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It's a sunny day, with wispy white clouds slowly floating in the blue jewel-like sky, reminiscent of the vanilla-flavored ice cream in the Honeydukes candy store that can float in the air for a long time .There is no longer the gloomy and damp smell of winter in the air. Although the sun can't bring warmth to people, it already has a feeling of crispness and spring.

I arrived at the Quidditch pitch a little too late, cheers erupted inside the pitch, and the floor resonated slightly under my feet. It sounded like Lee Jordan had already started introducing the Ravenclaw players.I regretted the time I wasted in the library looking for this big book in my hand—at least from the information I got while running on the road, this book focused on the development of modern magic and the library Like the other books in the book, the content about the mysterious man is avoided, so it is naturally difficult to have space to explain the relationship between Albania and him.

"Draco?" I opened my eyes wide. This match seems to be very important to Slytherin. As Slytherin's Seeker, why didn't he watch the match from the auditorium, instead he was still in this corner—trying to Drill in a dark pocket?

"Alice?" He probably didn't realize how funny he was now, with his blond hair messed up like a chicken coop.I glimpsed Crabbe's and Goyle's glazed faces in the wriggling bag, and they seemed to be blaming each other for stepping on whose foot.Draco pouted, jumped out of the black bag, stood on the ground and kicked his legs before raising his chin to me: "What are you doing here?"

"Wait, it's a robe... what's that in your hand?" I saw his hand tucked behind his back.

"It's none of your business." He winked at Crabbe and Goyle, who were still struggling in the huge black robe, and the two of them slowly crawled out of the fabric and took the pile of things Scrunched up and walked towards the field.Draco turned around and straightened his hair, still with his hands behind his back, and asked me: "It's you, Miss Alice Snape, who never watched Quidditch games, why suddenly has the ability to watch the game?" interest?"

I raised my chin, pretended to straighten my hair, then stood on tiptoe slightly, and imitated his tone and said to him: "This is none of your business."

He was about to pinch my nose with his free hand, so I raised the wand I had just taken out of my pocket and hid in my sleeve, and said to his holding hand, "Fly around!"

A black object flew up from behind him, slammed through a slow-passing ghost, and hit a painting.The woman in the painting who was carefully grooming herself in the mirror immediately threw away the comb in her hand and angrily cursed at us, saying that we had delayed her grand ball.

"Sorry, Mrs. Martha." I jumped up and wanted to grab that thing before Draco to see what it was, and answered with difficulty amidst the woman's sharp accusations, "But you've been combing your hair for hundreds of years , the dance never started—"

In the background of Mrs. Martha's "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!", I rushed under her picture frame, and I was about to catch that thing, which seemed to be something like a veil.But just when I was about to grab it with my fingertips, I was hugged directly by the waist, and then I watched the black veil slip away from my fingertips and returned to Draco's triumphant hand.

I patted his hand that was still on my waist, and signaled him to let me go quickly. There was another burst of cheers from the other side of the stadium. Live the Snitch.

Draco tucked the thing into his robes and looked in a good mood: "You want to compete with the best Seekers at Hogwarts to catch things in the air, huh?"

If the Gryffindors heard this, it would be another bloodbath.I curled my lips: "That's because you can run faster than me with long arms and long legs, otherwise I would have caught it."

He stretched out his free hand to touch the top of my head, and said triumphantly, "I still remember the first grade, Alice, when you were a little taller than me."

"Don't play tricks on Potter." I reached out and adjusted Draco's crooked Slytherin scarf. "You pretend that the dementors can't play tricks on him anymore, trust me."

He narrowed his eyes and was about to say something when we heard an unusually cheerful voice behind us: "You two, what are you doing on the sidelines when you're not going to the Quidditch game—hey, it's Alice? "

Professor Slughorn looked first at Draco's hand still on my waist with his small eyes, then at my hand that was still frozen in mid-air when I quickly withdrew from his scarf.

"Going to watch it, Professor." Draco smiled brightly at Slughorn. "I want Liz to accompany me. She won't sit with me in the Slytherin seats."

"Oh, oh oh oh!" Slughorn showed a suddenly realized expression, obviously there was a big deviation between what he understood and the facts. "Then how about the two of you come and sit with me, an old guy? Just tell me who's who in the arena. I've been away from Hogwarts for a long time."

"It's not an honor." Draco said hastily, "Professor, you may not know that I am Slytherin's Seeker."

"Who told you to call me Liz?" I muttered to Draco while Slughorn was talking to Professor McGonagall, "Don't call me that."

"Why?" Sitting on the edge of the court, Draco's eyes have been carefully chasing two fuzzy golden and red shadows on the court that are moving like the wind (We sat down for 10 minutes, and Lee Jordan spent at least 8 minutes praising Potter and Black's Firebolt, until Professor McGonagall interrupted him loudly), did not look back, but the tone was in a good mood.

"Mom... that's what I call it." I stroked my hair awkwardly, only to remember that I put the cat's-eye green hairpin in the deep drawer after returning to the dormitory yesterday. place.

Cho Chang couldn't catch up to Potter, but she clung to him so persistently that she seemed to interrupt another dive.There was all sorts of yelling coming from Gryffindor, and I suspected I had misheard, but it seemed Wood had actually yelled something at Potter, because I was closer to me and I heard it"—really If not, knock her off the broom!”

"Youth." Slughorn lazily squinted his eyes half-closed in the sun, the few sparse hairs on the top of his head looked a little funny under the golden light, and sighed as he watched the shadows constantly shuttle back and forth on the field Said, "It feels like yesterday, looking at the stadium, looking at the classroom, I thought it was James Potter flying over just now, nothing has changed, right McGonagall?"

Draco let out a dismissive sneer, apparently overheard by Slughorn from the noise around him.Professor McGonagall focused on interrupting every gratuitous advertisement of Jordan's affection for the Firebolt, and only responded to Slughorn with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You children don't feel, and it seems to us, you almost don't need to ask your names to find your parents in you." Slughorn said to me, "Ah, although I always Tell Dumbledore that I am old, but when you return to Hogwarts, seeing you think of your mother standing there with the same attitude ten years ago, it feels as if time has not passed."

"Does it seem like a cycle to you, Professor?" I asked softly. "Do I really look exactly like Mom?"

"Oh, of course not exactly the same," he winked at me.

I lowered my head: "Yeah."

"No, no, no, Alice," he said to me kindly. "No one is exactly like their parents. What's the point of everything if it just follows the same cycle? It's like a potion." ——Potion is the art of decomposition and fusion. Different substances are combined to create new works and powers. You should understand the truth of this. I can see traces of your father and mother on you at the same time, child, That's what life is about, they give you the best part of themselves."

There was a sudden scream from the Gryffindor auditorium, and a golden-red shadow swooped down at an extremely fast speed. Although Cho Zhang followed him closely, he was fooled by his brief pause That's right, at the moment she hesitated, Potter accelerated downward again with extremely fast reaction time, and when I could finally see the Gryffindor logo on him, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle for the end of the game .After a second of silence, the Gryffindors began to shout: "GOGO Gryffindor!" The Ravenclaw players also began to gradually land on the ground, applauding and congratulating Gryffindor friendly.

Qiu Zhang smiled and shook Potter's hand. She is indeed a very good-looking girl.

"But some things are true, hahahahahaha." Slughorn laughed after seeing the lifted Potter waved the Snitch in my hand a few times, "It doesn't seem to have changed at all, it's still the same Dilemma, isn't it Alice?"