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Vio was about to tease Draco when the other sat down silently next to her quilt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Was he planning to snatch his hospital bed? The attitude changes a little quickly.,Said to be gentle and obedient.、Cute like a kitten can brush the hair?

Vio was a little dumbfounded, and wanted to speak directly, but looking at his awe-inspiring aura, he felt that it was better to be tactful, after all, if she really wanted to fight, she was still weak.

"Draco, are you going to tell me where you hid your diary?" This is the only reason that Vio can think of at the moment that he will be left alone.

Although this question didn't make his expression change much, Vio noticed that his pupils had shrunk and the muscles in his arms were tense.

She pretended not to notice Draco's small movements, and just waited quietly.

After a moment, Draco pursed his thin lips before taking a small, square wooden box from his pocket and handing it to Vio.

"It's up to you to decide what to do with him with Santriel."

Vio took the wooden box with a circle of patterns carved on the surface, and instead of opening it immediately, he asked, "Space magic?" ”

Draco nodded, a wooden box of this size couldn't hold a diary other than casting spatial magic on it.

Vio rotated the delicate wooden box in his hand for a week, and then found the word Malfoy on the far left of the back, looking at the carving and the color of the wood, this wooden box was first carved by hand, and then a layer of spatial magic was cast by the wizard, it should be an ancestral item of the Malfoy family.

"It's all Riddle's fault this time. So I left Riddle's diary and sent it to you along with this box. Draco frowned, his gaze falling on a bunch of lavender at the head of the bed.

The end of April and the beginning of May is when the first lavender flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance of these flowers is refreshing, the color is rich, and it is the time of the best quality, and it can be seen that the person who sent the flowers has chosen very carefully.

"Young noble master, you're making excuses." Vio retorted to him mercilessly, "Why didn't you think when you got the journal that I'm also a pureblood, and you really don't need any help from your allies?" ”

Draco's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again.

"Did I hear me wrong?" Draco pulled his lips and sneered, "Could it be that Miss Santriel, who spends her days hanging out with half-bloods, Muggles, and pure-blood traitors, also has dreams of a pure-blood restoration?" ”

So that's all this guy thinks about except for potions?

"Vio looked at Draco and felt helpless, oh my God, why did he always save himself at a critical moment last year, if someone else like Harry, or Ron, or Neville came to save her.

This kind of life in Cao Ying's heart and Han is really difficult.

In particular, as a traverser who knew everything about the future of "Cao Ying" but couldn't say anything in advance, VIO couldn't do it at all, knowing that the Malfoy family would inevitably lose miserably if it continued, and still not intervene in anything.

"Now, I can't guarantee anything else. However, there is a point. Vio thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "If it really comes to the day when pureblood and Muggle relations are irreconcilable, I will stand by your side." ”

Draco stared at her with those calm silver-blue-gray eyes, not blinking.

Vio didn't shy away either, she continued, "But, can you also stand by my side and try to talk to Muggles, you can obviously have a good chat with Xiao Luo"

"Don't you have a little bit of your own assertiveness and stance that you have always insisted on, Santriel?" Draco interrupted her coldly, the little warmth in his eyes that had been generated by Vio's assurances disappeared again, "Eclectic people are always like people. ”

"Hey, cough cough," Vio tried to contradict him in a hurry, but she coughed angrily, she covered her mouth and coughed a few times, and she could even feel the smell of blood in her mouth, and the pain came out of nowhere.

Vio felt that he was really troubled, how could he make it clear to Draco that half-bloods would inevitably become the general trend, and to restore the declining pure-blood glory was tantamount to being a mantis arm in front of the history of this world, and the end was already doomed.

"Can you tell me where you got the inspiration for such retro as the Pureblood Restorative?" Vio let out a sigh of relief, then asked with a faint breath.

Draco looked at her inquisitive gaze, and many images flashed through his mind at once, the differential treatment of Mr. Santrill in Borgenbock's shop, his father said to himself that Muggles were garbage, and that Slytherin had too much to say in the other three houses, but he didn't know where to start in the face of Santriel's eyes that seemed to attract souls.

Only he knows that this kind of thinking did not come about on a whim.

Suddenly there was another fishy sweetness in his throat, and Vio coughed again.

Draco raised his hand, as if intending to help her raise the pillow, but put it in his pocket with some chagrin before he could touch it, and then he stood up and said with a blank face, "Santriel, I hope you recover soon." But I doubt you'll survive the professor's potions exam. ”

Vio shrunk under the covers and never wanted to see him again.

Vio hid under the quilt and listened, and after a while, it was quiet outside, there was no footsteps, and Vio finally couldn't help but poke his head out of the quilt

Facing Draco's probing eyes, he saw Draco's face magnify many times and get closer to him, and Vio quickly shrank back.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Vio was so ashamed in the quilt that she should not have looked at it coldly.

"Hahaha, Santriel, don't tell me that you're going to suffocate yourself like this in order not to take the exam." Draco's face brightened for a moment, and he actually laughed.

"If you don't leave, I'll call Madam Pomfrey!" Vio urged angrily, and at the same time thought angrily: How could I hold back because of the exam, obviously, because you are too close.

"It's funny that you're so cowardly, Santriel." Draco didn't pay any attention to her threat, but Vio coughed again under the covers, and he decided to leave and let her poke her head out of the covers to rest normally.

"Goodbye. Santriel, I'll tell the professor that you've entrusted me with the ghostwriting for your Potions exam. Don't be too grateful. As Draco's words fell, the door closed softly.

Vio carefully lifted the quilt to let herself breathe, and after staying in the quilt for so long, she felt that her face was already feverish, and it was almost the beginning of summer, and the weather was really getting warmer day by day. (To be continued.) )