Chapter 303 We Are only Fourteen Years Old

The next morning, the moon was still high in the sky, and there was a group of people in the castle, gradually becoming active.

In the hall, Harry took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Six forty.

"Can't even keep this time?"

He frowned, turned to look at Neville, nodded and said, "Take them out to warm up first, I'll go see those guys."

"Okay." Neville nodded, led a few people out of the hall and headed for the lawn outside.

Harry stood up, straightened his robe, and walked downstairs. He was still calculating the array of human alchemy in his mind.

The tingling pain from his entire right arm was his draft paper, which made his thoughts constantly wander and write on it.

Click--

In the underground corridor, an inexplicable clicking sound appeared. Turning around, it was the abandoned classroom that Draco often used.

Then, Draco walked out of it with a tired face.

Harry looked at Draco in surprise, and Draco's expression changed several times in an instant, and finally revealed a smile.

He walked out of the door and closed it with a concealed look.

"What time is it?"

"It's been twelve minutes." Harry said, "So you are moving to the classroom now to ensure your high-intensity learning state?"

"Study. Yes, what else, waiting for you to take off by yourself, and I will be like a fool behind? I am not that kind of lazy guy."

"That's good." Harry said, "Let's go and call up the two guys Crabbe Goyle."

"Okay." Draco looked at the backs walking forward and took a long breath.

Then, the footsteps of the two echoed in the empty corridor.

A moment later, in the middle of the corridor, Harry's voice suddenly sounded.

"Who is in there?"

"Who?" Draco was a little confused.

"Draco, how long have we known each other." Harry shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that you have lived a rich life during the time I moved away." He raised his head and looked at the candlelights on both sides of the corridor.

"You Potter, what the hell are you talking about?" Draco's words trembled a little.

"You guys!" Harry turned his head and looked at Draco with a very serious look, and his footsteps slowly approached.

"How old are you now?"

"Fourteen." Draco said: "Aren't you the same?"

"Yes! We are only fourteen years old." Harry gradually approached and looked at Draco carefully.

"You haven't already..."

"No! Absolutely not!!!" Draco was nervous and stepped back repeatedly: "This is a school, how can I-"

"No kissing!" Harry's words came out.

"?" Draco's body stiffened for a moment.

"Ah, what did you say?" He confirmed it again.

"Kissing." Harry said: "You won't be in the third grade."

Draco carefully looked at Harry's expression and confirmed that the other party's expression did not seem to be fake.

Then, he took a deep breath and began to think.

"Harry, tell me honestly, have you never held a girl's hand before?"

"Nonsense!" Harry looked at him: "I--"

He instinctively wanted to say that of course he had, he had held Hermione's hand several times, such as during the duel, when he was teaching her to cast spells, and when they were fighting in Azkaban.

"Well, no." Harry had to say, and then changed the subject: "What does that have to do with what I asked?"

"It really has nothing to do with it." Draco's eyes teased: "It really has nothing to do with it. After all, in the eyes of our Mr. Potter, kissing is a big deal."

"Isn't it?" Harry looked at him puzzledly.

"You are still young." Draco walked over him and patted his shoulder: "You will understand when you grow up."

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at Draco: "So you haven't answered my question yet. Listen, I don't ask who the girl is because I respect her, but for you, I don't want you to do anything out of line, understand?"

"I won't, don't try to make that kind of accusation against me." Draco said, and inexplicably thought of the big sister who haunted him in the Hog's Head.

"Well, just have your words." Harry and Draco walked into the lounge together.

"I'm really surprised." Draco said: "Why can you still say such stupid things just now? We are almost adults."

"What do you mean?" Harry still didn't understand what Draco wanted to express, but it seemed to be related to his previous two sentences.

"What do you mean? Haven't you ever felt attracted to a girl at school? Haven't you ever suddenly noticed someone's lips, or a perky chest or butt?"

"You"

"I'm not saying anything obscene, Harry." Draco looked at him with a half-smile: "Answer my question first."

Harry had to admit the fact that all the things Draco said were - "Uh, no."

"That's the problem. Although what I just said is a bit embarrassing, it's what everyone talks about in secret at this age. We are boys, and we are already in our teens.

Girls notice these changes earlier than us, just like they grow taller two years earlier than us boys."

"What can girls notice?"

"Adam's apple" didn't quite understand Draco: "But girls notice these things earlier than us, as can be seen from the love letters you have received since the first grade."

"Aren't they all given to me by senior girls?" Harry asked in confusion.

"One of your Valentine's Day gifts this year was sent by a first-year girl." Draco glanced at him, then thought that Harry had never paid attention to these gifts, and they were basically divided up by him, Crabbe Goyle and the other two.

"Okay, so what do you want to say?" Harry looked at him.

"I mean-love, Potter, love!"

As he said that, Draco opened the dormitory door: "Excuse me, Meteor, can you please give these two sleeping pigs a hard kick on their butts? I am now giving your brother love counseling."

"!!"

Meteor, who was leaning against a corner of the wall, stood up suddenly, as if he had heard something extraordinary, and then jumped happily to Crabbe Goyle's bed.

"I don't need any love counseling." Harry couldn't help but say.

"I suggest you have some good ones." Draco said, "You are not a robot, why do you abandon these?"

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Harry couldn't answer this question.

He found out that if what Draco said was true, and the topics just now were what boys of the same age would think about, then the gap between him and his peers seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Not just in terms of strength.

It was because of his busyness, or some passive influence of other things.

At the same time, Harry also knew what Draco said in the corridor outside at the beginning.

However, the channel he obtained that knowledge was obviously different from Draco's.

The channel he obtained it from said that it was called. Mating

Damn, he knew it from the biology book

"I seem to be a little out of touch." Harry smiled helplessly.

"Who knows." Draco shrugged and did not comment on it: "But in the eyes of the Slytherin people, it is true.

Now many people regard you as the symbol of Slytherin, but you have never even stopped in the Slytherin lounge.

You eliminated dissidents, but disappeared during the reconstruction, which is different from what you said when you came here in the first year."

"Is that so." Harry leaned against the door frame.

"So how did you know there was a girl in there just now?" Draco asked.

"Cat's eyes can see clearly at night." Harry said.

"Animagus is really a magical power." Draco nodded: "Let's go. But you don't have to worry about my affairs for the time being. There are some secrets to be kept in there."

"Your secret?"

"Her secret."

"That's fine." Harry nodded. He is not a person who likes to spy on others and ask questions.

Soon, several people returned to the playground of Hogwarts.

As the time came to seven o'clock, the speed of the sky changing suddenly accelerated.

The sky was full of purple clouds, and there was still a little snow on the ground from the previous two days. The chirping of birds came from the forbidden forest in the distance, which was quite pleasant.

Hermione and others had already warmed up for several rounds. When the girl saw Harry, she turned a corner and ran towards this side, stopping in front of Harry.

"It seems that you took a long time to wake them up." Hermione said panting.

"Yeah." Harry just nodded, but for some reason, he thought of the conversation with Draco just now.

Although it was only January, it was morning and the weather was cold. But these children who have been exercising for a long time are at the age of having a small stove in their chests. Once they exercise, they can't wrap themselves in thick clothes.

Hermione was just wearing a thick black close-fitting clothes. The long collar turned around and fit tightly on her slender white neck. Looking down again--

Snap!

Hermione slapped Harry on the forehead, her face blushing: "What are you looking at?"

"Hahahaha——" Draco laughed unabashedly, walked past the two and walked towards the crowd.

At the same time, he raised his hand without looking back: "Crabbe, Goyle. Are you two still standing there? You don't know how much weight you have gained during the holidays, right?"

The two had to retract their gazes from Harry and move.

And Draco walked to Ron, who was panting.

At this time, his smile had already subsided.

"To be honest." He said.

Ron lowered his head and panted, raised his head, looked around, and then confirmed that Draco was talking to him.

However, he never liked Draco, even though they had known each other for a long time.

"Are you going to make trouble again?"

"Yes." Draco nodded.