"We would never spit on the ground like you do, especially not on other people's faces!"
"Alright, alright!"
Harry and Hermione stopped Ron from rushing over to fight Draco.
"Aren't you afraid to mess with him? You'll behave once he tells his father."
Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's waist and forcefully pushed him down.
Ron, who had already gotten off the stool, bumped his butt back onto it.
Draco, on the other hand, kept turning back to make faces at the three little ones as he walked.
Seeing that he had gone far enough, Draco casually found a pillar and leaned against it.
He was panting, his hand touching his heart, which was pounding wildly.
Perhaps because his heart was pumping blood too fast, Draco's originally pale and thin face turned bright red.
He squatted down against the pillar, taking in the beautiful murals on the roof.
What is drawn on the top?
Is this the birth of Venus?
Draco squinted, trying to see the details of the mural clearly, but his eyes began to feel dizzy.
Strange, whose face is this? The lips are so red!
Draco suddenly woke up and jumped up from the floor.
Damn it, it's Harry's face.
Xiao Long subconsciously touched his mouth and looked around like a thief.
The three little ones are no longer sitting on the lawn behind them; they must have just left.
His face was burning hot; you could tell it was very red without even looking.
"Damn it, this awful weather is unbearably hot!"
Feeling guilty, Draco cursed loudly at the empty space in front of him.
Then he lowered his head and ran very fast.
It's so strange, how come Harry Potter's lips are so red?
She looks to be in good health.
Red lips and white teeth.
Xiao Long's thoughts were now as chaotic as yarn that had been tossed around by his son.
On the way back to Slytherin's dormitory, inappropriate questions kept popping into my head.
"Boss!"
Crabbe and Goyle were reading in the Slytherin common room.
Upon seeing Draco, he immediately greeted him.
As a result, Draco scrambled up the stairs as if some terrifying monster was chasing him.
They weren't even given a proper view.
"hiss!"
Crabbe and Gore exclaimed in surprise.
They heard the loud thud of Draco's knees hitting the ground and couldn't help but feel as if they were experiencing the same pain, as if bruises were forming on their knees.
Xiaolong ran back to the dormitory quickly, stretched out his arms like a sugar hyena, and pounced onto the bed.
Then I covered myself completely with the blanket.
Don't ask why you don't wrap yourself up.
Since that incident in first grade, Draco has never wrapped himself in a blanket in bed again.
Lying on the bed, Draco was extremely annoyed. He clenched his fists, stuck out his buttocks, and frantically pounded the bed.
Are you sick?
ah!
So what if Voldemort is resurrected? Isn't that a good thing for the Malfoy family?
It would be great if Voldemort won; then let's see who dares to mess with him!
Even Tian from that nouveau riche Gonzalez family won't do!
As I was thinking, the force with which I was pounding the bed suddenly lessened.
Because there was no air left in the blanket, Xiaolong was afraid he would suffocate.
With his head covered in a messy white-gold clump, Draco quietly peeked out from under the covers.
Is nobody here?
Nobody's here.
That's good.
Xiao Long relaxed and started taking a casual stroll in the bedroom, whistling as he did so.
He aimed at the target and snatched Crabbe's mirror with a swift movement.
Is my face still very red?
Xiao Longdun used his magic wand to illuminate his handsome face and carefully observed it in the mirror.
It's still a little red...
I was probably too excited just now.
After tidying up his prized platinum blonde hair, Xiaolong carefully examined his face.
Her eyes and hair are the same color as her father's.
Xiao Long's gaze continued downwards.
The nose looks like my mom's, but it also looks like my dad's.
Where's the mouth? The mouth...
Why are his lips bluish-white? He looks so weak.
Draco then thought of Harry's bright red lips.
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