[HP] Lover

1993 AD, England, Hogwarts

Hogwarts Monday morning is the usual owl bombing time, but only freshmen who have just entered the school will rush to try to protect their food under the owl's claws, and at the same time catch their letters or serve as The wizard's parents sent a package by post, but they didn't succeed. Most of the students made a mess in front of themselves, even the always elegant and proud Slytherin table.

"Have you all got your parents' signatures?" At the long table on the far right of Hogwarts, Pansy Parkinson, a third-year student, raised his hand and brushed the delicate hairpin pinned to his ear, his beautiful black eyes flickered Suddenly, "Going to Hogsmeade, I've been looking forward to it for two years, and it's not very pleasant to watch the senior students happily go to places we can't go almost every few weeks. "

"Of course—who doesn't want to go?" Blaise, who was sitting on Pansy's right hand, answered lazily. Right, Draco."

No one answered.

"Draco?" Blaise asked again, looking away from not far away, looking at the people around him, then his voice suddenly stopped, and he was silent for a second before asking: "What are you doing?"

Draco still didn't answer him, he was waving his hawthorn wand trying to dislodge an owl feather that landed right in the middle of his silver plate without damaging the plate, the brown tip of the wand protruding one by one. Sparks, little whirlwinds of magic, and so on, but the black, dark-spotted feather remained unmoved.

"Damn it!" The teenager with shiny platinum-blond hair cursed fiercely, pushed the plate away in disgust, and frowned tightly with his exquisite eyebrows of the same hair color: "Gol, put your bird Take it away!"

"Draco, that's not my bird—" Crabbe raised his head blankly with a chicken leg in each hand, trying to swallow two mouthfuls of chicken in his mouth, but unfortunately got stuck, and Goyle beside him Hastily dragged a glass of pumpkin juice from the other side and handed it to Crabbe who was rolling his eyes, and nodded, expressing his agreement with Crabbe.

Draco glared at the two of them, pulled out his wand and continued pointing at the feather, muttering some spells over and over in his mouth.

"Draco, we all know you've learned a lot of spells, but it just needs a little flaming or cleaning up," Pansy rolled her eyes indecently, and took the dinner plate away from Draco. Go, said: "Please, you are already 13 years old, don't be as naive as a child in the first and second grades, okay?"

"Am I immature?" Draco asked angrily.

"Well, you've grown up, at least you in third grade have got rid of that habit of puffing up when you get angry," Pansy stretched out a finger to poke Draco's face, and didn't mind being slapped away , shrugged, "But you should be more gentlemanly, and Blaise is much better than you at this point."

Draco followed Pansy's line of sight, and the honorable Blaise Gentleman Zabini was handing a handkerchief to a Slytherin girl on the opposite side, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his tone of voice Incomparably gentle, the plain-looking girl blushed and gave Blaise a wink, and of course the latter accepted it unceremoniously.

Sensing the eyes of the two friends, Blaise turned his head with a smile, cleared his throat, and pretended to be serious: "Do you need to learn how to please beauties, Draco?"

Draco snorted disdainfully, took an apple from the fruit bowl and put it in his schoolbag.

Pansy leaned over from one side, leaned on Draco's shoulder, and asked in her sweet, delicate voice, "Draco doesn't need your teaching, does he—"

"Boring." Draco tore the boneless Pansy off his shoulders, greeted Goyle and Crabbe, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the stairs, and even found time to throw a small A curse that turned Ron Weasley's red hair, which he had always disliked, the color of dust.

Ron roared and was about to rush over, but the figure in the silver-green tie had disappeared at the stairs, "Teach him a lesson next time, Ron." Harry pulled Ron back, his face was still a little pale, Talking is also weak.

"Are you okay, Harry." The brown-haired Hermione asked her friend with concern.

"What is he going to do?" Blaise looked at the two big guys, Gore and Cocraab, packing their schoolbags and following them in a hurry, and asked in confusion, "Isn't there no class today?"

Pansy also packed up her belongings, Daphne was urging her constantly, obviously she had been waiting for a while, "Needless to say, I must have gone to the Potions classroom, Draco is helping Professor Snape recently Improved Tranquilizer..."

"I don't know—" Blaise spread his hands, and Pansy and Daphne were already arm in arm to the direction of the greenhouse, waving their hands without looking back.

Hufflepuff's long table is on the other side of the hall, and beside them is a quiet Ravenclaw, but there are always some students who will accidentally throw food all over the place. Ivan just got his letter, and he glanced at a piece of paper from the corner of his eye. The chocolate pudding flew towards him, thinking about the new robe he had put on again, he turned sideways decisively, the pudding flew past Ivan's blond hair, he simply bent down and buried himself under the table in the same posture, and opened the letter After a cursory look, it was his brother's letter, one letter per week, and found that it was nothing serious. Ai Wen stuffed the letter back into the envelope, told his roommate, and hurried to the Potions classroom with his schoolbag.

There was no Potions class this morning, the cellar was empty, and there was no trace of popularity. Aiwen slowed down as soon as he reached the second basement floor. The entire second basement floor is Slytherin territory. There were only a few hurried silver-green figures.

Aiwen carefully pushed open the door of the cellar. He came to make potions, but not for practice, but to sell the prepared potions to the pharmacy to make money. It was just some simple potions. Send the ingredients and potion list to Aiwen on weekends. The potion brewing process is very simple, but few people have the patience to cook it slowly. Not only is time and energy wasted, minus the cost of materials, one bottle only earns ten na special.

Aiwen, who is in the second grade, has already learned how to make a lot of simple potions, and set up three crucibles skillfully. Today he is going to make the simplest scabies potion. He learned this in the first class of the first grade. As a Hedge Patch, being able to get an O grade in the hands of the strict Professor Snape, is enough to show Ivan's potion level.

Weighing the snake's fangs on the brass balance in the cellar, Ivan looked around while crushing them. It wasn't because he was too curious, but he usually came to the cellar to attend classes, and the noisy students were all students. There will also be a horrible Potions Professor, and everyone will be as afraid to look up as little quails.

Aiwen found that there was another student who was boiling potion in the corner. The white gas from the cauldron blurred his vision. He could only vaguely see that it was a slender Slytherin boy, who skillfully threw everything into the cauldron. Things, Ai Wen secretly admired that person's technique, and then thought about the gap between the two in his heart, which was almost as big as mountains and stones...the stones that pave the road.

It’s easy to get distracted when you think about it in your heart, and it’s easy to make mistakes when you’re distracted. Aiwen was peeping while making potions, and accidentally knocked over the stone mortar used for grinding. The very fine powder choked and accidentally sneezed.

In fact, the sneezing sound was not loud, but it was very obvious in the empty classroom. Aiwen covered his mouth and nose, and suddenly realized that he had just stared at the fascinated Slytherin student with an unfriendly look. The cauldron in front of him Gulu gulu overflowed, and the white smoke floating above had turned black.

It's over, it's Malfoy... Ivan swallowed, and he took a step back when he saw the boy clearly. He remembered that platinum-blond hair clearly even though he had rarely seen it.

Aiwen felt like a prey being stared at by a snake. He simulated more than a dozen ways to escape from the door in his mind, but his legs were completely out of control.

"That... yes, I'm sorry!" Ai Wen thought for a while, but still rubbed over step by step, lowered his head and stared at his toes, and apologized in a low voice. Anyway, he was the one who disturbed others to boil the potion, and he was watching It's very cumbersome to go up, how to say, you can't run away, even if it's Slytherin, and Malfoy, who is the most difficult to mess with in Slytherin, at most he can beat him to vent his anger... right, Ivan is not sure Looking at Slytherin dressed in a black robe, his short platinum-blond hair was neatly combed together, his pair of gray eyes couldn't see any emotions, and his deep silhouette was much more handsome than anyone Ivan had ever seen. Many seniors are obsessed with him, and Aiwen continued to look down—raised his hand!He is really angry!

Ivan closed his eyes tightly, embracing the coming storm, and prepared to go back and tell his friends, don't mess with Malfoy casually, he is really fierce!

Draco was actually not as angry as Ivan imagined—he was even more angry than he imagined. He was so angry that he was not such a good-tempered person. When it was successful, it was ruined by a child's sneeze, although there was also his carelessness in it-after a busy morning, the potion was finally almost successful, and when adding the last case of powder, Draco took it leisurely A test tube was slowly poured into the crucible, but Ivan sneezed, and with a shake of his hand, all the powder in the test tube was poured into it. Draco, who was about to enjoy the results, watched helplessly as his potion went from transparent to almost successful. The color is instantly transformed into a pot of mud and an unknown object.

Obviously, an irreversible failure.

Looking back, it was indeed due to my own carelessness, but—but how could Malfoy make a mistake!It was stupid Hufflepuff who was at fault for letting that stupid stare at him.

So he really wanted to teach Ivan a lesson. If he dared to run away, he didn't expect that little idiot to come over to apologize and look at him with that pitiful look. The anger in Draco's heart suddenly disappeared. After extinguishing most of it, I raised my hand to see the fright in the child's eyes, and then I shrank my neck and closed my eyes, looking as if I was going to die.

Draco took out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket and threw it to Ivan. Ivan's nose was still red from sneezing, and his delicate little face was covered with white powder, which looked extremely funny.Draco vaguely remembered that there was such a student in the school, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, there were only a few hundred little wizards in England.

"Wipe your face, and pack these." Draco left with his schoolbag after finishing speaking, regardless of Ivan's curious gaze behind him. As a Malfoy, he is very used to people's various behaviors. What's more, it was just a curious, surprised, and non-malicious look, so he walked out of the classroom with an even more arrogant aura, and even rolled his robe a few times in a very small and very imposing manner .

Ai Wen raised his hand to catch the handkerchief thrown on his face. It still had a faint fragrance of roses on it, which was very similar to the smell on Draco's body that he smelled just now. After receiving the robe in the pocket and planning to return it to Malfoy another day, and thinking about the cool fingers that accidentally touched his face just now, Aiwen smirked a few times, and decided not to tell anyone about it.

The author has something to say:

The original idea was a short story, um, about the end of three or four chapters, but I found that I still have a lot of stalks I want to write, what #生子猫##吃羊猫#

After all, Cinderella needs to go through some hardships if she wants to be with the prince.

But little Aiwen is really "Cinderella", he has a background, don't worry, this is an ordinary pure poor child who wronged Xiaolong——