[HP] love

It has been two weeks since the start of school, and Hill is almost content to live a leisurely student life, doing the same activities as everyone else every day.Since that "labor service", Mr. Malfoy has never looked for him again. Although he doesn't know why, Hill still secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Maybe it's because he has a new pet, or maybe Mr. Stoke hasn't bothered him recently, whatever the reason, he finally has a little time to breathe.

He still participated in the study group created by Cedric. Most of the members were Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and there were also a few Gryffindors. As for Slytherin, Hill seemed to be the only one.They were all fourth years at Hogwarts, and the study group looked more like a tutorial class because of the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors' understanding.

"Hey man, I know you're here for my sake, but can you stop sitting on the sidelines all the time, you can make a lot of friends, can't you?" Cedric sat down next to Hill , pointing from the corner to a group of slapstickers in the center of the Hufflepuff common room.

Looking up from "Alchemy and Life", Hill looked at the group of students frolicking unscrupulously, and sighed, "Digory, you know my situation, if I have time, I would rather spend it on reading books and making money .”

"Yes, making money is really important to you," Cedric said helplessly, "but you can't spend all your energy on it, you need friends!"

"I have friends." Hill looked at Cedric's face and said seriously, "Alan, Edwin, and you are all my friends."

Looking at the young man in front of him speechlessly, Cedric really didn't know what to say.Although he wanted to persuade Stoke to enter the circle of the study group, he was really embarrassed to deceive the other party with the words of "learning from each other", because the learning level of this group is really pitiful, and everyone gathers because of their friends together.But every time he saw Stoke sitting alone in the corner, Cedric felt obligated to pull him over so that he didn't look so lonely anymore.

"Cedric!" A sudden shout came from the crowd, and both of them looked over. Simon Descartes of Gryffindor was waving his hand to this side, signaling Cedric to go over.

"Come on, I still have to read." Hill said to him immediately.

Cedric nodded silently, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look first, and I'll be back later."

Cedric, who turned around and left, breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wanted Hill to no longer be so lonely, it's better not to have a hot face on a cold butt!

Seeing his leaving back, Hill sighed.It's not that he doesn't know Digory's intentions, but his own situation decides that it's better to have less contact with others now.When he was not strong enough, he really didn't know if he could protect his friendship.If Mr. Stoke wants to threaten something through his friends, perhaps the only choice for Hill is to compromise!

Although I feel very sorry for Cedric's kindness, the characteristics of Slytherin prevent him from expressing his apology.Forcibly lowered his head, "Alchemy and Life" is almost finished, maybe tomorrow I can change to a more professional book, so that my plan can start earlier.

Some time ago, I heard that Harry Potter, the celebrity savior, shined in the flight class and had entered the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This news was known to everyone in Hogwarts, and I The academy's reaction was even more intense, especially Mr. Draco, the young master of Malfoy, who was so angry that he even lost his temper in the common room.Although living a life almost isolated from the world, Hill also heard the news more or less.

What interests him is not how great the savior's flying skills are, how much genetics he inherited from his martyr father, or how unfairly Dumbledore treats the two houses, these are not within the scope of Hill's concern.All his attention was focused on the cause of the whole incident - Longbottom's memory ball.

Memory, what a wonderful thing!But the memory ball, a small thing, can actually tell whether the owner has forgotten something, which made Hill immediately interested.It is said that the Longbottom family has been in depression after the Longbottom couple went crazy, but Mrs. Longbottom can afford the memory ball, which shows that this thing is not expensive and easy to make.Well, if I can learn to make memory balls and make some improvements on this, I will definitely be able to change my current embarrassing state.

Thinking of this, Hill has decided that the next goal is to focus on the research of "memory balls".After making up his mind, he looked at the crowd who were still playing around, and walked towards them.

"Digory, I'm going back first." He said to his only friend among the crowd.

"Will you not sit down for a while?" Cedric looked a little regretful, with a persuasive look on his handsome face. "We just talked about the history of magic. You know, no one seems to be good at this!"

Indeed, under the teaching of Professor Cuthbert Binns, the level of history of magic at Hogwarts is generally not high.Hearing this, Hill couldn't help smiling and said, "No, I've finished my History of Magic homework, and I'm going to the library now, maybe any of you want to go with me?" He held up the book in his hand, His eyes swept over everyone, but as he expected, no one answered at all. "Then, I'll go first." Hill said, finally resting his eyes on Cedric again.

"Okay." Seeing the situation in front of him, Cedric said helplessly, "If you go to the library, please pay attention to the curfew time."

"Thank you for your reminder." Hill couldn't help but curl his lips up. This Diggory is always so careful with his friends, making it hard to refuse his kindness.

In the library, he found several books such as "Alchemy in Life", "Simple Alchemy Production", "Memory--What You Are Common", and "Principles of Pensieve".When registering with Mrs. Pince, Hill was a little embarrassed by the other party's scrutinizing eyes, but he still took them back to the dormitory.

"Hill, you haven't slept with me for a week." Looking at Hill who was studying hard, Alan complained.

Looking at the wriggling creature on the opposite bed, Hill raised his eyebrows: "Really, why don't I remember? Or what I say to you every night is silence."

"Merlin, if you said 'good night' every night! Apart from this sentence, you don't have any other words." Obviously unable to accept Hill's explanation, Allen retorted loudly. "Is Hufflepuff's tea party so attractive, Hill, you've forgotten your poor friends."

"That's a study group, not a tea party," Hill said calmly.

"Okay, study group!" Allen emphasized the pronunciation of these words, "Did you give all the words to that handsome Hufflepuff? If so, I won't say anything .” He looked like “I’m very generous, I understand you”.

Rolling his eyes secretly, Hill had no choice but to close the book in his hand, "You have achieved your goal, Mr. Darko. Tell me, what are you going to talk about tonight?"

Allen stared at Hill's face with high spirits, "Isn't it really the handsome Hufflepuff who stole your heart? You know, I'm not very gossip, but you are my friend, aren't you? If If there is any movement, you should tell me immediately."

"Alan..." Hill's expression turned a little dark, he didn't want his friends to slander his other friends.

"Okay, okay!" Allen struggled to stretch out his hands from under the quilt, making a gesture of surrender, "I was wrong, my friend. As a real Slytherin, I really shouldn't pry into your * .”

"So, how about we talk about Draco tonight? You were obviously interested since I told you about him last time."

"I'm not interested." Hill thought of the face of the child who resembled Lucius Malfoy, and the words 'stay away from him' seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and the blunt tone made him So far, the lingering sound has not disappeared.Thinking of this, his mood became even worse.

"Don't be like this! Xiaolong is very cute. Yesterday he was engaged in the 'savior expulsion plan' again, muttering about something with his two followers and the girl who looked like a poodle. It seems that he put the same The lovely savior tricked me into a duel!" Allen looked at Hill with yearning.

"..." Hill didn't know what to say. A serious and solemn thing like "duel" was actually easily said by an 11-year-old child, and the word 'cheat' seemed to be used.

Maybe I don't need Lucius' reminder, I don't even want to get close to Draco Malfoy, the "little dragon"!

"By the way, Flint is looking for you today and asked you to meet him tomorrow when you are free." Allen suddenly remembered.

"What does he want from me?" Hill asked suspiciously with the rough body of Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, in his mind.There doesn't seem to be any overlap between them.

"Oh, it seems to be a matter of the Quidditch team. I guess I need your help." Allen rolled his body and said nonchalantly.

"I see." Since he didn't know anything, Xier simply didn't want to think about it. He thought about something in a daze on the bed, and fell asleep drowsily.