young man returning home

Chapter 27 Dust

Draco stood alone in the sunset with his broom on his shoulders.He suddenly felt that he had done something stupid, contrary to his own intentions, leaving aside his Slytherin companions, and went to the Quidditch field to practice alone, just to... meet nutria?

The Slytherins must be laughing like crazy.

Draco paced back and forth under the shade of the tree, thinking left and right.Uh...of course he didn't just want to meet the nutria...in fact...finding a chance to strike up a conversation with the nutria is his ultimate goal...

Draco scratched his head, and the damn Blaise's voice suddenly circled back and forth in his ears: "Aha, Draco, isn't it easy to strike up a conversation with Granger? Laughing at her big teeth, pulling her dick Messy hair,... aren't these things you are good at? Oh, by the way, 'Mudblood', call her 'Mudblood' in public, don't you want to see Potter and Weasley hopping? Trust me, find Gryffindor's stubble is easier than Goyle and Crabbe finding ice mango chocolate..."

"Damn it!" Draco cursed softly, as if those words were really spoken by his partner Zambini himself, although...maybe... Blaise would indeed pour cold water on him like this if he was standing in front of him at this moment.

Granger the pigeons!

Draco thumped the broom twice, getting angrier the more he thought about it.The soft and soft soil, with the green grass that is just emerging, looks like a piece of green soft felt from a distance.As a result... a momentary mistake, Draco punched out two big holes, splashing dust and mud.

Granger is not here.There was a sense of loss in his heart for no reason.Draco regained his composure, and suddenly felt amused, since Hermione didn't attend his appointment, what position did he have to be angry?

Thinking of this made me feel better.ha!Granger without perseverance!It seemed that it was just a whim to practice flying desperately on the training ground that day.Bulgaria's Seeker, but she can only "on a whim"!The corners of Draco's mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

He also became interested, the feeling of standing on the training ground reminded him of his favorite Quidditch.The children of pure-blood families in the wizarding world have been exposed to Quidditch since childhood. The Quidditch World Cup is almost the most watched event every year.In his childhood, he ate chocolate frogs, held Lucius' hand, and the family happily appeared at the Quidditch World Cup together.As the biggest sponsors of the event, they can always sit in the best boxes and get tickets for the best viewing positions.

When he was first carried on the flying broom, he was a speechless baby.Children who grew up in the wizarding world are no strangers to this oldest means of transportation for wizards, and seem to have the natural ability to control a broom, responding to every call.

He couldn't help thinking of Hermione in the early days of Hogwarts, they took flying lessons together, and the little girl's clumsy skills made the saboteur Slytherin laugh every time he thought of it.The broomstick didn't listen to Hermione at all.What fun it was to knock Gryffindor off the broom again and again!

"That must have hurt." Draco winced and gasped, only then did he begin to feel sorry for Hermione.Draco chuckled, regretting his belated sympathy, but Slytherins had never fallen off a broom before.

He is in a good mood.Thinking that Hermione's feelings for Krum were nothing more than that, it didn't make Nutria give up the time to read books and practice Quidditch again and again.He was so happy that he just wanted to hum a song. "Hehe!" The broom soared into the sky, and the little boy rushed out like lightning!

After lingering for a long time, he sat on the flying broom, rolling and doing difficult movements continuously.The wind rustled and rushed past his ears, and he whistled happily, almost rushing into the clouds.

Don't go back so early!Let's fly alone for a while!Throw the secret of heartbeat for nutria into the clouds!Let the Slytherins lose one of three!

what!

The wind kiss whizzed past his ears, and there was a soft sobbing sound in the soft greeting, Draco straightened up and turned back.

He pressed the castle building and passed by, the sound of the quiet ancient clock still echoed in the tall bell tower, he stabilized his mind, listened carefully, and stopped there for a while.

The little witch of Gryffindor sat on the raised eaves, rolling up her sleeves and wiping her tears.The tail of her broom was almost deformed, and the thread that fell off was blown to pieces by the wind. The broom was hanging on the chimney beside it, precariously.

"Ha, it's horrible! Is this the first broom you've ruined? Don't you know that flying without talent is meaningless? Granger, save your energy! You're not flying, ridiculous aerial juggling!"

He has always maintained his sharpness, but as soon as he said it, he regretted it.Draco didn't want to do that, anger Granger?Does it make her hate herself even more?No, he just wanted to talk to her calmly for a while after meeting her in the sky.Come on, biting sarcasm becomes a habit, and the nutria will never feel his kindness!Draco regretted it.

Hermione was taken aback, and raised her head hastily. What she saw was a face that deserved a beating, and Draco was looking at her maliciously with his hair tousled by the wind.

"Go away, Slytherin!" she muttered, less forcefully than she used to.Damn Slytherin!Hermione really wanted to swallow her tears back, but let Parseltongue see such an embarrassing scene for her!

"Hey! Hey! How dare you talk to me like that in the air—the air where you have no power to fight back! Hermione, there are no witnesses to kicking you down!" He tried to be friendly, but the words Exit, he is extremely regretful again!Every word of Slytherin is filled with natural hostility!

"Here! Thank you! You didn't call me a Mudblood! Mr. Malfoy, what an honor!"

Hermione glanced up at him, but said nothing.She just wiped away her tears silently by herself, trying to stand up with some difficulty and clean up the mess.

Draco was on the broom with one leg out, stepping on the stone tiles of the roof, which would give him better balance.He stretched out his hand to Hermione suddenly: "If you don't want to fall——I will reluctantly give you a lift."

Hermione stared at Draco in disbelief: "As long as Slytherin doesn't fall into trouble, what a commendable act!"

"Tsk tsk, I'm not afraid that Salazar will come to you!" Draco raised his hand very "friendly" and "patiently", and decided to save Hermione after Hermione's "bad words".

The doubts in Hermione's eyes deepened. She raised her eyelashes and asked, "Slytherin has other plans?"

Draco was taken aback!There is a kind of embarrassment of being seen through his mind, and he has a guilty conscience-of course, of course, he has other plans!

Hermione would never know.

"That old broom can still be used after being pricked twice, don't you buy a new one? Granger, it seems that you still have a while to leave the elementary course!" Draco laughed.

"...I don't know how to prick!"

"Reluctantly... let me do it."

The author has something to say: here is an update!Sorry for the poor updates recently!If the personality explodes tonight, there will be another one. .Thank you Mr. Jipo for your message, I have seen it, but I can’t reply every time, Jin Jiang’s draw is really horrible!If you are free tomorrow, write all the replies in "The author has something to say". ^_^Thanks for your support!