【HP】I don’t want to fall in love, I just want to mess around

Esther didn't ask any more questions. She could guess what Umbridge could say. Anyway, it was just an attack on her father's identity as a Muggle wizard.

They could only attack her father. Apart from that, her appearance, ability, and courage were all factors that would put her ahead of the rest of the Ministry of Magic.

People with strong hearts wouldn't care about this. She was sure that even if her father heard these words in person, it would only deepen his stereotype of most pure-blood wizards - stupid and arrogant.

Her father didn't even care, Esther...well a little bit.

She pursed her lips and suppressed the emotion in her heart.

Umbridge was going to be unlucky anyway, and she couldn't afford to be angry with a "dying man."

They walked into the owl shed in some silence, and Esther dug out two letters, one for her parents and one for her grandfather.

She couldn't bear to let Donut deliver two letters by herself, so she asked the owl raised in the school to deliver the letter to her parents.

Draco took out some biscuits from his pocket, tore open the package, crushed them and fed them to the two owls.

Esther glanced at him in surprise, and Draco caught her eye and asked, "What are you looking at? You can't just let people deliver letters to you without paying them for their hard work, right?"

Esther silently took out a small can of owl rations: "Actually, I prepared it."

Draco opened his mouth: "Oh..."

She opened the bottle and poured the owl rations in front of the two owls. The school owl also took a few bites, but the donut cooed twice in disgust, without even looking at the owl rations piled in front of it. , finished the biscuit crumbs in a few mouthfuls, then pecked Draco's hand gently, tilting his head to look at him.

That look seemed to say, "Where's the biscuit? It still wants to eat."

"Look, this little thing knows what tastes good and what doesn't, just like you."

Draco muttered and pulled out another biscuit.

Esther quickly stopped him: "Don't feed it this. If it tastes bad, it won't eat the special owl rations."

Donut seemed to understand what Esther said. It gave a pitiful cry twice, and rubbed its head close to Esther's hand, as if it was being coquettish.

"You're a very smart owl." Draco praised unabashedly: "What's your name?"

As he spoke, he handed Donut another cookie, met Esther's eyes and explained: "It's just a cookie, don't be so stingy."

"It's not that I'm stingy!" Esther rolled her eyes at him angrily: "I fed it too many snacks. It really won't like canned food. Will you feed it then?"

"What are you afraid of?" Draco muttered quietly: "What is its name? You haven't told me yet."

"Donut."

"...It fits your usual style, but it doesn't sound good. How about I change its name to Lu Yilin?"

"Don't you think it's weirder to give an owl a name related to a snake?" Esther couldn't help but said: "And the donut is a girl."

"Oh, what about Evangeline?"

Draco continued to ask without giving up.

"Draco! This is an owl. Don't keep giving it names related to snakes!" Esther couldn't bear it: "And this is my pet. I can call it whatever I want. You don't have to change it." what name?"

Draco curled his lips: "Okay, it's just a joke."

Esther glared at him again, just as the two owls had eaten about the same amount, she tied the letter and watched the owls fly out in circles.

Esther was no longer angry after coming out of the owl loft.

If she was really angry over something trivial, she would have been pissed to death.

Draco no longer mentioned what had just happened, but couldn't help but reveal to Esther the Christmas gift he was going to give her this year.

"I have been preparing it for a long time. You will definitely like it."

He said proudly and mysteriously.

Esther was indeed aroused by him and asked, "What is it? Could it be some kind of jewelry?"

Draco choked and asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Because I think you will only give these." Esther answered honestly.

Draco's expression was complicated for a moment.

Esther looked at his expression and said, "No way? Did I really guess it right?"

Draco snorted: "Congratulations, you didn't guess correctly. Don't worry, you will know what it is tomorrow."

"Then why don't you guess what gift I will give you this year?" Esther held his hand and jumped up a few steps, saying to him in a good mood.

"I'm not that impatient." Draco said slowly, "We'll know tomorrow anyway."

Esther smiled mysteriously: "I hope you can keep this calm when you get the gift tomorrow."

What she said was so specious that Draco, who had been pretending to be calm, started to feel nervous.

"You won't give me any prank products, right?" He asked uncertainly. At the same time, I began to think about whether I had made her angry recently. After thinking about it, I realized that I had been very good recently. I even helped Potter and the others to cover up. There shouldn't be anything that would make her angry and retaliate?

"Guess it."

Esther didn't answer his question directly.

So Draco, who originally wanted to make Esther look forward to it, began to care about the gift he would receive tomorrow.

They walked all the way back to the castle, and then cautiously separated when they reached the door, and entered the castle one after another.

The auditorium has begun to be decorated. The ceiling and surrounding walls are covered with various colorful ribbons. A Christmas tree has been placed beside the auditorium. Two Ravenclaw students are surrounding it, trying to hang more decorations on the tree.

Ernie and Justin were also in the Great Hall. Perhaps because there were not many Hufflepuff students staying in school this year, they did not stay in the common room, but in the Great Hall with a Gryffindor and a Ravenc Law's students were playing with gobstones.

Except for the Ravenclaw student, the other three people always lost. They were constantly sprayed by the unpleasant gas, but they were stubborn and refused to admit defeat and insisted on continuing to play.

There was still some time before lunch, and Esther did not go back to the dormitory. Instead, she stood aside and watched them play with gobstones for a while.

Ernie lost miserably, and the Gryffindor boy lost even more miserably.

Even Esther can hardly stand it anymore.

"How stupid!" A lazy and mean voice came from behind: "Can you play?"

Esther turned her head and saw Draco standing nearby at some point, speaking to the Gryffindor boy.

It was very annoying to lose all the time, but the Gryffindor boy said back without hesitation: "Stop gesticulating here, you are not welcome here!"

Draco pointed to the prefect badge on his chest: "I think I will deduct five points from Gryffindor for being rude to a prefect."

"But it's already holiday!"

The boy replied unconvinced.

"Five points from Gryffindor for once again contradicting a prefect."

……

Esther held her forehead helplessly.

Sure enough, Draco was still Draco, nothing had changed.