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

Magical races like elves really have arrogance engraved in their bones.There is nothing in their eyes, except for their partner, all they see is dust.

Draco after awakening his blood was not so bad, he was still the unsmiling blond prince of Slytherin.He is personable and friendly.Only he himself knows what kind of heart is wrapped under the warm flesh and blood.

It's scary and crazy.

That's a sick thought, and a wonderful one.Every time he was touched, he could get excited uncontrollably.

He wanted to tie Harry up and wrap his wrists in the finest silk.Spread his legs and fuck him hard.

How could his Harry look at other people?

No, no, he can only have me in his eyes.

Draco chuckled to himself, feeling pitiful and inferior.Like every game he lost to Harry, he couldn't catch the boy who was like the wind.

Harry is free and belongs to the sky.

Once upon a time, Draco wondered why a Malfoy would have such an idea.Until now, when he saw the man in Dumbledore's Pensieve, he realized: he was too weak.

Today's memory is drawn from the sorting hat, a sorting ceremony 700 years ago, about the legendary three brothers.

In the swirling darkness, their feet sank back to the solid ground.

Hogwarts 700 years ago is the same as it is today, only the strange faces-people are different.

Dumbledore was introducing them to the principal sitting in the middle of the guest table: "He is Godric Gryffindor's nephew, but in fact he is more like Salazar Slytherin."

They shuttled between the long tables of the college, watching the students whispering to each other, with enthusiastic smiles on their immature faces.At this time, Gryffindor and Slytherin were very good friends. They sat at each other's college table, hooked their shoulders, laughed and cursed.

Ron stopped suddenly: "Look! That's..."

"Yes, your ancestors. The Weasleys are of canine blood among the orcs," said Dumbledore.

They all looked over: in the center of the Gryffindor table, a big red-haired boy with two wolfhound ears on his head.He hooked a Slytherin's neck to curry favor with him, making the other party sleepy.

Ron murmured unbearably: "Merlin..."

At this moment, the hall opened.A string of freshmen lined up and followed the tall young man in front of them.The young man was very familiar, with Malfoy's unique blond hair and gray-blue eyes, his appearance was seven points like Draco's.

He is also an elf, the difference is that he has powers that Draco doesn't have.

They had witnessed the moment Professor Malfoy turned when someone tried to throw a football-sized water balloon at him.

The tight face remained motionless, "gurgling", the water froze, and a crystal clear ice ball rolled a certain distance.

The boy with sea blue hair squinted his eyes and walked out of the line: "I'm sorry, Professor. But at least I know that people in Hogwarts still have some skills."

"Watch what you say and do, Peverell," Professor Malfoy warned the child.

The sorting began, and the freshmen were called to the stage one by one.Dumbledore pointed to the provocative child and said, "Antilke Peverell, the eldest of the three brothers. In the Peverell family at that time, Antilk could be said to be the focus of wizards in England. .He was born with great ability, but also with pretentiousness. Antilk was a warlike man, and at that time he set his sights on Draco's ancestors—the best of this era."

"A very strong wizard." Dumbledore added: "At least no one in our time surpasses him."

The second head of the Malfoy family is a blood awakener who has mastered the power of nature.Draco had heard about his deeds, and this powerful elf finally went mad, and he dug open the body he loved, because there was a heart that didn't love him.

Draco was lucky for that, Harry was his partner and they loved each other.But he also has misfortune. It is because he was not strong enough that he lost his love in his previous life.

power...power...

Draco's eyes became intense and surprisingly bright.A sting of dazed longing pricked, but faded as soon as Harry took his hand.

"Relax, Draco." Harry squeezed the elf's hand reassuringly, and kissed the corner of his lips when everyone's attention was attracted by the sorting house: "Are you okay?"

The newly awakened magical races are not stable, and only their partners can feel and tame the restlessness.

Draco didn't answer, but pressed the nape of his neck to deepen the kiss.Slytherin's hands rubbed Harry's neck, lips and tongue tangled across the sensitive palate.A tingling sensation rose from the spine, and the boys' passion made the air burn with sweetness.

Dumbledore coughed, but when there was no response, he coughed again.

Hermione looked like "I knew it", and Ron pulled the two of them apart without any surprise.Snape was right: "These two sperm-brained idiots are like legless Siamese twins."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, quite unabashedly, without apology.

The sorting list had reached the letter "P", and a boy with messy hair came running up.In a blink of an eye, he was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"That's actually your ancestor. He will inherit the inheritance of distant relatives when he becomes an adult, and he will modify Potter because of it." When Dumbledore spoke, the boss Antilk was wearing the sorting hat, and the hat shouted after a while Gryffindor.Then Cadmus, the second child, also came up.He had a sullen face, and the hat called out Slytherin when it touched his hair.

"Ignotus Peverier!"

A thin boy stepped out of the freshman team.Her long hair like mercury caressed her cheeks, her eyebrows were exquisite, and her pupils were a strange silver-blue.

He was like a fragile porcelain doll, he was timid and cowardly as he climbed up.

The moment Ignotus put on his hat, all the sounds in the auditorium fell silent.

Dumbledore stroked his beard: "The Sorting Hat doesn't really want to give me this memory."

He motioned for Harry and them to listen.

"Where do you think I should go?"

"Oh... little guy, interesting little guy." The Sorting Hat sucked in and said, "You are very ambitious, very ambitious, and have great desires."

"Well, you think I should go to Slytherin?"

"Yes, that's right...Little guy, that's where your success will be."

Ignotus asked again: "Are you not afraid that I will break the necks of those snakes?"

"If you want it, no academy will have it easy."

"You don't want that, Gryffindor hat? You know the cursed blood of the Peverells, and you know why we're here at Hogwarts. So if you don't want me to do something Better let me go to Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff? No, I strongly disagree. Badgers are too cute in comparison!"

"I will pretend to be myself. Don't you think my current appearance is very suitable for this academy? Pure and harmless, incompetent and weak, don't worry, I will take good care of my classmates."

After a long silence, the Sorting Hat seemed to compromise: "Can I ask you why, little guy?"

At this time, Harry clearly saw Ignotus sitting on the stool curl his mouth, his eyes fixed on the future Potter, and he licked his lips: "Because my prey is there."

The memory ends here...

They retreated from the Hogwarts Great Hall, and then entered another memory.

Ignotus in front of him has grown into a 16-year-old boy, wearing a Hufflepuff prefect badge on his shoulder.He bowed hypocritically: "Good night, Mr. Principal."

The black-haired Gryffindor descendant sat at the table: "I don't want to see you at all, Peverell." His sharp eyes were like quenched ice skates: "What are you looking for?!"

"You don't need to know," said Ignotus. "Don't try to stop me, Headmaster. No one can take away what Peverell wants. You are a descendant of Gryffindor, but you did not inherit His strength."

With a sound of "bang dang", the utensils in the principal's room cracked.

Ignotus stretched out his hand with a smile, and restored the thing. "Mr. Principal, I will not harm the students of Hogwarts, and of course I will not harm the interests of the school. I have no choice but to find such a thing. After all, you have heard of Peverell who is shrouded in danger."

The memory terminated, and they withdrew from the Pensieve.Dumbledore sat them down, and Fawkes rubbed Harry's shoulder lightly.

"What is he looking for? I mean... Ignotus." Ron hadn't recovered from the influence of his memory. The 700-year-old wizard was too powerful, especially Harry's ancestors, who were even stronger than Voldemort. To be dark.

Dumbledore's fingers met: "Yeah, what are you looking for? This thing was looked for by the Big Four and Peverell... Even Voldemort, he is looking for this thing now."

"Voldemort?" Hermione frowned, she had a guess: "Is it because of Morgan Le Fay Avalon?"

Dumbledore gave him an appreciative look: "Yes, Avalon is the descendant of the boss, Antilk."

"Then what are they looking for? The Deathly Hallows?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Harry." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "The Deathly Hallows is the masterpiece of the three brothers. And this thing—let's call it a mysterious weapon for the time being. Powerful, domineering, omnipotent, Beyond death. That's something even our Big Four crave."

So there's no way that could be the Deathly Hallows.

"Do you think Voldemort let Crouch Jr. into the school to find this weapon?" Harry said, he always felt that Barty Crouch's purpose was not as simple as taking him away.

"I'm not sure," said Dumbledore. "Maybe, maybe not. We don't even know what a weapon is, after all."

After all, it was something thousands of years ago, and the Sorting Hat's memory is limited.The portraits of previous generations of headmasters have also long since dissipated due to magical powers.These things are only spelled out based on scattered memories, and there may be clues, but they haven't found them now.

"I think this kind of thing should be related to Peverell's bloodline. Since Avalon is the descendant of the boss, then..." Draco leaned back on the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly. "That kind of thing can at least undo the curse left by Merlin's era... The three Peverell brothers are also descendants of Vivienne, the witch of the lake."

"This shows that both the second child and the third child have escaped their fate. As for the method they rely on, it may have something to do with weapons."

Vivian was cursed by the Twelve Warriors after killing Merlin, and his descendants, that is, the Peverell family, all died in their prime.The second child, Cadmus, and the third child, Ignotus, both escaped an unknown fate, and their descendants survived, namely Tom Riddle and Harry, who had Gaunt blood.As for the boss, Avalon, who inherited his blood, is still doomed. So far, this Peverell branch that has migrated to Germany is still struggling.

That curse has also become what Morgan Le Fay Avalon bears.

Dumbledore smiled, and he nodded in agreement, without further ado.

"Okay, kids. It's time for you to go to bed." The old headmaster sent them out, and stopped Draco and Ron before leaving: "Two warriors of Hogwarts, I think you are ready Already? I hope you can successfully retake the treasure in the competition in a few days' time."

He blinked and smiled meaningfully.

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Looking at the comments, some children may have forgotten the previous one, so I repaired a section.

In other words, Peverell is actually a descendant of the witch Vivienne.When they got to the three brothers, they tried to find something to escape.The boss did not, the second and third succeeded.And that thing, Voldemort was also looking for.

The offspring of the boss is Avalon, the villain