HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

It was at this time that Draco and Wuyou entered the garden. When Wuyou saw Derian, he wanted to ask about the situation, but after being stopped by Draco, Wuyou didn't think much about it and decided to ignore it for the time being.

Then the two of them walked slowly in the garden, enjoying the beautiful scenery around them and chatting.

Although Wuyou cast a warming spell on herself so that she wouldn't feel the cold, Draco was still worried that she would feel cold in just a thin skirt.

So after walking a few steps, he took off his coat without hesitation and gently put it on Wuyou's shoulders.

Wuyou felt Draco's concern, smiled and said "thank you" to him, then continued strolling in the garden, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

At the corner of the flower bed, they met Mr. Parkinson. Mr. Parkinson looked at the two of them, smiled friendly and said, "Mr. Malfoy and Miss Zhang Sun are really a perfect match."

After hearing this, Draco immediately showed a bright smile on his face and said happily: "Thank you, good evening Mr. Parkinson, I hope you have a pleasant night at Malfoy Manor."

Wuyou also responded politely: "Good evening, Mr. Parkinson." Her tone was very formal, making people feel that she was well-educated.

Mr. Parkinson looked at the two of them, then smiled friendly and said, "It's nice to meet you. Goodbye, both of you." With that, he turned and left.

Both of them felt that his words seemed strange, but also felt that they were just normal compliments. Perhaps because they were in a good mood, they did not think deeply about Mr. Parkinson's words with a profound meaning.

Draco and Wuyou continued to walk along the path towards the pavilion. When they entered the pavilion, they felt as if they were isolated from the world.

This is one of the gathering places for their small group. I used to come here often, but I never felt that the atmosphere here was as quiet as it is today.

Draco looked at Wuyou next to him and said, "Mavis, do you feel that it seems particularly quiet here today?"

Wuyou nodded and said, "I feel like there's a strange silence and sadness?"

Draco frowned and said, "What a mess of sadness! There can't be such a place in Malfoy Manor! I'll ask my dad to change it tomorrow!"

When Wuyou heard him say something like "I'm going to tell my dad", an emoticon of an angry ferret appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Draco looked at her in confusion and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Wuyou clenched his fists and pretended to be serious while trying to hold back a smile, saying, "I'm just a little happy to see how beautiful the roses in the garden are."

Draco was already used to her inexplicable laughter, and then turned his gaze to the rose bushes in the garden.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the red roses in the garden, making the roses in the entire garden more beautiful.

Draco tilted his head to look at Wuyou. She was looking straight ahead with a burning gaze and a smile on her lips. She seemed to really like these flowers.

In fact, Wuyou's mind had already wandered away into the clouds, and she didn't pay any attention to the flowers and the moon.

"It's really beautiful tonight," Draco said softly.

Wuyou nodded and agreed, "Yes, it's really beautiful tonight."

Draco looked at Wuyou with a gentle light in his eyes. He wanted time to slow down, but good times were always so short.

When Draco was about to say something, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, denser and larger than before. The original romantic atmosphere was broken and replaced by a cold breath.

Draco felt the temperature around him drop noticeably. He frowned and looked at Wuyou worriedly.

She was wearing a dress, and the weather was too unfriendly to her. If she didn't go back indoors in time, she would easily catch a cold. Thinking of this, Draco took Wuyou's hand without hesitation and walked quickly towards the manor.

As time went by, the snow became heavier and heavier, and the flakes fell on them as lightly as white petals.

Draco bent his other arm and raised it above Wuyou's head, trying to block more wind and snow for her, and the effect was very obvious - Wuyou's head was covered with white snowflakes.

Unfortunately, this romantic plot has no effect in the face of absolute heavy snow.

After entering the manor, their hair and eyelashes were dyed white, like a pair of white-haired old people.

Wuyou looked at Draco and said, "Hahaha, Draco, look, we two look like an old woman and an old man, with our hair and eyelashes all gray!"

Draco looked at the girl with curved eyebrows and smiled and murmured, "What an idiot, this is clearly called a white-headed man."

Wuyou was so busy laughing that he didn't hear what he said, so he asked, "Ah? What did you just say?"

Draco pinched her face and said through gritted teeth: "Let's go, idiot, what if you catch a cold?" After that, he pulled Wuyou towards the side hall.

Adrian stood quietly in the corner, staring at their departing backs, and murmured, "Malfoy, you are so lucky. Your lover happens to be from a powerful pure-blood family."

He looked down at the bouquet of roses he was holding in his arms and began to doubt whether he should still give it to Pansy.

If I desperately held Pansy back and let her leave Parkinson's, it might bring her more pain and distress.

The oath that had once remained unchanged began to crack at this moment, and the boy's unswerving determination began to waver at this moment.

He understood that there was a huge gap between himself and Parkinson. This gap was not only the disparity in wealth, status and power, but also a chasm that was difficult for people of two different identities and backgrounds to cross.

The love that was blessed by many people at the beginning seemed to be blocked by an endless ocean and was out of reach after encountering reality.

Derian felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. It hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. He stood there silently, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including reluctance and helplessness.