In the plant class, Draco stood next to Lin An, watching her skillfully handle the herbs, and said these words with determination.
Then he frowned in disgust: "I know that scar head..."
"Draco." Lin An was indeed in a bad mood.
"You are often proud of your noble family, but a truly educated person would not give people nicknames so casually."
Being called a nickname is not a happy memory.
"Okay," Draco was now used to her defending Harry. He frowned at first, and then a sly smile appeared in his gray-blue eyes:
"…that Potter."
"I've said it before, Gryffindor is a bunch of hypocrites."
Lin An sighed.
Gryffindor certainly has shortcomings, but doesn't Slytherin? These two houses really have deep-rooted prejudices, so much so that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are like background versions of the school.
But she didn't have the heart to say anything more at the moment.
Harry did make her feel a little uncomfortable.
At the beginning, she was at a loss and felt the bitterness of wandering under a bridge, and she wrote so many letters that were even more confused than her own situation.
No one knew how much Harry's reply and the three pennies attached to it made her, an irrelevant and indifferent adult, feel so hot in her heart.
But Harry is such a considerate person.
——Since Harry, who is sincere, passionate, beautiful, a little naughty, but can give all his wealth for strangers he has never met, everything has been different since he came to Hogwarts.
He failed in his duties as a student.
At least in Lin An's opinion, he was not qualified.
She didn't expect Harry to be a top student or have outstanding grades, but he had to have an attitude of previewing and reviewing, right?
She knew that Harry had some talent in Charms and was even better at Quidditch, but that was a genetic gift and did not come from his own experience.
Hogwarts is such a good closed school environment - you can't go out, you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, sports theory and practical classes are combined in many ways...
This magnificent world is unreservedly open to these young people who are most likely to gain knowledge.
But they are so free and undisciplined that they make life feel like a vacation.
For example, if Harry was willing to listen to the advice and preview, he would definitely not be unable to answer those two simple questions in Potions class.
And yesterday she sent Neville to the infirmary - this poor boy was probably too clumsy and stammering, and had always been insignificant and unlovable.
But despite this, Lin An always thought that since the students in the same dormitory were all boys, it would be easier for them to get familiar with each other, right?
She stayed there for half an hour before hurried to the potions office.
However, she didn't know until the Slytherin student who arranged to deliver dinner communicated with her at night -
No one from Gryffindor went there, not even a note of greeting.
Maybe with the help of magic potion, this won't be a big problem.
But the problem is that Gryffindor's dormitory is a large open room for five people, and each person has a bed. They are basically living in the same room!
Judging from Lin An's past experience, even if someone in the same dormitory has a headache and fever, he doesn't have to go to the infirmary, but he should still ask, right?
Even if it is hypocritical, it is better than such a straightforward and naked statement to others: We have completely ignored you.
But nothing.
This made Lin An so confused that he couldn't even remember the innocent, enthusiastic and unreserved boy in the letter.
but……
She looked at the two rock cakes in her pocket and sighed again.
Everyone has a period of adolescence that is silly, unbearable to look at, and even full of mistakes.
She thought about her behavior, forcing others to learn, saying unflattering words again and again, and now she wanted to interfere in his social circle...
Harry still has friends in the original novel, which proves his charm.
She turned her head and whispered to Draco: "Can you lend me your eagle owl tonight? I want to write a letter to Harry."
Draco's gray-blue eyes instantly filled with anger.
But in the end, he just said viciously:
"random."
The story naturally reaches this point. It is indeed difficult for the cold and rigid adults and the naughty, innocent and brave children to blend together.
