MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 66 Actually, my favorite is the poison

Well, today's update, the reason is that it was shipped yesterday. The Ring of Doom is really not easy. This is my first wild. As for why it was shipped yesterday and updated today, the reason is very simple. It was past eleven o'clock when it shipped, and the update was too late, so I put it today.

Well, the morale has dropped so much recently, let me play for a few days and then pick up the morals to accompany you to fight the pain!

Ask for recommendations, ask for blessings!

By the way, the bookstore is over, nothing else, just let me know.

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What happened in the Screaming Shack in the afternoon of this day was not blown to Hogwarts by the wind. The people here still study and live as before. The influence of the secret room incident will soon fade away under the washing of time. Many people put their energy on the upcoming Christmas, although it is still a month away from Christmas.

For students, vacation is the first priority. God knows how many students are looking forward to the winter and summer vacations when the school starts.

In Slytherin's common room, Draco was carefully checking and correcting with a flying broom, and it was rare to be meticulous. Tomorrow is Saturday, the first Quidditch match of the school year between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and, in a sense, the first head-to-head match between Draco and Harry, last year. Leigh missed the game with a final injury issue.

Using pliers to adjust a slightly bent branch, Draco raised his head and looked at Asker who was sitting across from him holding a book and reading intently, "Where are you going to play for Christmas?"

Asker shook his head, his face was covered by the wide pages of a book, his voice was a little dull: "...I don't know, maybe I'll stay at school this Christmas."

"That would be very boring."

"I know, but I can't remember where to go."

Hearing Asker say that, Draco quickly put down his broom and moved to Asker's side, "You can come to my house!"

Asker moved the book down a bit, looked at Draco with a worried expression, and asked, "What are you going to do at your house?"

"Play."

"What's the fun in your house?" Ask yawned, "If you really have fun stuff in your house, why would you drag me over? I think you're boring at home alone." Turning a page, Ask turned his attention back to the book, "Also, can you represent your family? Would they want me to be a guest at your house by myself?"

"Uh……"

Draco has nothing to say, let's not talk about whether Draco can represent the wishes of the Malfoy Manor family. A person like Ask is probably not liked by most people. If he goes to Malfoy Manor, there may be unpleasant things.

"By the way, tomorrow is the match against Gryffindor. Is it really okay for you to sleep so late?"

Asker raised his head and checked the time. It was almost midnight now. Although the Quidditch match was on the second day, at 11:00 noon on Saturday, even if he usually stayed up late for exams and homework, Della Ke also didn't go to bed so late, it's a bit abnormal today.

"...Ah, it's already so late!"

Draco seemed to realize that it was very late. This was not acting. He didn't care about the time when he was trimming his flying broom before. If it wasn't for Asker's reminder, I'm afraid he hadn't realized it yet.

Asker closed the book, turned his head to look directly at Draco, and asked lightly, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Draco was stunned for a moment, then shook his head sharply, "How is that possible! How could I be afraid!"

Although Draco tried his best to cover it up, Asker had already seen through everything. He didn't say anything, just patted Draco on the shoulder and encouraged: "Didn't you look forward to this game for a long time? Come on, I will meet tomorrow. Going to watch your game... Then again, I don't seem to have watched a Quidditch game seriously."

Draco smiled dryly: "...Should I be happy?"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Draco's reaction, Ask looked at Draco with contempt, "As a mortal with no talent on a flying broom... Do you think I would like the sport of Quidditch? Something like you'd love exams?"

"..."

Asker taught a serious lesson: "If it were me, and someone who never paid attention to Quidditch came to watch my game, I would definitely be moved to tears."

"It's too exaggerated!"

"It's not an exaggeration at all. There was once a man. When I ran over to watch his game, he was so moved that he fainted!" Ask said triumphantly.

Draco's mouth twitched a few times, "...Didn't you just say you haven't watched a Quidditch game seriously?"

"Yeah, but that time, that person fainted with emotion, and the game was cancelled. I didn't see it." Ask said regretfully.

Draco doesn't want to complain anymore, how could the Quidditch match be cancelled because of someone's problem, otherwise the Gryffindor game last year wouldn't have been lost because of Harry's problem, they could have cancelled it Game, come back later. Therefore, Draco took Asker's words as bragging and didn't care. After Asker said this, though, Draco felt less nervous now than he had been at first.

After Asker talked a bit, he suddenly changed his style of painting. That's right, it's not the words, but the style of painting. Originally, he should be in the style of funny four-frame comics, but now it has suddenly become a **** short story.

"Draco, do you like Quidditch?"

Some couldn't accept Asker's change, so Draco could only nodded stiffly. In fact, he didn't know whether he liked it or not.

Asker's glasses flashed white, and he supported his chin with his hands crossed, his head lowered slightly. This look made Draco a little confused, and there seemed to be a very strong aura surrounding it, I saw Asker say in a low voice: "If you really like it, then treat it as a glory, not a show. ."

"..."

Draco felt that he and Asker should not be in the same comic grid now~www.novelbuddy.com~ Because he really didn't know how to respond with an expression or an answer, he could only choose to be silent, and at the same time express his point of view with his eyes- —

Eyes stand: Ask, you went to the wrong set again!

I don't know if I should be happy or not. Anyway, Draco couldn't be happy, because although Asker's style of painting had turned into a funny four-frame comic again, this was also something he couldn't accept and understand.

"What's your expression!" Asker shouted in dissatisfaction: "You should answer like this: 'Coach, I want to play Quidditch!' Why don't you follow the script!"

"...It's getting late, I'll go back to rest first."

Draco thought it would be better for him to go back to rest. If he continued talking, he felt that he might be brainwashed by Asker. He didn't want to be like Asker...

"It's really hard to find a word that can be used as a judgment!" Draco thought with an unusual headache on the way back.

When Draco was gone, Asker put down the book, stood up and moved a bit, he walked towards the door of the common room. Opening the door, he walked along the corridor to the end of the stairs. Ask took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and walked down the stairs to the first floor with a smirk. He has one important thing to do tonight, and it's about where he can go this Christmas.

Asker will not forget that he still has a promise with someone, but he can't wait.

Well, Quidditch matches don't end because of someone's problems, right?

That's really good!