HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

The blurry fragments in Landric's mind became clear.

He leaned against Draco and clicked his tongue.

Draco made way for Landric so he could lie down, and then called out to shoo away the two eyesores, "You two can get lost."

Hermione and Harry stared at Draco in disbelief, as if he had committed some heinous crime.

Draco's temper was definitely not so good at this moment. Although his wand could no longer release magic, his cold eyes still made the two feel a sense of intimidation.

"Stop, stop looking at me like that. I feel like you're going to Avada Kedavra me. I'm leaving," Hermione said, very pragmatically.

She also saw Landric turn over and saw the hand covering his ear, knowing that Landric was awake and felt there were too many people in the space.

Of course, a team can't always consist of smart people.

Harry was oblivious to the situation; his feet seemed rooted to the spot, and he refused to move an inch.

Hermione forcibly pulled him up, took two steps back, accelerated, and sprinted forward. Leo delivered a flying kick, and off he went!

Two people flew out of a door at the same time, and their mouths twitched when they saw Draco.

No wonder Hermione was willing to play with Harry. His personality is completely like cotton; he didn't show the slightest anger after being kicked, he just rubbed his bottom and left.

Offending Harry is the same as not offending him at all.

The two annoying guys left, and Draco looked at Landric, who had his back to him, with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Landric felt the intense gaze behind him, but remained unmoved.

"Bro, at least pretend for a second," Draco's smile was truly bitter. "At least try to fool me into thinking you don't actually care that much about the past?"

Landric said in a muffled voice, "I don't actually care that much about the past."

Draco laughed in exasperation and simply turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

Autumn has arrived, and the withered yellow has begun to sweep across the plants as if it were an uninhabited land.

Hmm, it's getting a bit cold.

Draco pulled his robes tighter.

Landric fell asleep again in the silence.

Draco appeared to be admiring the scenery, but he was actually paying a lot of attention to his brother, so he reached out and smoothed out the brows that were furrowed even in his sleep.

Autumn kills, winter kills.

……

Harry was furious. "Why did you kick my butt?"

Hermione didn't even glance at him, pulled a book from Harry's luggage, casually spread it on the table, and then replied with a random, read message: "A Pillow of Peace."

Hermione spoke in Chinese, so Harry couldn't understand her at all, and felt that Hermione had become even more pretentious over the summer.

"Pretend to be dead," Harry rolled his eyes at Hermione, mimicking her earlier gesture.

Is Hermione the type to indulge him? Absolutely not.

A large book was thrown at Harry, and he drifted off to sleep peacefully.

He even stubbornly gave Hermione the middle finger before closing his eyes (＞皿＜)凸.

Hermione flipped through the book that was open in front of her.

"Prophecy?" This damn Harry actually believes in this?

But we should believe it, isn't he the child of prophecy?

Hermione shrugged, thinking Harry was old-fashioned and superstitious.

The pages were turned one by one, and then stopped at a marked sheet.

Ominous signs of death: What should you do when you know the worst is about to happen?

Harry's handwriting appeared below the question: If we can't change things, then it can't be just me being bad; everyone should be like me!!!

Hermione frowned.