[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Hermione's abnormality was eventually judged to be a magic riot.At Madam Pomfrey's request, Laventrau observed in the hospital for a few days, and after confirming that he was fine, Christmas came quietly.

The students were busy packing their bags, otherwise, they chose to spend most of their time in the lounge.The thick white snow piled up to a foot high outside, and the hillsides, forests, lakes... a piece of white, wrapped the entire castle.

The bitter cold wind doesn't seem to want to stop its footsteps at all, which makes this year's winter extraordinarily cold.Harry took a breath of hot air on his hand, but it turned into a cool mist in a short while.He gathered the yellow and black scarf around his neck, pulled up the suitcase and walked into the hall talking and laughing with his roommates.

There, Draco was already waiting.Slytherin folded his chest, his pale gold eyebrows raised when he saw Harry.On the other side, Hermione closed the brick-sized "Rise and Fall of Magic" with a "snap".The red-haired hand hurriedly reached out to take it - you really don't need to doubt, where there is Hermione, there must be Ron Weasley.To sum it up in Harry's words, this is an eternal and irreversible truth.

Waiting for someone to wait, Raventraw stood up.She glanced at the red hair indifferently, then turned to Harry and said, "Let's go."

After speaking, the ginger-haired girl walked out first, followed by Ron.Harry nudged Draco with his elbow, motioning for the Slytherins to follow the procession.

Four people, using magic to float the suitcase, stepped on the snow-covered path with one foot deep and one foot shallow.Four deep and shallow footprints were left behind them, and finally, they gradually gathered together.

Until the end of the path——Yeqi pulled the carriage to a slow stop in front of him, everyone boarded it, and staggered all the way to the school gate. When they got out of the car, they saw Remus Lupin with a gentle smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Harry." The werewolf gave him a hug.

Say to the other three, "Let me take a guess, ladies first - you must be the smartest witch in the whole year, Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lupine." Hermione knelt slightly, a very elegant lady.

"Redheads, unmistakable - Weasley, Ron Weasley."

Ron grinned broadly, and Lupine knew right away that this was a typical Gryffindor.The werewolf's gaze continued to turn and landed on Draco.

Platinum hair, gray-blue eyes...

"You must be Draco Malfoy, Harry always mentioned you to me, he said you were a very good Slytherin."

Such a compliment was undoubtedly a good compliment for a Malfoy.

Draco nodded his chin, although slightly alienated, it was still a greeting to Lupine.

After some greetings, the werewolf smiled and took out a silver cup from his pocket, the size of a palm, on which the emblem of the Black family was clearly visible.

"We'll go back with the Portkey," he said, making everyone stand around him. "Come on—all stretch out your hands and touch the cups—are you all ready? Then we start! Hold on to your luggage—!" Lupine just finished speaking, and everyone felt dizzy for a while, as if A hook on the back of the belly pulled them forward.By the time their weightless legs stepped on the solid ground again, they had already reached the passage of Black's old house.

For the three of Harry, Ron and Hermione, this place is undoubtedly familiar.But Draco was different, neither he in his previous life nor this young master Malfoy had ever been here.

In front of the aisle is a long corridor, completely dark.The only light source is at the end, where an old gas lamp that flickers on and off crookedly sticks there, casting all the light.Old, dilapidated and desolate, moldy portraits, dusty candlesticks.Perhaps the only thing that can prove that this place belongs to Slytherin is the continuous serpentine carving.

Draco looked at the mottled walls covered with cobwebs, and stepped on the old faded blankets——his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he never thought that such a place that seemed to be where a dying person was It will be the main house of the Black family.It was the one who raised and taught his mother, who had a thousand-year-old reputation of a pure-blood family, who was always pure and noble——Blake.

Glory is long gone...

An inexplicable sense of sadness spread in the bottom of Young Master Platinum's heart, and this negative emotion made him silently walk inside with the others.

They walked down the corridor, past a wall decorated with house-elf heads.Under Lupin's reminder, try to walk as lightly as possible. When everyone bypassed a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs, a group of people came to a hall that was completely different from the corridor.

Behind the door is a bright room with candles floating in the air, and the curtains are dotted with stars and snowflakes.And in the middle of the room, there is a two-meter-high Christmas tree, covered with countless decorations.A few naughty little fairies are fluttering and flying around the Christmas tree.

This was the result of Sirius' busy day. The reason why he didn't pick up Harry himself was to arrange a big surprise for his precious godson.

Christmas, a day of family reunion.Turkey dinner whiskey, of course, the most important thing is Harry!

Everything is wonderful!Perhaps the only thing that made Sirius feel that there was a fly in the ointment was the little peacock.Long before, Sirius had learned that Harry would bring his classmates as guests.Hermione is his most welcome guest, because in the eyes of the dog godfather, this is so much like James and Lily back then!Ron, a Weasley, had no doubts that Gryffindor would be Harry's best brother.As for that Slytherin, his nephew by blood—well, well, Sirius wouldn't have any complaints about ordering Sirius in the ear of his godson.

Although he was still not very comfortable in his heart, because in his Harry's heart, he was actually being compared by others!

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Tonight's Christmas Eve in the Black family should have been full of laughter and joy.

But Sirius almost broke his silver teeth!He watched the damned old elf Kreacher serve up and down, and moved out from an unknown place a bottle of fine wine from the Black family's collection that he had been thinking about for a long time--extremely excited, and he used the greatest energy in his life just to get Bringing the best service to the honorable Master Malfoy—this Kreacher, who is so old that there is only a layer of orange peel left, has been against his true master since the day Sirius moved in.Either a vicious curse or a cold stare.

And now, facing little Malfoy, it actually knows that there is a word called respect!

Of course, the focus of a Patriarch Black would not be on the old elf, but on his precious little godson.After drinking the fruit wine, Harry's face was flushed, his eyes were watery, and Sirius was so cute that his heart trembled for a while.But what troubled Sirius was that the drunk Harry was crawling into the little peacock's arms!

He watched hotly, and Ron, too, was not much better.Remus was discussing academic issues with Hermione in a slow voice, and Raventraw, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, didn't even give him a look.

In the end, the two resentful people looked at each other.In a certain moment, the spark belonging to the suffering brothers and sisters made them reach a subtle consensus.

They picked up the wine glasses at the same time, and after clinking glasses, they had the courage to not get drunk and never return.

Cup after cup, cup after cup...

So, after a Christmas dinner, there were three drunks at home.

If Harry had to say a word, perhaps nothing could be more satisfying than the present.It was also because of this that tonight's little blue-eyed badger drank a little...a little bit?

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched, his eyebrows raised, and he looked at Harry's boneless Potter who couldn't get off his body with a look of disgust.

This time, the headache came.

Hermione made a request to the house-elf, and Kreacher was cursing, but when Raventraw glanced over with a gentle but undeniable look - as a house-elf who had been serving pure-blood Black all his life, it He shut his mouth obediently.Even if he was unwilling, he could only float his red hair and follow Laventlaw away.As for Remus, the smiling werewolf patted Slytherin on the shoulder. Without further ado, he carried the drunk Patriarch Black up the stairs step by step.

Only Hufflepuff, who had been lying on the little platinum nobleman, was left - Draco felt extremely weird in his heart, but no matter what, this burden had to fall on him tonight.

Not being able to use magic during the holidays was a problem, but fortunately because of him, Kreacher, who knew that Master Malfoy was coming, had made all the preparations before that.

The big bed made of soft velvet, the room warmed by the stove, and the bathtub, which is big enough to accommodate several people, has been filled with hot water, although all this seems to be still in Draco's eyes. Can be improved - but compared to others, this is definitely the imperial treatment!

Carrying people all the way back to the room, Slytherin threw Hufflepuff on the sofa.Taking care of drunks?Don't even think about it - Malfoy has never been a waiter!

So Badger, who was so drunk and unconscious, was naturally left behind by the principled Master Malfoy.

Draco took a comfortable bath for a while, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw Harry curled up on the sofa.Because of his posture, his glasses were pressed crookedly, his face was flushed, his brows were frowning, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Slytherin, who was thinking of leaving the other party still on the sofa, finally rolled his eyes at himself. Such an un-Malfoy demeanor was enough to make all the portraits in the Malfoy Manor scream.

In fact, even Draco wanted to scream.

Merlin's beard!He hadn't left Potter to fend for himself!Not only that, but a drunk who didn't take a shower was lying next to him - how exciting this must be for the clean freak Master Malfoy!

But what happened?Draco Malfoy not only let him go to bed, but even served him.

Draco frowned as he stripped off Potter's suit, which was really out of his taste.Resigned to his fate, he took out a set of pajamas and put them on for Harry - this didn't bring any setbacks to Slytherin. Perhaps the only merit of Potter that can be praised is that when he was drunk - he was obedient enough.

Grabbing the other's body from behind, Draco's hand went under Harry's armpit.The dark green silk pajamas made the skin so eye-catching. Slytherin hugged the boy and buttoned the clothes impatiently one by one.Their breaths intertwined, and the dizzy Harry muttered displeasedly——Draco glanced at him, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the eyelashes that fluttered slightly with his master's breathing.

An unspeakable emotion spread in Platinum Little Snake's heart—one time could be said to be unintentional, but what about two or three times?

The badger in front of him was a Hufflepuff with Slytherin's favorite emerald eyes.Always breaking a Malfoy principle time and time again—Draco had no choice but to admit that Harry Potter was undoubtedly a special existence to him.

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