Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 139 Ha... Harry

Arriving at the platform, Draco suddenly spoke up.

"This... this doesn't count. I'm letting you hold it just because of etiquette."

Draco lowered his head, the back of his neck visible through his hair was red.

"I know. Miss Malfoy doesn't hold hands with anyone."

"Don't tell anything, stupid Potter!"

With tacit understanding, they summoned a double seat from the few remaining seats.

When the egg-shaped shield opened, Harry helped Draco in first, then jumped up.

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The seat took the two of them to the core position at the front of the first-class carriage.

Although there were two layers of shielding, the noise from the stadium could still be clearly heard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome everyone!"

"Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

As Ludo Bagman gave the opening remarks, the stadium erupted with a noise that could almost blow up the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

"Now, let me introduce to you the Bulgarian team's mascot entering the stadium!"

The noise instantly turned into the ghostly howling of men in the room.

It seemed that many male audience members almost fell out of the audience seats in order to get close to Mira.

Even in the first-class cabin, one could hear the dull thud of bodies hitting the egg-shaped shield.

But Harry and Draco didn't seem to notice the change in the content of the noise around them, and just thought it was the constant noise of the stadium.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly.

Although there was no need for support, Harry still clenched his hands on the love sofa.

Draco pretended not to notice and kept his hand lightly placed on Harry's palm.

"It's been a long time, Draco."

Harry saw himself in Draco's clear eyes, and his blushing looked a little ridiculous.

"H...long time no see, Potter."

Draco didn't dare to look at Harry for too long. He gently withdrew his hand and looked away.

I just felt heat in my head and neck. Under normal circumstances, I might have mistakenly thought I was sick and had a fever.

"Are you still going to call me Potter?"

Harry ventured to ask, somewhat uneasily.

Panicked, Draco took a quick breath and sat aside.

She leaned her shoulders against the window cover of the cockpit and closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled due to her rapid breathing.

Harry felt a sudden chill in his stomach.

Before I could even feel panic, I was melted by Draco's barely audible voice.

The original panic was swept away by the joy like a wave.

Within a few seconds, my emotions became so complicated that I felt dizzy and numb.

"I'm really...really glad you wrote to me, ha...Harry."

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The two people who ignored the noise certainly didn't notice that in the other double seat on the left side of the cockpit,

The two girls were staring at each other in amazement.

"Who are you?! Why are you here too?"

"Hmm, red hair and freckles, are you a Weasley?"

"Right...right. So who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Astoria is from the Greengrass family, so of course she's here to keep an eye on Slug Potter. What about you?"

"Ginny Weasley. Keep an eye on Malfoy."

They just stared at each other quietly for a moment, but the atmosphere was very different from that in the other cockpit.

It seems that the two of them chose to jump on the same seat for their own purposes.

Then, amid the noise of men complaining about Mira's departure,

Bagman's announcement echoed with the girl's scream.

"They're setting off!!!!"

"Keep your (Potter) Malfoy under control!"

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After the game started, Harry and Draco's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the wonderful performance on the court.

After all, a World Cup level team is not comparable to the Hogwarts team.

But because of this, the two of them unknowingly bridged the gap that existed before the game because of their excessive concern.

"Draco! Draco! Give me the Omni-scope!"

Harry waved his hand in front of Draco, trying to get back the battle analysis props that Draco had occupied.

The Irish national team seems to have used some new interception and pressing tactics.

Let the Seeker score and then immediately take back the Snitch.

After scoring two goals in a row, the Bulgarian team finally figured out a way to counterattack after the third ball hit the post.

"It's high-pressure defense, Harry. The instructions say it's based on Muggle sports."

"Harry, what is football?"

Draco, still glued to the telescope, responded as if he already knew what Harry was thinking.

"Muggle sports, well, just use your feet to kick a ball into a goal."

Harry was thinking about how to explain, and found that Draco's attention had long returned to the analysis of the telescope and the game.

"How stupid! If I had a teammate like you, I would have kicked you off long ago..."

"Ah! Harry! The telescope is dark! Did I press something? Help me check it out."

I didn't realize I was already comfortable calling Harry's name.

Just half an hour ago, I was still extremely embarrassed about it.

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"…………"

"Harry? Why are you ignoring me?"

Draco took down the telescope in confusion because his call was unsuccessful.

Only then did he realize that Harry was squatting in front of him, with his hands mischievously covering the front edge of his lenses.

Perhaps because he was too excited about watching the game, there were slight marks around Draco's eyes.

"impolite!"

The slightly pouting and slightly angry look made Harry feel sweet in his heart.

"You're the one who stole my things and didn't even listen to me."

Harry deliberately spoke with a hint of blame and grievance, secretly looking forward to Draco's reaction.

Sure enough, a faint blush appeared on Draco's face.

What happened next was not what Harry expected.

Draco lowered his head, gently took off the Golden Snitch necklace and handed it to Harry.

"I think it's OK to exchange this for your telescope."

"What do I need this for...?"

Harry was a little at a loss, holding the necklace stupidly and asked.

"I don't know either."

"But I've seen you stealing glances at this necklace since we met, and I thought you liked it very much."

I found that when I finished speaking, Harry's face turned red and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Draco tilted his head slightly in curiosity, his eyes still on Harry.

She noticed that his eyes quickly glanced at her body, where the necklace originally hung.

Following his gaze, I lowered my head and discovered that the snow-white skin on her chest was slightly raised through the thin gauze, revealing a hint of spring light.

Only then did he realize what Harry had been staring at all night.

Her cheeks flushed instantly and the telescope in her hand was already raised high.

"You're such a change...!"

"Wait! If you get hit by that, your head will be broken and bloody!"

Harry covered his head and face with one hand, worried that Draco would be so ashamed and angry that he would really attack him.

Draco was unable to make a decision for a moment and just let his hands hang in the air.

There was a part of me that really wanted to teach this pervert who had been watching me all night a lesson.

But after noticing his gaze, I couldn't explain why I felt a sense of tenderness and sweetness.

After a moment, he finally spoke.

"Get up. Sit over here."

Harry had no choice but to obey and sit back on the left side.

Watching Draco sitting sideways and leaning forward, his right hand was busy drawing a dotted line in the middle of the double sofa.

Harry had no choice but to ask himself not to look at the temptation that was coming to him as Draco lowered his upper body.

Of course, it was all in vain.

“Don’t cross this line.”

Draco sat up, and Harry was secretly glad that she didn't notice the look he had just given her.

"Pervert Harry."

He cursed softly, but it brought back Harry's mischievous mood.

"Draco, have you noticed..."

"What did you find?"

It was a gruff response, but Harry could more or less guess that Draco wasn't really angry.

"Ever since you called me by my first name at the start of the game, you've been saying Harryye about once every three sentences."

Harry smiled and noticed that Draco jumped up from the sofa as if he had received an electric shock.

She turned sideways with her back to me, and before she turned around, the lingering shyness on her face spread to her shoulders and neck.

"This lady is ignoring you!"

Even so, her slender fingers still held the telescope tightly.

The two of them were completely unaware that in just over ten minutes, Ireland was already well ahead with a score of 130 to 10.

It's still a day of falling data, and I'm still asking for gifts!!! Those who don't have the ability can give more gifts to generate electricity for love! (Each person can give three gifts) I don't mind those who pay!!!