Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 236 Medal of Honor

"Aurora, I'm ready, help me." Harry handed me his protective gear. On the other side, Draco had just taken off his coat, revealing his strong upper body.

The Malfoy family has extremely fair skin. No matter how much exposure to the sun, their skin will turn red but will not get tanned.

Draco was very upset about this.

The Western upper class has a tradition of tanning.

I had to constantly instill my own aesthetic standards in him to prevent him from doing anything crazy.

Tom Felton, who played Draco, signed an agreement with the producers that prohibited him from sunbathing when he played Draco.

After filming all seven Harry Potter films, she got a tan as a revenge.

This caused severe sunburn on the skin, making it look many years older.

Fair skin has a fatal charm for Chinese people.

I stared at Draco's naked upper body in a daze.

There... it's pink...

"Little pervert..." He threw his coat on me and laughed happily.

My vision was blocked and I was very unhappy.

By the time I took the coat off my head, he had already dressed.

"Aurora, help me first!" Draco asserted his ownership without giving in.

"I'm just one person, you can't split me in half!" They each grabbed one of my arms, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

"Can I take it that you two are not going to play?" Flint rushed over.

He is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He behaves very rudely.

He pushed Draco and Harry, snatched the protective gear from Harry's hand, and put it on the boy.

He slapped it hard to see if the protective gear was strong enough.

The black-haired boy was like a chick being lifted up in Flint's hands.

Almost beaten to pieces.

Harry had such a tragic expression on his face that it made me want to laugh.

Draco made faces at him.

"Draco, do you need my help?" Flint put Harry aside.

I quickly quickened my movements.

As Flint passed by, I heard Draco whisper, "Thanks."

The Slytherin Quidditch Captain patted Draco on the shoulder.

It must be the effect of the seven flying brooms sponsored by Lucius!

Harry insisted on using James's old broom, which once angered Flint.

If it weren't for Harry's superb Quidditch skills, he might have been kicked off the team or sat on the bench forever.

After all, the game is a team effort. Flint, who is about to graduate, cannot understand and does not intend to understand why personal heroism and remembrance of his father would undermine the overall situation and damage the collective honor.

In the end, Harry's outstanding flying talent conquered everyone.

After Flint left, I went forward and helped Harry check his protective gear again.

"Here..." I squatted down.

Flint had to keep an eye on the others, and the straps on his legs were not tied tight.

Harry whispered, "Sorry for the trouble..."

I could feel him looking down at me.

His eyes made me feel like a thorn in my side.

He let me do whatever I wanted with a smile on his face.

"I won't forgive you if you lose points in the game!" Flint pointed at Harry fiercely and warned loudly.

Although I can understand his dissatisfaction, after all, he is about to step down as the Slytherin Quidditch captain. But I still can't stand him threatening Harry.

I stamped my foot and made faces behind Flint.

Harry stood aside, smiling lovingly.