tip of its tail moved, came over and nuzzled her, and then stood away.

Mrs. Norris sat on the ground, her tail covering her front paws, and her yellow eyes looked at her.

Is her scent trying to kill kittens? Being able to rub against her is already proof of a good relationship.

"Does it really smell bad? Does it smell really strong?" Lycoris immediately thought of Malfoy's words.

The girl raised her sleeves and smelled it. It seemed that it did smell a bit fragrant.

"Next time I come to play with you, I'll take care of my closet." Licoris returned to the dormitory and opened the closet.

The scent became stronger and she couldn't help but sneeze.

After the perfume in the suitcase was spilled that night, she just opened the suitcase for a while to diffuse the smell.

Then I folded all the clothes and put them in the closet. I didn't expect that their smell was still so strong.

It also stains the winter clothes hanging above with the scent, which is a headache.

Licoris looked at the clothes in her closet in distress, thinking about how to solve it. Someone was also angry here.

"Why don't you speak for us?" Ron looked at the silent Hermione beside him, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"Ron, don't do this." Harry gently tugged Ron's arm and shook his head at him.

Hermione was unusually silent all the way, and did not stay when she arrived in the Gryffindor common room. Instead, she went straight back to her dormitory.

"Harry, stop holding me back," Ron looked at Harry and said, "Look, she didn't talk to us the whole way, and she doesn't know what she was thinking."

"She may be in a bad mood." Harry said, "When you are in a bad mood, do you want others to be around to talk non-stop?"

"Oh! Harry, you said this as if I was deliberately causing trouble." Ron couldn't believe that it was Harry who said this. His eyes widened and he sat down heavily on the armchair.

"No, it's me who should thank you for standing up and speaking for me on the Quidditch pitch today." Harry sat next to Ron and said seriously, "Thank you for your protection."

"This... this is what it should be. We are friends." Ron felt a little embarrassed when he heard what he said and scratched his hair.

Hermione lay on the table, thinking about what had just happened.

He rushed over and blurted out those words, followed by Lycoris's refutation and clarification later.

I really hated Malfoy, so much that I wanted to beat him. The disgust at that moment seemed to be natural.

But...why?

Because of his attitude?

People in Slytherin never seem to have a good attitude towards others. They always treat everyone as trash, except for their classmates in their own house. You already knew this, didn’t you?

Hermione pinched the eraser unconsciously, trying to figure out the reason for her emotional loss.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are incompatible, why not Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

I always feel like I've overlooked something, but I can't remember it at all.

There is also Ron, who is also very loyal and will be very impulsive when meeting Malfoy.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became, and Hermione couldn't help but rub her hair. The hair that was originally like a little lion became even more messy.

If Licoris knew her troubles here, she would definitely say that this is the natural repulsion between the important teammates of the controller and the elite NPC monsters. It is written into the program and is normal.

People who can see clearly are in more pain, otherwise why would there be such a thing as pretending to be confused.

Slytherin dormitory.

"Training is over?" Nott was sitting at his desk reading a book. He glanced up at Malfoy, who locked his broomstick under the bed when he came in. He didn't seem too happy?

"It's over. That bastard actually wanted to occupy the entire Quidditch pitch. Look how outrageous it is! I'm going to write a letter and tell my dad..." Malfoy suddenly thought of what he had done before leaving and paused.

Maybe tell him next time.

"What did he do?" Nott was a little interested. When did Potter have the same personality as Malfoy? Taking over the entire stadium?

"...That's it." Malfoy said a lot and poured a glass of ice water to quench his thirst.

"Isn't this what their captain did?" Nott hit the nail on the head.

"Would he have done such a thing if Po Te was not behind him?" Malfoy said unconvinced.

I think he will.

According to Nott's understanding of Wood, other things are easy to say. When it comes to Quidditch matches, he can be said to be a completely different person.

After a glass of ice water, Malfoy began to be weird about Harry Potter again.

He was really jealous of Potter.

Nott saw that he had even lost his usual demeanor, and had to speak in order to have a quiet study space, "You mean Miss Snape is here too?"

"Yes, when I appeared in the locker room with the captain, I was surprised. Why was she there?" Malfoy remembered what he said about her smell, and touched the tip of his nose unnaturally.

"Did she speak for you?" It was a bit inconsistent with her usual approach. What did she want from Malfoy?

"Yes! She spoke for me." Malfoy said proudly, "She suddenly stood up and said, 'Draco Malfoy didn't get in because of money.' It's really cool."

"Of course I didn't join the Quidditch team because my father sponsored the broomstick, and Marcus Flint is not stupid. If I don't have the ability to hold back, how can I get the Quidditch Cup?" Malfoy is like a peacock again. It's like showing off your flying ability by opening the screen.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Nott changed the subject without leaving any trace.

Malfoy said everything he needed to say, and left with satisfaction, "I'm going to take a bath, and you can read a book."