[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Just because Bryce helped her every time, and even exchanged wands with her, this brotherhood, she will definitely keep in her heart forever.

"Brace, if you encounter any troubles in the future, I, Annie Panik, will definitely do anything!" Annie blinked at Brace.

Come on!Let's put these two knives on Bryce first... People want to chase her, but she treats others as brothers...

Don't ask, you will be angry if you ask...

"Should we go back and finish the sketch of the Bowtruckle now?" Annie suddenly felt a little awkward in the atmosphere.

If Professor Graplan knew that the two of them were blatantly skipping classes in her class and not turning in their homework...the consequences would be disastrous.

"I hope that rope is strong enough. That Bowtruckle didn't go somewhere else. I left him a fairy egg on purpose." Blaise put his hands in the side pockets of his trousers, two People stepped on the muddy ground to return to the classroom.

"It's a good thing it's still here." Annie looked at the Bowtruckle tied around its waist with a small string. It seemed very angry, with two small bud-like hands resting on its arms.

"The little guy must be angry, so let's hurry up." Blaise gently untied the rope of the Bowtruckle, and the Bowtruckle spoke in a squeaky voice in a language they didn't understand.

But it sounds like you're scolding them...

(Bowtruckle: Shit! Two people fall in love and tie me up!)

"You hold on to the Bowtruckle for a while, I have to find a flat place to draw it." Annie took a piece of crumpled parchment and looked at the ground. There was no clean and flat land, because after the rain , full of potholes and wet soil.

Anne was a little envious of Hermione carrying a book with her, which was just the right thing to use in this case.But since the protection of magical beasts in the third year, they rarely bring books.

"Well, you put the paper against my back and draw."

"Okay." Annie spread out the parchment, pressed it slightly with one hand, and watched the Bowtruckle from Blaise's neck.

The faint smell unique to girls slowly dissipated. When Anne turned her head occasionally, her hair would touch his neck, and Blaise felt itchy, and so did his heart.

Annie's fingertips could feel Brace's body temperature under the robe, it was warm.At this moment, the parchment is like skin texture, dented under the pulsation of the pen tip.

"I finished the drawing." Anne showed Blaise the finished drawing, and the drawing was not bad. "Then you can also draw on my back, the water on the ground is not dry yet."

"Maybe we should all remember to bring a book with us next time." Blaise switched the Bowtruckle into Anne's hand, the pale brown hand holding the parchment. He was much taller than Anne, almost cushioning her Sketch the shoulders.

"What's the matter with your neck?" Blaise's eyes suddenly saw the reddish-brown marks hidden under Anne's shirt.

"The pet bit...the cat." Annie stroked her neck indifferently.

Damn... that guy Tom Riddle bit...

"Does it hurt?" He involuntarily pressed his hand on the mark and rubbed it.I have to say that this action made Anne a little hairy.

"It doesn't hurt, hey, you're done, right?" Annie turned around suddenly, and pulled the neckline again, just enough to cover the marks.

"Well..." Blaise said, "then you remember to get your medicine."

Sure enough, he still thought too much.

……

"What are you looking at? I have to remind you, Mr. Nott, the Bowtruckle in your hand is about to be crushed to death by you." Lillian Usain suddenly whispered.

"Sorry..." Theodore let go, and the little Bowtruckle could breathe fresh air. It angrily left two gashes on Theodore's hand.

Blood dripped down the grass from his hand.

"Do you need to go to the medical wing?" Lillian asked.

"That's my own business." Theodore said silently, he only felt that he couldn't breathe, and his mind was full of the mark on her neck.

She left class alone with Blaise, and came back beaming...did he kiss her?She also accepts Blaise?

Theodore thought he could bear everything in the world, whether it was his father making him bow his head to the darkness, or marrying someone he didn't know at all... Could it be because of his indifference that he pushed her to Bray? is it...

Jealousy... The feeling of jealousy made his heart feel like a knife, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

Why should everything he holds dear leave him?All bad luck seemed to be upon him, and his dear mother had died when he was a child, yet he could not shed a tear and make his father think him weak and incompetent.The resurrection of Voldemort broke the Nott family's dream of living a mediocre life.

Why can't he be like Blaise, who has no worries about life and death and family honor, will not be subject to any constraints, and can even choose a beloved person to grow old together.

Unlike myself, I was trapped in a cage all my life.

Theodore ignored the blood dripping from his hand until it dried and coagulated into a scab, and as he walked through the corridor, he seemed to lose hearing the chattering noise.

He is like a marionette, his whole life has been arranged.

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Madam Pomfrey was away, and seemed to be treating Dumbledore's toothache again.

If it weren't for Annie's lack of confidence in her "healing as before" ... plus she changed the wand with Blaise, who wouldn't want a wand to solve all problems.

Anne easily found the potion to treat the scar marks, a small medicine bottle filled with rose-red liquid.

In fact, this small injury can be fully healed by itself, but the more Annie looked at this mark, the more strange it became. I have to say that it does look a bit like that... It's better to heal it as soon as possible, so as not to save Millicent from gossiping there again.

But if Madam Pomfrey's potion is used, it probably only takes three seconds to finish.

Anne took the small medicine bottle, opened the curtain and sat on the side of the hospital bed, unbuttoned her tie, just one button was enough.Annie used the small mirror she carried with her to look at the marks on her neck, but she saw another person in the mirror.

"Why are you here?" Annie froze for a moment.

"Following you, how did you come here? Are you injured?" Theodore sat down next to her, "Come here, I will help you with the medicine, you are always clumsy every time."

Seeing Theodore, Anne would always get nervous involuntarily, not wanting him to see her embarrassing side, and she couldn't tell what was going on.

"Thank you." Annie lowered her head and sighed helplessly, "Why do you show up every time I get hurt?"

Looking at the helpless girl in front of him, Theodore hopes that time will freeze forever at this moment. He doesn't need to think about his family, and can sit here easily and talk to the person he likes silently in his heart.

That's enough.

"I don't know, it's just that you happen to meet me every time you get hurt." He unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured the medicine on a small flannelette. "Where is the wound?"

His movements are so gentle every time.

Annie pulled open the neckline of her shirt, revealing her fair skin. "You'd better give me the medicine, I'll do it myself."

It's embarrassing for a boy to do such a thing.

Sure enough, Theodore blushed...

There is an oval red mark on the white neck, which looks extremely unsightly.

Theodore stared closely at the marks on Annie's neck, "Who?"

"What did you say?" Annie looked at Theodore blankly, he seemed...a little angry?

"I'm talking about this." He bent down, pressed the mark with his hand, and thought of her and Blaise coming back talking and laughing, the strength in his hand became heavier.But he will always control and will not make her feel pain.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Anne held Theodore's wrist with one hand, trying to pull his hand away, and with the other hand, she wanted to pull the neckline up.

While struggling, Blaise's wand rolled to the ground, smashing to pieces along with the medicine bottle.

"It's Blaise, right? Both of you even took the wrong wand?" Theodore looked coldly at the wand on the ground, "You like him?"

"Theodore, you are strange..."

"Did he kiss you?" Theodore held her arm tightly with his hands, with a serious expression, and a pair of sea-blue eyes examined her.

"what?"

"answer me."

Please, please tell him.

"What's the matter with you, Theodore Nott? It was the same in the potions class last time!" She could no longer control her volume.

so weird...really so weird...

The moment she knew Theodore was engaged, she felt that her previous speculation was so boring and ridiculous... She even thought... At least they liked each other a little bit.

For some reason, Annie felt more and more sour in her heart, she obviously never cared about these things...

"Do you only laugh in front of Blaise?" Theodore felt more and more uncomfortable, and his eyes slowly turned red.

It was the first time she saw Theodore look so resentful and vulnerable, "I have nothing to do with Blaise, besides... this is also my own business, please calm down."

Calm and sensible.

Others said that Theodore Nott was the most rational and calm person, but he was also a human being. On the night his mother died, he threw himself on his mother's bedside and cried all night, breaking things all over the floor.

The next day, he still attended his mother's funeral with a calm face.

Usually, the more you suppress yourself, the more calm and rational people will explode like a madman when they are pushed to the zero point.

He only had jealousy in his heart now, and in his eyes, everything Anne said was just making excuses.

"Are you so willing to give me up to others? But I don't want to do that." He hated her for being magnanimous and turning a blind eye to Usain.

"Theodore Nott! You and I are just friends." When Annie said this, she lacked confidence.

"I don't want to..." He didn't want to be just friends with her.

With red eyes, he pushed her against the head of the bed as if mad, his warm breath getting closer and closer.

he wants to kiss her...

How much anger and sorrow are hidden in those beautiful blue eyes, it is the depression and sorrow of many days, it is the forced helplessness to break with the bright life, it is obvious that you love someone deeply, but you want to get farther and farther away from her She pushed herself into someone's arms.

He really couldn't bear it anymore, even if he only knew what he wanted.

Resist... she didn't want to, at least not in this way.

She turned her head to avoid it, the back of her head was pinned, and in a panic she slapped Theodore across the face.The crisp sound and swelling pain made her hands tremble non-stop, she lost her mind, panicked, and...

fear.

This is not Theodore Knott.

"Sorry...Theodore Knott." She pushed him away.

"So you're really in love with Blaise." He let go of her hand in frustration.

"Theodore, this is not like you at all, this is not like what you can do at all. Blaise and I have never crossed the line, but you..." Annie held back the anger in her heart, " Please remember that you are an engaged man."

"But I don't feel anything for her," said Theodore. "Anne, I..."

Anne put her own robe back on and picked up Blaise's wand from the ground.

"You don't like me, but I'm not your toy. I haven't put any label on it, saying it's exclusive to "Theodore Knott". Even if I have something with Blaise...you have no right to interfere."

.........

"I like you."

Mei Lin knew how much courage he mustered to say what he had kept in his heart for so many years. Since when did he fall in love with her?

In the past, even he himself thought that this silent liking would calm down with time, but the reason why he liked her was as complicated as a potion.

He just felt that when he was with her, he didn't seem like that self anymore. He didn't have to pretend or suppress any more. This kind of yearning turned into liking would indeed make it extremely personal, and no one could touch.

He wants her to be happy, wants her to smile happily, this kind of thought seems to have become a demon in his heart, the more he can't get it, the more he longs for it.Until one day it turned into jealousy.

"Theodore Knott, we are no longer friends from today on."

Annie didn't know why she wanted to cry, she didn't have the ability to be responsible for a relationship, not to mention the end of the relationship before it even started.

What was Lillian Usain if she was with Theodore?

She hates playing this role.

What kind of person was Theodore Knott?Annie has never understood it, but now Annie has made it clear that all her imagination about Theodore...before she makes a big mistake, she should stop.

Tears doused the fire of love that never burned.

His future does not belong to her.Her future does not belong to him either.

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After experiencing the baptism of bloody love plots, Annie has seen through a lot and realized many problems.

For example, friendship can easily deteriorate.

Let's just talk about her friendship with Theodore, and it's hard to say who changed it first. Anyway, Anne has to avoid him now. After what happened last time, Annie already has a psychological shadow in her heart.

Could it be that he really has a passive attribute?Everyone will revolve around her?

In order to verify this question, Annie asked one by one at the dinner table.

"Hey Draco, what do you think of me?" Annie blinked wildly at Draco.

"..." Draco frowned, and replied with a look of disgust, "Annie Panik, do you have some eye disease?"

"Hey, Millicent, do you think I'm pretty?" Annie turned her head and asked Millicent next to her, and the little girl spit out milk in fright.

"Annie, what's the matter with you today?" Millison blinked her innocent little eyes.

"It's all right, Millicent. Hey! Goyle! Crabbe! Let me ask you a question, what do you think..." Anne brushed her hair, "Do I look good?"

"I don't think you look as good as the chocolate chip cookie I'm holding," Goyle said.

"I also don't think you look as good as the cream cake I have," Crabbe added.

"Thank you, you will gain weight quietly, and then "amazing" everyone!"

"Panik, I was thinking you might have a more important matter to attend to before you get busy asking these questions, Professor Umbridge asked you to come to her office this Friday afternoon, and Harry Potter ?” said Daphne.

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: May I ask what the culprit, Mr. Riddle, wants to say?

Riddle: These kids are still too young... none of them can fight.