HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Was the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade so busy on Saturday morning?

It seems that my personal affairs have indeed delayed the fun.

If you dress up in a scarf and a cloak, you might be able to listen to a live version.

Lycoris sat on the sofa and leaned against Draco, holding her soft down pillow in her arms, listening to Pansy's narration of Harry's Triwizard Tournament documentary.

"...Potter is sorry about this." After Pansy finished speaking, she picked up the cup and took a sip to soothe her throat.

Seeing the lazy look of Licoris in front of her, as if she wanted to hibernate, she picked up a green apple from the table and threw it over.

Licoris didn't even move her hands as she watched the green apple rush towards her face.

Lycoris stretched out a hand and grabbed the green apple. Lycoris followed her hand and looked up at Draco's face, praising him, "He is indeed the best seeker, and his catch is so accurate!"

"Do you want to eat?" Draco asked her with a raised eyebrow, seemingly not seeing the classmates present.

"Don't eat it, it's too cold." Licoris shook her head and rejected his proposal.

Draco, who was rejected, didn't care. Instead, he took a bite of the green apple.

It was indeed a bit cold.

Next time I switch to grapes, I'll see how you pick them up.

Pansy silently cursed and continued, "Do you think what Potter said is true or false?"

"Why do you ask that?" Lycoris stood up, picked up the cup and took a few sips of black tea. She looked up at Pansy and continued, "I guess it's true. Although he didn't tell the truth right away, I believe it. He must have told Dumbledore everything."

"Do you think what Hermione Granger said makes sense?" Pansy summed it up carefully, and then said, "Professor Umbridge refuses everyone to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts because he is afraid that Dumbledore will form an army to deal with Fudge. minister?"

Licolis did not answer, but turned to look at Draco.

Draco, who was biting a green apple, stopped eating when he saw his girlfriend looking at him.

Seeing Draco's beautiful eyes blinking at her, Lycoris could only say, "You continue to eat."

Then Nott on the sofa over there was suddenly called. He had just picked up a piece of chocolate and was about to bite it.

"Nott, what do you think?"

What do I think?

I see how much you have lost.

Nott looked at Licoris with a half-smile, and put down the chocolate in his hand on the cup holder.

When your boyfriend eats, let him continue eating. I eat and you let me talk.

So what if?

He is protected by me, but you can do it on your own.

Licoris looked back, not paying attention to his eyes.

"I think Granger's guess is right," Nott analyzed seriously. "Fudge is arrogant and incompetent, and Dumbledore is shrewd and tactful. It's normal for him to be wary of Dumbledore. But the army..."

Nott protracted, and his tone became serious as he continued, "There is no way we can all listen to Dumbledore, at least we Slytherins won't listen. - What I care more about is the mysterious man, we Slytherins Most of Lin's students are children of Death Eaters - we have no choice."

Death Eaters who betrayed You-Know-Who would have only one outcome - death.

Following Nott's words, everyone thought of what the newspaper said about the disappearance of Principal Durmstrang's former Death Eater Karkaroff.

The only difference is that Lycoris knows that he is not dead yet.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Pansy deliberately spoke to try to break the strange feeling, "Lickles, guess how I know about the Pig's Head Bar? I've been at Honeydukes Candy Shop today."

"Did that come from your ninth-generation Hufflepuff pure-blood wizard friend?" He was the big-mouthed one who impressed Lycoris the most, and he was also one of Pansy's suppliers of gossip.