[HP Gemini] Resurrection

Draco Malfoy has been in a bit of a low mood lately.

It wasn't because of someone's failure of the black magic resurrection technique, because that was expected.

It was his father who finally discovered that many of the family's collections had disappeared.

It made him lose his temper, and the Malfoy house-elves suffered a lot for it.Of course they knew who had taken those precious dark magic items, but of course Draco had ordered them not to tell his father the truth.

And when Lucius Malfoy ordered them to name the thief, several elves even fainted because they couldn't disobey the orders of the two masters.

The manor without the care of the elves immediately became a mess.

A week later, Draco knocked on the door of Weasley's Joke Shop a full two hours later than usual.

It took George a while to open the door for him.

"You hid a girlfriend at home?" Draco teased casually.

"Isn't it because you were late for a date with your girlfriend?" George would never show weakness in talking about it.

He cast an obscuring spell on the door after Draco entered, so that the inside of the store could not be seen from outside.Then with a snap of his fingers, the joke shop suddenly lit up.

"...you look... quite radiant today." George looked like a young Malfoy who had been dry-cleaned, with blond hair sticking unnaturally to his cheeks, and even his clothes were a little clean and faded up.

"Nita and Nata, who were in charge of preparing my clothes and doing my hair, were sick, and my mother had to do it herself. You have to forgive a mother who has never done such a thing, and her family spells have long been forgotten. "Draco complained, but his eyes told George, if you dare to laugh at Mrs. Malfoy, I will definitely fight you hard.

"It's hard to imagine that the Malfoys are still standing. To destroy them, maybe just kill the house-elf who irons their clothes," someone said from behind the shelves.

"Who?" Draco was taken aback, but immediately recognized the voice, exactly like George.

Oh--

"Merlin!" This time the fright was more serious.

"George has already told me about your generosity, but I'm sorry that I can't immediately switch from the previous hostile state to the good friend mode. But I believe that your heart will definitely not be as unlovable as the surface~ Right, Malfoy?" Fred walked over, holding out a hand to Draco.

"You think I'll still shake your hand after you say something like that?" Draco took a step back.

George put his arms around Fred's shoulders: "Trust me Draco, Fred's intentions are completely good, you don't want to know what he's hiding in his hands."

Draco looked at the two of them in horror, the annoyance of the twins merging skyrocketed.

And, "You call me Draco?" Are they that familiar?

"Aren't we friends?" George blinked.

Am I friends because Fred woke up?Draco complained in his heart, if he hadn't woken up, I'm afraid I've always been some nasty Malfoy.

"Speaking of which, how did you succeed?"

George told the story of the miracle, though there wasn't much to say, especially after ignoring his dreams.

"So maybe I just need to hold on for another quarter of an hour to witness the greatest miraculous moment in the world?" Draco said a little angrily, "Why is my luck always so bad."

The twins looked at each other amusedly, wondering why he was angry.

"Fred has been awake for a week, and you haven't told me anything!" Draco found that you had to speak up in front of Gryffindor.

"Oh! Because we—" George felt a little guilty rarely.

"No owls." Fred shrugged.

"So I can only wait for you to come to us, sorry." George continued.

He looked at Draco with sincerity, a look you don't see often on twins' faces, they usually only make fun of you "sincerely".

"Uh..." The dog's eye attack is always invincible, and Draco didn't dare to look directly at it. "It's okay, Fred is right."

"So we're all right?" Fred asked suddenly, "According to the normal practice, we should drink a glass of Flame Whiskey to celebrate."

Draco wondered for a long time whether he was joking, while the brothers began to discuss which bar would be better to go to.

"Wait, is it really okay to make such a hasty decision? We seem to have a lot of things to decide. Also, we just go out like this? Don't worry about others seeing...you?" Draco had to interrupt them.

George turned his head: "Have you forgotten? There is a spell called Disillusionment. I asked Harry to teach it for a whole week at the cost of going home for dinner every day. Let's see the effect today."

He looked at his brother: "Expecting it, Fred?"

"Of course, dear brother," replied Fred, laughing.

The author has something to say: Every time I write about magic, I’m just talking nonsense, I really wish I was a research party...but I always don’t have time orz