HP Star Shining

"I'm not hurt." Su Xingchen was extremely helpless, as if suddenly everyone could carry her like a chicken.

Draco was relieved. "Pansy snuck into the boys' dormitory. As soon as Goyle told me, I came looking for you. Luckily, she didn't hurt you."

Su Xingchen stared at him intently. Draco felt uncomfortable being stared at. Thinking of his fake smile just now, he looked a little gloomy. "Sorry."

Su Xingchen found a stone bench and sat down, motioning him with his chin to sit with him.

Draco sat down on the other side with his hands and feet tied, with a considerable distance between them.

Even so, he looked uncomfortable, his eyes staring blankly at the bare floor in front of him.

"Did you do something bad behind my back?" Su Xingchen suddenly leaned closer.

Draco was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked away after meeting her gaze. "No, I didn't do anything bad."

Su Xingchen expressed his doubts, "Then why do you always hide from me?"

"You think too much." Draco paused and defended himself, "We always say hello when we meet."

Ah yes, she ran away after saying hello. I hadn’t heard the gossip, no, news, that I was so eager to share with her.

"Is your hand still not healed?"

"It's ready."

"Flint said your hand isn't healed yet, so the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match was switched to Hufflepuff."

"..."

Su Xingchen let out a heavy breath. She knew that she was taking her anger out on others. If it wasn't Slytherin, there would be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. In the end, Gryffindor was destined to lose.

Forget it.

Why bother with him?

Draco is just a tool who has no control over the plot.

Thinking about everything that happened today, by the way, I haven't asked him about his feelings for Pansy yet.

Although judging from the current situation, he is very likely to dislike it, but since he is right next to him, Su Xingchen decided to ask a question.

If she liked them, with Pansy Parkinson's jealous nature, she would definitely run and jump away from the two of them, as far away as possible.

Asking directly didn't seem like a good idea, so she decided to use a roundabout tactic.

"Do you like it that much?" Su Xingchen asked casually.

"What?" Draco was startled by the sudden question, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes when he looked at her.

Huh, so panicked? This guy seems to have a real problem.

So Su Xingchen moved her face closer and observed his expression carefully.

"I heard Pansy say you cast 'Never Wither' on it. Is it really that beautiful? I remember someone saying it was ugly before."

It turns out they were talking about flowers.

Draco's expression returned to normal and he stopped looking at her. "It's quite interesting."

Su Xingchen was visibly disappointed.

The young master's facial expressions were manageable, but he wasn't as easy for her to read as Harry was. Of course, the person who could read his thoughts most easily was Ron.

"You don't know how powerful I was just now. I knocked Pansy's wand away with a 'swish' and took out my own wand with a 'swish'."

Su Xingchen said this with a little pride unconsciously, after all, this was the only "achievement" she could show off at Hogwarts.

Draco listened quietly, without any extra expression.

"I even scared her and made her run away. Is that okay?"

"You did nothing wrong. It was Pansy who started the trouble first." Draco paused for a moment. "I'll go talk to her and ask her to stop bothering you."

Well, although Su Xingchen is not sure whether Draco did something bad, it is confirmed that he does not like Pansy Parkinson.

The bell for class rang.

"I'm going back to class." Draco stood up and left. He had his first class this afternoon. He had almost reached the classroom when Goyle came to talk to him about this matter.

"Go, go." Su Xingchen looked at the hurried back and tapped his chin.

He ran faster than a rabbit, and he still dared to say he wasn't hiding from her? There must be something wrong with this guy!

But what is it?

Su Xingchen racked his brains but couldn't think of anything special this year.

As he was about to leave the end of the corridor in the vestibule, Draco looked back at the person in the center of the vestibule.

The girl was bathed in the sunshine, and the light shining on her fair skin seemed to glow with golden light, highlighting her delicate eyebrows and eyes.

She frowned, thinking about something, which made people want to comfort her.

A ripple passed through his heart, just like the evening that disturbed his mind.

He suddenly laughed, as if he understood his own abnormality.

However, there is no rush.

He wanted to see more clearly.

He will see more clearly.

The day before the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff match, the wind and rain were stronger than ever, banging against the windows and making the unexpected clear sky last Friday seem like an illusion.

The corridors and classrooms were very dim, so more torches and candles were lit.

Harry's mind was full of thoughts about tomorrow's match, and Oliver Wood always came to him during the break to give him advice.

Wood talked for too long, and Harry suddenly realized that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had already started ten minutes ago, so he ran away.

Wood was still shouting from behind: "Diggory turns very fast, Harry, you have to find a way to entangle him!"

Harry stopped in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, opened the door and rushed in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lupin, I'm late..." Harry didn't finish his words when he realized that the person looking at him on the podium was not Lupin, but Snape.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. So I take ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down."

Harry didn't move. "Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He said he was feeling unwell today, so he couldn't come to class." Snape's smile was a little grim. "Did I ask you to sit down?"

Su Xingchen rubbed his forehead speechlessly in his seat. This kid is being stubborn again.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry remained where he was.

"No danger to his life." Snape's black eyes sparkled, and his expression was as if he hoped Lupin's life was in danger, which was what Harry thought.

"Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to tell you to sit down a third time, fifty points."

Harry walked slowly towards his seat.

"Today we are going to discuss..." Snape flipped through the textbook until the last chapter. No matter what, he knew for sure that they couldn't have learned this far.

"Werewolf."

"But, Professor," Hermione said, unable to control herself, "we shouldn't be learning about werewolves yet. We should be learning about hinkypunk now."

"Miss Granger," Snape said in a voice so calm it was frightening. "As I recall, this class was taught by me, not you. Now everyone, turn to page 394."

He glanced at the class again, "Hurry!"