Chapter 1702: ?Golden Retriever

Everyone in the British magic world knew that Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort, and Draco was no exception.
He has always targeted Harry mainly because he only plays with the Weasley children.
After all, Harry Potter was definitely a man before the first grade. As a child of a wealthy family, Draco naturally felt that his friends should be the best, so he took the initiative to get on the train to make friends.
In the end, he was dusty and Harry didn't play with him.
He hasn't been so embarrassed since he was a child, and he lost face in front of two silly big followers.
So he has been with Harry ever since, but the most important thing is to deal with Ron. The red-haired boy is too stupid, he will be fooled if he is a little excited.
Really want to ask how much he hates Harry? Did that happen? It's just that I couldn't swallow that breath.
It is now in fourth grade, and most of the students have turned their attention to Miss Granger, who is the best student at Hogwarts.
Only Draco insisted on Harry, and felt that he should be friends with himself. Although the boy who survived the catastrophe had passed away and was nothing, the Golden Retriever classmates focused on him.
Seeing Harry, who was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, Draco stepped closer suspiciously.
The appearance of the other party is undoubtedly related to the photo in his hand, but I have never seen how sad Harry was because of the death of his parents.
Is there anything wrong with this photo?
Thinking of this question in his mind, Draco put the photo in front of him and looked at it carefully.
Very ordinary, two blond young men and women, who should be in sixth or seventh grade, laughed and took pictures in front of a fake fountain, posing in ordinary poses.
Draco looked away from the photo and looked at Harry sitting on the stump. The boy's black hair looked very greasy in the midday sun.
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! ! !
Classmate Golden Retriever's eyes suddenly widened. He hurriedly looked down at the photo, then looked up at Harry, and repeated this several times.
"hiss......"
He took a breath.
He got it, no wonder Harry was so devastated that he didn't even want to fight with himself when he was arguing.
This kind of thing can't be calm on anyone, because it means that many things in the past have become a mystery. Draco thought that if he knew that he was not a child of his parents one day, he would definitely collapse.
In the next second, an emotion called sympathy appeared in his heart. Harry was indeed a bit too miserable. If the person who thought it were his parents died, he was now facing the mystery of his life experience.
Although everyone usually releases curses to play pranks, they are definitely not enemies of life and death.
Draco felt that at this time, he still shouldn't do too much. On the contrary, in order to have opponents to play and have fun in the future, he should encourage Harry.
But this touched his blind spot of knowledge.
If you want him to say something sarcasm about others, you don't necessarily have to repeat words even for three days and nights.
But speaking of comforting others, cheering for others? He only knows the polite language of aristocrats. He felt that those were not enough, at least they could not comfort the injured heart of an orphan.
"Sorry."
After squeezing for a long time, Draco only came up with such a word. He turned his head and didn't look at Harry, but put the photo on the other's shoulder.
"Thank you."
Harry looked like a living corpse. After taking the photo, he looked down, as if looking for a secret, so focused.
The first time Draco heard Harry thank him, he became a little at a loss, rubbing both hands on the robe, but didn't know where to put it.
He frowned and said impatiently: "Don't thank me, I'll just call me Draco in the future, don't call me Mr. Malfoy, that will make me think that my father is behind."
"Ok."
The black-haired boy raised his head and grinned reluctantly at the little snake, which was uglier than crying.
Draco sighed in his heart and didn't know if he should tell Harry what he found. This guy also seemed to have noticed something wrong, but he probably hadn't thought of the last step, the most critical clue.
The evidence is in the most conspicuous place. Should I suggest it?
No, I still can't say, it's too close to the lake, what if Harry suddenly wants to throw himself into the lake?
Draco can't swim. It's a Muggle sport, soaking in the water with others in broad daylight only in shorts? It is absolutely impossible for a pure-blooded nobleman to do this kind of behavior.
So he decided to turn the subject away, thinking for a long time, suddenly a flash of inspiration:
"Mr. Porter, are you planning to sign up for this top ten competition? I am planning to sign up. Although it is definitely not better than Miss Granger, the second place is also good."
"You can also call me Harry, even though my dad died early." Harry said a sneer and shook his head as if he laughed at himself: "I'll let it go. Shame in front of many people."
This tone, this state of extreme loss, plus the deep gaze he occasionally cast towards the lake...
Draco suspected that Harry would commit suicide even if he did not discover the truth.
The Golden Retriever rubbed his face, feeling very stressed, he couldn't let Harry die in front of him.
He liked to fight Harry and Ron, but he didn't want to kill his classmates.
He hurriedly sat down next to Harry, put his arms around him, and fixed his shoulders to the stump to make sure that Harry wouldn't break free and jump into the lake, so he felt more at ease.
"Don't say that, you still have strengths. Although I don't want to admit it, your performance in physical education is better than me."
This is the fact. Professor Wilson’s educational policy for the Lions and Snake Institutes is the ‘barbaric body’ approach. If the courses of the Badger Institute and Eagle Institute are more like outings and picnics, it’s not so easy here.
Triathlons, heavy cross-country, running with logs, are exactly the process of Muggle training special forces.
Among other things, now under the robes of Draco and Harry, those are all strong muscles, piece by piece, otherwise it would not be possible to support Harry to shoot a rifle in the gun store for a day, right?
That's what Draco said. For example, in the 10,000-meter long-distance race, Harry's score in the third grade last semester was less than 50 minutes, but he was over 50 minutes, so slow by dozens of seconds.
Harry shook his head. Although this result passed, the professor said that many Muggle peers can run into the forty points. Hermione Granger's latest result is an inhuman statistic of 100 meters and 7 seconds. Listen Said that when she grows up, her legs and feet will grow faster.
It's really that people are more deadly than people, and they can't run with a girl of age, and he is really a waste.
"Draco, look at this black lake, how beautiful it is. Sleeping under this water surface shouldn't have so much trouble, right?"
Harry smiled deeply at Draco~EbookFREE.me~ His eyes were completely confused by the loser.
He meant to refer to the Slytherin common room.
All the little snakes really slept in the cellar below the black lake, simply sleeping underwater. Most of the Snake Yards are children of pure-blooded noble families. Harry could not imagine the happiness of rich people, so he felt that they had no trouble.
This is what I said before.
But under the current circumstances, Draco had a completely different meaning.
go to bed? carefree? Is it the kind of eternal "sleep"? !
He hugged Harry quickly and dragged him to the castle: "No! Harry, don't do this, let's go to the infirmary and let Madam Pomfrey see what's wrong with you. It doesn't matter if you are sick, don't Abandon treatment."
　　
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