[HP] love

Although Hill decided to stay away from Draco from now on, he still sat in the common room until curfew, and kept his eyes on the door every few minutes.It wasn't until Draco fell in with a terrified face that he stopped worrying.Hill pretended to read a book, but the corner of his eyes and ears were full of energy, paying attention to the situation over there.

"Merlin! Draco, what's wrong with you?" Parkinson rushed over.

Draco's condition was indeed very bad. His short platinum-blond hair was drenched with sweat and stuck tightly to his face, and his black robe was also covered with leaves and soil dust. His face was so pale that he could fall over immediately. .But even so, he still shook off Parkinson who was about to pounce on him, "I'm fine," he said stubbornly, "but I've begun to doubt the safety of Hogwarts, I want to write a letter Give it to my dad!"

"Draco, your condition is very bad!" Parkinson still chased after the platinum prince relentlessly, "Maybe you need to rest immediately, or go to the medical wing?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Pansy!" Draco's attitude was quite tough, he left Parkinson in a few steps, and sat down next to Hill who was pretending to be holding a thick ancient magic book.Parkinson looked at the empty sofa and bit his lip unwillingly.

Hill waited for a full minute, but the platinum prince next to him remained silent.He coughed a little uncomfortably, and looked aside secretly, only to find that Draco was curled up in the soft sofa, with his head lowered so that he couldn't see his face, as if he didn't want to appear in the place where the candlelight could shine The place.Turning his head hesitantly, Hill was facing him right now, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"I should really write to my dad!" As if feeling Hill's gaze, Draco whispered through gritted teeth from the corner of his mouth, "It's really a Hogwarts anecdote that they sent me to the Forbidden Forest!"

"Forbidden Forest?" Hill immediately sat up straight, looking at Draco in surprise, "Merlin, your confinement is in the Forbidden Forest? How is this possible?"

"They actually handed me over to that stupid guy. Everyone knows that he didn't graduate from Hogwarts at all. How could they treat a Malfoy like this?" Draco seemed to have calmed down a bit, and his expression became pale. Much ruddy.But Hill didn't dare to confirm, because it might be red from anger.

"Are you...are you okay?" Hill asked with some uncertainty.

"I hope I'm all right!" Draco said sternly, his face utterly serious.

"Perhaps you should really tell your father, Malfoy." Hill also felt that this kind of confinement seemed irrational, because all the Slytherins had a unified view, that is, the watchman Hagrid was not worth relying on at all. and trust.

"No, I can't." Draco said stiffly, seeing Hill, who was surprised by his answer, hesitated, and he said quickly in a low voice: "Professor Snape won't let me write to tell him .You know, tonight I saw some... pictures that no one can know..."

Hill suddenly felt that he had made a mistake staying here.If he had returned to the dormitory early, he would not have seen Draco's distress, he would not have asked questions about the Forbidden Forest, and he would not have heard these obviously secret things.Hill felt quite embarrassed that Draco had already confided secrets to him as a close friend, which seemed to be completely contrary to the determination he had just made.

Seeing Hill's troubled eyes, Draco misunderstood what he meant, and said with some embarrassment: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I really can't tell you."

"No, you really don't need to say it." Hill replied quickly, "Malfoy, as long as you are fine, I still have class in the morning tomorrow, so I will go back to the dormitory first."

"Okay, Hill." After two seconds of silence, Draco said, "Call me Draco next time."

Embarrassed by the other party's stare, Hill lowered his head, muttered "Okay," and ran away as if fleeing.

Hill Stoker was a man of concealment.For example, he would reduce his presence in a group of Slytherins, so that people would not notice his unusually handsome face at a glance; for another example, no one in Hogwarts said he was very handsome. Well, there are no bad reviews; for another example, when he doesn't want to appear in front of people, he can always find some "secret bases" that no one knows about.

Now, having just finished Transfiguration class, he stayed in one of the secret bases, enjoying the after-class time alone.This is an abandoned classroom. It used to be the alchemy classroom, but with the decline of alchemy, there are fewer and fewer wizards who are proficient in this technology. Hogwarts canceled this class, but the alchemy classroom But it survived.Hill also accidentally discovered this place while avoiding the crowd, and the quiet and secretive alchemy classroom naturally became another secret base for him.

He was too careless yesterday, and he actually drew closer to the person who should be far away.Thinking about it now, Hill felt annoyed. With the seemingly foreseeable future unfolding before his eyes, his usual patience was more and more exhausted.Thinking of this, Hill couldn't help sighing, and secretly made up his mind that he couldn't be so careless again.Some things can only be considered after you have the strength.

Taking out the half-read "Ancient Runes You Don't Know in Life", Hill continued to read what he saw yesterday.But just after reading two lines, he was interrupted by the sound of crying in the corridor outside the door.

Hill raised his head and listened carefully, but found that he seemed to have heard this voice before, but couldn't remember it for a while.He thought about it suspiciously for a long time. He didn't want to disturb the sad people outside the door, but he was embarrassed to find that the voice seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.For a moment, he didn't know whether to hide or just sit here. After all, he might have involved other people's sex, which is the most taboo thing for a Slytherin.

But just when he was hesitating, his voice suddenly became louder, "No, master, it's all my fault, please forgive me..."

Hilton took a deep breath. He had already remembered that he had indeed heard this voice before. It was none other than Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year!Not long after the beginning of this school year, he, Alan and Draco saw Professor Quirrell crying in the corner together, and seemed to laugh at his heavy taste.

"I'll definitely drink more next time... no, please..."

Things that could be joked at the beginning, as the wailing sound in the corridor became stronger and stronger, it seemed to start to become weird and terrifying.Hill didn't dare to move, and listened carefully to the voice outside the door, praying that Professor Quirrell would not walk into this empty classroom, he really didn't want to know anything about him.

However, things seemed to be joking with Hill, completely contrary to what he thought, the door of the classroom was knocked open with a bang, and Professor Quirrell fell in all of a sudden.In Hill's direction, he could even see his turban scattered all over the place, instantly filling the classroom with a strong smell of garlic.

"Oh, look, there is a little thing hidden here!" A hissing sound seemed to sound from Quirrell's body, but it was not his own voice. Hill felt creepy and stared straight at the lying on the ground. Professor Quirrell, who was struggling to get up, quietly stood up, clenched the wand around his waist with his right hand, and slowly moved backwards.

"Stoke..." Quirrell, who raised his face, saw Hill's face clearly. His usual cowardly face now had a painful and strange expression, and his eyes were full of madness and resentment.

"Professor Quirrell." Hill said cautiously. He clearly saw that the other party's body seemed to be in a state of distress, the corner of the mouth was bleeding, and the whole face looked gray and stiff, like a person who had just passed away. of patients.

"Kill him!" The hissing voice sounded again, Hill felt terrified, his body was completely stiff, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

"No, Master, we can't kill him..." Quirrell's voice was weak and pleading, but the madness in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts, "We can't startle the enemy. Master, please, give me a chance..."

He seemed to have convinced the voice, and seeing Quirrell approaching him ferociously, Hill saw the opportunity and ran towards the door with a stride, pointed at Quirrell with his wand and yelled "Disarm you!"

He didn't know if his spell was successful or not, he just wanted to run out quickly.At this moment, the only person he thought of was Dumbledore, the headmaster who was usually the most despised by Slytherin.Hogwarts is really getting more and more dangerous, Draco should really write to his dad!