[HP] Tsundere from afar

The next morning, I was pulled up again by Hannah, tidied up hastily, and came to the lobby feeling sleepy.

"Eve, you look very listless." Ernie winked at me.

Hannah forked a sausage off her plate, gave me a look and said, "Maybe she should explain what she did last night."

I felt that my eyes could not be fully opened yet, so I made a vague generalization.

And Hannah and the others are freaking out, I think I'm using conservative words, but they must have come up with something out of the ordinary!

Because Hufflepuff has a terrifying imagination.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the long table of Gryffindor.Ernie stuck his head out in doubt: "What happened?"

A Ravenclaw told him Harry.Potter got a "Nimbus 2000" broomstick.

Ernie whistled. "The newest addition to the Quidditch boutique. It's not cheap."

I tilted my head and glanced at Harry on the Gryffindor table, his face was full of joy.

"It's lucky."

"Yeah, lucky, I'm going to be jealous." Ernie shrugged and made an angry expression.

Hannah and I looked at each other and smiled, Hufflepuff was always amused.

We freshmen missed the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch match due to this morning's class, but this afternoon is an even more thrilling Slytherin vs. Gryffindor because Harry.Porter ---

Youngest Seeker.

When we arrived at the Quidditch pitch, it was already full of people. Hannah and I were spotted by sharp-eyed Hermione. She invited us to sit next to her. The surrounding was very crowded. I saw Weasley who seemed to want to say hello to me.

Although I've grown closer to them since the troll incident, Weasley's prejudice against Hufflepuff is still a sticking point in my mind.

"Hello, Eve," he stammered to me.

"Hello." I bent the corner of my mouth lukewarmly, and said after a moment of pause, "Ron."

Ron.Weasley's face suddenly relaxed, and he looked at me for a while, realizing that I had no intention of continuing the conversation with him, so he turned his attention to Quidditch.

Because many friends can completely shake hands and make peace after helping each other in the same boat. I think I am so kind because I am a Hufflepuff.

Quidditch is simply a good place for the seniors to release their hormones. They exude athletic physiques to attract us ignorant girls to fall in love. I have heard several Gryffindor shouts from not far away. The Quidditch captain "Oliver Wood" called out.

Now that the professors in the auditorium are in place, it feels very close.

Hermione took my hand: "Harry will definitely win."

I held her hand back and smiled slightly: "Of course."

Because of the needs of the plot, the protagonist's halo is infinitely shrouded.

The cabin door opened, and we saw the students in green clothes and red clothes riding brooms flying to the sky one by one at an extremely fast speed, and soon we saw the slightly shorter man, Harry, also flying steadily In the air.

After the players flew around the field and the field was in place, Mrs. Hooch walked into the field. I think she must be very proud of the students she taught. She released the Bludger and the Snitch, and the game officially started!

They are flying over us very fast.It even brought a gust of wind that could be felt when it passed over our heads, and the game gradually became intense.

Ernie said, wonderful and very dangerous and exciting, this is Quidditch!Just like when Gary and I finished stealing and started running around the streets!I noticed the platinum blonde Draco across the way.Malfoy was blushing with anxiety at Slytherin's defeat, and I raised my eyebrows, finding him cuter still.

But something was wrong with Harry's broom, and Hermione spotted it sharp-eyed, glanced at the teacher's bench through her binoculars, and told me what she thought.

"I think Snape is obstructing Harry, look!"

I took the binoculars and found that Snape was muttering something, but I also saw Professor Quirrell's expression behind Snape was not right.Then I whispered to Hermione that I doubted Quirrell, and Hermione told me, frowning, that she suspected Snape.

We fell silent amid the uproar, then sneaked into the teacher's table, where Hermione cast a "blazing" between Snape and Quirrell, causing a panic in the teacher's table.

Sure enough, Harry's broom calmed down, and he started looking for the Snitch.

"Harry thinks there's something wrong with Snape," Hermione told me, applauding Harry.

"Then suppose Harry is wrong?" I watched as Harry chased the Snitch into the auditorium.

"what?"

"Hermione, no one is necessarily right, this kind of thing will naturally be resolved in the future." I said to Hermione. "Shall we make a bet?"

"I bet Professor Snape is a good man, and if I'm right, you'll make Harry apologize to Snape."

Hermione's eyes flickered with the desire to challenge: "This sounds a bit difficult, but what if you lose?"

"As long as you don't bet on Galleon, everything else is up to you." I bent my head and gave Hermione a high-five.

Harry fell off the broom, but fortunately it was not high enough to land on the lawn. He stood up and looked very strange. Hermione leaned out in a panic. After a while, Harry took out the Golden Snitch from his mouth. .

Although it does seem a bit gross.

After the audience was silent, huge cheers erupted, and Mrs. Hooch announced the result of Gryffindor's victory!

Knowing the plot, I didn't blush, my heart beat, and I didn't feel empty.

On the way back to the dormitory, I suddenly thought of the letter I wanted to send to Ruth, so I said goodbye to Hannah and they went to the Owl Tower.There were not many people along the way. When I approached the Owl Tower, I noticed a familiar figure over there.

I slowed down and approached gently, and found that the figure had platinum-blonde hair, which was obviously that Draco.Malfoy.

I still have lingering fears about what happened in Diagon Alley. I began to hesitate whether to slip away, but in the end I walked over. I gently put my wand in my palm and approached the Owl Tower pretending to be calm.

I don't know why, but I feel like Draco.Malfoy shouldn't be a threat to me.

Maybe it's because I'm older than him?

Pol soon flapped his wings and flew to my hand, and pecked me affectionately. I touched his stomach and found that he was fat as if he was pregnant.

"Is this your owl?" Draco asked.Malfoy had already turned around, and now that haughty look was gone from his face, he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Yes." I patted Pol's head, not wanting to see Malfoy, when I saw Malfoy, I thought of my broken girlish heart.

Draco in front of him.Malfoy seemed to be embarrassed all of a sudden, he looked at me and suddenly hesitated to speak: "What's its name?"

"Poll."

"My owl's name is Scribe." After he said this, he stopped quickly, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Such Draco.Malfoy is amazing.

I gave him a suspicious look, tied the letter to Pol's foot, and prepared to feed him a few owl rations.

"Eat this!" Malfoy handed me a bag full of owl rations, and he looked into my eyes and said to me, his gray-blue eyes filled with true thoughts: "This one is more delicious. "

"You have eaten?"

He was so choked by me that he couldn't speak, and his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink.

But I still took out a few grains of rations from his bag and fed them to Pol, although I don't know why he was suddenly full of kindness: "I remember you told me the day before yesterday that you would make me pay the price, Mr. Malfoy. "

His eyes widened suddenly, and he spoke to me a little faster, "But I told you about this last time."

I opened my eyes wide and looked at Draco.Malfoy: "You told me?"

"In the herbal medicine class a few weeks ago, I already said that I forgive you!" The little gentleman, still wearing baby fat, looked at me angrily, losing his usual vicious attack power.

I suddenly remembered what he seemed to have said to me in that class yesterday, but I didn't seem to hear anything at that time.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that at the time."

"It's okay, I forgive you." Draco.Malfoy's voice came lightly from the side, and I pretended not to see that the blushing boy blushed again.

With the wind whirring from the owl tower, I gave Pol one last touch and let him out until it was a dot.

"Then you don't send letters, what are you doing in the Owl Tower?" I turned to look at Draco.Malfoy, in his childish form, was here alone, and good-natured Hufflepuff decided to let the past go.

"Come here!" I sat on the steps of the Owl Tower, patted the seat beside me and called him over.

Draco.Malfoy walked over quietly, glanced at the stairs struggling, and finally sat down with a look of self-abandonment on his face.

"I watched the Quidditch match." The perhaps spoiled boy moved his body, he sat upright, and said to me.

"The Slytherin players worked so hard, but Gryffindor won the game in the end!! You don't know how hard they train..." he began to whine at me.

"It's okay, we Hufflepuffs always lose too."

"You can continue next time." I patted his shoulder in relief.

He looked at me in surprise for a long time, and asked me helplessly: "Aren't you angry because you lost the game?"

Then I smiled at him happily: "Because we're Hufflepuff."

Many things can use the word Hufflepuff to free oneself, which is not a kind of victory.

Draco.Malfoy was like a balloon that was punctured at once. He buried his head in his arms: "At the beginning, I thought that if I entered Hufflepuff, I would die."

He said sullenly, picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it at an owl, and said angrily: "I feel the same now."

"I'm actually quite envious of Slytherin." I squinted at the sunset on the owl tower. "Because at least your college won't be considered mentally retarded."

Draco.Malfoy glanced sideways at me and saw that I was holding my chin with one hand and eating some pellets from a bag on my lap with the other.

So he also stretched out his hand to take a few pills and chewed them.

"What's this?" He asked me, frowning.

"Owl rations." I opened my eyes wide and admired his expression of wanting to spit out, and secretly regretted that today's teenagers are picky eaters.

He looked at me in disbelief: "You actually eat..." He suddenly reacted, reached out to touch his pocket, and then looked at the bag between my knees in astonishment.

"This is..." He tremblingly pointed to the bag.

"Your." I gave him a kind smile.

"What you eat is..." He looked at me expressively.

"yours."

"... What did I just eat?"

"Owls." I blinked my innocent eyes and pointed to the owls flopping around on the tower.

Draco.Malfoy revealed and Ron.With the same complicated expression as Weasley: "You stole my bag and ate my owl rations and tricked me into eating it?!"

So he walked away angrily: "You wait for me, you will pay the price!" There was even dust on the clothes behind him.

On a certain day in 1991, Draco.Malfoy to Eve.Ruth solemnly swears.