HP pure blood glory

"It's really hard work for you." Smethyk rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly, "Let's go, let's go to eat—I'll treat you to this meal."

"You've worked hard too." Mark said, "Actually, I think I'm the most relaxed one among the three of us—I heard that a new restaurant opened in the center of London, and it tastes good, why don't we go together go?"

"That would be the best," Smethyk replied.

Draco expressed his attitude with a raised head.

So Louis could only follow the three of them out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries-there was a bustling crowd outside, full of Muggles in short-sleeved shirts and trousers, people like them who wore robes in summer There are very few.

When Louis walked sideways between a pair of lovers, he heard the girl mutter, "Why do you feel a little cold?"

Mark led them to a place that looked like a bar.

"Although the wine here is the specialty, I would like to solemnly introduce to you their thick-cut steak - I guarantee that you will never forget it after eating it once."

"Didn't you hear about this place?" Draco said abruptly.

Mark smiled awkwardly, "Haha, I also heard that this thick-cut steak is delicious."

Draco shrugged and walked in first.

A fully dressed waiter approached, the tag on his left breast clearly stating that he was a member of the Magical Society.

This is indeed a suitable place for them to eat - at least Louis glanced at it, and didn't see a Muggle, maybe some kind of barrier was set up at the entrance.

"Several, what do you want to order?" He handed over a thick wooden menu with a row of pictures of dishes printed on it. If you tap the picture with the tip of your wand, a list will appear below— —Include the ingredients needed for this dish and the pricing of different portions.

"Please." Draco pushed the menu in front of Mark.

"Three steaks, medium rare - what about you?" Mark looked up at Draco.

"All right." Draco snapped his fingers.

In fact——Louis is a person who likes well-done steaks. Although he can accept six or eight, but he always feels that half-rare is a bit strange... Well, on this point, he is definitely different from the people around him— —Although well-done meat is always hard.

"Where's the drink? Would you like something?" After writing down their main dishes, the waiter asked thoughtfully.

"I want red wine." Mark said, "How about you?"

"Ice water, thank you." Smethyk is a doctor with some strict habits. In order to maintain his keen senses, he rarely drinks alcohol.

Draco glanced at Smethyk, "I still have work in the afternoon, and I want ice water."

"Oh!" Mark wailed, "Okay—I don't want red wine either, but bring us three glasses of ice water."

"Actually, I've been used to this for many years." Smethyk explained, "You're still young, and it's okay to drink a little wine—not to mention that it's very simple for Malfoy to cook a pot of hangover medicine or something."

Mark listened and nodded, "That's right - boil a pot of hangover medicine or something, it sounds like Draco is very virtuous."

Draco smiled with a pale face.

"Are you sick?" Mark asked concerned.

"Probably hungry." Draco changed the subject.

Mark and Smethewic sat on one side, and Draco took the couch space for both of them by himself - he was sitting by the window, by the way, so that Louis could sit next to him - although He is in a state of invisibility.

Louis stared at Draco carefully for a while, and found that there was nothing wrong with the boy except that he was in a bad mood-this realization made him feel relieved, in fact, he was always afraid of what the transfiguration spell would do. Unexpected side effects.

But it didn't take long for him to relax - when Draco picked up the fork after the well-done steak was served - his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Mark, who has been paying attention to Draco, discovered his abnormality immediately.

He leaned forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Draco didn't have the strength to answer his words at all, and everyone saw his face turn pale from a little rosy at the beginning—soon, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and everyone could see When he came out, he was shivering with cold.

Mark stood up from the chair at once, and walked around in a few steps, "I'll take you back!"

"No—" Draco stood up slowly, "I can—"

"I'll take him back." Louis was ready to change his state when Draco was breaking out in a cold sweat - but the transformation of the soul took some time, causing him to show his figure until Mark was almost overlapping him - very soon Clearly, the American kid was taken aback.

"Who are you?" Mark stared wide-eyed—he didn't have the most basic qualities to face the "enemy", and he didn't even think about pulling out his wand—this made Louis a little dissatisfied. The people around Laco didn't even have the most basic quality of defending against the enemy, so he had to consider whether to send a few offshoots of the Meyer family to protect him.

But he wasn't in the mood to think about it right now - he bent over and picked up Draco, who was cold all over his body at this moment, his fingers were curled up, and he couldn't move.

"No, you can't take him away!" Mark finally reacted.

"Go away." Louis hugged Draco, without pulling out his wand at all-but this did not prevent him from casting some simple and effective small spells-for example, an enhanced version of the levitation spell, which can make the eyesore in front of him disappear. The flying insects were sent away.

……

But when the test results came back, all worries disappeared - yes, the Malfoy family was about to have an heir.

At that time, both the Malfoys and the Meyers rushed over, and it took a full two hours to send Draco back to their new home - a huge manor in Iceland - because Draco was not in good condition , they didn't dare to take him to apparate, so they could only use a more primitive way-for example, find two horses to pull the cart over.

It can be said that the worst mood in the whole family is Draco.

"Good boy." Louis accompanied Draco in the room, "If it's not a boy this time, it's me next time."

"Hmm!" The boy's eyes lit up all of a sudden - Louis knew what he was thinking even with his eyes closed.

"That means I can be on it this time?" Draco leaned over and looked at Louis expectantly.

Louis just smiled.

"Say it!" Draco shook Louis' arm coquettishly.

"Then do you want to explain - what happened to that Mark?" Louis squeezed Draco's face threateningly.

Draco was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Oh? I don't understand what you mean - what does it have to do with him."

There was a dumbfounding smile on Louis' face. He bent down and tapped the boy's forehead lightly, then stood up and planned to go out. "Hey!" Draco leaned half out of the bed, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Mark for a duel." Louis looked back at Draco with a smile.

Draco grimaced, "Stingy!"

The author has something to say:

I'm still thinking about the article about cultivating immortals... Before the big project arrives, I still plan to write an article about the entertainment industry to entertain my mood hahahahaha~ It's still not Su Chongwen... This is a novel about nurturing and being nurtured ~ Dedicated to you, I hope you will like it.

Finally, I would like to say sorry, there are two chapters that have been agreed upon and I can’t write any more. In my heart, the ending of this novel at this position is its most beautiful moment. I don’t want to write any more to ruin its beautiful image~ (Bows) Thanks to those little cuties who have supported me along the way~ This is my first finished novel, so your support gave me great motivation and made me persevere.Thanks again!