[HP] Kiss you in glory

"Good afternoon, students."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," said the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws in drawls, and Umbridge looked at them confidently, as if determined to do something.

"Put away your wand—"

The classmates looked at each other, and Dean said, "Professor, aren't we going to start the practical class?"

"Although you say so, your theoretical foundation is not well established, and you are not qualified to practice defensive spells." Umbridge said proudly, "Please turn to page 30 of No. 3 of "The Theory of Magic Defense" and read Chapter [-] -"

The knock on the door interrupted her, and Anne pushed the door meanderingly in, her tone calm, "Sorry, Professor Umbridge, I seem to be late."

Umbridge's face darkened visibly, but he still had a smile on his face.

"It's okay, Miss Potter." She said this, but her expression didn't look like it was okay. Annie owed her a little, and then said to the students: "As a teaching assistant for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, I hope to be able to There is one thing that is taught in this first class - and that is to be in awe of life."

"The Unforgivable Curse can easily take the life and soul of those we love, but not only the Killing Curse can do this, but other black magic can also rob life-for this, I have suffered a lot. Anne said softly, "I am lucky to be given a second chance."

She paused for a while, and the students were all waiting for her speech.

"Self-preservation is the first subject you will learn in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Anne turned her head slightly and whispered to Umbridge, "Professor Umbridge, you don't want the Ministry of Magic to be reduced to Death Eaters and the Dark Lord? Is it safe and risk-free? Would my dear Connelly be willing to be usurped as a Minister?"

The smile on Umbridge's face finally disappeared.

"The spells in the practical class must be reported to the Ministry of Magic." She said almost viciously, "Of course, Professor Umbridge." Anne said gently.

"If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, you have to practice them. If you don't know jinxes, you won't be able to break them. With your abilities, you can only learn from scratch." She said, "So the first class today, In groups of two, practice the resistance against the Obstacle Curse and the Iron Armor Curse."

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"It's hard to see Umbridge put down, is it?" said Ron cheerily. "We're going to get more people on that defense team, and they're not going to be satisfied with the classroom training."

Harry grinned, and the three of them went back to the Great Hall for dinner. Everything went smoothly, and Harry happily got himself a large piece of cheesecake and ate it.

Hermione was eating a beef pie, and the ghost Nick floated slowly over, "Good evening, you all."

"Good evening, Nick," said Hermione.

"It's a happy event that Anne Potter is back, and the little Slytherins are much more honest," Nick said. "It was the first time I saw Baron smile, and I was scared to death."

"You're dead, Nick." Ron said bluntly.

"Hmph... It's as powerful as dying again, it's terrifying." Nick shook his head, his head almost fell off, "Peves went to wander in the yard in the middle of the night, and met Barrow and Annie chatting all night."

"Talking all night?" Harry asked in surprise, "Isn't she sleepy?"

"Energetic and eloquent." Nick straightened his head and exclaimed, "He is more energetic than ghosts like us who don't need to sleep."

"What does she and Barrow want to talk about?" Harry felt a little strange, and convinced himself, "Both of them belong to Slytherin, so there must be something to talk about."

"I heard that Dumbledore allowed the head of the Slytherin house to patrol at night with the head of the male and female student council." Nick said, "Now those little guys who like to swim at night should be careful."

"Hey, wouldn't Annie be able to swim at night in a fair manner?" Ron said enviously.

The night at Hogwarts became silent, and the students returned to the common room one after another. The senior students from the fifth grade and above stayed in the common room for a long time because of their homework. Draco leaned against the fireplace close to the fireplace. Sitting on a carved chair, he was meditating with downcast eyes, and the firelight in those gray-blue eyes was covered by thick eyelashes.

"...I thought you were dead." Under the darkness of night, he whispered to the person in front of him, "The Dark Lord also thought you were dead, especially since there was no news of you after school started..."

"I know you will be sad because of my death, Draco." Annie said, "Thank you for your sincerity, and you have worked hard these past few months."

Looking at the face in front of him that fascinated him, he suddenly felt that no matter how terrible things were, he was not afraid.

"Since your father doesn't want you to be affected, and your mother wants you to be happy—the Malfoy family will survive this war, be yourself, Draco." Annie smiled, "If you want to pretend If Tsukuru is hostile to me, Bao Buqi will be tripped up by some people who don't like you."

An indescribable warmth flowed from his fingertips to his body, he opened his mouth, and almost blurted out some words.The subconscious sense of panic made him hesitate. He thought that he must have shown it on his face, so that Annie could see what he was going to say.

It was also at that moment that he knew the ending.

A little apology slowly appeared on Annie's gentle face.

"Actually, I've been hiding one thing from you, from Pansy." She said softly, "I thought this would protect her...but I should trust you, right?"

"...She?" He took a breath imperceptibly, and said the name with difficulty, "You mean...Granger?"

Annie was silent for a moment, and then said: "Actually, I don't need to hide it, you already knew it, didn't you?"

Draco closed his eyes, and the sounds of Pansy and Blaise arguing over the principle of transfiguration came from his ears, and his throat was painfully blocked.

—I knew it all the time, the night before the Yule Ball.

I bought the love potion through the owl, wanting you to agree to be my dance partner, I put it in the butterbeer, the impulse tore my sanity, I know the price I will pay when you find out.

So I'm struggling, I'm regretting, I want this bottle of butterbeer injected with mean thoughts to disappear.

But here you are.

You drank it and I watched you drink it.

At that moment, I thought the love potion had failed, until you hugged me and buried your head on my neck and shoulders.

I was shaking, not sure if it was ecstasy or fear.

"I love you." You whispered, with a hint of coquettishness, and I stared blankly at your tender and affectionate face, realizing that this might be the last time I was so close to you.

With such a good opportunity, I always have to do something so that I don't regret it.

"I love you too."

I murmured, lowered my head, and moved closer to your face.

"Draco!"

Pansy's extremely sharp and terrified voice almost pierced my eardrums. In fact, it was the name you called out in a daze that woke me up completely.

Hermione.

"What are you doing?" Pansy's voice trembled, not knowing whether it was anger or fear.

The love potion didn't make you fall in love with me at all, did it?

I stepped back a little, you looked confused, I took the cup of butterbeer with the antidote I drank, "You came back so cold from outside, this cup should be warmer."

Is it the poor quality of the love potion, or you are so attached to her that even the love potion can't do anything to you.

"Everything is forgotten."

So it was the Muggle-born girl you fell in love with.

I hate Muggle-borns.

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The wind was a bit strong at night, and the flowers and plants in the yard were blown up and down. Peeves stood against the wall and stepped hard on the iron frame where the candles were placed.

"If Mr. Filch sees it, I'm afraid he'll ask the bloody Baron to cure you again, Peeves."

Peeves was startled, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Anne.

"Isn't this Potter's chair, why don't you go to bed so late?"

"I chatted with Baro a lot yesterday, but I didn't enjoy the conversation. I'll wait for him here." Annie leaned on the stone pillar, her legs resting casually on the stone bench, "It seems that you are very busy, help me find him .”

Peeves chuckled, and with his feet attached to the ceiling, he ran away standing upside down.

Annie sighed amusedly, the huge black shadow flitted under the dark night sky, circled around and landed in the courtyard, Malzaha folded his wings, and stared at her with a pair of golden eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Annie said softly.

The wind was stronger again, and the tail of the long robe kept rolling. Malzaha lay on the ground to accompany Annie, making some vague grunts from his throat.

"Suddenly, I feel that sleeping is also a good way of life." Annie murmured, "It's a pity that I don't feel sleepy anymore."

"It's been a long night..."

But she didn't think that 1000 years was very long, nor did she think that billions of years were very long.

Time is a riddle, and the answer depends on the state of mind.

The ground was slowly getting wet. Malzaha didn't like rainy days, so he flapped his wings and left, leaving Annie alone in the yard listening to the sound of rain.

The temperature dropped a bit, and the melodious sound of the midnight bell slowly shook her heart. She put on a hood to cover her face.

The rain washed away the dust, and a vague fragrance spread in the fresh air. Annie's body moved slightly, and the expression hidden under the hood was unfathomable.

It took a long time before she spoke.

"Has Miss Granger started liking the rain too?"

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