HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Harry felt like something was wrong. During the Christmas holidays, Draco had taught him a lesson in a high-handed manner, and had said so confidently that he was a Slytherin.

But now, his state was a little bit wrong, and the only thing that was the same was that Harry was now speechless just like he was then. With complicated feelings, Harry could not find any words to respond to Draco.

Draco even said he would kill him, would he? I don't know.

The wind from the grassland blew into the forest. After the silence made a sound, Draco snorted coldly, turned around, and looked at Harry sideways.

"How long are you going to stand there like an idiot? That's why I said Gryffindor is so stupid. Your shrunken brain is exactly the same as what Professor Snape said."

"Wait, Draco!" Harry quickly grabbed his clothes.

"Ha! Are you finally having a seizure?" How dare you yell his name directly? Draco gritted his teeth.

"No, I misunderstood you. I meant what I said just now. I was wrong, but I still want to say thank you for the words you said to comfort me in Diagon Alley last time."

Harry paused as he finished the last word.

Draco was immediately horrified. Was this some new form of torture? He unconsciously showed a contemptuous expression and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms that had appeared due to Harry's embarrassing remarks in a place where no one could see.

"Are you disgusting? Who comforted you? Are you a masochist? You are such a self-indulgent guy. If you want to die, don't use such a trick to drag others down with you!"

"What? I'm serious, can you please stop looking at me like that? I didn't do anything!"

"Get out of here now, the farther to the north the better. You're only polluting the air and making people uncomfortable here, Saint Potter!"

Draco pulled the clothes back from Harry's hands, turned his head and walked away.

"Um...what are they doing?" Ron whispered in Hermione's ear.

"If you don't understand, don't worry about it. If you can leave, let's get out of here!"

Hermione quickly determined the direction and then pulled Harry and Ron by the hand each, heading towards the north direction Draco had indicated.

"This is the north? Hermione, do you believe him?"

That boy doesn't look like someone who would say nice things, but Hermione actually believed him! Ron was unhappy. Of course, if he had an open mind, he might understand his dissatisfaction, but he didn't, so he was still looking for excuses for his childish thoughts, and he continued to maintain his usual image of "hating evil and hating evil".

"I don't think he will harm us. It has been like this for a long time. Don't use Slytherin as an excuse to deceive yourself, Ron."

Hermione was leading the way ahead of the two boys.

"I didn't!" Ron denied it. Ron had never thought about it.

"Hey! Merlin's goatee! I found you. Luckily you guys didn't get lost. Harry, are you okay? I hope you don't get hurt! God knows how nervous I was!"

After walking a few steps, they ran into a big black dog running towards them. The black dog turned into Sirius and grabbed Harry and checked him up and down, while also scanning Hermione and Ron with his eyes.

"I think I must have been injured when I fell to the ground." Ron spread his hands and patted the mud and grass stuck to his body when he fell.

"Oh, that's no big deal, thank God you're all right, come with me, the Weasley kids are still waiting over there."

"Is the portkey really here?" Ron glanced at Hermione.

"Be thankful we found the direction, Ron, you'd better go and apologize." Hermione and Harry followed Sirius.

"Okay, I was wrong, but there's no need to apologize. I didn't say anything."

"You're always like this." Face is more important than anything else. Hermione rolled her eyes inwardly and didn't want to pay any more attention to him.

"Was what I said just now a bit too much..." Harry turned his head and asked Hermione.

"Well, and you."

"What happened?" Sirius asked, confused.

"Nothing, they had a fight." Hermione said casually.

"No, not really."

"What are you talking about?"

Harry and Ron denied it at the same time, and Sirius laughed twice when he saw it.

"It's nothing, young and energetic boy. Your father James and I often quarrel. This is Gryffindor's unique proof of deep friendship. We are all Gryffindors, aren't we? Don't worry about it at all. Oh! It seems that we will be there soon. I hope Moony, I mean Remus and the others can succeed and defeat those guys..."

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"The Department of Heroes - After the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final, a Death Eater riot broke out. The British Ministry of Magic had already laid a tight net and the suppression operation was a great success. The Department of International Magical Exchange delivered a long speech, claiming that the riot had been anticipated and the Ministry of Magic had made full preparations. Minister Fudge commended the Aurors..."

Reina sat on the sofa, covering her head with a huge newspaper. That side was full of reports about the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, with only the World Cup matches reported at the border.

"Honestly, Reina, those are all high-sounding things. It's a pity that you didn't keep them. They were even more lively than the boiling potion in my crucible. I guess the reporter who wrote this report was definitely not at the scene. I even saw a wizard set his tent on fire with my own eyes. I remember seeing him in the Ministry of Magic. I have lived in vain for so many years."

Brace was playing wizard chess with Theodore. The chessboard was solemn and it was hard to tell who was better, but he still had the mind to tease.

"I've always treated reports from the Ministry of Magic as entertainment news." Reina freed one hand to pick up the cocoa beside her, and glanced sideways to see Draco who had been lying on the sofa.

"Draco, are you okay?"

His face certainly didn't look fine.

"Not good, my head is about to explode."

Draco pinched his temple and his face turned pale.

He knew that meeting Potter last night would not be good. It was a breeze in the summer, but he caught a cold. He had a dull headache since he woke up this morning, as if someone had grabbed his nerves. He thought that he would get better after a good sleep when he came to Nott's house, but now, he wanted to kill something...

"Merlin is my witness. I told you that you should take some medicine, Draco. Theodore, do you have any cold medicine at home? Bring it here immediately."

Pansy squatted beside the armrest of the sofa where Draco was lying, looking at him with concern, put her hand on his forehead to test the temperature, and gently rubbed his head.

"Yes, but I have to go find it."

Theodore stood up immediately, and Blaise no longer cared about their chess game and cast his eyes on Draco.

"I don't want to drink a stimulant that will make my ears spray like the Hogwarts Express. I won't drink it even if you bring it to me." Draco shouted with his eyes closed.

Several people laughed at Draco's temper.

"I see. Just treat the headache." Theodore shook his head, sounding somewhat helpless.

“Don’t make it too bitter.”

"You difficult and troublesome young master, what do you think my home is?"

"Go quickly, servant Xiaoduo, my head is really about to split open."