Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Do you dislike having your hair messed up, or do you dislike people messing up your hair?" Harry said casually.

His expression seemed relaxed and casual, but his hawk-like eyes were fixed on me, not missing any of my micro-expressions.

For some reason, I felt the hair stand on end.

I am like a dying prey, begging for the hunter's mercy.

"Of course it's the former!" I said without hesitation.

"You all have straight hair and don't understand the pain of curly hair at all! You have to spend more time every day to take care of it, and if you are not careful, it will become a big afro, like a big lion!" I took the opportunity to make a fuss.

His expression softened. "Aurora, even if she looks like a little lion, she's still cute..."

"Don't talk bad about me, Harry!" I took the opportunity to attack his armpits.

Harry laughed so hard that he couldn't stand and had to squat on the ground.

His armpits and waist are very sensitive.

He often surrendered like this when he was playing with Draco.

"Okay..." Draco stopped me from continuing my attack: "Harry, let's get back to the point. When are you going to go?"

"How about a curfew tonight?" Harry replied.

His eyes were focused on my waist.

Yes, I was held in Draco's arms.

"Okay." Draco's lazy voice came from behind me, "Remember to bring your invisibility cloak."

He pushed my hair aside.

From his perspective, I can see the traces he left on me.

I couldn't help but doubt his motives.

Hey, the competitive spirit of boys...

That night, Draco made me put on a sweater.

"We two are running together, are we going to get sick because of this?"

He tightened my coat again. "Sometimes, I think you care a little too much about Harry..."

"Brother, are you jealous?" I teased him deliberately.

He remained silent for a long time.

I looked up cautiously.

I saw him burst out laughing and pinched my cheek.

"Am I a petty man? Harry Potter? Nothing to be afraid of!"

My Draco should be so confident!

I stood on my tiptoes and pecked him gently on the cheek.

"It's a reward." I whispered in his ear.

"Ahem..." He covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cough twice, but in fact he was trying hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

The tsundere little dragon is so cute!

"Ahem...Draco, Harry is here..." I reminded him in a low voice.

"Where is it? Why can't I see it?" Draco kept looking around.

Suddenly, Harry took off the hood of the Invisibility Cloak and his head floated in the air.

Draco almost screamed, he squeezed my hand so hard it hurt!

Fortunately, he held back at the critical moment.

What a face-loving guy!

He let out a long sigh: "Harry, you didn't even remind me..."

"Why can Aurora see me under the Invisibility Cloak?"

Harry didn't respond, but directly pointed out the core issue.

This is Malfoy's secret and also my life-saving weapon. Naturally, I cannot tell outsiders who are not members of the Malfoy family.

The same goes for any magic that has no effect on me, including magic items.

"Of course it's my sense of smell that's far superior to that of an ordinary person!"

That's why I excel in Potions.

Nowadays, Snape basically leaves the task of distinguishing the quality of potion materials to me.

I can tell subtle differences in material quality by the smell.

Harry, will you believe me?