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

Harry was so drunk last night that he was blindfolded when he woke up. Before he could figure out the situation, all the drowsiness was startled away by Hermione.

"Wake up?" said Hermione, drawing the curtains.

"Granger! What are you doing!" Draco, whose eyes were stung by the light, was furious. Damn it, he had never been broken into a room by a girl in his age!

A Malfoy should keep his cool at all times!

Draco told himself in his mind - he sat up, trying not to get angry.But when facing Granger, his face was still gloomy and ugly.

Hermione didn't take it seriously, "I'll wait for you at the door," she said to Harry, before stalking out of the room under Malfoy's icy gaze.

Draco snorted coldly, turned his head, and met Harry's eyes.

"De-Draco-!" At this moment, the blue-eyed badger who was too excited could not speak fluently.

Even though he is usually out of line, even though he adheres to the teachings of the Lion House in dealing with feelings-but for Harry Potter, an old virgin who has lived for a hundred years, when he wakes up and sees Draco who is close at hand, It is still a little difficult to calm down.

And what's worse, he couldn't remember anything about last night!

Harry was ashamed and annoyed, and buried himself under the covers in depression.

The corner of Slytherin's mouth twitched. "May I take it that your brains are caught in the devil's web, or else, Potter—"

"Harry!"

"Okay, Harry." Draco snorted.He impatiently brushed back the loose hair on his forehead, and pushed his face buried in the pillow towards himself.With high eyebrows and a smirk on his lips, he said in a chant, "Then, may I ask our Harry, who behaves like a vixen, besides murdering your little brains in the quilt, can you kill your little brains?" Take the damn legs away for me?!"

……

After a while of confusion, the two finally came out of the room.Draco tidied up his appearance meticulously as quickly as possible, cufflinks, collar clips, decorations... In Harry's opinion, it was quite speechless.

He finally knew why his taste would never be up to par. After all, you can never be as harsh on yourself as you would be a Malfoy.

After half an hour, they walked out of the room.The platinum snake hissed and sprayed all the venom at Raventraw.

"Granger, you really fill me with doubts - is breaking into boys' rooms another hobby of yours besides clinging to Harry?"

Hermione shrugged noncommittally, and took the blue-eyed Badger away.

Finding an abandoned room nearby, Hermione, who pushed Harry in, kept throwing a dozen silent and wand spells out of her hands—after all the measures were taken, Laventlaw turned around. , his gaze fell like a torch, and he stared fixedly at Harry.

"What did you do?" she said.

Harry just smiled, at Hermione's wisdom.

"Ron and I died under the death curse of the Death Eaters. There is no magical accident. An Avatar will not have such an effect." Hermione said, pointing it out sharply, "Few people can Escaping from the Death Curse, you were not surprised by our arrival - obviously, it has something to do with you, Harry."

Raventraw has seen it all.She stood there quietly, waiting for him to speak, but to his disappointment, Harry shook his head.

Seven years of companionship, through war and death.In countless days and nights, they are inseparable and integrated.But it is this kind of friendship between life and death that cannot be exchanged for an answer.Just like that night, he resolutely went to die, and what was left to them was a cold corpse!

"Harry Potter! How could you!" All the pain and unwillingness, all the self-blame and regret, instantly ignited Hermione's anger at this moment.

"You've always been like this! If it weren't for Snape's memory, we wouldn't know anything at that time! Harry Potter is dead, and we who were his friends knew nothing! Ha! Did you ever know Harry! What do I think when I look at that memory, the last Horcrux, ha! What my friend has been going through all his life—”

By the end, Hermione broke down in tears.

"Min, I'm sorry..."

"That's not what I wanted you to say!" Hermione yelled at him.

Harry hugged her, patting the girl's shoulder lightly. "It is my fault……"

He couldn't remember what happened at that time, but he vaguely recalled the feeling of knowing the truth at that time, and he had a burst of courage under the desolation and despair.He leaves without saying goodbye, he leaves alone.He finally walked out of the castle and into the Forbidden Forest.

At that time, my mind was blank, and my only thought was to go to his destination—but now that I think about it, his actions like that may be too selfish for some people...

***

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, the four of them started packing.Hermione in particular had a lot of things, all of which were from the Black family's private collection.

Variety and classification—there are hundreds of books, and if it wasn’t for the space bag, Laventrau would undoubtedly choose to take them all away.

In this regard, Sirius disapproved but did not stop it.Although most of these books are related to black magic, as the eldest son of the Black family, Sirius still has a very clear understanding of black magic.To be fair, unless the crime is extremely heinous and unforgivable, whether a spell is good or bad has nothing to do with itself, but with the caster.

In his view, Hermione's approach was simply due to the thirsty nature of the Raventraws.

But Kreacher, the house elf, didn't think so. He even disobeyed Sirius' orders in order to protect the precious property of the Black family.

"I just borrowed it." Hermione explained, "I will come back after reading it."

"Dirty bastards don't deserve to touch Black's stuff!" Kreacher said, looking at Hermione viciously with her tennis-ball eyes, "she's going to taint Black, a young girl, Muggle-born, low-blooded— "

"Shut your mouth!" shouted Sirius and Ron at the same time.

"Of course, my master," Kreacher said, bowing to Sirius, and continued to mutter, "What can Kreacher do? The master of the pure-blood traitor came to Black with his friends, werewolves, redheads Melonseeds—oh, my poor mistress, how sad she must be because Kreacher has to listen to his master and let him defile the Black treasures." The house-elf went on muttering, Sirius The right command is completely useless.

And after Kreacher failed to protect the book, he lifted the portrait of its mistress. Immediately, a terrifying, lung-piercing hiss and screams full of resentment stung everyone's eardrums.

Behind a window, an old lady in a black hat appears.

"Scum! Traitors of blood! Unfilial sons of mine! How dare you bring these things into my house! You dirty, vile, impure—"

"To shut up!"

"Sirris Black! You excommunicated blood traitor! You have defiled Black! You deserve—"

Sirius' mother, Walburga Black, the old lady with sallow skin and drooling, suddenly stopped howling.Her cloudy eyes stared at Harry motionlessly.

"Who are you?" said the portrait.

"Nice to meet your lady, I am Sirius' godson, Harry Potter."

"It's you!" Madam Black gasped, even Draco, who was coming down the stairs because of the voice, didn't attract her attention.How obvious is that platinum hair color, there will be no one else but Malfoy-but now, Harry's presence exceeds that of the only distinguished guest that the Black family has visited in more than ten years.

All of this is because of a little purple snake.

The existence of Oprah is an open secret, and even Draco and Hermione saw this girl for the first time.In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, in normal time, Harry adopts a stocking policy for the little snake, letting it wander around the castle extending in all directions.

It's just that it was late winter recently, and the little girl who had no signs of the previous year suddenly entered hibernation.For this reason, Harry put a small bag in his pocket, and whenever Oprah woke up from hibernation, he would pop out his head to ask Harry for food.

Generally, it is difficult for small snakes to wake up.But Walburga's voice was so loud that it was frightening. No matter how strong the desire to sleep was, Oprah, who was awakened, poked her head out and crawled out of Harry's pocket.

[Harry...] The little girl called out aggrievedly, completely oblivious to the fact that she had become the focus of the audience.

A snake...a snake!

The most exciting thing is Sirius!He began to doubt his eyes, otherwise, how could Harry keep a snake as a pet?

"Actually, I'm a Parseltongue." Harry said bluntly, and there was really nothing to hide.

"You're—you mean—you don't—"

"The Potter family has no Slytherin blood." Draco said with a gloomy expression, but he began to wonder whether Harry's Muggle-born mother was a descendant of that lord!

"It's possible... Otherwise, who can defeat the Black Duke and the blood of Slytherin?" Walburga said to himself, "Yes, it is absolutely possible! He is only one year old My child possesses such great power! No doubt, he can speak Parseltongue, he is a Slytherin!"

Madame Black's eyes flashed with frenzy, and Walburga's portrait instantly changed after she concluded that Harry Potter was a descendant of Slytherin.

"Welcome to Black's house as a guest, Your Excellency." She nodded reservedly, changing from a disgusting old woman to a noble and elegant lady.

This kind of change came so fast, even Sirius was startled as if waking up from a dream.

What's even more surprising is that, in the blink of an eye, the entire Black family was brightly lit and candles were shining brightly.Although it is still dilapidated and old, it no longer looks lifeless.

Around the portraits began to bow, some, even tears.The house elf Kreacher pressed its big nose to the ground, and for a long time, was unwilling to straighten up.

This was something Harry hadn't expected.

If you are not Slytherin, you will never understand the significance of Salazar Slytherin in the Snake House-it is the spirit that is as inviolable as a god.Slytherin's teachings and glory, Slytherin's inheritance and beliefs, these are the things that every student who graduates from the Snake House should engrave in their bones.

And what Harry didn't expect was how much shock a small accident would bring to Sirius.Not because of the lineage of his godson, but because of his mother.

Sirius suddenly realized: his mother, a woman who had advertised as a pure-blood believer all her life, was deeply rooted in her beliefs.How powerful, beautiful and dazzling she used to be, but now she is so pitiful and humble, even sympathetic.

An unidentifiable descendant of Slytherin can make the former Mrs. Black put down all her arrogance.Even once Voldemort, Walburga did not do this.

But now, the years have smoothed her appearance and her ladylike demeanor.But the only thing that can't be taken away is her paranoia - obsession with blood?Obsessed with Blake?And among them, one thing is certain - all of this is just a woman who has lost everything, and the only thing left is to stick to it.

The author has something to say:

It's not that Xiaoha doesn't say anything, but that he is unbreakable.But Hermione and the others are so smart, they will gradually know the truth~~

The summary of this chapter, I really want to make the author cry. ~~~~(>_<)~~~~ It’s me, Soku, or do you actually prefer me to call you Apple?After I've been away for two years actually...thank you for mine.

Then I realized that not only you, but many of you are former readers. This article has kept you going for two years!In two years, I grew from a young girl to a yellow-faced woman—well, just kidding.I will always be the most blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!

Anyway, the author is very touched today, I didn't plan to update it, and I'm not afraid to tell my friends, I have [-] manuscripts saved, but this is nothing at all!Start looking for a job now, the next day is even better, so that you won't be interrupted for a long time because of the following things. ╮(￣▽￣")╭, am I finally going to step into society, and finally become an aunt?==