Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Thank you Harry..." I whispered.

Harry was considerate and naturally noticed my wariness and dislike for Astoria.

Essentially, I am no different from Draco.

The person I like is coveted by others, which arouses my possessiveness.

"There's no need to be so polite between us... I just hope you can be happy..." He was very gentle and sincere.

He could have just gone with the flow and helped Astoria.

He chose to protect my interests instead.

But I was completely unable to respond to his feelings.

"You are short of one person. Can I fill in?"

Zabini lazily strolled over to Harry and me.

"Why are you alone?" I asked curiously.

Zabini is a dark-skinned boy, very handsome.

Mrs. Zabini was able to marry seven times in a row, and each husband died a violent death, but there were still people who continued to marry her, which is enough to prove how tempting Zabini's inherited beauty is.

He shrugged indifferently, "Just tell me if you are willing to take me in..."

He raised an eyebrow and glanced in Ron's direction.

"You three don't want to end up teaming up with weasels, do you?"

Draco made a prompt decision, "You're one of them."

"Harry, you and Draco are in a group, and I'll be with Aurora." Zabini actually made the arrangements on his own.

"Hello!" Are you acting like the host as soon as you enter the door?

"Draco and Harry can't do anything to you. Only I can inspire your true strength."

He didn't say this to me alone, but looked at the two boys, as if seeking Draco and Harry's consent.

Draco hesitated for a moment, "Okay, don't take this opportunity to bully my sister."

He warned me again, "Harry and I are right beside you. If Blaise goes too far, we'll beat him up together!"

Draco raised his voice deliberately so that Zabini could hear it.

"Oh, it hasn't even started yet and you're already protecting me." Zabini looked extremely happy.

He always speaks in a sarcastic way and seems to be familiar with Draco, but I don't really like getting along with him.

This is a good opportunity to teach him a lesson with good reason.

Sirius clapped his hands on the stage, and the originally noisy venue immediately quieted down.

His loyal fans will loudly help him maintain order.

"I see everyone has formed teams..." He looked around: "We need to select two students to participate in the demonstration..."

He asked Snape for his opinion, "Then I should go first?"

Snape crossed his arms across his chest, remained noncommittal, and looked unfathomable.

"Harry, come up!"

Snape's face darkened, but he didn't say anything.

"Godfather, I'm Slytherin..." Harry walked forward and reminded in a low voice.

"You're a Slytherin. Does that conflict with me asking you to demonstrate?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Or are you worried about offending your head of house?"

Harry looked at Snape apologetically, and the other party nodded slightly to him, and the boy finally felt relieved.

"Snape, what have you done to the Slytherin students? They are so timid..."

Sirius patted Harry's shoulder: "James never looks ahead..."

Harry said nothing.

James and Harry are two different people...

Sirius always regarded Harry as a substitute for his good friend and sought spiritual sustenance in him.

"Miss Malfoy, come up!" Snape's deep voice sounded in his ears.