HP Hogwarts, a piece of daily life

The flames of jealousy nearly burned Draco's light blond hair.

All day long he glared at Harry with hatred.Lin An swore that if he hadn't been in the middle, Draco would definitely have rushed forward, throwing aside his aristocratic dignity and having a fight with Harry!

Quidditch, that's Quidditch!

However, this patience was finally broken when Harry secretly wanted to say something to Lin An in private. He angrily stopped Lin An who was about to walk out of the lounge:

"The famous Harry Potter now has so many friends and various preferential treatment from the school. He can even join the Quidditch team! Lin An, he doesn't lack a friend like you at all."

Oh, the poor little baby.

"Who needs anything to find friends?"

She looked at Draco with a smile: "Look, you called him Scarhead, and you were so angry with him behind your back, and even mocked him in front of him. But Harry has never scolded you so frequently in front of me."

Of course, he knew what he and Ron said about the insidious and cunning Malfoy in private.

"Draco, the reason why Harry is called a catastrophe today is not because he is so special, but because his parents died fighting the Dark Lord."

Lin An said seriously.

Draco paled.

He was just an 11-year-old boy, and the shadow of the Dark Lord firmly suppressed all nobles.Even the careless Weasleys who were not in the noble circle would still turn pale when Ron mentioned the Dark Lord.

At this moment, Draco's expression could almost be called shaky.

Because in the battle of the Dark Lord, they are obviously the villains.Now that he can live in peace and stability, it all depends on Lucius' various turnovers, including but not limited to bribes.

And I don't know how many Galleons I spent and how many family treasures I gave away...

Lin An looked at him: "Don't you understand? Draco, the glory of a hero can't last that long."

"Harry has been valued by people so far, proving that sooner or later, the Dark Lord will make a comeback. His existence is an inspiration to all those who dare to resist."

Draco looked like he was about to cry.

His body was trembling, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face: "You are talking nonsense, my father said he—"

The Dark Lord is like a terror that casts a shadow over all wizarding people.

In fact, it is difficult for Lin An, who was born in China, to understand this feeling, because she has been sheltered by the motherland since she was a child, and she has never experienced such a strong depression, and she cannot empathize with it.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but hug Draco again.

"Don't be afraid, this is just my guess. It's not because of these reasons and conditions that I became friends with you and Harry."

"I know that Quidditch is very important to you. Maybe you would like to practice hard during the summer vacation. When you are in the second grade, you will bring the latest broomstick to the school to participate in the team selection."

Draco's fearful thoughts were finally brought back.

His trembling body gradually calmed down, the Dark Lord's shadow dissipated, and he instantly remembered the preferential treatment Harry received, but for some reason, the strong jealousy and unwillingness at this moment dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

In the end, he slumped his shoulders, stood where he was, and let the girl hug him warmly, and then muttered unwillingly:

"Quidditch is nothing special. I'm not going to be a professional player in the future."