Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

The welcome ceremony was followed by dinner, and Ron Weasley eagerly awaited the Durmstrang wizards to choose their Gryffindor table.

It would be best to sit across from him.

But Ron's eyes followed Viktor Krum and fell on the Slytherin table.

Uh...the side of the platinum hair.

It’s over. This.

Ron Weasley quickly withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Harry beside him.

As expected, Harry, as the savior of the wizarding world, has never disdained facial expression management.

For example, right now, the wizards from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry led by Viktor Krum walked to the Slytherin table and sat down beside Draco Malfoy.

The center of Harry's eyebrows was no longer the center of his eyebrows, but a bottomless abyss between two cliffs.

"Harry, I don't think you need to have such a big emotion when seeing a boy sitting next to Draco... I don't think Viktor Krum likes Mal as much as you do." Fu." Ron held his forehead and poked Harry's shoulder.

"No," Harry put his knife and fork vertically on the toast, "Victor Krum just clinked glasses with Draco and spilled the wine on Draco."

"Why do you have to use so much force when clinking a wine glass?"

Harry's words that he planned to continue to output suddenly stopped. He paused and quickly turned to look at Ron, "Why are you so sure that Viktor Krum won't like Draco?"

His Draco is dazzling, outstanding, polite, and handsome.

Why wouldn't Viktor Krum like Draco?According to him, the most popular international star?

Ron Weasley stretched out a middle finger, rubbed the center of his brow for a while, and finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"On the first night of school, you were in the bathroom on the fourth floor and heard someone plotting to take advantage of Draco Malfoy's amnesia to deceive Malfoy and squeeze out his use value...Merlin, Your hand, which was about to undo the waistband of your pants, suddenly changed direction and touched the hawthorn wand on the side of your lower back..."

"Those two are still lying in the hospital wing now."

Later, when Hermione heard about this incident, she severely criticized Harry, scolded Harry extremely for his reckless behavior, and gave Harry a list of moderately harmful spell exercises that were not easy to find.

Hermione Granger believed that Harry should act in secret, without attracting the professor's attention or being caught on anything.

After all, Harry is the savior of the wizarding world who represents the righteous side.

"After a Potions class, on your way to the Quidditch pitch, you overheard that someone was trying to use a love potion on Malfoy. You really didn't say a word. You gave your godfather to you. The rocket crossbow you bought was thrown directly into my arms...and then all the love potions in Hogwarts were disappeared without a trace!"

"I'm still shocked that you didn't even let go of the love potion in Snape's old bat's office!"

Then at night, he was hugged by George and Fred and cried all night long about losing the love potion market at Hogwarts... and finally he was forced to try out his two brothers' newly invented magical items.

Professor Snape deducted Gryffindor points for three days in a row in Potions class!

Harry blinked and scratched his head in embarrassment. The love potion in Professor Snape's office and the potion ingredients used to make the love potion were actually removed by his godfather for him.

The reason is that his godfather felt that maybe someone might use a love potion to... er, confuse Professor Snape.

Ron Weasley clasped his fingers and continued to help Harry recall things he had done in Harry's ear.

"Also, when you return to the Gryffindor common room, you begin to immerse yourself in your own world and start rehearsing your plan to confess to Draco Malfoy non-stop, one after another." Ron picked up the pumpkin juice in his hand and took a sip, "Harry, don't you know that in any corner of the Gryffindor lounge, there is the page you left behind with your plan to confess your love to Malfoy. ?"

Ron was really speechless. The plans written by Harry became more and more outrageous day by day, from the initial carriage of roses to the gold galleons in the treasury, and the latest plan had arrived...defeating Fu, er, the mysterious man.

Harry blinked quickly, then leaned into Ron's ear, "Ron, how many of us in Gryffindor know now that I want to confess to Draco?"

Ron rolled his eyes mercilessly. He didn't know how to hide it when he wrote it. Now he knows that he is shy and embarrassed?

"Except for some new first-year students, everyone in Gryffindor, from high to low, knows."

"You know everything?" After hearing Ron's words, Harry stretched out his hand to cover his tight lips.

Got it all! !Merlin!This is really great! !

It was not in vain that he often pretended to accidentally put the written plan to confess his love to Draco in a place where it would attract most people's attention.

Since the entire Gryffindor almost knew that he wanted to confess to Malfoy, it took so long to mean that before long, the entire Hogwarts would know that he wanted to confess to Draco!

Everyone will know that Harry Potter likes Draco Malfoy.

If Draco might not fall in love with him so early, then he would let everyone not want to confess to Draco even if they liked Draco.

Because, he, Harry Potter, would take action against anyone who had thoughts about Draco.

"It's just that Gryffindor knows about it. Don't be too embarrassed, Harry." Ron put a glass of pumpkin juice into Harry's hand. "Well, I suddenly felt that not only Gryffindor knew about it. , Harry..."

"Huh? What do you say?" Harry bit his lower lip lightly to prevent himself from accidentally smiling with eight teeth.

Ron frowned, "Last time, you went to find Theodore Nott who handed Draco Malfoy the pink envelope. Do you remember? Before you could say anything, Nott was there. I gave you a roll of my eyes and then took a detour away from you."

"I think he may know what you want to say to him, so he doesn't want to talk to you at all."

Ron felt that what Harry wanted to say to Theodore Nott was nothing more than something about Draco Malfoy.

Harry sighed in annoyance upon hearing this, "So, what is written in that pink envelope?"

He could ignore Theodore Nott's rude look, but could Nott tell him what was actually written in the letter?