[HP] love

The next day, before Hill could act, Flint blocked him at the door of the Transfiguration classroom.

"I asked Darko about your class schedule." The five-year-old Flint looked shy and scratched his head with his big thick hands, "Stoke, are you okay for a while?" He asked a little cautiously.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, Hill found that because of the dismissal of get out of class, the two of them were standing in a traffic jam. If this situation was not stopped immediately, it would definitely cause a large crowd of onlookers.Thinking of this, he nodded resolutely, "Yes, after Transfiguration, there will be no class today. The senior wants to ask me something? How about we talk while walking?"

"Okay." Flint also seemed to realize that there seemed to be something wrong with the main station here, and immediately agreed, and walked to the Slytherin common room first.

"This year's Quidditch match is about to begin." Flint looked anxious.

"..." There should be two more months!

"The current situation is quite unfavorable to us! You should know that Harry Potter joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year. What does that mean?!" Flint looked anxious.

"..." means that the first grade can also join the team?

"It explains, besides Gryffindor itself, the other two houses will also help them!" Flint urged with a sad face.

"..." Fortunately, this question did not allow him to answer...

"So, Stoke, our team needs your help!" Flint stopped suddenly, pulled Hill's body, two powerful arms clamped him in the middle, and his eyes were tightly closed. stared into Hill's blue eyes.

"What... help?" He had to continue.

Flint looked at him happily, "Our publicity and cheerleaders can't be weaker than them, we want to show the other three houses who is the real Hogwarts champion!" He suddenly became excited.

Hill stood at a loss, staring blankly at the young man in front of him.

"I heard that you usually work for the laughing, bouncing magic joke shop?" Flint's serious expression didn't match his figure.

"That's true, but..."

"Great!" There was no time for Hill to reflect, and Flint interrupted him loudly, "Then our publicity will be handed over to you! Be sure to do it well, and I will take you and the team this afternoon Get familiar with the members, you will be one of us from now on!"

What is that gratified expression? !

Hill gloomily looked at the back of the other party walking away exuding happiness, and felt for a moment that a big stone was stuffed into his chest, and he was about to vomit blood to death.

Since his 14th birthday, he seems to have been unlucky.First, he was given to the big bed in Malfoy's mansion by his father, Mr. Stoke like a gift, and now he was somehow involved in the feud between Slytherin and Gryffindor!This year's self seems to be particularly unsatisfactory.

Hey, I'd better go to Edwin and ask him to help explain it. Quidditch and the like are never within the scope of my attention. This kind of waste of time and no benefit is better left to others. !

However, Hill immediately realized that his thoughts were too naive.

He had just approached Edwin during lunch, but was stopped by Flint before he reached him. "Hey, Hill, let me introduce you to the team members!"

When did I agree with you calling me 'Hill'? !

Without giving Hill any chance to speak at all, Flint's thick arms dragged him to the front of the Slytherin long table, where there was a group of people obviously different from other Slytherin, although they also followed the Table manners, tasting food silently, but much faster than others.

"Flint, when did you abduct a little beauty?" Adrian Sepp jokingly stopped his movements.

Hill frowned secretly, he hated the title.

"Sep, he's a grade higher than you, so it's really rude to call him that!" Max Bletch, who was sitting next to him, was also a fourth-grade student. worked with him.

"I'm telling the truth!" Saipu sneered frivolously, his immature face was full of evil because of this action.

"I think it's better for you to speak politely." Hill couldn't bear it anymore, he stared at the other party, and said a little angrily.

"Sip!" Flint raised his voice.

"Okay, okay! For the sake of our publicity," Sepp stood up and bowed slightly to Hill, "You are welcome to join, Stoke."

"Welcome, Stoke." Blake nodded to him, "I believe in your strength."

Following his words, Larry, Higgins, Warrington and others sitting on the side also greeted Hill in turn.Under such circumstances, the words of rejection could not be uttered anyway, so Hill had no choice but to say to them: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I will do my best."

Flint laughed slyly a few times, and patted Hill's back heavily, "See you in the common room this afternoon, let's have a good discussion!" Seeing that Hill nodded in agreement, he let go of his hand and let him go. go back to eat.

"What does Flint want from you?" Seeing Hill sit down next to him, Alan swallowed the food in his mouth and asked.

"Ask me to advertise for the Slytherin Quidditch team," Hill said wryly.

"Merlin, does he pay you salary?" Allen asked in surprise.

Hill immediately rolled his eyes, "How is that possible?"

"Then why did you agree?" Allen looked like "I know you so well", which made Hill very depressed. In the end, Edwin patted his head, and he stopped and continued to eat.

"If you need help, don't hesitate." Edwin looked at Hill and said seriously.

"Thank you." Hill smiled. Facing Edwin, he always felt warm.This kind of Slytherin friendship made him feel very comfortable.

Stuffing a mouthful of steak into his mouth, he suddenly noticed a bunch of scrutinizing eyes from the corner of his eye, and pretended to look over casually, only to find that Master Draco Malfoy was looking at him curiously.

The moment their eyes met, Malfoy moved his eyes away, and let out a disdainful "hum", ordering something to the two big men next to him, but Hill could feel that his attention was still there. on himself.

Sure enough, an awkward kid.

Hill thought of the definition Allen gave him, and remembered his nickname "Little Dragon", and couldn't help but feel a little funny. What did he care about with such a child.After the "stay away from him" last time, Hill has deliberately avoided Draco's figure this week. Now that I think about it, it's really meaningless to do so. Even if he doesn't hide, Master Malfoy They may not be willing to take care of themselves.Besides, such a cute child, why should I avoid it like a scourge!

Thinking of this, he smiled politely at Draco.

Draco's ears turned red instantly, and he turned away awkwardly, not looking at him anymore.

Tea time, Head Slytherin's office.

"Severus, can you really not accommodate?" Lucius Malfoy looked earnestly at his friend, "Go talk to that old bee again."

"Is your brain full of caterpillars?" Severus Snape looked at him angrily. "First years are not allowed on the Quidditch team! Besides, I don't think it's stupid to sit on a broom Is there anything worthy of your pleading with me!"

"That's not a silly sport! I was also a member of the Quidditch team!" Lucius had explained his friend's understanding many times, but none of them made sense. "First-years are not allowed to join the team, I know that's the rule. But isn't there already an exception this year?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Snape.

Snape's eyes became sharp all of a sudden, "Exception? If you mean that little troll called Harry Potter!"

"Who else but him?" Lucius tapped his snake-headed cane, "For this, Xiaolong wrote to me, saying that he was treated unfairly."

"Then, please ask Master Malfoy to transfer to Gryffindor." Snape said without leeway.

Knowing that his goal could not be achieved, Lucius stood up helplessly and walked towards the fireplace to say goodbye.When passing the magic window, he stopped suddenly.

Following Lucius' gaze, a group of members of the Slytherin Quidditch team were talking together, and there was obviously a different person among them.The moment he saw Hill Stoke, Snape frowned, he had a bad feeling.

"So, Severus, maybe we can talk about another thing," and sure enough Lucius turned around with a groan at the corner of his mouth, "Do you mind if I use that bed in your bedroom...?"

"Get out!"