HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

On the day when Gryffindor played against Ravenclaw, Minnow got up extra early and kindly ran to pull Draco up.

"What are you doing?" Draco sat up from the bed and glared at Mino angrily.

"I don't want to go have breakfast by myself, but Toto still wants to sleep." Mino blinked innocently, "Just go with me."

"No!" Draco lay back again and covered his face with the quilt.

"As long as you accompany me to have breakfast," Mino took out a piece of candy wrapped in pink candy wrapper from his pocket, "this candy will belong to you!"

Draco's eyes narrowed.

"What do I want this for?"

"As long as you eat it, you will shed tears. They are normal tears." Mino dangled the candy in front of Draco, "Just one, and the teacher's love will be in your hands."

Draco suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and took the candy from Mino's hand.

"Just this once, don't wake me up next time."

"I promise!" Mino clenched his fists.

Although, Mino didn't make it clear to Draco that the teacher's love and tears had nothing to do with it.

After Draco packed up, Mino and Draco left Slytherin together and walked slowly towards the Great Hall.

"Today is the day for Slytherin to face Ravenclaw," Mino rubbed his hands, "I'm so looking forward to it!"

Draco sneered: "Can't you wait to see Poot knocked off the broom?"

Mino didn't answer Draco, just waved in the distance.

"Hey! Hilliard!"

"Prefect of Slytherin?" Draco frowned, "You have so many friends."

"Oh, what's wrong with you? It's not like I haven't seen Hilliard before."

Minow hadn't seen much of Hilliard lately, and hadn't been able to ask him about the sadness Hilliard had felt in the classroom that day.

"Mino, you got up so early." Hilliard said with a warm smile on his face.

Draco snorted coldly, frowning so hard that he could kill a fly: "I'm starving, aren't I going to have breakfast, Mino?"

Hilliard saw Draco's disgust towards him, nodded to Mino and left with the book in his arms.

Mino was a little confused and looked at Draco with his arms crossed.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing to do, let's go have breakfast, I'm hungry." After Draco said that, he grabbed Mino's wizard robe and walked quickly to the auditorium.

"Oh, wait, slow down, you're going to tear off my robe!"

Entering the auditorium, people from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams were already there. Surprisingly, Flint was also there, sitting on the Gryffindor table to cheer Wood up.

"Flint?" Mino couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Is it because he is about to graduate that Flint finally discovered his true desire?"

"Mino!" Flint spotted Mino and Draco, turned around and waved to them, "Come here quickly!"

"I don't want to sit at the Gryffindor table." Draco let go of Mino's wizard robe and walked to the Slytherin table alone.

Mino touched his frizzy hair, glanced at Draco suspiciously, then walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to George.

"Bread with strawberry jam." George put the plate in front of Mino.

"Thank you Jojo."

Arya raised her hand and joked: "Oh, Merlin, I don't want to die before the game."

"What happened to Draco?" Flint asked.

"The young master doesn't like Harry," said Fred. "There's no suspense about your question at all, Marcus."

Mino almost choked on the bread and hurriedly took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Since when have you become so familiar?" Mino looked at Flint and Fred suspiciously.

"Oh, Mino, Marcus is about to graduate. Don't you allow him to have a friend from another college?" Fred said, holding Flint's shoulders.

"If both Wood and Flint can enter their favorite teams, then they will still compete as opponents on the court in the future." Angelina said.

"That's great!" Mino was very happy, "Forever rival!"

Flint also grinned: "So I'm here to cheer for Wood. After all, I have won enough Quidditch championships at Hogwarts, but Wood still lacks the last one."

"If you can't speak, don't speak." Wood said.

"Hey, friends!" Jordan suddenly ran over from the door, "Are you ready to take on a new challenge? Oh, Harry, your fire is so beautiful! I believe you can win!"

"Of course! I also prepared a support stick for Harry. He is definitely the most dazzling presence on the Quidditch field!" Mino raised his head, with "Come and praise me" written all over his body.

"Mimi is great!" George clapped his hands insightfully.

"What's a cheer stick?" Harry asked.

"It's just - it's just - I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, before the game starts, someone from Gryffindor comes to get one from me. Anyone from Slytherin who is willing to cheer for you can also get one."

"Astoria will definitely take it," Flint said. "As long as you give it to her, she will definitely take it."

"Don't say that, I'll be embarrassed." Mino said, covering his face.

"Why are you embarrassed?" Flint obviously didn't understand what Mino meant.

Mino smiled softly: "Oh, probably because you are not as good-looking as me, so you can't understand."

Flint ignored Minnow and turned to talk to Wood about Quidditch.

"Eat a piece of pie, JoJo," Minnow raised the pumpkin pie to George's mouth, "If you don't eat well, you won't have the strength to fight against Ravenclaw."

"Okay, Mimi." George smiled and took a big bite of the pie.

When Mino met George's disgusting ice-green eyes, he blushed suddenly, lowered his head and snickered.

Flint covered his eyes in pain as he looked at the scene in front of him: "Oh, Merlin! Please take these two people away!"

"Give up, Merlin won't hear your call," Mino raised his head again, "But he will definitely hear my love for Jojo."

"How about you go to the Slytherin table for breakfast?" Angelina suggested enthusiastically, "Malfoy looks very lonely."

Mino thought for a moment.

"Good idea, Qiao Qiao, let's go."

Draco was stunned for a moment as he watched Mino and George walking towards him with evil smiles.

"you……"

"Are you impressed? Let's have breakfast with you!"

"Because those Gryffindors can't stand your closeness to Weasley?"

"Oh, that's because they're both single." Mino sat down across from Draco.

Draco's pale face looked even paler, as if he could already see what was going to happen next.

Mino held his chin and looked at Draco. After organizing his words, he asked: "Seriously, what happened to you today? You used to go to the Gryffindor table alone."

"That's because I'm going to cause trouble for Potter," Draco said angrily.

"Is it because of Hilliard?"

"Hilliard? The prefect of Ravenclaw?" George asked.

"Yes, Draco and I met him on the way to the auditorium. After that, Draco seemed weird." Mino answered truthfully.

"Well - then, should I look weird too?" George blinked, "What happened to you and Hilliard?"

"It's nothing, I just said hello to him, and after just saying a word, Draco dragged me to the auditorium."

"Oh, did you tell me before - you think Hilliard is handsome?"

"Really? That was probably in the first grade. Now you are the most handsome in my eyes!"

Draco looked at the two people opposite him expressionlessly, thinking about how to slap the half-eaten pie over to do more damage.

"So why do you hate Hilliard?" Minow turned to Draco again.

"I don't hate him."

"Come on, I'm sure Goyle and Crabbe can tell you hate Hilliard - you know what I mean? They don't look very bright."

"Oh——" "Hmm——"

"Crabbe - Goyle - what a coincidence you are here." Mino laughed dryly.

"It's really hurtful." Crabbe sat down a meter away from Mino aggrievedly.

"That hurts." Goyle sat down next to Crabbe.

"Are you going to copy my Potions homework?" Mino asked after hesitating for a while.

Crabbe and Goyle were seen sliding from their chairs to Draco's side. Goyle even stood up and walked to Draco's other side to sit down.

Mino wanted to laugh, but Draco's gloomy face showed that it was not good to laugh now, but George had already laughed.

"Stop, stop!" Mino whispered.

"What? Mino, didn't you see what just happened?" George continued to lower his head and laugh.

"I saw it, but it's not good to smile now. Look at Draco's expression!"

"Okay - I'm trying not to laugh -"

After coughing twice, George finally stopped smiling and looked at Draco seriously.

"Okay, let's continue now, why do you hate Hilliard?"

"It's not him that I hate," Draco said calmly, "I just think you seem to have too many friends."

Mino didn't expect this answer.

"Oh - I didn't think about it - if you feel that way, I want you to know that you have always been my best friend."

"When Pansy treated you to durian, you said she was your best friend."

"I said that casually! I lied to her! My best friend is only you!" Mino said excitedly. "

"Aha." Parkinson and Daphne appeared arm in arm.

After Mino was silent for a while, he tugged on George's robe: "Let's go to the Gryffindor table. My luck seems to be not good today."

"Okay, actually I just hate Hilliard, and it has nothing to do with how many friends you have." Draco said suddenly, "But if we calculate the close relationship based on the amount of money you win from us, I I can definitely be considered your best friend.”

"Is it because you are stupid and have a lot of money?" Parkinson grinned.

"Why are you laughing? You almost lost your wand in a bet with Minnow." Draco said calmly.

Mino nodded proudly to George: "How is it? Am I particularly powerful?"

"What's there to show off!" Parkinson said angrily, "This is a bad habit!"

"Then should we suspend the bet we made before?"

"How can we pause? Are you afraid of losing? I want to add ten more gold galleons!" Parkinson said.

"If this keeps up, Pansy will soon be your best friend." Draco nodded.

"Oh, my God, you haven't said it yet, why do you hate Hilliard?" Mino finally remembered his original intention.

"I'll tell you when the Quidditch game is over and Potter catches the Golden Snitch," Draco said.

"It's Qiu! It's Qiu who caught the Golden Snitch!" Parkinson said loudly, then stood up and ran to the Ravenclaw table to beat Qiu.

"For twenty gold galleons, she's also—oh, she's ordering durian."

"Oh - Durian -" Draco slapped his forehead painfully.

Parkinson's love for durian has exceeded that of Mino, which makes her and Daphne's dormitory always smell of durian. Fortunately, Daphne doesn't mind, otherwise she will stuff Parkinson into a brown paper bag and throw it away. out.

The number of people coming to the auditorium gradually increased, the sky became brighter and brighter, and the countdown to the Quidditch match began.