[HP] love

Even if there are dementors, the little animals in Hogwarts will not stop making trouble and gossip.

So, when he heard the rumors that Black broke into Gryffindor again at the dinner table the next day, Hill calmly stuffed another mouthful of chicken into his mouth.He had insomnia all night last night, and various complicated thoughts appeared in his mind, sometimes thinking of Voldemort's Horcrux, sometimes thinking of his late father, sometimes thinking of Lucius... he didn't fall asleep until early morning, After waking up early and drinking a bottle of Glory Potion, I was much more energetic.

He glanced sideways at Draco who was still downcast, and silently replaced the pumpkin juice in his hand with milk, "Have you decided what to buy for the trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

"Oh, of course!" Hearing this, Draco immediately forgot about the unpleasant things, "I've made an appointment with Blaise to drink a cup of butter beer together, and then go to the joke shop to see if there's anything A new prank product."

"Then please bring me a cup of butter beer." Hill blinked, seeing the lively little dragon warming his heart.

"Don't you already have a shop, why are you still so busy?" Knowing that Hill couldn't go to Hogsmeade with him, Draco was a little unhappy again. "You see, Allen has already begun to enjoy life!"

Glancing at his friend who was flirting with the beautiful Ravenclaw junior, Hill turned his head expressionlessly: "Draco, Allen has the right to inherit the title."

Hearing this, Draco fell silent.

Although he was looking for a reason to explain his whereabouts to Draco, Hill really didn't have time to accompany him to Hogsmeade.Not only because of the news I got last night, but more importantly, the exam for the Alchemy Association is about to begin!

For this hard-won opportunity, Hill has already spent three quarters of his time learning the runes!This is his favorite subject, and it is also the career he chose for himself.Leaving aside the enemy that has already begun to emerge, Hill is already planning his future.

This holiday must completely solve the problem of your blood!

Hill thought like this, but suddenly remembered the situation when he first awakened, and felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed. He didn't know how to connect Lucius' magic power with his own again, if there was only one way In other words, with the current state of the two of them, it is really difficult for him to accept.

Forget it, don't think about these headaches for now!

Hill sighed, packed his things, and left from the dining table.

The weather has gradually warmed up, and the small animals also lack scarves and gloves when traveling.Hill sat near the window in the library, looking at Mr. Octopus in the black lake showing a few tentacles from time to time, feeling a bit leisurely.

But his tranquility was soon broken, and his owl, Mr. John, suddenly sent a letter from his dean—Professor Snape.He was ordered to go to the cellar immediately to continue brewing the potion needed by the medical wing for the professor who was in a sudden emergency.

When he reached the cellar in a hurry, he only saw the back of Mr. Dean rolling away in black waves.Hill sighed, and stood helplessly in front of the potion console, carefully observing the cold potion being brewed in the crucible.

I thought the professor would leave for a long time, but I didn't expect that he would come back in only about 10 minutes.There is even a small animal from Gryffindor in his hand-Harry Potter.

Professor Snape ignored the trembling Gryffindor lion cub. Instead, he took a look at Hill's console first. He seemed to be satisfied with the progress of the potion, and nodded to indicate that Hill could bottle it and call it a day.Then he turned around and stared fiercely at Harry Potter's face for a while, "This way!" He ordered, then turned around and turned into a black wave, and walked towards the further study.

Harry glanced at Hill as if asking for help, but there was nothing he could do about it, he could only watch Harry walk in as if he was going to the execution ground.

Shaking his head, he started his bottling work.This is actually the easiest job in the entire potion making process, but what is tested is the ability to practice makes perfect. If you accidentally spill the potion, you will not only face the problem of not enough potion, but you may even be killed. All kinds of potion ingredients corrode their own operating table.So Hill did it quite seriously.

But he was still disturbed.

Seeing Professor Lupine suddenly appearing in the fireplace, Hill had no choice but to put down the medicine bottle in his hand and greet him.Professor Lupine just nodded, then hurried into Professor Snape's study.When he came out again, Harry Potter, who was relieved from his burden, and Mr. Slytherin, who was clearly in a bad mood, followed behind him.

"Then, Snape, thank you for your tolerance, I will take Harry away first!" Professor Lupine said to Professor Snape full of apology.

Professor Snape said darkly: "If he could have some shame, he wouldn't have appeared in Hogsmeade with that scarred head! I hope the fair Professor Lupine can teach him what is correct."

Lupine looked at Hill who was watching with some embarrassment, without saying a word, he pulled Harry out of the cellar door.

"Hmph! A bunch of idiots!" Snape said disdainfully, turned around and saw Hill's eyes, his brows furrowed again, "Continue with your work!" After finishing speaking, he walked into his study and locked the door It slammed shut.

It wasn't until Hill returned to the dormitory that he really knew the truth.

This is really a miraculous thing, Harry Potter's head actually appeared in Hogsmeade, a place he shouldn't have been there!

"After you went to Hogsmeade, I saw him in the castle." Hill expressed doubts.

"Who knows how he got into Hogsmeade's team," Draco said disdainfully, "Maybe it was Polyjuice Potion, he did it last year!" He was talking about Harry and Ron last year He has always been worried about the matter of sneaking into the Slytherin lounge under his leadership under the guise of Grimb and Goyle.

"But, why did he only have one head?" Allen was more interested in this matter.

"Maybe it's an invisibility cloak," Hill guessed from the known alchemy products. "He should be wearing an invisibility cloak, but accidentally dropped his hat."

"It must be so!" Draco said excitedly, "I knew I was right!"

"Okay, Draco, you better think about how to behave better so that Mr. Malfoy can cancel your punishment."

"Oh, Hill, can you stop being such a disappointment!" Draco's face drooped instantly, and he immediately became dejected.

"You must come to my house during the holidays. My parents like you. If you were here, my punishment might be less." He said weakly.

Hearing the words "Mom and Dad", Hill couldn't help feeling complicated.He suddenly remembered Mrs. Malfoy's previous request, and his heart became much heavier.For this deformed family, and the complex relationship between each member of this family and himself, he was confused for a while.

There was hardly any time for Hill to feel sorry for himself, and all kinds of news came one after another.

First Hermione came and begged him to intercede for the hippodrome that had hurt Draco because it was about to be sentenced to death.Before he could respond to Hermione's request, the victim Draco announced arrogantly that the champion of this year's Quidditch match must be Slytherin, and there is no other!

As a result, Hill was dragged to the Quidditch pitch again to watch the last game of the year: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.But he didn't expect that the scene of the match almost turned into a brawl contest. The Slytherins and Gryffindors in the air were having a great time fighting, and even the referee couldn't control the whole situation!

"Oh, it's really jaw-dropping." Allen could barely close his mouth, he was staring intently at the wonderful scene in the air, apparently absorbed by the entire attention.

Hill, on the other hand, stared worriedly at the little dragon flying around looking for the Golden Snitch. If he was injured in this match, perhaps Lucius would not allow him to participate in Quidditch training again!

Fortunately, what he was afraid of did not happen, and all the players miraculously returned to land intact, but it is a pity that Slytherin did not win.

Draco almost exploded with rage, he got off the broom angrily, ignored Hill's concern, and plunged into his bedroom with exhaustion and sweat all over his body, and didn't come out all night.But the next day, when he appeared in front of everyone again, he had completely adjusted his emotions, like a perfect Malfoy again.

Seeing Xiaolong's performance like this, Hill was a little shocked, but perhaps it was this unexpected failure that allowed Draco to grow, he thought so.

"It's all that nasty Potter, if it wasn't because of his fire, how could we have lost!" When there was no one else, Draco suddenly said viciously, "I will definitely let my dad Buy each of the Slytherins a torch!" he yelled vowingly.

Hill: "..."

Perhaps, Draco doesn't need Malfoy's disguise in front of a friend he truly trusts...

For a moment, he didn't know whether this kind of trust was good or bad.