[HP]Helen Pan

"Okay! If I understand correctly. You mean, your so-called 'theoretical knowledge' is just a glance in the content column of the advanced magic book!?" I opened my eyes and stared at the slightly guilty person in front of me. platinum blond haired teenager.He shrank his head a little guilty, but soon stared at me stubbornly, just as if I was the one who lied.

"Why are you so loud?!" Draco stood up and yelled back without showing any weakness. He was taller than me, and easily overwhelmed me in momentum.

After silently glancing at him, I shook my head in frustration, picked up the brick book that Lester had just left behind, and walked slowly to the sofa covered with a thick cashmere blanket in the corner of the office Up and down.

Lester really enjoyed it, and he turned a closed basement into a luxurious living room.I looked up at the ceiling lamp decorated with extremely exquisite and gorgeous purple fairy stone on the roof, and thought without any doubt that if the room was high enough, Lester might hang a crystal in the position of the ceiling lamp lamp.

Deliberately ignoring the guy who was staring at me with big eyes, I kicked the boots on the ground casually, then sat on the sofa with my legs crossed and curled myself into a corner of the sofa as much as possible, and then waved The magic wand made the cup of steaming cocoa milk on the table fly to my hand.

Xiao Xiao took a sip of the hot cocoa, I let out a sigh of satisfaction, and opened the book in my hand to pass the time.He sneaked a glance at Draco from the corner of his eye. He was sitting there sullenly, maybe because he was bored. After a while, he stood up, looked left and right, and took a look at the furnishings in Lester's room. After several times, he finally sat back on the rattan chair in front of the desk.

"I said... why do you like to take off your shoes so much? Do you know that this kind of behavior is very uneducated and vulgar?" He walked to the sofa as if he couldn't sit still, and kicked my shoes together with his legs put it in front of me.Then, he sat down on the other corner of the sofa and squinted at me.Draco looked at me for a while, and said in a teasing tone, "You just pretend to be a lady occasionally."

"Of course." I nodded. I never considered myself a lady. "A lady's behavior is to show her self-cultivation and respect for others in front of people, rather than to restrain herself dogmatically." I said it seriously, but Draco's expression did not agree.

"Why that look?" I looked up from the book, glanced at Draco, and said, "It's so comfortable to sit in, I always look like that at home! Mom and Dad never said anything about me, This can only be said to be the faultfinding of noble families. Is the sitting posture so important? Or, if a person does not have that pretentious posture, he will be humbled? Human beings are born free, so it’s okay to put so many rules on yourself do what?"

"Cut..." Draco expressed his contempt for my words with the behavior of blowing out his nose.He sat down on the sofa in a very polite manner, and then waved his wand to make the drink on the desk fly.I took a sneak peek at him when he wasn't paying attention, the platinum blonde hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair hanging on the forehead looked very childish.

"I wish there was something to eat. I'm hungry." Draco muttered softly, drinking the cocoa milk.After listening to what he said, I subconsciously rubbed my stomach, and I was so hungry after tossing around for most of the night.

After silently glancing at him, I put down the book in my hand and stepped on the cold stone floor with bare feet.To cool off the cold, I trot to Lester's desk almost as fast as I could in my life, opened a drawer on the desk to find a box of cookies and a box of chocolates, and then quickly jumped onto the sofa.

"Let's eat." I put the chocolate on the sofa, and at the same time opened the box of cookies, and ate it by myself.Draco was not polite at all, grabbed the biscuits and ate them without saying thank you.

"What brand is this? Why does it taste so strange?" Draco held a bitten cookie with a strange look on his face.He chewed slowly, as if he was carefully feeling the taste of the biscuit.

Seeing his frowning, I slowed down my chewing and asked uncertainly, "Is it hard to eat?" I looked at the box in my hand, and the box of biscuits hadn't expired yet.

"No, it's a very special taste." Draco swallowed what was in his mouth, took another sip of the drink, and said, "Not bad. Is it Honeydukes' new product?" As he said, he reached out to take it again.

"No. It's made in a small handicraft workshop in my hometown." I happily interfaced.

"What?!" Draco looked like he had swallowed a cockroach.He silently put down the biscuit he was pinching, and said tentatively, "You mean it's made by Muggles?"

"That's it." I nodded, and then I bit the biscuit in my hand, "Then you don't need it, right?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him politely, and put away my hands silently. in the cookies.

Moments later, hunger overcame sanity.

Draco reached over and took another biscuit, then raised his eyebrows and said, "This food tastes good. By the way, how do you know where there is a dessert?" He said casually.

I took a sip of cocoa milk with some guilt, and then coughed unnaturally twice before saying, "I guessed, I speculate that the professor should put the food within easy reach." Draco listened After getting the answer, he glanced at it meaningfully but didn't say anything else.

In fact, ever since he corrected homework for Lester, he seems to have found a long-term worker who does not need money. Every time he accepts the homework, he will ask me to correct it. In fact, I put it here secretly. You know that Lester's office is cold and quiet and there is no food. It is really uncomfortable to stay here alone.

But I don't want Draco to know that, I don't want him to know where the four P's on my History of Magic worksheet came from...

After snacks, Draco and I had nothing to do, so we decided to share the history book left by Lester.

"By the way! Is your shampoo scented with lavender?" Draco suddenly said this when I looked down at the book, and there was a very, very strange tone.

Strangely, I picked up a lock of hair and smelled it. After confirming that there was no strange smell, I nodded slowly.

He immediately chuckled disdainfully, "Oh~ it's really cheap."

Draco tilted his head to the side and giggled with great grace, and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if he was waiting to embarrass me.

"It's pretty cheap." I nodded frankly.

I have nothing to say to a young master who regards the □ secreted by a certain physiological organ of the African tree frog as a high-end product.

Of course, that kind of gonad fluid is indeed very expensive.More importantly, the quantity is very rare, and it is indeed a high-grade spice. Lester likes to use that thing to perfume clothes.

"Lavender helps sleep." I replied with a smile, and at the same time turned my eyes back to the book. Although I am not sure yet, I feel that I seem to have found the answer to one thing in this book.

"Hmm... it smells good." Draco's voice was very soft, as light as a feather fell on my ear.

My eyelashes trembled slightly suddenly, and then I turned my head to see his reaction. He moved his gaze elsewhere, his expression seemed unnatural.

"Draco."

"what?"

"You're blushing."

"shut up!"

That night, I flipped through the heavy history book, talked about these things with Draco beside me, and finally fell asleep in a daze.When I woke up, I found that I was back in the dormitory at the top of Gryffindor Tower.Hermione's bed was still empty, and Ginny was snoring softly on her side under the covers.Anthony was curled up next to my pillow. Seeing me wake up, he stuck out his tongue and licked my cheek before jumping off the bed deftly.

I stretched, and just as I was about to get out of bed, I found a small note protruding from the place where Anthony was pressing me down.

It was Lester.

He wrote a few simple words in beautiful cursive script.

Go to my office to report if there is no class in the future.

After reading this note, I suddenly felt that the beautiful morning was torn apart.

At this moment, Ginny snorted softly, and slowly sat up straight, with the confusion of just waking up and a white mark of saliva on her face.She turned her head and stared at my face for a moment, then slowly got up from the bed.I looked at the two thick bruises in front of her eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday when I followed her to the stairs.

"Ginny?" I asked tentatively.

"What?" She looked back at me with misty eyes.

"Can you tell me about your diary?" I carefully introduced the topic, "I think that diary looks very nice, did you buy it in Diagon Alley? I want to buy one too."

"No! No!" Ginny seemed to wake up for a moment, she screamed loudly, her eyes widened as if she saw something terrible, "That diary is nothing special, besides I'm going to throw it away today! Yes! I want to throw it away! Throw it away..." Ginny walked around the room with a nervous expression.

"No... I mean..." I jumped out of bed, walked quickly to Ginny, and said in as reassuring a tone as possible, "I mean the diary, which..."

"Can you stop talking about that diary!?" Ginny suddenly became frantic. She turned around and pushed me hard.

"I beg you...don't talk about that diary again..." Ginny's face became sad, and she sat down on the edge of the bed with her face in her hands, her voice sounded like she was going to cry the next moment.

"Okay, okay..." I lightly got up from the ground, sat down beside her, stretched out my arms and said in a low voice, "Let's not talk about that diary anymore, let's not talk about it. It's up to you to deal with it That stuff is fine."

Ginny's shoulders trembled like a helpless bird in a heavy rain.