Chapter 148 Too lazy to name
Chapter 148 Too lazy to name
The express train began to enter Scotland and the sky gradually darkened.
Astoria went to play somewhere.
When he came back, he brought a bag of diced jelly slugs, saying that he wanted to feed them to Golga.
Not long after, he was so tired that he fell asleep on Daphne's lap.
Daphne gently stroked Astoria's curls and hummed a pleasant tune.
Pansy took out her large notebook and began to trace on it with her magic wand.
She seemed determined to help her sisters design unique dresses.
Seeing Draco stand up as usual and prepare to open the door of the carriage, they both chuckled at the same time.
"I'm going out for a walk and some fresh air."
"And then accidentally walked into Potter's carriage, right?"
"Be quiet when you close the door. If you wake Astoria up, she'll want to follow you."
Draco, whose secret was exposed by Pansy Daphne, rolled his eyes at them.
He lowered his head and walked out the door, closing the sliding door carefully.
Pretending to be absent-minded, I searched among the carriages.
Three carriages away, Weasley's shrill voice was heard in the half-closed carriage.
"We also saw Krum up close!"
"If it weren't for that Malfoy guy blackmailing Harry into inviting her to watch the game and ruining the atmosphere,"
“Otherwise it’s a great viewing experience!”
The boastful tone was unpleasant, and the content of the talk made him even more furious.
She was determined not to let Harry off until he explained what "blackmailing Harry into inviting her to the game" meant.
"We should make a promise next time. As long as she is here, we will never go to the first class carriage again until we die."
"Do not worry."
"This should be your first and last time in a first class carriage, Weasley."
I couldn't help but sneer.
I don't understand why Mr. Weasley, who is so kind-hearted, would give birth to such an ignorant son.
As he opened his mouth, the sliding door of the carriage opened.
The Gryffindor boys looked horrified.
Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly and shook her head.
He noticed that Harry's face changed slightly when he saw him.
It was a complex expression of joy mixed with a sense of having done something wrong.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? Harry didn't invite you over this time."
"It's none of your business where I want to be."
"Besides, can't I blackmail Potter for an invitation?"
With a sarcastic tone, he saw Harry's face begin to turn red and white, as if he wanted to explain himself.
Before Harry could say anything, Draco saw the horrible wool patchwork robe hanging on the luggage rack and couldn't help asking.
"You wouldn't want to wear that to prom?"
Ron's face flushed red, but Harry asked in confusion.
"What dance are you talking about?"
"Dance held with the competition—"
Draco looked at Harry with slight confusion.
I noticed that he shook his head almost imperceptibly.
"Wait, didn't you know that?"
"Do not know what is this?"
Ron spoke rudely.
"It's okay. You'll know it sooner or later anyway."
Draco had no interest in talking to Rondo and turned away.
When I heard him complain behind my back, "I bet that woman was just pretending, she must know nothing,"
He rolled his eyes in disdain.
Then, there was a sound of hurried running.
He stopped and turned around, which caused Harry, who was rushing over, to almost fail to react and knock him down.
But even if we stop immediately, Harry's figure,
It was so close that if Draco leaned forward slightly and lowered his head, he could lean on his arms.
"What...what do you want, Potter?"
"Uh... sorry..."
The faint scent of Draco's body hit him, and he realized that he was too close, so he quickly took a step back.
Seeing Draco's approving smile, he scratched the back of his head and spoke with a smile.
"Just wanted to say hello to you."
"Thank you."
Draco also tried to control the smile, but he couldn't suppress the feeling in his heart.
There is an impulse that we are already very familiar with each other.
But this familiarity feels strange and unreal.
I gradually understood that the honesty in the letters seemed to bring our hearts closer together.
This also means that every time they meet, they have to readjust their positions.
After looking at each other for a moment, they both smiled awkwardly.
"Ron didn't know there was a dance. In fact, I only found out about it when you told me in your letter."
"I thought Weasley's father and brother both worked at the Ministry of Magic, so it was natural for them to tell him..."
"It can be heard that they are hiding something from us, but he seems to want to wait until Professor Dumbledore makes the announcement."
"Still so inflexible."
Draco frowned disapprovingly.
"Draco, they're like family to me."
Harry couldn't help but remind him.
"I...I know about it, but I didn't say anything bad about them."
His face turned red with embarrassment.
I couldn't explain why I was so eager to explain to Harry.
I don't really hate Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that much.
Once again, they were speechless, staring at each other silently as the iron wheels rolled over the tracks.
I gradually realized that we could feel each other's warmth without saying much.
By the time the whistle sounded, the outline of Hogsmeade could be seen from the side of the carriage.
“It seems to be almost there.”
Harry broke the silence of the mutual gaze.
"I'm going back to find Astoria and the others."
Draco nodded as well.
Before turning and leaving, he paused and spoke hesitantly.
"Remember the game mentioned in the letter?"
"Dad said that the competition is very dangerous. Don't even think about participating, okay?"
"Do I look that pushy?"
Harry asked with a smile, causing Draco to smile back before walking away.
The words before leaving, accompanied by a sweet smile from the corners of the mouth to the corners of the eyes,
Harry's heart was filled with excitement and he stared in a daze.
"I'm afraid you won't miss any chance to shine, the boy who lived."
(Although the number of gifts for love has not reached the target, I will still add another chapter. I hope to work hard from today!)
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