Lin An looked at Draco with a serious expression:

"For example, I know that my dear little dragon really wants to be friends with me, and he is indeed making changes, thank you for your tolerance and understanding, and good listening."

Pansy snorted behind her.

Draco's face flushed instantly.

He originally wanted to accuse Lin An - since being a friend can't ask the other party to blindly obey him, why do you always ask him:

Draco, don't say mudbloods anymore!

Draco, don't call him Scarhead!

Draco, no ......

But at this moment, all these questions are gone.

His pale skin was a pale pink, and his gray-blue eyes were watery, like a clear sky rarely seen in London.

If you look closely, you can see that his light blonde hair, which is usually groomed and smooth, seems to be a little less hairspray today, and it looks much fluffier and smoother.

Lin An really couldn't hold back, looked at the little boy next to her who was half a head shorter than her, and quickly touched his head.

Then before Draco got angry, he exclaimed:

"Draco, is your Malfoys' hair so flowing and smooth? Your hair feels nice and soft to the touch. Don't put on so much hairspray again. Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day you will become bald. ”

Draco wanted to retort: he was using the magic hairspray that had been custom-made by their Malfoy family for generations, and it was impossible for him to be bald!

"Or ......" Lin An's slender fingertips dotted his hairline, and then slid through the roots of his hair and slid back slightly.

A strange shivering sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and then rushed down Draco's back all the way to the Heavenly Spirit Gai!

After the fingertips left, the poor little dragon trembled.

But Lin An didn't notice it at all, and just said seriously: "You don't want to wait for your hairline to recede from here after you are twenty years old, right?" ”

Who cares about the hairline at this point?

Draco pursed his lips and glared at her, trying to tell her not to move her hands and feet, Malfoy's venerable head was not allowed to be touched by ordinary people!

Before he could speak, however, the group was already face to face with Harry.

Hermione opened her mouth cheerfully, as if to ask for a note. But the Slytherin students on the other side looked at her with different expressions, so much so that she retreated.

Harry looked at Timber.

She was still so confident, and so easily won the support and popularity of others, that even the haughty Malfoy obeyed her.

Maybe this friend is dispensable and insignificant.

On the other hand, apart from Ron and Hermione, there is not even anyone who has made an appointment to go to and from class together, is it really that there is something wrong with him?

His green eyes looked at Lin An through the clear glasses, as if with a thin layer of mist, his black hair was messy, and his chin was more and more pointed, and the whole person looked dazed and pitiful.

Draco frowned, not eating Potter at all, but before he could speak, Lin An was already smiling.

"Harry." Her voice was very gentle: "I know you must not have read the letter yet, and I look forward to your reply." ”

"Or, on a Friday night at the Quidditch pitch, you'd be willing to stay a little longer."