[HP] My lovely little prince

Ron and Harry were obviously not enough for Draco, Ron was so angry that he wanted to rush up and beat Draco hard, but Draco was very careful, and Harry also grabbed Ron in time, three People were at a console, Harry and Ron glared fiercely at Draco on the other side, the two sides were clearly separated.

"Slice up the caterpillar for me, Weasley."

When Ron was about to rush to Draco in the next second and beat him up, Neville had an accident again. Obviously, Neville didn't have any classes that wouldn't happen at all, except for herbal medicine class. Almost all of Neville's classes would have some problems, big or small, and among them, Potions class was what Neville was most afraid of.

"Orange, Longbottom."

Snape grabbed a spoon, scooped up a little potion from Neville's cauldron, and then poured it back into the cauldron. When pouring it back, the potion that slowly flowed down from the spoon was obviously orange. It was also the reason why Snape did this, to let everyone see the color of the potion.

"What's in your elm head? Don't you understand what I said? All you need is a mouse's spleen and a little bit of leech juice. What have you listened to in class? What's in your head? Got slugged together by slug mucus so that it can't hold a little bit of knowledge? Or did you just start learning English, listening, speaking, reading and writing when everyone else started making potions for three years?"

Snape's words were so harsh that Neville blushed with shame and trembled all over, as if he was going to cry bitterly in the next second.

"I can help Neville change it." Hermione whispered, she couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

"I'm not asking you to come out and show off, Granger, and do your thing."

Snape spoke in a cold manner, and Hermione's face turned red like Neville's, not knowing how to answer.

"Longbottom, at the end of this lesson, I will use your diarrhoea to verify whether your medicine has succeeded or failed."

After finishing speaking, Snape dropped the spoon and left. He continued to patrol the classroom, but avoided Neville's side.

"Hey, Harry, have you read today's Daily Prophet?" Seamus Finnigan turned around and borrowed Harry's scale, and whispered to Harry for a while when Snape wasn't paying attention. Sentence: "They think a Muggle saw Sirius Black."

"What? Where?" Ron was much more active than Harry, and immediately leaned forward and asked.

Draco was not looking for things to do for the two of them either, but stood quietly and listened with his ears up.

Seamus was so excited: "Not far away, a Muggle saw it. They seemed to think that Black was just an ordinary criminal, so they called the hotline. By the time the Ministry of Magic chased him, he had already run away."

Although Ron was also listening to Seamus, he still allocated one eye to Malfoy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy eavesdropping on one side, and Ron seemed to have caught his handle, triumphantly. Looking at Malfoy, "Do you have anything else to peel? I remember. You don't need to use anything else in this class, or are you eavesdropping?"

Draco didn't intend to talk to Ron at all, but turned to look at Harry: "You want to catch Black alone, don't you?"

Almost subconsciously, Harry immediately replied without thinking, "Yes, so what."

Draco sneered and didn't say anything more, and used his other good hand to make his own potion. Ron dragged Harry by the side and muttered in a very low voice, and Draco didn't say anything anymore. Go out of your way to eavesdrop on what they have to say.

Before the end of class, Draco finished the shrinking potion, just as he said just now, and asked Neville to walk forward with his own cauldron, and then snatched it without any sympathy. After taking away Neville's diarrhoea, in front of everyone, he scooped a little potion directly from Neville's cauldron, and poured it directly into Raffle's mouth.

Neville let out a small sob on the side, and he dared not look at his own Leif with his eyes closed, afraid that he would witness his pet sticking out its tongue in the next second and die on the spot.

Lefort struggled in Snape's hand for a while, relying on his big mouth to keep breathing, and then with a puff, Lefort turned into a little black tadpole, Snape's expression was not very good Well, I picked up a small glass bottle on the table and poured it on Le Fu, and then Le Fu turned from a tadpole to a tortoise.

Just when Neville stepped forward to get his pet back, Snape said: "Five points from Gryffindor, as I said, you are not allowed to help him, Miss Granger. Everyone is on Friday Hand in a five-inch paper today, class dismissed."

Everyone cleaned up the things on the table, poured all the potions in the crucible into a special pool, and then lined up to rinse their crucibles and spoons one by one. Ron Harry and Hermione left the classroom together of.

Ron was still complaining to Hermione: "Gryffindor deducted five points, why! Just because Neville's potion was boiled right! This is too much, Hermione, won't you explain it to yourself? , you should refute that Snape, saying that Neville survived by himself."

Harry was still thinking about Black with a sad face, and Ron didn't expect Harry to speak for him, but after waiting for a while, Ron didn't wait for Hermione's answer. Looking back, he found that Hermione was are gone.

"Where's Hermione? Where did she go?" Ron looked at Harry and asked in confusion.

Harry didn't know either, so he could only shake his head.

Ron felt very strange, scratched the back of his head and planned to walk back to have a look.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go, it's time to eat."

Hermione suddenly came up from another staircase, panting with a schoolbag on her back, and was still trying to stuff some book into her robe with the other hand.

"How did you do it? You were behind us just now, and now you suddenly appear at the bottom of the stairs?"

Hermione rolled her eyes: "I went to get something. Okay, don't talk about it, I'm starving to death, please do me a favor, help me get some books, I'm almost exhausted."

Harry hurriedly took Hermione's schoolbag, through the uncovered gap on the top of the schoolbag, Harry vaguely saw a lot of tomes.

"Why do you bring so many books? We don't have so many classes in the morning. There is only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon."

Ron also took a book from Hermione's hand, but it wasn't the book that was needed for today's class at all.

"Yeah yeah, I know, let's go, I swear, I'm really starving to death, I really hope I can have something delicious at noon today."

Hermione took the lead, panting, and Ron bumped Harry with his elbow while holding the book: "I think Hermione must be hiding something from us."

Harry held Hermione's schoolbag tightly, which was too heavy: "Even if there is something, she won't say it, so what can you do?"

Ron rolled his eyes: "Let Anna find out."

Anna just finished her class. In the herbal class of the second grade, Professor Sprout successfully defeated Professor Flitwick and became Anna's favorite professor. Anna thinks that Professor Sprout is really a typical Hufflepuffs are caring, warm, approachable, and inclusive. In this class, they got to know the mandrake, that ugly and cute herb.

"Marceau, come here."

Ginny was talking to Anna when she turned a corner and met Malfoy. Ginny looked at Malfoy with a frown, holding Anna's arm in her hand, obviously not wanting them to have too much contact.

"Hey Draco, you can actually call me Ana."

Anna smiled and raised her hand to greet Draco. Draco showed a little disgusted expression. After the herbal medicine class just now, Anna's body and hands were a little dirty, although she barely cleaned it up. There was still some dust, and Anna didn't like to cast spells on herself, it made her very uncomfortable.

"Anna, come here."

Draco pouted, put away his disgusted expression, and raised his chin at Anna.

Anna looked at Draco, folded his hands on his chest, and leaned gently against the wall, looking very chic, especially after three years of growing up, Draco's facial features are also more mature than when he was in the second grade, look He looks very handsome, even if he is a Slytherin, even if he has a bad personality, there are still many people who like him. Anna has heard other houses, even some people in Gryffindor, discussing him several times. , the girls called him the little prince of Slytherin.

Ginny tugged at Anna's arm and shook her head slightly, signaling her not to go.

Anna raised her hand and patted Ginny's arm, and whispered a few words in her ear. Draco saw that Ginny laughed immediately, blushing!

She glared at Ginny angrily, but Ginny rolled her eyes in return. Turning around, Ginny dragged Duran and Julie away together, leaving only Anna and Draco, and the occasional passerby. other classmates.

"What can you do with me? Little cutie?"

Anna tugged at the backpack, her shoulders hurt from the straps, Draco reached out to take her schoolbag, and carried it directly on his body.

"This semester, stay away from that scar... Potter, and be careful of your life. I have received some news that that Black is determined to kill Potter. You'd better be careful, that's a killer fugitive."

Draco's voice was low, with an air of terror.

Anna did not continue to smile, but put on a serious expression: "Thank you for reminding Draco, I understand. You are the same."

Draco didn't know whether Anna had listened to it or not. Although he hoped that Anna would give him an honest guarantee that he would stay away from that scar, he also knew that Anna couldn't say that. In the end, he just nodded and didn't continue talking.

"Let's go, I'm starving to death. The whole morning is full of exhausting classes, flying class, and herbal class. Speaking of which, you also learned Mandrake in the second grade. The Mandrake you raised How's Draco?"

Anna changed the subject and eased the serious atmosphere between the two of them.

Draco rolled his eyes a little while walking next to Anna: "We didn't raise them, did you forget what happened last year? Professor Sprout raised them all himself, and later made them into potions, so we only took them." A herbal class on mandrakes, and then it's gone."

Anna looked at Draco with a little sympathy: "Then you are so pitiful, the mandrake is very cute, if you can grow a pot yourself, you will know."

Angrily, Draco threw his schoolbag into Anna's arms at the entrance of the auditorium, and walked to the long Slytherin table by himself, but when he was about to reach the Slytherin table, he paused a little, straightened his back, and raised his head. He raised his chin and got a new face.

Looking at Draco's unique skill of changing his face, Anna's stomach hurts from laughing.