[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 92 Injured

Draco put Winnie on the chair, straightened his body, fixed his eyes on the girl in front of him, and forced himself not to think about the picture of this little idiot hugging Scarhead just now, but he couldn't damn it, that The picture is like brown sugar, no matter how you can't get it out of your mind.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists hard, trying to calm down his emotions.

"What's wrong with you?" Winnie didn't understand Draco's series of actions at all.

However, it was fine if Winnie didn't speak, but once she spoke, Draco's anger, which had been suppressed with great difficulty just now, rose again.

"You hugged Potter just now, how dare you!" Draco gritted his teeth and said, besides anger, there was also a strong sourness in his heart, which made him unable to control his emotions well.

"I didn't." Winnie tried to explain, "Harry suddenly..."

It's just that when he heard the word Harry, the string called rationality in Draco's brain broke with a "click", and before Winnie finished speaking, he roared: "Shut up!"

"Don't let me hear you call that Scarhead's Christian name again." Draco lowered his voice, staring at Winnie who was stupefied with his dark gray eyes.

"Why?" Winnie didn't understand why Draco cared so much, let alone what he was angry with. "If it's because of Harry Potter, then you should be angry with him, not me."

"Do you really don't understand, or have you never listened to my words at all?" Draco sneered, what kind of boiling a frog in warm water, what kind of love for a long time, fuck it, treating the idiot in front of him is simply rude He can't use normal people's means, and he can't be soft-handed. He should do everything he can to hold it tightly in his hands.

"If you remember that night, you should know what I said." Draco approached Winnie step by step, he bent down, put his hands on his sides, put his face in front of her, and said word by word , the tone is inexplicably chilling.

Winnie froze for a moment, then remembered what Draco was referring to, she opened her lips slightly, wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, if Draco didn't mention it, she would almost forget it.

"Looking at your expression, it's obvious that you understand what I'm talking about." Although there is no expression on that pretty little face, but the slightly stiff body and the expression of silence, Germany Laco already had the answer.

"Then tell me your answer." The scorching heat in Draco's deep eyes made people have the urge to escape from here.

Winnie pursed her lips. At this time, the slack magic had expired, and her strength had recovered, but she didn't move. Looking at those gray eyes, she said, "I'm sorry."

Obviously, he was planning to be rejected, but when he heard it with his own ears, Draco still felt a little uncomfortable and ashamed in his heart. He took a deep breath, forced to suppress the discomfort in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me a reason."

"That's just your dopamine, not real liking."

Draco was startled, then frowned slightly: "What dopamine is causing trouble?"

"It's a hormone that your brain makes, you're just being affected by it now, and once the dopamine goes away, you realize it's just a spur of the moment."

Draco: "…"

Who can tell him what the little fool is talking about?

Draco decided to put aside what he had just heard, not to dwell on those nonsense, and use another method to guide Winnie: "Do you hate me?"

Winnie shook her head without thinking, "I don't hate it."

Draco asked again, his voice low: "Then do you like me?"

Winnie was startled suddenly, her mind was blank, and her heart was very confused. She subconsciously wanted to say no, but she couldn't say it when she got to her mouth. She didn't hate Draco, but did she like it? ,

"I don't know." Winnie was not evading, but really didn't know.

Although the answer was not what Draco wanted, at least what he heard was not disgusting, so he concealed the disappointment in his heart, raised his eyebrows and said: "If I can prove that you like me, can you agree to be my girlfriend?"

Winnie thought that if she really liked it as Draco said, then logically she should agree, but on the other hand she felt weird, as if something was wrong.

"I'm assuming that's your default expression." Draco straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest.

Winnie looked at Draco silently, her mind was in a mess, she didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand, it was never written in the book.

"I don't have to pursue what happened just now, but I can't let the same thing happen again." Draco gritted his teeth and said, for the sake of the girl in front of him, he chose to give in again, "The next time you encounter the same thing, you directly Throw a curse."

"If I die, I'll round things up."

Winnie: "..."

January passed unknowingly, and it was already February in the blink of an eye. The weather did not gradually warm up with the passage of time, and it was still the same cold.

During this month, both Winnie and Betty insisted on going to Professor Lupin to learn the spirit protection, but now the special professor class has changed from a large group of people to a few people, and many people have chosen to give up.

In addition to continuing to practice summoning guards, Draco also asked Winnie to spend an hour with him every day after class, in order for him to prove whether Winnie liked her relationship.

It's just that Winnie doubts the effectiveness of this method, because she can't feel anything, but has multiple people to accompany her to do homework and review.

After Betty found out about this, she was so surprised that her jaw would drop, she kept saying that Draco really liked her, and finally told her in a deep voice that Draco is not a good boyfriend. Like, let her think it through and don't be fooled.

After class, Winnie walked towards the place agreed with Draco as usual, but when she was going up the stairs, a strange girl's voice suddenly came from behind her: "The Curse of Soft Legs!"

Unprepared, Winnie was hit at once and fell down the stairs. She felt a burning pain in her knee. Enduring the pain, she suddenly pulled out her wand, "The spell stops immediately."

She quickly got up from the ground, put the wand in front of her, and carefully approached the place where the spell was shot, but when she got to that location, she found no one, and it seemed that the person who attacked her had already left.

Winnie frowned slightly, wondering who would attack her, did she seek her out on purpose or mistook her for someone else?

When Winnie arrived at the appointed place with Draco, she was already 10 minutes late. She waved a spell in front of the stone wall, watched the stone wall create a door, and walked in.

"You're late." Draco sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his hand, and looked at Winnie lazily until he accidentally caught sight of the bloody knee. One change, "Are you hurt?"

Winnie lowered her head and took a look. She had already wiped the blood with a handkerchief when she first arrived, but she didn't expect it to still bleed now.

"You idiot, won't you go to Madam Pomferney to treat the wound first?" Draco stood up from the sofa angrily, and pulled Winnie to the sofa with a seemingly rough but very gentle force.

Draco put Winnie's legs on his own, took out the dark green handkerchief from his body, and carefully wiped the wound. Seeing that Winnie didn't even utter a word of pain during the process, he wrinkled slightly. Frowning, "Who did it?"

"I don't know, I was going up the stairs at that time, I didn't pay attention, and when I got to the place where the spell was shot, the person was gone." Winnie looked at Draco who was helping her to treat the wound, and suddenly felt a surge in her heart. An indescribable strange feeling.

"What spell?" Draco frowned slightly, his lips pursed tightly, suppressing his anger.

"The Curse of Weak Legs." Winnie said, in fact, this is not a curse, it's just an ordinary spell that temporarily weakens the legs, but she was injured because she was on the stairs at the time.

After wiping off all the blood, Draco pointed his wand at Winnie's injured knee, thinking about what to do after he caught the prisoner.

"Is this a healing spell?" Winnie watched as Draco's wand released a faint white light, surrounding her knees, and soon bursts of warmth came from her knees.

"An ordinary healing spell can only treat the wound briefly and stop the bleeding, but it does not mean that the wound can be completely healed." Draco put down the wand. Although the wound on his knee was still there, it was worse than the original wound. So much, he looked up and found that Winnie was looking at him almost in a daze, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "Your expression now, I have to assume that this is a sign that you have fallen in love with me."

Winnie stared blankly at Draco, and then responded to what the other party said, and said without changing her face: "No."

"Your such indifferent attitude hurts me a bit." Draco suddenly moved closer to Winnie, and said wickedly, "How do you make it up to me?"

The posture of the two of them at this time was a bit warm. Draco's movements caused Winnie's legs that were originally on him to be squeezed apart on both sides of his waist. He put his hands on the sides of Winnie's head, looking down at him. under the girl.

It's not that Draco has never seen a girl who is more beautiful than Winnie, but for some reason, the girl in front of him only needs a slight expression to completely grab his attention, so that he can't avoid it, and just wants to be more near.

Just like now, it's just that this distance alone has made him uncontrollably excited. At the stage of youth, he is very eager for physical contact, but the object is limited to the girl in front of him.

However, he can only watch, not eat.

Because the other party is only a second grader!

Merlin's smelly socks!

The author has something to say: I'm so sleepy I don't know what I'm coding QAQ

My head hurts, maybe I'm going to be sick!

Well, I think I must be suffering from a type of headache! (serious face)