The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

This year's admission dinner was destined to be different, and two things caused an uproar.

The first was that the Potions Professor had become Professor Horace Slughorn, a Slytherin from many years ago.And Professor Snape finally got his coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

And the second thing is to announce that Hermione and Draco will become the presidents of the student union in advance.

After Professor Dumbledore finished announcing the matter, he thoughtfully set aside time for the students to discuss.

"It turns out that what Professor Dumbledore took you to do was to persuade this Professor Slughorn," Ron said, "but Dumbledore is really out of his mind, he let Hermione and Malfoy Between being in the same room for the next two years and having Snape teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, I can't tell which is more out of his mind."

The Gryffindors burst into laughter after hearing Ron's words.

There were also comments from other colleges, and they would look at Hermione and Draco from time to time.

"Okay children, I have heard the warm bed calling to you in your dormitory, but before you fall asleep, I hope you can listen to a few words from me, an old man." Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the candlelight shone In his eyes, let the old man's gaze be extraordinarily warm and kind.

"We need to know that Voldemort has returned. This is the truth that we have paid the price of our lives to prove." Dumbledore looked at Hufflepuff, then at Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and finally He turned his attention to Slytherin.

"Just like the song the Sorting Hat sang this year, we have actually reached the most critical moment. Whether it is light or darkness, the decision is in everyone's hands. Hogwarts is the home of everyone here, including faculty and students. Since You choose to go back to Hogwarts, so when we face the fear outside, I hope we can unite to protect our home and family, and the most important thing is trust, and trust is the basis of unity and cooperation Basic. As an old man, I don’t ask you to have a drink and talk. I just hope that you don’t throw curses at each other in the corridor. I believe that our student union president can take responsibility in this regard, and don’t be soft when it’s time to deduct points. ’ Dumbledore winked at Hermione and Draco.

(Ron whispered: "Do you remember Malfoy under the leadership of Umbridge last year? I can guarantee that the Gryffindor gem will disappear soon after he has the right to deduct points."

Hermione gritted her teeth, "Ron, even the president of the student union can't deduct points at will, besides, I'm also the president of the student union. I will definitely make up for any points that Slytherin deducted from Gryffindor for no reason.")

"Well children, I'm sure you can't wait to hug your warm beds, good night everyone," said Dumbledore, and the candles in the Great Hall dimmed.

Unlike the prefects, the president of the student union also takes on the task of patrolling after all the students have returned to the lounge.

In the empty hallway.

"Malfoy, why did you deduct points from Gryffindor just now? Just because Ron's tie was loose?" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley's loose tie is partly because of it, and partly because I'm annoyed to see him." Draco said, nodding to the portraits around the corridor.

"Malfoy, if you use your power for personal gain like this, I'll tell Headmaster Dumbledore." Hermione said sternly, and then whispered, "I thought you wouldn't do this."

Draco laughed, "Miss Granger is so naive and cute sometimes, what gave you the illusion that I can deduct points for a loose tie? Have you been brainwashed by Umbridge? I'm just I did an experiment to scare Weasley, so that he can have a long memory, don't always make trouble for me. I have to remind you," Draco paused, "he seemed to have forgotten that he was a prefect and needed It's about leading the carrot heads of the first grade back to the lounge."

Hermione blushed. After all, at the end of the dinner, Ron really only focused on telling her and punching Malfoy. It was Ginny who stood next to him and reminded Ron, and Ron remembered that he was still a prefect. "Malfoy, please watch your words and deeds, you can't call a freshman Carrothead, you are a prefect after all." Hermione thought, "And I'm not naive and cute!"

Bickering like this, the two unknowingly returned to the student council chair lounge next to the knight statue, and stopped in front of the door.

The knight statue on the seventh floor is a bit different from the knight statues elsewhere in the castle. Most of the other knight statues are upright, but this one seems to be walking.His right hand is half clenched, as if he is holding something, his head is slightly raised to the upper right, and there is a smile on his eyebrows and lips.

"This knight statue..." Hermione leaned closer. She never knew Hogwarts had laughing knights before. "Is there something wrong with his armor?"

When Draco heard the words, he also moved closer, and Hermione smelled the cold fragrance that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

"Hmm..." Draco reached out to caress the statue, "I really haven't paid much attention to this statue," he knocked up and down, and lifted a piece of armor.

"It's a breastplate!" Hermione sighed, and saw that the uncovered part of the armor was blocked by a metal mirror, and there was a delicate little handle on it. "Huh?" Hermione pulled the handle away. "Is this empty?"

Draco reached in before Hermione, "I'll do it."

When Draco stretched out his hand, he dragged a silver photo frame on his hand. The photo frame was very old and the silver had already turned black. There was only a piece of green grass on the photo, swaying slightly with the wind.

"Put this photo frame back. You also know that every statue in Hogwarts Castle has its own story." Hermione took the photo frame and put it back in the hollow space of the statue. It should be the heart, and the heart of this statue is a photo frame, it must be something more important than a heart attack in the statue's eyes." Hermione thought to herself.

Draco watched Hermione carefully put the photo frame back behind the breastplate, and carefully restored the statue to its original state, his expression could not help becoming gentle, "This Granger..."

Hermione put the photo frame back and looked back, and caught a touch of tenderness before she could turn her head. With a twitch in her heart, she thought of the boy who was born at the Christmas ball that year.

At this point Draco had turned his head and opened the door.

"Granger, I'm going to bed, you can continue to stare at the statue here."

"I'm going to bed too!" Hermione strode forward and arched Draco away with her shoulders into the lounge, missing Draco's rare, non-sarcastically raised lips.

The chairman's lounge, like the other lounges, has a burning fireplace and soft sofas with clean thick blankets and carpets on the floor.Unlike other lounges where the main color is the color of their respective colleges, the main color of the chairman's lounge is black, but it is not ordinary black. If you have to use one word to describe it, it should be "colorful black". .Above the fireplace is the Hogwarts badge with the words "Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon".In the middle is the public resting area, where sofas and tables are arranged in an orderly manner. With the center as the line, each has a set of furniture. Although it is not clear, it can be seen that they belong to two people.On both sides are the stairs that lead to the bedrooms, the left belongs to the male student council president, and the right belongs to the female student council president.

"Merlin's beard," Draco said, sitting on the sofa, "is there something wrong with Dumbledore's aesthetics, does he really think it looks good on the sofa?" He picked up the red and gold blanket on the sofa, Looking at the silver and green blanket on the red-gold sofa opposite, he looked disgusted, "I knew I couldn't trust this old man too much."

Yes, that's right, I don't know if the house elves are placed wrongly or it is designed like this on purpose. The sofa for two people is the color of the college they belong to, but the cushions and blankets on it are the color of another college.

"It's Professor, Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione picked up the silver and green blanket and curled her lips, "Maybe the elf is wrongly placed, just change it." She picked up the one on the table again Little snacks, "I didn't expect that there are snacks in the chairman's lounge. How much work will the elves have to do."

Draco sneered, "Haven't you given up on your 'vomit' yet? For elves, serving wizard families is what they are after. Have you consulted them about this?" Draco took He took a biscuit and put it in his mouth, "You liberated the elf, how do you compensate the wizarding families who lost the elf's service?"

"But... Dobby..."

"Dobby? Oh, I don't know why there is such an elf in our family, or I don't know how there is such an elf in the wizarding world. You know that house elves have very high magic power, and there is no wizard family. Once the elves abuse their magic power, no one knows what the consequences will be, maybe Potter was killed by a Bludger in the second grade." Draco smiled, but it was full of sarcasm , "The house elves were created to serve the wizarding family, and they themselves recognized this identity. Dobby looked so 'poor' at the time because he was restless and did not complete the tasks assigned to him by his master. Things, our family is not rare."

Hermione frowned.

"Oh, of course, you mud... oh no, you Muggle-born wizards can't understand that. Because you even have to fold your own clothes."

"Malfoy! You!"

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm sleepy." Draco stood up and stretched, and walked up the stairs without looking back, "Oh, right," Malfoy stood at the corner and turned his head, "It is said that you Gryffindors have never enjoyed the right to a bedroom, right? Sure enough, Slytherin's elite selection mode is more suitable for me, otherwise I can't imagine that even if the bed is small, I still have to listen to the trash's teeth grinding and snoring." A life of snoring and falling asleep." Draco laughed, drawing out his voice, "Sweet dream, nutria."

Hermione drew out her wand angrily and wanted to cast a curse on that proud and arrogant smelly white glaze, "Why does he always prove to me that it's just my illusion every time I think he's better!"