Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

After returning to the Slytherin lounge, Theodore saw Pansy and Blaise who returned to the lounge first as Draco said.

Looking at Blaise, who was leaning on Pansy's shoulder and moaning as if he was drunk, Theodore lowered his eyes slightly, turned and walked towards his dormitory.

Three senior Slytherin students were walking in a row. When passing Theodore, one of them accidentally bumped into him.

"Sorry." Theodore took a few steps back and approached the wall, leaving a clearer path for the three senior Slytherin students.

"Be careful next time, Nott." The man who collided with Theodore rubbed his shoulders and said nothing. Instead, the tall boy standing in the middle frowned at Theodore, "I think you should Remember what your eyes are for.”

"You're too harsh, Charles," the boy who was rubbing his shoulders nudged Charles Anderson with his elbow and spoke harshly to Theodore, "Nott didn't mean it."

Charles Anderson looked up and down at Theodore Nott, who was standing by the wall without any refutation of his words, and snorted, "Okay, let's go."

He had never liked people with gloomy personalities, not specifically Nott.

He disliked all those who used gloominess to disguise themselves.

The Nott family's industry seems to have been severely suppressed by the Malfoy family recently.

After the three of them walked away, Theodore turned his head and flicked his shoulder, and then continued to raise his steps in the direction of his dormitory as if nothing happened.

After seeing that Theodore seemed to be in trouble by the senior class, Pansy wanted to go over and help Theodore out, but because Blaise, who had never sobered up, was so clingy, Theodore was already out of trouble, and she was still there on the sofa.

Merlin, what on earth did those two Gryffindor twins, Weasley, feed Blaise!

Even sober medicine had no effect on Blaise.

Draco leaned against the fir trees outside Hogwarts Castle. From here he could see Harry Potter sitting beside the Black Lake.

The golden head leaning against the tree trunk tilted slightly to the left, and Harry's back looked a little sad.

Draco sighed slightly with doubt. Is the savior's spiritual world so easily hurt?

Why did I suddenly feel sad again after not seeing each other for a day?

Draco could imagine a pair of emerald eyes, rippling blue waves.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Draco frowned slightly, and when he turned around, there was no extra expression on his face, "What's the matter?...Anderson."

He remembered that the person calling him by his name seemed to be Anderson.

The Anderson family moved to the UK from Austria in recent years.

Standing to the left and right of Anderson are Davis and Evans, who have had a good friendship since they were in fourth grade and have continued into their sixth grade.

"Why do you want to be so close to Gryffindor's savior?"

"You even have friends with mudbloods. Do you want to betray all pure-blood wizards and betray the interests of pure-blood wizards?"

"Like that pure-blood traitor to the Weasley family?!"

When they heard the word mudblood, Davis and Evans each grabbed Anderson's arm and pulled hard, as if to stop him from having such an aggressive conversation with Draco Malfoy.

"Charles, stop talking..."

None of them knew why Anderson suddenly came to Draco Malfoy and then asked Malfoy these questions in shocking words.

Although many Slytherins have thought about these questions in their minds, but now that the Malfoy family is in the limelight, no one will be the one who will be shot.

Draco frowned and looked up and down at Charles Anderson. Among the pure-blood wizarding families his father asked him to pay attention to at Hogwarts, there was no Anderson family.

Ha, the mudblood in Anderson's mouth is more valuable than Anderson, the so-called pure-blood wizard.

He only cares about people who can benefit the development of the Malfoy family. His father has already betrayed the Dark Lord and stood on the same side as Dumbledore.

Only pure-blood families that can survive future wars are qualified to discuss the interests of pure-blood wizards.

"I don't want to say anything bad, it's extremely disrespectful."

Draco folded his hands on his chest, raised his chin slightly, his gray-blue eyes flashed with tiny light, "But, I want to do something..."

"none of your business."

"Take care of yourself, Anderson," Draco smiled softly at the three Andersons. "Since the Malfoy family can give the Anderson family market share in the supply of potions and medicinal materials, of course they can also take it back."

Charles Anderson looked at Draco, who spoke calmly and calmly, words that could determine the survival of a family's interests. He gritted his teeth, and a vein appeared on the side of his forehead.

The current Draco Malfoy is completely different from before he lost his memory, nor is he as easy to deal with when he first lost his memory.

"Malfoy..."

Davis reached out and covered Anderson's mouth, which still wanted to speak.

Draco Malfoy is not Theodore Nott just now.

"Sorry, Malfoy, Charles didn't mean that. He drank the wrong potion recently and was talking nonsense..."

Davis and Evans held Charles Anderson's hand tightly and apologized to Draco anxiously. They didn't know what was wrong with Anderson, when they knew that Anderson was definitely not awake now.

There is also a younger brother in the Anderson family who is eyeing Charles's identity as the future head of the family.

"I'm so sorry, Malfoy. Let's go find Dean Snape now and ask him to rescue Charles who drank the wrong medicine."

After Draco nodded slightly, indicating that they could leave, Davis and Evans immediately dragged Anderson away from the fir tree where Draco was standing.

After this episode, Draco lowered his eyes, straightened his sleeves, and walked towards the figure sitting next to the black lake.

"Draco!"

Before Draco could reach the black lake, the figure sitting by the black lake suddenly stood up and turned around.

When Harry saw the blond boy appearing behind him, all his thoughts were immersed in his heart.

The gentle sunset gently caressed the hair of the two teenagers.

Harry walked quickly to Draco, "Draco, I, I miss you a little."

Draco's gray-blue eyes opened slightly, and crimson quickly climbed to the tips of Draco's ears.

Who taught the Savior to speak like this? !

"Harry..."

"Draco, did you have fun today?" Harry knew that his suddenness would make it difficult for Draco to answer.

He wasn't going to let Draco have any trouble with him.

Draco quirked his eyebrows, and there was a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice, "Not very happy."

When Draco said he wasn't having a great time, Harry's raised eyebrows were slightly lowered.

"Because I spend half my time at Hogwarts looking for you, Harry."

The savior seemed to be about to cry again, and Draco sighed helplessly in his heart.

Forget it, he didn't want to make the savior cry. His emerald green eyes looked better when he smiled.

"Draco, I..."

"But look," Draco held out his hand to Harry, "I got you, Harry."

Harry felt his throat tightening, and under the glow of the sunset, he gently trembled and tightly held the hand that Draco stretched out to him.

"Yes, you found me, Draco."

Harry couldn't even imagine that there could be such a beautiful thing in the world.

As he looked for Draco, Draco looked for him.

Malfoy wouldn't be his, that didn't matter at all

He just wanted Draco.