"I'm sorry, Draco!"

Lin An hurriedly said, "I have thought it through. At the very least, I can still run if I can't beat it. And, you're there, and I know you're going to tell the professors!"

She reached out and gripped Draco's white palm tightly.

He is only 11 years old, and his palms are still a little fleshy, and he feels very good.

For such a friend who is full of eyes and only has his own eyes, anyone will be so respectful and loving, right?

On a dark brown velvet couch, Draco wears an inky waistcoat with the Hogwarts coat of arms on his left chest. And the silver-green tie was meticulously tucked into his vest.

At this moment, his face was particularly pale against the light golden hair, and on this pale cheek, two traces of crimson born of anger flew out.

His pale mouth is constantly exuding resentment and dissatisfaction hidden in his heart:

"I knew it! As long as Scarhead comes, no matter what kind of danger it is, you are willing to go!"

"You're even willing to deal with trolls for him!"

"And that abominable scar! You're a freshman, too, why—what are you looking at?!"

He finally reacted, and at this moment, looking at Lin An's eyes, there seemed to be a volcano.

"You're wandering, aren't you?" He sneered, "That's right, Slytherin's glory only needs to listen to the call of the Savior."

Lin An came back to his senses at this time, and at the moment he was hesitant, his eyes dodging.

She couldn't answer Draco's question.

Because just now, she looked at Draco's angry, cute face and lost her mind.

The two looked at each other, and for some reason, Draco's cheeks flushed, and even the pinna of his ears turned pink.

He shook off Lin An's hand as if he was burned, and then jumped up directly from the sofa:

"Anyway, Slytherin heroes, hang out with your Potter!"

Then he rushed back to the dormitory with a fierce momentum.

Lin An sat on the sofa alone, and couldn't help but secretly at this moment - what should I do?

Draco was really angry.

At this moment, the balance in her heart is constantly shaking.

Reason told her that she should let Draco sleep well, and that tomorrow the young master might be awkwardly reconciled with him.

Can be emotionally ......

I don't know why, she inexplicably thought of the tragic cases of wanting her girlfriend to calm down and calm down, and finally broke up, and her heart trembled at the moment.

The next moment, she rushed directly to the boys' dormitory and knocked on the door:

"Draco, I seem to be feeling unwell......

There was no movement in the room.

Lin An ignored the curious freshmen around him who were probing his brains, and sighed softly at this moment: "That troll, it smashed the gate directly with that stick!" The ceiling was also smashed, and I was scared......

She's not lying.

People born in peacetime, seeing a troll is enough to shock the soul, but they still have to escape death under his violence-

Even if you know that the trolls won't win, you can ...... But she's not a threesome.

What's more, even if you know the ending, it's hard not to be afraid of such a monster, right?

Lin An said and spoke, and then the fear came to his heart, and gradually he couldn't talk anymore.

She stretched out her hand, and her two thin white palms were trembling uncontrollably, as if she could not bear this overly heavy fate.

With such courage and on-the-spot reaction, if she faced Voldemort one day, would she really have the courage to resist?

This dazed and lost was the opposite of her previous pride and self-satisfaction, and it almost crushed her self-confidence.

Just then, the door was pulled open, and Draco reached out, grabbed Lin An's wrist, and then dragged her in.