[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

It's another year of summer vacation.As interesting as life at Hogwarts is, most students look forward to the holidays just like the average Muggle student, and summer is one of the happiest times of the year for them.

Of course, none of these people included Mary and Harry.

Mary looked at the calendar and made a cross with a red pen on the sixteenth of August.Well, another day closer to September [-]st.

"Are you really not planning to go to the World Cup, Hessman?" Mary couldn't help asking again.

"No." Hirschman flipped a page of the newspaper casually, "I don't know when you became so interested in Quidditch, Mary."

"Well, after all, this is a grand event in the wizarding world that is held only once in several years, isn't it?" Mary replied.

Hirschman raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "I guess Harry Potter will definitely go?"

"Uh, maybe?" Mary shrugged her shoulders with a calm face, as if Harry was really just an ordinary friend of hers. "Harry said he would go with the Weasleys, but I don't know if his aunt and uncle would agree."

"Huh." Hirschman made a sound from his nose.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, dear?" Mary could no longer ignore Hirschman's discomfort.Although he still came to her during the summer vacation as before, Hessman never had the same smile on his face when they first dated, and his words were quite mean.

"You know why." Just like now.

"What do you want?" Mary asked with a dark face.There aren't many people or things she can afford to be patient with, and Hirschman just doesn't happen to be one of them.

"..." Hessman froze for a moment, and then smiled again with some reluctance, "Of course I didn't think about it, my dear."

Mary squinted her eyes and looked at him for a while, and after making sure that Hessman had returned to her normal state, she implemented the policy of "hitting a stick and giving him a sweet date", and softened her attitude. "I just asked casually just now. If you really don't want to go, of course I will stay at home with you."

"I have no doubt that this is my honor." Hirschman smiled brightly again, and brought the coffee to his mouth. "Oh, by the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

"What?" Mary handed him the bacon that had just been fried in the spatula and was still sizzling with oil.

"I might go back to Germany earlier this time." Seeing Mary frowned, Hessman immediately added, "You know, I will be in the seventh grade this year."

"I remember your grades seem to be pretty good?"

"Oh, okay." Hessman pursed his lips, "To tell you the truth, there will be a Triwizard Tournament this year."

"You will also sign up?" Mary naturally knew about the Triwizard Tournament, "If I remember correctly, this year's Triwizard Tournament should be held at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, we will meet again soon this year," said Hirschman, "at Hogwarts."

Mary blinked and smiled encouragingly: "Then, come on!"

That night——

"Hello, is that Hermione? I'm Mary." Mary called the only one of her friends who was able to use the phone proficiently and freely, "You will go to the Quidditch World Cup with Harry and Ron, right? Which one exactly?...Well, I suddenly have time to watch again...Bulgaria vs. Ireland? Okay, I see...That's it, bye."

Hessman stood outside the door, paused for a moment with the hand he raised to knock on the door, then put it back, and turned to leave.

"Finally decided to give up?" Ernest quietly appeared next to Hessman.

"She can't even wait until I leave tomorrow to contact them." Hirschman smiled sarcastically.

"You should have had such awareness when you met her." Ernest remained expressionless, "You have already surprised me, and it is not enough to persist for more than a year when you know that Mary doesn't like you at all." easy."

Hirschman was silent and did not respond.

"I don't know what you like about Mary. To be honest, I can't tell you what is attractive about her except for her appearance. She is extreme and cunning, selfish and cruel, indifferent and ruthless, short-tempered and narrow-minded..."

Mary is inside the house, so you really won't be beaten to death?

"But you know what you can't do, don't you?" Ernest's face was covered by the shadow of bangs on his forehead, and his expression could not be seen. "I don't care who Mary is or what she does, but If you do anything—"

"It's up to you?" Hirschman interrupted him disdainfully.

"You can try." Ernest slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Hessman's face contorted for a moment, but he immediately calmed down again, "So, what standpoint do you use to say this to me?"

"..."

"Don't tell me about the relationship between sister and brother. I can't understand what's going on in your mind." Hessman looked down at Ernest, "What can I say? It's great that I can last for a year. Listen to me You still don’t intend to give up after these words. Huh? No, you haven’t started at all, have you? How can you talk about giving up! Hah.”

"..." Ernest silently watched Hessman walk away with a sneer.

"Poor boys." Witnessing the whole conversation, Camille covered the lower half of her face with a fan, her eyes full of fake sympathy.

"That fellow Hessman!" Mary patted her forehead annoyedly, "If you want to leave, tell me earlier, there's no time to book a ticket now!"

"Are all the tickets sold out?"

"Well, the tickets for the finals are selling fast." Mary fell into the sofa in frustration, "I—"

An owl flew in and interrupted her.

"Draco?" Mary took the letter from the owl with some surprise.

"Malfoy?" Tom looked at the ordinary barn owl and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "I don't know when the aesthetics of the Malfoy family became so reserved."

"I gave this owl to Draco." Mary explained as she opened the envelope, "Of course the Malfoy family has snowy owls and golden eagles for delivering letters, but they are too conspicuous. If Draco has any Tell us things he doesn't want his parents to know, and he'll let—"

She stopped again, staring blankly for a moment at the Quidditch World Cup ticket that had slid out of the envelope.

"I think I probably know that Draco has something to ask me." After a while, Mary narrowed her eyes and said jokingly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Mary saluted lightly, "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Draco, how are you?"

"Everything is fine, and it's nice to see you again, Mary." Draco also greeted politely, but his eyes were full of narrow smiles.

Lucius and Narcissa still maintained their proud expressions, and nodded in response: "Nice meeting, Miss Flamel."

Mary smiled, not revealing that she had met them as early as the first grade.

"We'll apparate to the World Cup, Mary, you... uh, you can hold my mother's hand."

"This is really troublesome, Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa paused, but still extended her hand politely.

"The match is about to start!" Hermione wanted to be more reserved, but she still couldn't help but look at the entrance of the box frequently, "Ah, I really hope Draco and Mary can come too."

"Didn't they tell you if they'd come or not?" asked Ron.

"Oh, Mary called me." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron who was puzzled when he heard the "phone call." "She said she wanted to come, but I don't think she can get a ticket." She sighed disappointedly He breathed a sigh of relief, "Draco has never replied to my letter, I guess he has never been able to find a chance to send the letter to me."

Harry couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Although he knew that Mary didn't have much enthusiasm for Quidditch, the World Cup is an event that only comes once every few years. Even Hermione, who doesn't like Quidditch to the extreme, wouldn't want to miss it. .

But if Mary comes, that Einzbern will come too, right?Harry wondered.

"...Ah, Lucius, here you come!" They heard Fudge shout suddenly.

Hermione and the others quickly grabbed their heads, as expected, it was Draco and his parents who came, but there was a girl who looked familiar beside them, she was arranging her clothes with her head down, her long hair Her black hair blocked her face.

"That's..." Ron said uncertainly.

"Mary!" Harry yelled excitedly.

The girl raised her head, with those familiar eyebrows and eyes, who else but Mary?She looked at Harry and the others, smiled, and walked towards them, winking at the same time.

Harry and the others understood, and all showed their disdain for the Malfoy family, and turned around.

Lucius looked at Mary who walked towards the Weasleys and quickly chatted with them, first raised his eyebrows in disbelief, then looked at his son with hidden anger: "You told me you would invite a A classmate of Slytherin, Draco."

"Mary is Slytherin. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Parkinson." Draco replied innocently.

"A Slytherin who has such a close relationship with Gryffindor?" In front of many people, Lucius could not reprimand Draco loudly, he lowered his voice and asked quickly, making a hissing sound, like a Like a snake.

"Gryffindors aren't all mudbloods, are they?" Draco remained calm, "I've listened to you and cut off contact with Granger, but it's okay to maintain a certain relationship with Harry Potter, right? "

"..." was speechless by his own son, even though he knew that the so-called "severing contact" was definitely a sham, Lucius still didn't say anything in a complicated mood, and sat in his seat.

Alas, my son has grown up, and I'm a little excited when I think about it.

"Ladies! Gentlemen... welcome!" Ludo Bagman enthusiastically opened the curtain of the Quidditch World Cup finals. "Okay, without further ado, let me introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian team!"

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley leaned out expectantly, and then shrank back like an electric shock, frantically cleaning his glasses, "Vela!"

"What is Mei-"

Harry's question was answered before he could say it, and a hundred veela were gliding down the field, the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen in his life!

Harry felt like he couldn't think about anything, he just felt joy and wanted to do something really great, like—

There is no such thing.Suddenly, Harry felt pain in his left cheek as if someone had punched him hard. The punch was so heavy that Harry staggered and almost fell.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Mary asked him, smiling, which would have been perfectly normal if she hadn't maintained her punching position.

"What?" Harry hadn't recovered for a moment, and when he realized what he had done, his face flushed suddenly, "Mary, listen to me—"

"Huh?" Mary still smiled brightly, "Explain what? Bewitched by Veela? It's understandable, every unreliable man has this possibility—"

"No, listen to me!" QAQ

Hermione rolled her eyes silently.So Harry, what are you trying to explain?You and Mary are just friends in name, okay?Xiu Enai Xiucheng is so hypocritical that they are just ordinary friends, are you sorry for Ron?

After complaining, Hermione still glanced at the Malfoy family with some regret. Draco still maintained an upright sitting posture, watching the exciting game scene, but his face was flushed with excitement, and his hands unconsciously He clenched his fists and focused all his attention on the game, as if he didn't even bother to look this way.

The initial excitement of seeing his presence faded away, and Hermione silently lowered her head.

What is this?They are lovers, and they are close by, but they can't even look at each other. What is the purpose of this kind of love?

What will become of himself and Draco in the end?No matter how you think about it, the Malfoy family cannot accept a Muggle-born wizard.

"I'll go to the bathroom." After teasing Harry enough, Mary got up and went to the bathroom contentedly.

"Understood." Harry agreed, watching Mary go away, and it took two seconds to realize, "No! Mary, that's the men's room over there!"

The author has something to say:

It's been a long time since I posted a picture, I don't know if I can see it this time

The character is Roger Davies (the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and Fleur's partner at the ball)

and Cedric Diggory (captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, true warrior of the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts)