[HP] look at you

Chapter 119 This is the best era

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, although the classroom was still silent, everyone seemed to hear a long sigh of relief.

Harry and Draco were fine. Although they didn't spend much time with Snape, they always had contact during holidays and holidays since they were young.Although it seems that he has no preferential treatment or favoritism towards them, compared with others, there is still some special friendship after all.

This was evident when Snape called their names after class was dismissed.

"Potter, Malfoy, come with me."

Harry knew that Snape would never take the initiative to talk to them, and it must be Ollie's invitation, so he packed his schoolbag in a hurry.Draco looked sideways at Pansy, who was silent with downcast eyes, "Are you going back to the dormitory or to the library?"

Pansy thought for a while, "Go to the library."

Draco nodded and whispered quickly, "I'll message you before dinner."

Pansy wanted to say that it didn't have to be so, making the two of them inseparable.But before he could say it, he and Harry trotted out of the classroom behind Snape's hem - like two white geese flapping their wings after their owners.

She glanced at their backs again, and slowly sorted things out.

"Pansy Parkinson."

Pansy turned her head and saw a tall boy with a slightly darker complexion and well-defined features. He was Draco's roommate. She thought about it, and it seemed to be——

"What's the matter, Blaze Zabini?" She smiled.

"Are you going to the library?" He raised his lips, as if he was smiling, but he seemed to be simply mobilizing his muscles, "Do you want to go together?"

Pansy didn't like his probing and appraising eyes, as if he was judging her like a puppet on a stage.

But she didn't show it, and said euphemistically: "I want to have lunch first, and then go back to the dormitory to take a shower and rest."

Blaze shrugged, "Well, maybe we can meet in the library."

Pan Xi nodded with a smile, and decided not to come out after returning to the dormitory.

At the Slytherin table, Pansy happened to be sitting back-to-back with Hermione at the Ravenclaw table behind.

"Hey, Pansy, I heard that Professor Snape taught your Potions class just now?" she asked excitedly.

Pansy nodded, "Yes."

Hermione looked longingly, "You are so lucky. Of course, Professor Slughorn is also very good, but I am so happy to be able to attend Professor Snape's class in advance."

Pansy: "..." You won't think so when you actually attend his class.

No, not necessarily.With this girl's personality, she might become more and more courageous as she became more and more frustrated, trying her best to seek Professor Snape's approval.

She was a little envious of this tenacity to keep moving forward when she had identified her goal.

"You admire Professor Snape so much?"

"That's right." Hermione's tone was taken for granted, "He is so outstanding, shouldn't it be right to admire him?"

Of course, excellent people deserve to be admired, praised, and looked up to.

But if his fame rests on her father's life, should she sing along, or obstinately remain silent—or should she actually curse viciously?

Pansy sighed deeply.

In Harry's anticipation, the time soon came for their first flying lessons.

He took Draco and chattered about past Quidditch World Cup matches, looking forward to joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team next year.

"You will definitely be able to join the Slytherin team, and then we can officially play." Harry said happily.

The two of them often rode toy broomsticks before they went to school. It has a fixed flying height, which is not exciting, but for them, it can already be regarded as quite interesting entertainment.

After talking a lot, he found that Draco hadn't responded to him all this time, his brows were furrowed with an ugly expression, as if he was enduring something.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Harry leaned forward worriedly, "Are you unwell?"

Draco stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to push him away, but put it down restrainedly, "It's okay, I have a headache."

Harry was very familiar with his state, "You're having nightmares again? Didn't you say Mr. Snape gave you the potion?"

He wondered if he should go to Mr. Snape now.

It's not a nightmare, it's scarier than a nightmare.

Draco closed his eyes hard.

He started hallucinating during the day.

As if some kind of unspeakable button was triggered, fragmentary images kept flashing before his eyes.

Neville Longbottom's Remembrane, his tiresome provocations, Harry's ripostes and pushbacks, his resignation and exasperation.

I am not like this!Draco gritted his teeth and screamed inwardly.

But there was a slight shake in his heart.

Is he really not such a person?In the eyes of others, isn't he really such an annoying face?

"Draco."

He heard Pansy's calm voice.

He turned his head to see Pansy staring at him intently.

"See me?" she asked softly.

I see... the mean and sarcastic look of rolling his eyes, like a barking poodle, making it hard to look directly at.

It is completely different from her who is cold and silent now.

Draco's heart slowly calmed down, and the illusion in front of him faded away.

He breathed out lightly, and seeing that Pansy had turned his head away to look away, he put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said intentionally, "I heard that Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch championship for seven years, do you think you Can you beat me in the game?"

Harry glanced at him a few times, and when he saw that his complexion was really starting to improve, he snorted, "That's why we need someone who breaks the situation and rewrites history. My dad used to be the winner of the Quidditch Cup. "

"Your father, have you not been weaned all day long?" Draco froze for a moment when he said the words, with a strange expression, always feeling that the arrow had shot himself in the void.

On the weekend before Halloween, Harry was invited by his father's old friend Hagrid to play in the log cabin, and played with his hound for a long time. Harry curiously asked Hagrid about his father and godfather when they were students.

Hagrid turned the sweet potatoes and chestnuts out of the brazier and put them in Harry's hands, which were so hot that he would turn his hands away and gasp for air.

"Eat more. Ms. Orpington taught me to do it. You say James and the others? I don't want to speak ill of him in front of his son."

Harry took a bite of the sweet potato, and it was delicious, sweet and soft, "What do you mean? Sirius said they were very popular in school."

Hagrid struggled for a moment, but still said straightforwardly: "It is indeed a man of the hour—a man of the hour who makes trouble."

"..." Harry suddenly felt that the sweet potato in his hand was no longer tasty.Could it be that he was cheated?

"However, after entering the fourth grade, they have all changed a lot, especially Sirius, who has calmed down a lot. Boys, they always have to experience setbacks before they can grow."

Harry pestered him for details.

Hagrid made Harry promise not to tell James that it was he who said it, and then said: "James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter—of course, he is just a little follower. They have challenged the rules for fun since they entered school. , Violating school rules, playing pranks, provoking professors, bullying classmates - especially always finding trouble and fighting with Slytherin, it is really a headache for the professors. I remember a student in Slytherin who almost quit because they were going to."

Harry: "..." This is also far from his father's bragging about being both good at character and learning, both civil and military, and everyone's pursuit of him.

"Honestly, if Ms. Orpington and Professor Snape hadn't taught them a hard lesson, they wouldn't have realized how annoying they were."

Speaking of this, no matter how Harry asked Hagrid, he didn't go into details, "Mr. Snape doesn't like others talking about them."

Harry: "..." So you dare to gossip about his father and others, and dare not reveal a little secret about Snape?

On the way back, the sky seemed to be overcast and rainy, and Harry, who learned that the father and godfather he admired was not so stalwart, was not in a good mood, so he drove forward with a dull head.

When he was about to reach the castle, Harry faintly heard whimpering cries wrapped in the wind.

He stopped to distinguish carefully, followed the sound and found a person sitting by the edge of the black lake, hugging his knees and burying his head in tears.

The fluffy hair that was a little blown made her identity clear at a glance.

Harry hesitated, but walked over, "Are you okay, Hermione."

Hermione jumped up in shock, and with her curly hair and slightly prominent front teeth, it reminded Harry of a rabbit—a rabbit with red eyes crying.

He suddenly remembered what Olivia said when Remus proposed to Mary in public - when a girl cries, don't give her a handkerchief, give her a shoulder - he didn't know that he was only four or five Why does he remember this sentence at the age of [-]?

Maybe Mary was really crying so badly that it frightened him.

Harry looked at Hermione, who was in a hurry to wipe away tears, and then forced a smile to greet him. After thinking about it, he was too embarrassed to put it on his shoulders, so he had to take off his school robe and cover her head.

"It's okay, I won't be able to see it this way, it doesn't matter if you can cry for a while."

Hermione froze in place for a while, and finally shook her shoulders and sobbed again.

Harry turned his head in embarrassment, and saw a white eagle fly out of the Forbidden Forest and land on an oak tree by the lake to preen its feathers.

Hermione didn't know how long she had been crying.

She cried until she didn't even know why she was crying in the first place.

She just felt that after the warm coat shielded her from the cold outside, the grievances in her heart exploded instantly.

A sad person is most afraid of being comforted, because it will make her feel that all her emotions are understood.

After crying, she even felt a little hungry.

She sniffed and said sullenly, "Why does your clothes smell sweet?"

Harry thought for a while, then took out two still warm sweet potatoes and a handful of chestnuts from his pocket, "Do you want to eat it? It's delicious."

He had planned to bring Neville and Draco, Pansy and the others.

Hermione tore off her clothes, which made her hair even more messy, and some of it stuck to her face, looking very messed up.

But she wiped her face with her sleeve, as if nothing happened, and smiled nonchalantly, "Thank you, I'm really hungry."

The two sat by the lake and ate sweet potatoes and chestnuts.

Harry was already full at Hagrid's, so he watched her holding the sweet potato and biting it like a squirrel - it was so similar, it made him especially want to rub her hair to see if it was compatible with it. Fluffy like a squirrel's tail.

In order not to let himself take action, he asked: "Did something happen to you?" Crying like that, it feels like it's not a trivial matter.

Hermione paused in her chewing movements, and then took another big bite ruthlessly, swelling her cheeks.

— more like it.

"It's nothing, it's just that the huge gap between ideal and reality makes me feel mediocre." She swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty, and continued, "In Muggle elementary school, I was always the best. Well, before coming to Hogwarts I thought I could do it too - it turns out I can't."

She bit her mouth again, and said vaguely, "I'm an excellent Muggle, but just an ordinary wizard, and I should realize that."

Harry scratched his head, "But, didn't you add a lot of points to your college?"

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had a lot of classes together, and he could always see her raising her hand to answer every question the professor asked, as if she had already engraved all the content of the class before the class began. in the head.

He didn't think Hermione like this couldn't be called excellent.

"Most Ravenclaws can do it, I just raise my hands faster than others." Hermione remembered the taunts of her roommates getting together behind her back.

"Everyone is Ravenclaw, does she think she is the smartest?"

"You still keep pestering senior sister to ask questions, are you impatient when you don't see Zhang?"

"Zhang knows so much, and she is not as keen on showing off as she is. Zhang is also a Quidditch Seeker. She can't even shout a broom."

"A nerd who can only learn by rote."

Hermione pursed her lips, eyes were wet again, "I'm just more keen on showing off than others."

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, everyone's enthusiasm for them is not as good as that for Ollie and the professor, so I will speed up and finish writing the sub-era.

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