[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Draco didn't show up in class until Thursday morning, when Gryffindor and Slytherin were halfway through Potions class, and Draco's right arm was wrapped in a bandage and hung from a strap, almost swaggering walked in.Then he glanced coldly at Gryffindor's position.

Harry whispered in Seymour's ear, "Look at the way he's doing something heroic."

Simo curled her lips and said in a low voice, "Hasn't he always been this kind of virtue? Don't you know him well?"

"What's the matter? Draco." Pansy greeted him quickly, her voice was very worried, but it was as gentle as spring water, and her face was slightly blush, looking a little shy. "Is it still hurting?"

Hearing this lingering tone, Simo couldn't help but burst out laughing, Pan Xi's appearance made her feel so disgusted that she wanted to spit it out.

Draco had never admitted that Pansy was his girlfriend, but she was the only one flirting with Draco in Hogwarts, which was disgusting.

Simo quickly covered her mouth and pretended she hadn't done anything, because she saw Snape give her a cold stare, and Snape almost had his partiality written all over his face.

Draco raised his eyebrows, then set his cauldron on Seymour and Harry's table, and Seymour and Harry looked at each other sadly, after all, they were the only ones with vacant seats.

He looked at Simo's lazily speaking, "Finnigan, what are you whispering about again?"

Simo thought Draco was really annoying. She stared at the cauldron in front of her, and said perfunctorily, "We miss you very much. I'm so happy to see you now!"

Draco was taken aback for a moment, but soon noticed the perfunctory tone in Simo's tone, which made him instantly annoyed.

Snape soon resumed his lectures, this time they were dealing with shrinking potions.

"Professor!" Draco yelled, "Professor, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies, because my arms..."

"Finnigan, root for Malfoy." Snape said without looking up.

Finnigan was taken aback, she nodded reluctantly, then grabbed the knife, dragged Draco's daisy heel to her, and began to cut it seriously.

Her movements were detailed and her expression serious, as if she was cutting her own daisy root rather than being forced to help Draco.

Simo pursed her lips. She lowered her head and cut without saying a word. A strand of light brown hair was hanging lazily on her cheek, and the cheek touched by the hair was a little itchy.

Simo stretched out her hand and tucked the disobedient hair behind her ears. The curve of her side was soft and focused. Draco looked at Simo in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth.

"You...how did you cut..."

Simo stopped what she was doing, she looked up at Draco, and asked in a neutral tone, "Is there something wrong with my cutting, Malfoy."

Draco bumped into Simo's clear blue eyes, he suddenly felt his heart beat faster, he snorted softly, and stopped talking.

Seymour had cut Malfoy's daisies neatly and beautifully, and it wasn't because of her conscience that she bet that if she tried to mess things up, Snape might have to give Gryffindor another point penalty.

Although she was furious in her heart, she still decided that if she couldn't bear it, she would make a big mess.

"Professor, my figs need to be peeled," Draco said suddenly.

Snape just walked up to Draco's table at this time, and there was no other trace of his usual stern expression,

He just looked lazily at the daisy heels that Ximo had just cut, and then said flatly, "Finnigan, you are helping Malfoy peel the figs."

Simo was taken aback for a moment, her expression was a little stiff, and then she let out a muffled "Yeah", and she almost gave Harry a sad look, and Harry could return her a sympathetic look.

Simo quickly picked up the shrunken fig in front of Draco, and peeled the skin patiently. She whispered, "Malfoy, isn't your arm already healed?"

Draco didn't respond to Simo's topic, but raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly, "Have you seen your friend Hagrid recently?"

Harry snorted impatiently.

Draco didn't seem to notice it, and there was a slightly sad expression on his face, "My dad was very angry about my injury, he protested to the school board and the Ministry of Magic, poor Hagrid, Maybe........"

"You want Hagrid to be fired!" Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at Draco angrily.

Draco just raised his eyebrows slightly, "Potter, I was the one who got hurt."

Simo peeled the figs and threw them in front of Draco. She looked at Draco and finally couldn't help it, "Stop pretending, I've already asked Madam Pomfrey, she said you are fine The big thing is getting scratched."

"Finnigan, don't you regret saying that fast imprisonment, maybe you want to see me in a more serious way?" Draco also looked at Simo and shrugged his shoulders gracefully.

"That's right." Simo snorted impatiently.

But Draco suddenly seemed to realize something at this time, and a slightly smug smile appeared on his pale face, "Finnigan, you said that you asked Madam Pomfrey yourself, are you going to visit me in the medical wing?" Yet?"

Simo was stunned for a moment, her expression instantly embarrassed. Seeing Harry looking at her strangely, she rubbed her hands stiffly.

Simo did go. To be honest, she didn't know why she went. She walked to the medical wing without knowing it. When she realized it, she was seen by Madam Pomfrey.

Simo cleared his throat, "I'm going, I just want to know if you're serious, I don't want Hagrid to be punished."

"But I'm afraid the result will disappoint you." Draco drew out his tone slowly, seemingly in a happy mood, but seeing him like this made Simo feel a little guilty.

She really had her brain eaten by a troll, how could she act so strangely.

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