Save the world from Hogwarts

Two suspicious pink tinges appeared on Draco's pale face.

He raised his head higher and pretended not to care at all: "If you hadn't interfered with my mission, I wouldn't have been so rude."

Lin Zhen smiled gently, making Draco so disgusted that even his handsome face twisted: "I don't think this is my responsibility. Could it be that you let me watch you put the Death Eaters into Hog Watts, it’s better to wait until you’re asleep to talk in your sleep.”

A dangerous light flashed from the tip of Draco's wand. He stared at Lin Zhen with lowered eyes with disdain: "Aha, let me see. What made our rough and reckless Gryffindor boy learn satire others"

Lin Zhen raised her eyebrows.

This made Draco explode like a firecracker: "Put away your disgusting face. Do you think that learning Slytherin will make you a qualified gentleman? You don't know." The so-called, arrogant, nosy Potter"

"What a long series of adjectives," Lin Zhen sighed, "I haven't heard Draco speak to me like this for a long time. This really makes me miss it."

Draco's face turned red with anger.

He shook his head coldly, stretched out his hand to smooth the cold hair that stood on his head, and hissed a threat: "You are really disgusting, Potter. This makes me have to start to wonder if you accidentally ate it." Some unknown potion caused you to have a whim and intend to become a member of Slytherin."

Lin Zhen smiled indifferently, completely ignoring Draco's sarcasm.

He passed by Draco and stroked Draco's soft and smooth hair: "I'm very happy to see you so lively."

After saying that, no matter how furious Draco was after him, he left the Room of Requirement with a satisfied smile.

Draco looked at Lin Zhen's leisurely back and gritted his teeth: "You and I are at odds, Potter."

He had completely forgotten that he and Potter hadn't been on friendly terms since first year.

Lin Zhen returned to Gryffindor Tower with a happy heart.

During dinner, Lin Zhen received a note from a second-year Gryffindor.

On the note was a beautiful cursive calligraphy that he was very familiar with. He even imitated this cursive calligraphy to help its owner correct his paper.

"Seven o'clock, close."

There was only this short sentence on the note.

Lin Zhen glanced at the time. It was now 47:[-], more than an hour before the so-called closing time.

"Which cute little girl gave you the date note?" Ron asked vaguely with bread in his mouth.

"Swallow what's in your mouth before you speak." Lin Zhen moved her plate away from Ron in disgust, "I hope he is a cute little girl."

"He" Hermione's ears twitched, she put down the cup filled with sweet pumpkin juice in her hand, and said with great interest, "I never knew you liked boys, Harry."

Lin Zhen rolled her eyes pretentiously: "If you think Professor Snape gave me the note because he wanted to date me."

All the Gryffindors sitting near Lin Zhen shivered involuntarily, with expressions of wanting to vomit on their faces.

"Oh, you win." Hermione shrugged nonchalantly and took a satisfied sip of pumpkin juice. "Is it the one you said before?"

Lin Zhen nodded.

Ron ate all the calf on the plate in three bites, holding his belly and clicking his lips a few times, "I'm with you, buddy. I can't imagine you facing Snape alone."

"It's Professor Snape." Lin Zhen and Hermione said in unison.

"Okay, Professor Snape." Ron compromised.

"To be honest, I still enjoy it." Lin Zhen said.

All the Gryffindors at the table looked at Lin Zhen with "you're crazy" eyes, and Ron was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his seat.

"Are you sick?" Ron shouted loudly, causing all the students in the hall to turn their attention.

"You are the second person to ask this today." Lin Zhen knocked on the cup filled with pumpkin juice in front of her. The cup disappeared for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was replaced by a cup filled with chubby cows.

Lin Zhen picked up the cup happily and took a sip of milk.

The stain stuck to his lips, and Lin Zhen stuck out her tongue.

Hermione felt sensitively that the eyes of the girls around her suddenly became heated, and maybe there were a few boys too.

"Who is the other one?" Ron was completely unaware of the change in the atmosphere and was still asking, "Who is as sharp as me?"

Lin Zhen put down the cup in her hand and looked at Ron seriously: "Draco Malfoy."

Ron's face turned blue and white, then white and black: "Can I take back what I just said?"

A few good-natured laughs came from the Gryffindor table.

"Obviously it's too late." Lin Zhenshi said calmly and got up from her seat, "Then it's time for me to close the door. See you later."

"Good luck to you, Harry," Ron said in unison.

Hermione smiled and watched Lin Zhen leave.

"Min En, is there something wrong with Harry today?" Ron scratched his hair and asked distressedly.

Hermione paused while cutting the mutton chops, and her heart raised: "What?"

"He doesn't seem to care about Malfoy that much anymore," Ron said uncertainly, "Maybe he doesn't dislike Snape, well, Professor Snape anymore."

Hermione thought for a while, pulled Ron's sleeve and whispered to him: "To be honest, I also think something is wrong with Harry today. I doubt what happened between him and Malfoy. It's not like he didn't tell him at noon You"

"Oh" Ron almost scratched his fiery red hair into a bird's nest, "I think you are right, Malfoy is not feeling right today either."

Hermione sat up straight and continued eating her mutton chops as if nothing had happened: "Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if one day Harry told me that he actually had sex with Malfoy."

Ron seemed to be greatly frightened: "You are kidding, Min En."

Hermione glanced at him from the corner of her eyes: "No, no, I mean it seriously. Since the first year, Harry and Malfoy have never separated their attention from each other. Even this year, Malfoy no longer pays attention to Harry. Now, Harry is still glued to Malfoy like a stalker."

Hermione spoke so quietly that only Ron and Draco, who was passing behind them, heard her.

Ron was too frightened to speak.

Draco walked over quietly, feeling a turmoil in his heart.

Maybe that explains it.

Draco secretly hated it.