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

After night fell, the desolate place that was originally sparsely populated completely changed its scene.A magnificent dome-shaped stadium appeared out of thin air. After the sound of the gong, thousands of lanterns hung on the trees immediately illuminated the way to the stadium.

The stadium, which can accommodate [-] spectators, was full of seats, and wild cheers spread like waves of wheat. This extreme excitement quickly infected everyone.

"Didn't see Winky."

"Little Crouch is not here." Hermione said after vigilantly patrolling the top box.

Revisiting the old place, the Death Eater incident that happened at the Quidditch World Cup that year seems to be vividly remembered.As the instigator who stole Harry's wand and fired the Dark Mark, Barty Crouch Jr. is particularly dreadful.That was an extremely intelligent Death Eater. If his blind worship of the Dark Lord hadn't affected his sanity, Barty Crouch Jr. would have been a terrible dormant.But now, the people who should have appeared here are not here, and it is definitely not a good thing for them.

"My God... my God, you are--Harry Potter!" A group of men walked in from the door, and the excited Bulgarian Minister of Magic rushed over to him behind the short and fat Fudge and said a lot, that A mouthful of jerky but still understandable English made Fudge's face darken, not because of being caught, but because he had to deal with this Bulgarian man who "didn't understand" English at all for a day. !

"You can actually speak English!" Fudge said in disbelief, his tone was gloomy, obviously his neck was red with anger, but he could only suppress his anger and greet the Malfoy family next to him.

No matter what the occasion, the Malfoy family always behaved like an aristocrat.Dressed so brightly that there was no fault in it, he was indifferent and elegant but also so arrogant. Even in the face of many high-level officials in the Ministry of Magic, old Malfoy still had a condescending look.

Sirius sneered when he saw it, the sound he made was not loud enough for Mrs Malfoy to glance at him faintly.After that, the noble lady with big golden wavy hair paced over, glanced coldly at Sirius like a warning, and then looked at Harry.

"Hello, Potter," she said dryly.

"Hello, ma'am."

Harry didn't miss the flash of scrutiny in the other's eyes, but if compared with the few times they had met before, Narcissa's attitude at this moment was undoubtedly very friendly.

The haughty Mrs. Malfoy nodded to him, and sat down beside Sirius with unexpected grace.

Poor Patriarch Blake was on pins and needles immediately, and was often suppressed by his cousin's eyes as soon as he wanted to get up.

The fifty-foot-high top-floor box is facing the three steel rings for pitching, and opposite them is a velvety black giant screen, on which golden text flashes continuously, like an invisible bird. The giant hands are flying around and writing one advertisement line after another.

Among them, an advertisement called Lightning Pili Candy is particularly eye-catching: Thunder and lightning in your mouth, enjoy the ultimate delicacy like an explosion... Lightning Pili Candy, the passionate rhythm, like the boy who lived Your sweet love!

As soon as the ad came out, Harry felt bad.When the manufacturer approached him and wanted him to be the endorser of this new product, Harry agreed with the lucrative Galleon remuneration.

He is no longer the former Harry Potter who was troubled by his fame because of others' attention, and even, Harry is happy to see that his fame can help the Order of the Phoenix in the future.

It was precisely because of this thought that Harry readily agreed, but what he never expected was that as soon as this advertisement came out, it not only brought him the title of a sweet boy, but also ignited the nearby building named "Dragon". " bomb.

Harry watched the fierce Quidditch World Cup finals absent-mindedly, and even the wonderful moment when Krum caught the golden snitch was wonderfully missed by him.Looking back at Draco sitting next to him, the blond-haired and gray-eyed boy has grown several centimeters after a summer vacation. He sat with his back, his slightly long bangs were put down, slightly covering his deep eyes. Eyebrows.Draco remained silent from beginning to end, as if he was getting all the attention from the game, but people who knew him well—like Harry, the big and undead boy knew deeply how much he was going to die awful.

"Draco." Harry chuckled, looking around nervously.This is a grove next to the arena. Although it is far enough away, you can still hear the sound of crowds in the distance.

As soon as the game was over, they left the arena with excuses without attending the awards ceremony.Oprah in purple scales was hanging on the tree hissing and looking forward to his master, while the Snake Queen, who was flirting with the snakes at the beginning, was like a child asking for credit, twisting her body excitedly towards her. The master reported the situation he collected from nearby snake residents, but before he got any praise, he was grabbed by the damn yellow hair and put it in the red hair's arms.Immediately afterwards, he watched Harry's gradually disappearing figure being pulled into the woods by the yellow hair.

How can this be!

Oprah's furious scales said she was angry!As a thoughtful and insightful snake beauty, how can she tolerate her master being ruthlessly abducted? !Therefore, as soon as the snake beauty got angry, she immediately turned into a purple shadow and followed her up.

In the silent woods, Harry was laughing at Draco. He pushed the boy who was pressing on him with his hands. It wasn't that he was hypocritical, but that the savior's skin was not thick enough to fight in the field.

"Passionate? Sweet boy?" Draco pulled a cold smile from the corner of his mouth, feeling Harry's refusal, and the hot part that was pressing on the other party became even more arrogant and domineering.

"Hey, I said you..." Harry frowned helplessly, and he pulled out his wand with difficulty and threw more than a dozen spells at the surroundings.After doing this, he calmed down instead, raised his eyebrows, and uttered two words as if asking about the weather, "Want to do it?"

The emerald green eyes looked at each other without blinking, and Harry's face remained unchanged, as if he was used to such things, but in fact, this old virgin who was dead and alive at a hundred years old was already ashamed in his heart He felt ashamed, especially when he pretended to be serious and asked this sentence, and then covered the platinum noble's swollen lower body and body with his hands in a mysterious way.

Fuck... what kind of god unfolds this mud horse? !

Not only Harry but even Draco were surprised, but soon, the platinum-haired boy gasped. Harry was not only touching him, but actually put his hand in besides kissing his neck. In his pants!

"Do you know what you're doing?" Draco said hoarsely, narrowing his eyes comfortably at Harry's movements.

He rubbed his messy and fluffy hair, and before the other party could answer, he held Harry's head up and kissed him deeply.

The man he kissed gave his first kiss to the Asian girl in Ravenclaw, and then gave his passion to the weasel in the Weasleys, and he, in the end, got nothing but the other party. The touch of lips and tongues in the moments before death.

Draco would think, why bother?From the first meeting to the tit-for-tat at school, except for those childish fights and injuries, Harry never gave him any joy.But just like that, a person who made him feel painful whenever he thought about it made him give up his persistence, his family, and resolutely go to the battlefield.Even, regardless of the consequences, the continuation of the Malfoy family was cut off in his hands.

Draco never cared so much, it was just because he was willing, it was just because he loved him, and it was painful but also sweet.

However, what if all these concessions are exchanged for a cold tombstone?Before he knew it, Draco hugged Harry tightly, he could feel every tremor, every pulse of Harry's body, and when the boy went down to enclose his place, Draco couldn't help it anymore. screamed out.

"Harry!"

The boy kneeling on the ground hesitated for a moment but didn't stop. He licked and fiddled with that cock jerky. Although he was not yet fully developed, he could not be underestimated.

……harmonious……

Harry didn't know why he made such a bold move, it's just that when he heard Draco's groans, when he saw Draco's sexy and lazy expression, he could get it in the bush. That strange sense of satisfaction.

In fact, in the previous life, they faced each other day and night, whether they hated each other or stayed together, Harry and Draco were the people who knew each other best.So no words are needed, just a look from the other side, and Harry knows: Draco has remembered.

"I missed you so much," he said, and Harry whispered after he had calmed down the lingering aftertaste of passion.There was still a milky liquid on his lips, but in Draco's eyes, there was no lust or lust.

"Don't do that next time." The blond Slytherin rubbed his lips and planted a kiss on Harry's eyelid, "Don't do that, Harry…"

The two fourteen-year-old boys hugged each other quietly. Even after the awards ceremony was over, the endless stream of audience laughing and laughing all the way past them did not attract the attention of the two of them.Such a moment of silence that seemed to belong only to the two of them gradually made their hearts feel at ease. They didn't speak until a silver-white otter suddenly appeared, and Hermione's voice sounded from the little guy's mouth: "Come to the square, The Death Eaters have raided the camp."

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The second part has been revised, I think jj is having sex with me, right? Is this still a deal?