"You're in a bad mood."

In the botanical class, Draco stood next to the forest bank, watching her skillfully handle the herbs, and said this with certainty.

Then he frowned in disgust: "I knew that Scarhead......"

"Draco." Lin An's mood was indeed bad.

"You are often proud of your aristocratic family, but a truly cultured person would not give people nicknames so casually."

Being nicknamed is not a good memory.

"Alright," Draco was now accustomed to her maintenance of Harry, frowning, then a sly smile welling up in his gray-blue eyes:

“…… That Potter. ”

"As I said earlier, Gryffindors are hypocrites."

Lin An sighed.

Gryffindor certainly has shortcomings, but Slytherin doesn't? The two houses are so ingrained in their stereotypes that both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff feel like sets in the school.

But she didn't have the heart to say anything more at the moment.

Harry did make her a little uncomfortable.

At the beginning, with the bitterness of being at a loss and wandering the bridge, she wrote so many letters that were even more dazed than her own situation.

No one knew how much heat had poured out of Harry's heart, with a reply letter and three pennies enclosed with it, had made her heart, an indifferent and indifferent adult.

But that's what kind of Harry is.

- Sincere, passionate, pretty, a little mischievous, but can give all his wealth to strangers he never knows, Harry, since coming to Hogwarts, everything has been different.

He failed to do his duty as a student.

At least in Lin An's opinion, it is not qualified.

She didn't expect Harry to be a top student or how good his grades were, but she had to make an attitude of pre-study and revision, right?

She knew that Harry had some talent for spells, and that Quidditch was the best, but it was a gift of genetics, not 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, and sports theory and practical classes are combined......

This magnificent world is opening up unreservedly to these young people who are most likely to gain knowledge.

But they are so free and loose that they make life feel like a vacation.

For example, if Harry had been willing to listen to the advice, Potions would not have been able to answer even those two simple questions.

And yesterday she had sent Neville to the infirmary—the poor boy had probably been too clumsy and stammering to be non-existent and unpleasant.

But despite this, Lin An always thought that the students in the same dormitory were all boys, so it would be easier to get acquainted with them, right?

She was there for half an hour before hurrying to the Potions office.

However, it wasn't until the Slytherin student who arranged for dinner to communicate with her during the night that she knew—

Not a single person in the entire Gryffindor went, not even a single note greeting.

Maybe with the potions, it's not a big deal.

But the problem is that Gryffindor's dormitory is a large open room for five people, and each person has a bed, which is equivalent to living in one room!

Based on Lin An's past experience, even if the dormitory person has a headache and brain fever, he can not go to the infirmary, but he should always ask, right?

Even if it is hypocritical, it is better than such a straightforward and naked Zhao farewell to others: We have completely ignored you.

But nothing.

This made Lin An a little in a trance, and he couldn't remember the innocent and enthusiastic boy in the letter.

But......

She looked at the two rock loaves in her pocket and sighed again.

Everyone has an adolescence that is stupid and can't bear to look at it directly, and even is full of mistakes.

She thinks about her own behavior, while forcing others to learn, saying unpleasant things three times and twice, and now interfering in his social circle......

Harry still has friends in the original book, which is enough to prove his charisma.

She turned her head and whispered to Draco, "Can you lend me your eagle owl tonight?" I'm going to write a letter to Harry. ”

Draco's gray-blue eyes instantly welled up with anger.

But in the end, he just said viciously:

"Whatever you want."