Hogwarts Diary: Snape Goes Crazy

Harry slapped Malfoy on the back of the head. …

This shameless thing!

His sister is only so young, but he already has such thoughts. The tools for committing crimes should be confiscated from him!

"You dare to hit me?"

Malfoy looked at Harry angrily.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and planned to beat Harry up.

"Don't think you are..."

Malfoy shouted.

But then someone came.

It's Professor Flitwick.

He looked at Malfoy warily.

"You don't want to fight, do you?"

Malfoy snorted at Harry.

Then he suddenly said sinisterly: "Professor, someone gave Harry Potter two broomsticks, one of which is pink!"

Vesey said quickly: "They are all mine, Professor. These two brooms were given to me by others and have nothing to do with my brother. If you want to punish me, punish me!"

Malfoy's expression froze.

The confident expression just now turned into a little uneasy.

If Flitwick criticizes Vesey, it's not impossible for him to say a few good words for her...

But Professor Flitwick did not criticize Vesey.

He smiled.

He touched Vesey's red hair.

"I know this broom, but this is the first time Severus has asked me what color broom I should buy a girl.

I think Vesey, you should like pink, so I asked him to customize it. How about it? Does it look good? "

Vesey's face twitched a little.

Good guy, the culprit is your boy!

Why does this person have the nerve to ask people if they like it?

How could anyone like this kind of thing?

I guess those delicate young ladies might not like it, right?

but……

Vesey hesitated for a while, then endured despair and said, "I like it, Professor, I like it very much."

That damn persona of hers!

Professor Flitwick laughed.

Only then did Malfoy know that Vesey's broom was a gift from their headmaster.

He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pointed to the broom in Harry's arms.

"Professor, this one belongs to Potter, he..."

Professor Flitwick looked at Harry with a smile this time.

"I know. Professor McGonagall told me everything. What model is it?"

Harry laughed immediately.

"Nimbus 2000. Speaking of which, Vesey and I were able to get a broom each thanks to Mr. Malfoy!"

Then he turned to look at Vesey and said happily: "Vesey, please thank Malfoy with your brother. If it weren't for him, we would..."

Before he could finish speaking, Malfoy ran away angrily.

Harry and Ronald laughed loudly.

"Look at him like that!"

"I'm sure I'm going to be furious!"

They both said at the same time.

Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly and walked away.

Harry looked at Professor Flitwick's back, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked hesitantly: "Vesey, you won't like Malfoy, right?"

Vesey almost glared at Harry.

I like a der!

She can't date her girl, and she has no desire to have sex with him!

But of course she couldn't say that, so she had to show a confused expression and asked: "Like? I don't like him very much. He lied to my brother last time!"

Harry was just about to say that it wasn't this kind of love, but the kind of love he had when sleeping with Malfoy.

But I stopped immediately.

His sister obviously didn't understand yet, so he had better stop talking. If Vesey really considered this, he would be furious.

"Yes, stay away from that kind of person. Our family is too simple to play with these evil-minded guys!"

Harry secretly applied some eye drops to Malfoy.

I believe he has instilled this kind of talk in Vesey since he was a child. Vesey will definitely not like Malfoy.

A girl like his sister deserves the best man.

He began to desperately think of any good men around him who could be worthy of Vesey, and then he sighed falsely.

No, no one.

The reality is that almost no one is worthy of his sister.

Dumbledore was okay, but he was too old. If he were a hundred years younger, he would still be considered.

He let out a breath.

Relieved.

"Harry, what are you thinking about? Can you let me play with your broom for a while?"

Ronald asked excitedly.

Before Harry could react, he heard Vesey graciously stuffing the pink broom into Ronald's arms.

"Take this and ride it!"

Harry, who had been eliminating men for Vesey just now, immediately became vigilant.

He looked Ronald up and down.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that if Ronald dared to be interested in Vesey, he would kill Ronald directly.

He snatched Vesey's broom back from Ronald's arms and said with all his heart, "Play with my broom!"

Ronald didn't know yet that Harry, his brother, had stabbed him many times in his heart just now.

He is quite happy now.

After all, although Vesey’s broom looks pretty, what boy would play with that kind of broom?

But Vesey was kind-hearted after all, so how could he have the nerve to return Vesey’s broom?

He had just been thinking, or else he would go to the Quidditch pitch, say that he suddenly didn't like flying anymore, and give the broom back to Vesey.

Unexpectedly, Harry had already solved it for him.

Brothers!

Ronald gave Harry a look.

Harry finally felt relieved when he realized that his good brother was still as stupid as ever.

"Come on, let's play until midnight tonight!"

He announced loudly, pulling Vesey and running towards the Quidditch pitch.

But Vesey rejected it.

Not to mention being afraid of heights, even if she wasn't afraid of heights, there was no way she could make it fly up to the sky with this pink broom. Going to the Quidditch pitch was a complete waste of her time.

"Brother, I'm afraid of heights, and I haven't finished my homework yet. Why don't we do our homework together?"

Harry immediately let her go.

What homework?

What kind of work?

It's impossible. He won't be able to do his homework until the last minute.