gray eye to gray eye

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"Okay, honey, you can come back tonight and help Draco bring his homework!" Blaise comforted.

"Oh, no, what Draco needs most now is to take a good rest. Those homework can be done later, maybe you can ask the professors to waive Draco's homework..." Pansy seemed to have found a new goal, and finally stopped crying...

"Draco, pass the kettle." He said habitually in Wednesday's herbal medicine class.

In the first herb class of this semester, the head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout, assigned us the task of watering and fertilizing a kind of herb for the class.

After assigning tasks to each student, Professor Sprout went to the other side to concentrate on taking care of the other rare herbs.

It took a long time before he realized that Draco was admitted to the medical wing due to injuries.

It's just that I don't know when I'm completely used to being almost inseparable from Draco...

By Thursday morning, we were in Potions class with the Gryffindor students when Draco suddenly appeared in class.

His walking posture was a bit weird, and he didn't dare to move his arms too much, probably for fear of pulling the scar on his back.

We have already found a partner and started brewing the potion.

Professor Snape arranged for Draco to sit in an empty seat, without asking him to do anything.

Today we learn to make potions, which is a shrinking solution, and Draco almost practiced it during the summer vacation of the first grade.

"Professor," Draco called out maliciously, looking around at Potter and Weasley, "Professor, I need someone to help cut some daisy roots, because the wounds haven't fully grown - I want to observe this The new potion cut—"

"Weasley, take Malfoy to the root." Professor Snape said while sitting on the podium without raising his head.

Weasley was as red as his hair with rage, and was still scooping up some snake fang powder in his hand to be weighed.

"Go, leave it here!" Potter raised his head from above the cauldron and said.

Weasley walked over with a displeased face.

"The arm is fine at all," he said to Draco angrily.

Draco smirked across the table.

Withdrawing his gaze, refocusing his attention on the cauldron, he smiled apologetically at his class partner, a Slytherin student who hadn't said a few words.

"They're funny, aren't they?" he whispered.

"Oh, oh, yes!" she replied, looking at the boy next to her unexpectedly.

"My name is Gudolph Evan, Miss Farmily, I am very happy with my partner!" It happened that the potion needed to be simmered for 5 minutes, and Gudolf Evan extended his hand with a smile.

"It's the same!" She shook his fingers in embarrassment.

I can't believe it, it's already the third grade, and even a classmate of the grade didn't recognize it all!

"professor!"

Over there, Draco and Weasley were in trouble again.

Draco drawled, "Weasley cut up the root in various ways, Professor! Is this what the knife requires?"

Professor Snape approached their table, glanced down at the daisy root that Weasley had just cut, "This is for you, Weasley!"

"But, Professor—" Ron Weasley cried anxiously.

Although I don't know what effect the different sizes and shapes of the daisy roots will have on the potion, but it must be too late for Potter to make a new cut, because according to the instructions written by Professor Snape on the blackboard, there are at most two or three minutes left. About to add daisy root to the potion.

"Now," said Professor Snape, narrowing his eyes, in his most dangerous tone.

Weasley walked around the table with the dish of grotesque daisy roots in his mouth, scooping up his own beautifully cut daisy roots to Draco.

"And, Professor, someone needs to peel the figs," Draco continued, his voice full of mischievous glee.

"Potter, you can peel the figs with Malfoy." Professor Snape was very cooperative.

I'm sure Potter and Weasley's grades will be t (very poor) in this class!

How could it be possible to boil the potion well like this!

"Miss Farmly, can you pass me those roots?"

"Of course, of course, I'm sorry!" Passing the things over in a hurry, "You can call me Sharon, Gudolph! Can you call me Gudolph?"

"It's an honor, Sharon!" Gudolph Evan said with a smile.

A smile appeared from the bottom of my heart. In general, things are not that bad, are they!

Draco's wounds were almost healed, and Pansy finally stopped crying and made new friends...

Next, at the end of this class, Professor Snape asked the students to heat up their respective potions, then experimented with Longbottom's potion and his toad, and finally deducted five points from Gryffindor. Finally, it ended in twists and turns.

"Goodbye, Gudolf!" Quickly packed up his things, only had time to say goodbye to his new friends, and hurried to Draco's side.

"Honey, is the injury healed? How did you get out of the hospital? Will there be any sequelae..." Pansy had already surrounded Draco and asked non-stop.

"No, Madam Pomfrey told me to continue changing the dressing every day." Draco replied lazily.

Crabbe and Goyle carefully guarded Draco's sides, fearing that someone would squeeze his injured back.

"Is it still painful?" asked worriedly.

;"It's much better! Stop here, guys!" Dracola warned in a long tone.

Seeing this, Daphne swallowed the question on her lips...

When we arrived at the auditorium, the four long dining tables were already full of people.

The Hogwarts lunch was rich and delicious as usual, and it was the best treat for a group of growing children who had another morning of classes!

Pulling out the chair, he smiled at Gudolph Evan not far away, as a greeting, and began to choose his favorite food.

"Oh, oh-"

Draco put down the tableware in his hand and said angrily, "Why can't Hogwarts prepare some slightly tender steaks?"

Suppressing a smile, he pushed a piece of steak he had cut into Draco's face, and brought over the horrible steak in front of him by the way.

"Honey, it can be used!" Pan Xi stretched out her arms and handed her dinner plate over.

"Think it's pork?" Draco said angrily, picking up a piece of steak that was just big enough for a bite.

Pansy withdrew his arm in disappointment.

Bryce and Daphne lowered their heads and laughed secretly...

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Is it afternoon now?

There is another update at night, Jiang Yue try to gain weight!

I haven't surfed the Internet for a few days, and I was paged by the editor as soon as I logged on to QQ today, so this article has been delayed until now and I am going to start v!

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This Friday v, it will be very fat at the third watch!

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66 Steak

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