[HP] Return late

The shallow, lip-to-lip kiss slowly deepened until they tentatively embraced each other's lips, until the clumsy stray cat began to respond jerky.

The flames of the fireplace shot up all of a sudden, and the green light reflected the decorations in the living room with a layer of color.

"Oh my god—"

Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye, it was Granger, she was resting her forehead with the back of her hand, and turned away.Draco didn't want to let go of the soft and warm touch in his mouth, but chose to ignore it.

"Uh-heh--" The idiot who was so beautiful still wanted to break free, but he settled down after biting his lower lip.

Miss Know-it-all, you should be smart enough to know what to say and what not to say.

The fireplace burst into flames again, and this time it was Ron Weasley, with two suitcases, if it wasn't for his hands full of things and being grabbed by Granger with quick eyes and hands, look at his red face His face was about to burn, and it was obvious that he was about to rush forward to fight.

"Hey! Hey! Harry! Draco! Damn it!" the red-haired Weasley shouted unwillingly, "Malfoy!"

"asshole!"

"Hermione let go!"

Well, Draco kissed the corner of Harry's lips reassuringly, drawing his attention back.

Anyway, he had long wanted to show off to these two people that he was more important to the savior than the two of them.

The third time the flame came on, he was a little annoyed.

Weasley's sister, the guy who dared to seduce his belongings in the future, appeared in the flames with a stupid ginger cat.

This time, he simply pressed the back of the savior's head hard, and did a deep French kiss before letting go.

"Can you explain why you guys—" he stood up with folded arms, scanning the boxes and backpacks that filled the living room, "entering my house with such a big fanfare."

Before anyone could speak, the flames lit up again, this time coming out of one of the Weasley twins - Draco knew who would be next.

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, our wealthy stockholder—"

"And shy little Harry—"

As soon as the twins stepped out of the fireplace, they dropped the box and came over to give him and Harry each a warm, big hug.

"According to the arrangement, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Malfoy thought it was not suitable for us to stay at 12 Grimmauld Place. Therefore, we all moved here. It is said to be the safest and most foolproof place. I didn't expect you to be with Harry. Live here." Hermione explained quickly.

"Well, welcome, everyone. Before that, I think I should arrange a room for you first?" Draco made a gesture of invitation and led them up the stairs.

The stray cat wanted to follow, but was pulled over by Ron, whispering that Draco knew what to say without guessing.

"Starting from the second floor, you can choose freely. The top is my mother's room, and the other two rooms on the left of the third floor are mine and Harry's."

"If you want, I suggest that the lady live on the second floor?" Draco looked at Granger and said, "Since the laboratory is on the first floor."

"I have no objection." Hermione said indifferently. The only two adult twins were floating with everyone's luggage and walked at the end. The two commanded several large boxes to wrestle in the air. Hermione sternly shouted to them: "If What's wrong with anything in my suitcase—"

"Then all jokes will be confiscated next semester—"

The twins said in unison, and left her box in the corridor on the second floor with a smile.

Hermione glared at the two of them, and said angrily, "Thank you." She moved the box to the door at the end of the corridor, waiting for other arrangements.

"I think I can share a room with Hermione, and maybe there will be other guests," Ginny Weasley continued quickly.

Draco glanced at her arrogantly, "I think even if it is a temporary manor, there will be enough rooms to entertain you." Although it is certain that this red-haired mother Weasley is nothing compared to him, but also He couldn't take it lightly, five years ago, he had already been compared to a Weasley once.Thinking of this, he gave the bewildered savior a hard look.

"Well, I live next door to Hermione."

Draco turned to the three Weasley boys, and before he could speak, a weak, trembling "Hello?" came from downstairs.

Several people looked at each other, and Draco asked, "Who else?"

The Weasleys who had just moved in shook their heads together.

The savior said softly, "It sounds like Neville."

Draco felt that his house had become a Gryffindor concentration camp, he raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and said slowly: "Harry, you take them to choose a room, I'll go down—to entertain my new guest."

The savior quickly grabbed his arm, "Let's go together."

Seeing the expressions of approval from several other people, he just shrugged.It's just that I used that Crucible Killer to experiment with prank magic a few times, so I don't need to be so nervous.Besides, in his house, he thought he would have some hospitality.

The round-faced boy standing awkwardly in the living room, covered in ashes, dragging a box with one hand and holding a toad in the other, was none other than Neville Longbottom.

"Hi, Neville, hello." Harry greeted the cauldron killer who had trampled on his mother's handmade rug before his master.

If the first few still have merits, then this guy is purely here for refuge?

Draco squinted, looked at the savior downstairs who was enthusiastically helping with the luggage, and decided to keep the sarcastic words.

If it can be used for him, he doesn't care that this is a group of lions that he doesn't like very much.

He walked up the stairs again, and suddenly began to miss his friends in Slytherin, but those guys who were wise to protect themselves, had long been hiding safely and would not show up at all.For them, family obviously weighs more than friendship.

Narcissa didn't come back at lunch, Harry's house elf Potter led a group of Gryffindors to cook the most humble fried meat and egg sandwiches.The Weasley twins didn't stay on the dining table, but grabbed two sandwiches and went back to the room directly. It seemed that the new product they were tinkering with had reached a critical moment.

The rest of the people sat around the long table, giving Draco the illusion that he had strayed into the long table of Gryffindor College.

Gryffindors love to chat and exchange news at the dinner table.As the master, Draco couldn't avoid it at this time. Potter served him a piece of fried bacon, and he moved the knife and fork slowly, pretending to be very interested in the fried meat.

This kind of thing, even if you eat it, can't be absorbed, right?

He forked a piece of fried meat cut into small pieces and chewed it in his mouth. He could feel the texture of the meat on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't taste any flavor.

"My mother was very worried about the state of the school. She didn't think I should go back to school at all. Because of this, she was hysterical for a while. Later, maybe Professor Dumbledore had a meeting with them and said something. After a few nights , she and Mrs. Malfoy—" Ron held the sandwich in one hand and nodded at Draco, "we discussed it, so we all came here. Hermione has been in Grimmauld Place since the end of July , so she's with us."

"In fact, my parents seem to have noticed some problems. They want me to go directly to high school after a period of self-study and leave the wizarding world." Hermione said, "So I ran out in the name of Harry's birthday." .”

"I don't quite know what happened. Grandma suddenly gave me a note and told me to pack my luggage and go to the address written on it. She said not to leave the safe area."

Harry glanced at Draco, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said solemnly: "Professor Dumbledore passed away this morning, maybe you don't know the news."

"Harry, this isn't funny." Ron said in horror, putting the unfinished sandwich on his dinner plate, seemingly losing his appetite.

"What he said is true, the war is about to begin." Draco put down the tableware following the topic, picked up the napkin and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

The dining room was instantly dead silent.The girls began to sob. Longbottom's face was pale, and his mouth remained motionless as if his soul had been sucked out by a dementor.

"Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard, this is impossible—" Ron struggled unwillingly.

"He's 150 years old, probably." Draco said calmly. Although Dumbledore didn't die normally, if Professor McGonagall didn't explain it to them, then it's better for him not to say more.

Everyone lost interest in the food on the table, and for maybe five minutes—or maybe ten minutes—no one made a sound, not even the crying.

"They all know, don't they?" Granger broke the silence first, her voice trembling with tears, "School is not safe anymore - let's all hide?"

"There are traces of underage wizards - they can't use magic outside of school, so are we going to stay here until we reach adulthood?" Ron asked anxiously.

"No, we're going back to school," said Harry.

"No, Harry, if You-Know-Who breaks into the school again—" Ginny Weasley said disapprovingly.

"If it's when the school is in session, we can use magic outside the school." Draco said softly, didn't these Gryffindors find out?

"Harry, I'll join you." The Crucible Killer who had been ignored all this time said suddenly.

Draco unexpectedly looked at this boy who had always been weak and easy to bully, but found that the look of fear and self-confidence on his face was erased in an instant as if using some magic, and he said firmly with a deadpan expression. if.

"I join you in rebelling against that man."

"Of course Harry, Ron and I have always been on your side." Hermione wiped the tears off her face and said without hesitation.

"Hermione is right, Harry, we've always been on your side."

"Why don't we recruit members of the DA?" Ginny Weasley suggested.

"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, Draco Army." Ron said sourly, forking the unfinished sandwich on the plate.

"Ron!" The stray cat jumped up, pounced on him, and covered his mouth to prevent him from saying another word.

"Hey, kids, what are you talking about—"

"And didn't call us adults—"

The twins appear at the door of the restaurant, holding extendable ears.

The author has something to say:

The dissertation was unanimously approved, so I have been having dinners for the past two days - being poured - getting up - having dinners again - and so on.

Well, I have rashes all over my body, so don't let me go! ! !