[HP] My lovely little prince

Ron and Harry looked at each other, and then immediately looked at Hermione. Hermione's face was a little pale, obviously frightened by Anna's words.

"To be honest, I think this is ridiculous. First of all, what is that thing, and how can it distinguish between pure blood and mixed blood? To be honest, it is almost impossible for the entire Slytherin to be a 100% pure blood wizard. There are no pure-blood wizards in this world. The earliest wizards were either a combination of humans and magical creatures, or mutations from Muggle children. There are no pure-blood wizards who are born with nature, and in this legend, I I think the most ridiculous thing is about the castle. I have never seen the owner of a castle quarrel with the guests, and then ran away from home and gave the castle to the enemy. Is this a fool? If Slytherin is such a fool Egg, then it's not hard to see why Slytherin students are just as stupid these days."

Seemingly amused by Anna's words, Hermione's face brightened a lot: "Besides, more than 1000 years have passed, even if there is really something in the secret room, it must have died long ago."

As soon as Anna finished speaking, Mrs. Pince walked over aggressively holding a feather duster. The three of them were so frightened that they immediately ran away with their books in their arms. Only Anna sighed and carefully cleaned up the table.

"Loud noise is prohibited in the library!"

Mrs. Pince kicked the four people around the table with her hips. Hermione has always been the teacher's good boy. Under Mrs. Pince's glaring gaze, she immediately lowered her head and apologized obediently. Anna was the same as Hermione, only in When leaving the library, I conjured a rose on purpose.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, for our rudeness today, I would like to apologize here, and wish you a good day."

Mrs. Pince was right next to the entrance of the library. When she saw the rose Anna put on the counter, she curled up her mouth and gave a faint smile. Then she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing helplessly when she saw the child leaving. My child, how could you be angry with her.

After leaving the library, Anna went directly to the observatory. She didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor lounge, or the dormitory. Angry, she even pulled Anna, wanting the three of them to isolate Ginny together, but Anna was unwilling to do so, and she didn't think it was unforgivable for Ginny to have her own little secret.

The temperature of the observatory in October has cooled down a bit. When Anna came here, there was no one there. She was alone. Anna found a corner and sat cross-legged. She held a book by Lockhart in her hand and read it with gusto. , at least in terms of the novel's interest, Lockhart's novels are still very interesting.

"Oh, I knew that a bunch of brainless girls all liked that Lockhart."

Anna was seeing Lockhart use all kinds of gorgeous words to describe his fierce battle with ghouls, when she heard a very harsh voice, in fact, the voice was very childish, but the tone and attitude were very harsh, Anna He looked up and saw Draco floating in the air.

Draco had just finished training on the Quidditch pitch, and everyone else went back, only he was still training on the pitch, but after playing, he ran out of the range of the pitch, flew over the castle, and saw in a blink of an eye Anna sitting in the observatory.

Anna closed the book and looked up at Draco outside the stone wall of the observatory: "Are you jealous, because Professor Lockhart stole your limelight?"

Draco gasped angrily: "You are talking nonsense, me! Who is jealous, he is a straw bag with an empty inside! It is not even as good as a finger of our dean!"

Anna nodded as if suddenly enlightened: "Oh, so that's why you are jealous for your dean, angry with Professor Lockhart, and stealing your dean's limelight?"

As if thinking of something terrible, Draco jumped off the broom directly, probably because of Anna's disgust before, Draco basically doesn't use pomade much now, and his smooth and flowing hair is messy lying on his head now, Even the green Slytherin robes were messy and muddy at the corners, and Malfoy had been working extremely hard lately for his first Quidditch match with Potter.

"You look so cute with your messy hair."

Anna reached out to touch Draco's hair, but he took a step back to avoid it. Anna pouted slightly, a little unhappy. Draco originally wanted to leave because of Anna's words, which were slightly mocking the dean. Angry, but now I don't know how to be angry.

Draco just held the handle of the flying broom like this, and stood on the observatory with Anna blowing the cold wind. The Golden Snitch that Draco used for training seemed to feel that the Seeker was not serious, and he never knew where to drill. came out, and flew between Draco and Anna with a pair of small wings.

The little Snitch is like a lively bird, turning its chubby body left and right, looking at Draco who is stupid, and even hovering around his head, seems to express [ Why don't you chase me, didn't we play well just now? 】

Draco was rubbing one foot on the ground of the observatory, but he didn't speak. Anna was very interested in the Golden Snitch. She reached out and grabbed Draco's ear. The wings flapped against Draco's ears several times, like feathers itching on the earlobe, and Draco turned red from the earlobe to the face, and it tended to extend to the neck.

After Anna caught the Golden Snitch, this delicate little golden ball lay obediently in her hand, and even the ends of the tiny wings were hooked to Anna's fingers and kept rubbing, as if she was acting coquettishly.

"It's so cute. This golden snitch is yours. What is it called? It's its owner?"

Draco's head was buzzing, he was thinking, what does the owner of this object mean, Marceau said the golden snitch is cute, and said the owner of the object, is it just saying that I am cute?

Anna definitely didn't know what was going on in Draco's mind, but Draco's blushing face really made Anna feel that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong. Although he often flirted with people, it was all because of It's funny, Anna really didn't know that Slytherin, who was said to be rigid, indifferent and repulsive from thousands of miles away, would blush just because he made a few jokes casually.

Draco wanted to ask for his golden snitch back, but when he saw that beautiful golden ball kept being dawdled and coquettish in Anna's hands, he was too embarrassed to ask for it. He even felt that this ball was a shame. Why did he Will buy this ball back for training, it's not Slytherin at all!This ball must have been made by a Gryffindor!

Anna returned the Snitch to Draco after playing enough with the Snitch. When handing it back to Draco, Anna's fingertips touched Draco's fingers, and Draco retracted his hands in fright, as if After being burned by the fire, Anna couldn't help laughing at Draco's reaction. The smile was like a blooming flower, her eyebrows and eyes were curved. When Draco was embarrassed, Anna finally stopped mercifully. Laughing to himself, he put the Snitch back in Draco's pocket, the one on his chest.

When putting the Snitch in her pocket, Anna felt as if she had accidentally touched the chest of the little blond prince. The whole body of the thin and thin boy was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. Trembling slightly, a small wing protruded from the pocket in the next second, and Draco quickly reached out and stuffed the protruding wing back.

"Come on for the Quidditch game. I remember that the first game was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I'll wait and see."

After Anna finished speaking, she took the novel and went out. Draco watched Anna's leaving back for a long time without regaining consciousness. It was not until a gust of cold wind blew that Draco stamped his feet on the spot angrily.

He yelled towards the passage where he could no longer see his back: "I will definitely win that Scarhead!"

Not knowing if the girl who left could hear it, Draco whispered to himself again: "I'm sure I can win."

There are still some days before the Quidditch match. During this period, the most interesting and boring class Anna took was Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Through observations during these days, Anna found that Lockhart, It's just an empty-headed idiot, deeply worried about Hogwarts' admission standards for professors, and also worried about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the next few years.

Since the last time he gave Harry and the others a disastrous accident, Lockhart never used any live props again. Every time he was in class, he would read long paragraphs of himself From the perspective of listening to stories, Lockhart's class is still interesting to listen to the books written, but from the perspective of class, Lockhart's education is a complete failure.

"Yes, that's it. I rushed over and pressed him to the ground! Then I pointed my wand at his throat, and with my remaining strength, I cast a very complicated human-shaped spell on him! It's very complicated! , so I won't go into details here, and then he let out a miserable scream, retracted his fangs, and all the hair on his body disappeared, and he became a human again, and then I left, That's right, I chose to go wandering again, but after I left, there was another village, which will always remember me as a hero!"

After Lockhart's passionate performance ended, all the Gryffindor girls except Anna applauded violently, their faces flushed with excitement, Duran even stood up excitedly, and she stepped on the bench high shout.

"Great professor, you are a fighting hero! A hero like you is the best representative of Gryffindor!"

Hearing this, Lockhart fluffed up his flowing blond hair.

"Lovely Miss Duran, I am very happy for your compliment, but I may disappoint you, I am not from Gryffindor, I am a graduate of Ravenclaw"

The Ravenclaw students who were in class with them seemed to have their noses lowered by a big dung egg. They almost pinched their noses and didn't want to admit that such an idiot was a Ravenclaw graduate!