[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 180 Four Confused

Winnie thought that Professor Snape would be back soon, but she didn't expect to wait, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

The chestnut hair is scattered on the back of the sofa, and the innocent sleeping face is white and flawless. The small head is leaning on the sofa obediently, with both hands hanging on the sides, and a golden head resting on the thigh.

Draco slowly opened his eyes wide, looking at the sleeping face in front of him, his gray eyes became clear from being confused, his slightly heavy head seemed to be much lighter, and his ears stopped puffing out smoke.

It seems that the refreshing potion has worked, they seem to have been in the potions room for nearly a few hours, and the godfather has not returned yet.

What happened?

Just as Draco fell into deep thought, Winnie suddenly moved. She moved in a daze, as if thinking of something, she forced her eyes open and happened to meet Draco's gaze. She was stunned, or still not awake, she touched Draco's forehead.

"The fever is gone." Winnie almost whispered, "Fortunately."

Draco stared straight at Winnie, gray eyes that showed unabashed emotion.

What to do, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer.

"Don't break up, we will never break up in this life." Draco reached out and touched Winnie's cheek tenderly, "Do you agree?"

"Huh?" Winnie made a sound in a daze.

"Okay?" Draco said softly.

"Okay." Winnie closed her eyes, dawdled for a while, not knowing what she should say, and let sleepiness envelope her again.

Draco hooked his lips, he raised his upper body, brought his lips closer, and placed a light kiss on the soft lips, as soft and gentle as if it was some kind of treasure.

Wait a little longer, then no one can stop him.

The night passed, and this was the most peaceful time Draco had slept in a while, so that even if he woke up, he was still greedy for this moment, hoping that the godfather would not come back so soon, and Winnie would not wake up so early.

However, Merlin didn't seem to hear his prayer, because the door of the potion room was opened, and Snape walked in with a tired face, took off his witch robe, hung it on the hanger, and sat on the desk where he corrected his homework. In the position, lean your head back.

Damn Dumbledore actually asked him to go to Nurmengard in Germany overnight to meet Grindelwald just to ask him a question.

Do you have offspring!

Damn old bee, sweets must have eaten his brains to make him act so stupid.

Thinking about Grindelwald's surprised expression at that time, he was even more sure that the damn old bee must have lost his mind. When he thought of what stupid thing he had done, he turned and left without staying too long. When he returned to the castle It was almost dawn, and after dealing with the old bee for a while, he returned to his room.

Looking at the unfinished homework on the table, his head hurt even more. He opened his eyes and planned to go to the cabinet to get a bottle of potion to restore his strength, but he didn't expect that the stock in the cabinet had been used up. Rubbing his forehead, he walked to the inner room.

But guess what he saw?

His godson rested his head on Einstein's body, and showed an obsessed expression as if he had been poisoned with a love potion!

Damn, they stayed here all night?

Snape came over with a gloomy face, folded his hands on his chest, and stared at them coldly.

"Godfather." Draco calmly got up from Winnie's lap, and then gently patted Winnie's shoulder, but Winnie just moved, turned her head to the other side, and continued to sleep.

"I'm assuming that the two of you should be in your [respective] dormitories at this point." Snape deliberately emphasized the word "respectively".

"Yes, after I drank the refreshing potion last night, Winnie stayed and took care of me. I wanted to wait for the godfather to come back, but we fell asleep while waiting." Draco said respectfully, without a trace panic.

Snape raised his eyebrows and tickled the corners of his slightly mocking mouth.

Maybe it was woken up by the voices of the two, or maybe it was aware of someone, Winnie slowly opened her eyes, looking at the situation in front of her in a daze.

"Snap...Professor?" Just woke up, her voice was soft, Winnie stared at Snape in a daze.

Hearing such a voice, Draco's heart felt like it was being brushed by a feather. Itching, he really wanted to hug the girl tightly, press him under him, and bully him well.

Snape glanced at Draco with a half-smile, and fell on Winnie in the next second, with a sarcasm: "It seems that little Einstein is not awake yet."

Winnie stared at Snape in a daze, her slightly confused water blue eyes gradually became clear with Snape's more terrifying expression, she turned to look at Draco beside him , finally realized that he and the other party stayed in the potion room all night.

"Sorry, Professor."

Winnie thought that Professor Snape might deduct points from them or put them in confinement, but he just let them leave with a cold snort.

After walking out of the potions room, Winnie looked at Draco with a calm tone: "Feel better?"

Draco looked at Winnie deeply: "Are you concerned about me?"

"Just a simple greeting." Winnie pursed her lips.

"is it?"

Winnie didn't answer, she looked away, turned around, and walked away.

Obviously, the atmosphere between the two last night was the same as before, but once they left the potion room, it returned to the cold and unfamiliar.

It sucks to feel like this.

Draco stared at Winnie's back, his gray eyes darkened, until the shadow completely disappeared, he turned around and walked in another direction.

Before breakfast, Winnie went to the medical room. As soon as Betty saw her, she hugged her fiercely and made a guilty voice: "Winnie, I'm sorry for you."

"What's the matter?" Winnie let Betty hug her obediently. Seeing that Betty's whole body had returned to her former vitality, it seemed that she had recovered from her illness.

"How long have you been in confinement last night, are you tired?" Betty opened the distance between the two and asked in one breath.

"It was over before eleven o'clock." Winnie straightened Betty's messy hair, and added, "I'm not tired."

"Really?" Betty was slightly suspicious.

Winnie nodded.

"Okay." Betty bit her lip and believed Winnie temporarily, but soon she thought again, "By the way, why did you come here so early?"

Winnie fell silent suddenly. With such an expression, Betty was very sure that something must have happened while she was in the medical room.

Seeing Betty's expression of hurrying to tell the truth and not hiding anything from me, Winnie slowly told me everything that happened last night.

"You and Malfoy stayed together all night!" Betty couldn't help but let out a voice of exclamation. The next second she realized that her voice was too loud, she quickly covered her mouth, and gave Winnie an apologetic look. eyes.

"He was running a fever and I thought Professor Snell would be back soon, so..."

"You've softened your heart." Before Winnie could finish speaking, Betty pointed it out sharply.

Winnie did not deny it, yes, she relented.

"Listen Winnie, you must not soften your heart, think about what he has done, and he is going to be engaged to Greengrass, you can't, and you can't." Betty was very serious, and she didn't want Winnie to be hurt again.

Winnie didn't speak, yes, Draco was about to get engaged to Greengrass, even if the engagement was forced.

But her heart just couldn't be controlled, she didn't want them to get engaged, she didn't want to.

Ever since she fell in love with Draco, she seemed to be caught in a contradiction she had never had before. She wanted and didn't want to, wanted to let go but didn't want to let go, completely lost her direction.

What should she do?

After leaving the medical room with Betty, they came to the auditorium to prepare for breakfast. On the way, Winnie received a letter from Brett.

Because after receiving Sherlock's letter, she sent it out several times, but Sherlock seemed to have lost the message and did not reply to her again, so she wrote to tell Brett that Sherlock seemed to have something wrong. Too right, I want Brett to find someone to look at him.

dear winnie

Sorry, I don't have time to send you a letter these days due to work.Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with Sherlock, he is safe, but he is now in the stage of a teenager turning into an adult, we give him some time, he will adjust.

your father

Bright

After reading it quickly, Winnie put the letter away. Although Brett said so, she always felt that something was wrong, and she even began to suspect that Brett was hiding something from her.

"Poor Harry Potter, he was completely targeted by Rita Skeeter. This is not the first time he has appeared on the page of the "Daily Prophet." Jacob put away the daily newspaper and put it aside, deeply Said with empathy.

"What did you say this time?" Justin asked curiously, he hadn't read it yet.

"Rita Skeeter spent several pages saying that Harry Potter was emotionally unstable and pretended to have a painful scar on his head to get attention." Jacob shrugged, "What the hell did he do, Get such [favor] from Rita Skeeter?"

"Jealousy?" Becky La said, "Maybe because I'm jealous that Potter has received the attention of the entire wizarding world since he was born, so I want to pour dirty water on him."

"That Porter is really pitiful." Betty took a sip of orange juice and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Winnie, do you think Rita Skeeter did it on purpose to influence Porter's performance?"

Winnie shook her head: "I think she focused on Harry because she had nothing to write, because these four words of Harry Potter are too topical."

"I think so too." Justin nodded in agreement.

The author has something to say: I just came home from dancing, finished typing, and now I want to eat~~~~