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Louis opened the strange package, and a letter fell out.

[To Louis van Meyer

Merry Christmas!

From: Harry Potter]

This is rare, he doesn't remember that the savior has anything to do with him, oh, maybe he can be regarded as an accomplice of the person the savior hates the most.

Just at this time, Julius returned with a small box.

"Master, the necklace!" He held the box in front of Louis as if offering a treasure.

Louis opened it, and a yellow gemstone glowed warmly inside, and a thin chain connected the small holes at both ends of the gemstone.

Louis tapped the box with his wand, and some ribbon emerged from the tip of his wand, tying the box in a neat bow.

"Give this to Snow Sculpture, and let her send it to—" Louis looked through Miss Granger's address again, and then handed the small note with the address to Ulis.

……

"Louis."

He turned his head, and a girl with long silver hair was smiling sweetly at him.

He raised his wine glass to signal to the other party, the girl took a step forward, the glass in her hand touched his lightly.

"Mia."

"It's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect to see you at the banquet—you know, you always come for a formality."

Louis took a sip of his wine and looked at the silver-haired girl leaning on the table.

"How was it at Hogwarts?" the girl asked.

"Well, it's almost as expected. Are you in Durmstrang?"

"Very good." The girl looked at him with a smile. "There are relatively few girls in Durmstrang. After I went, I received a lot of care."

"Yeah." Louis nodded.

At this time, another girl came over, "Excuse me, are you Brother Louis?"

Louis looked back at her and found that it was a very strange girl, but Mia introduced him very understandingly, "Michelle's youngest daughter, it's time to go to school next year."

"Brother Louis, you can call me Juliana—can I call you Brother Louis?"

Louis can only look at Mia - he has never been very clear about how to interact with ladies, he can be a complete gentleman, but he is at a loss for this kind of coquettishness.

Mia motioned him to look towards the center of the party, where more girls were peeking at him.

"Mia," he said with some headaches, "if you hadn't found it—"

"Okay." Mia stood up, "My fault, I'll take this lady away now—then you go find a quiet place, I won't look for you, okay?"

Louis looked at Mia, he knew the girl was a little angry, oh, maybe she really shouldn't be blamed for this matter - she was not wrong, but he didn't want to explain anything, in fact, he was really tired.

He has been standing since eight o'clock in the evening until now, and he had to face various ladies and ladies for more than three hours - that's why he hated this kind of banquet so much.

He knew the purpose of this kind of banquet, and he didn't escape until he couldn't escape. Once he turned 14, it meant he was an adult, and he had to start choosing the future Mrs. Meyer.

And this kind of banquet is undoubtedly the best way to choose.

So he just said, "Merry Christmas, Mia, I'm a bit tired."

The girl's complexion improved a lot, she replied "Merry Christmas", and pulled Julianna Michel away.

And Louis walked around to the back of a dining table, in a corner, propped his chin on his hands, and looked at the big clock hanging in the hall.

The pointer is very close to twelve o'clock, and the bell will ring in about 3 minutes.

And he suddenly felt a little lonely.

This is what every noble must experience, he told himself.But it didn't work, and he still couldn't convince himself to ignore the feeling of loneliness.

The pointer moved one step forward.

The conversation in the hall began to muffle, and people began to focus on the clock.

Louis guessed that Mrs. Frieda must be looking for him, but he didn't want to move at all.Oh—just let him stay here, he has no intention of trying to please the little girl and pretend to be good in front of the lady.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, folded his hands on his lap, and sat gracefully.

There was still 1 minute—50 seconds—at this time, the door of the banquet opened, and two people walked in. The person in front was thin and tall, and his long platinum-blond hair attracted most of the attention.

The one walking behind glanced around first——Louis' surprised expression fell into his eyes.

He gave Louis a smug smile, then walked quickly along the wall and hugged Louis.

"Hope I'm not late - Merry Christmas, Louis."

At the same time, the bell rang.

……

The Christmas holiday is neither short nor long, and it will soon be the day when they will go back to school.

Louis and Draco only met for about 5 minutes the whole holiday - oh, and Draco was being taken back to their family's dinner party by his father that night - he really couldn't see how much effort the boy had taken to fly from England What's the point of going to Germany and then flying back to England from Germany - though he admits he's having fun.

And after returning to school from home, they heard another piece of good news—Professor Snape was going to be the referee of the Quidditch match!Oh my God, what better news than this?

"I'm looking forward to seeing Baby Potter submit his withdrawal application." Draco was slicing up a piece of German sausage - God knows it was the first time he had eaten such a thing!

"Keep your knife down," Louis reminded, feeding himself a tortilla leisurely.

Next, the unchanging campus life was about to start again. For the first time, Louis found himself admiring those little lions. They were always in a hurry, as if they were always ready to go on an adventure.

A few times he'd run into the Gryffindor know-it-all lady in the library, the first time she'd come over to thank her for the gemstone necklace for Christmas, and he nodded and said nothing.

Maybe she thought he was a little arrogant, but after that, Miss Granger never looked for him again.

This made his days even more monotonous, and every day was basically watching Draco and Pansy bickering, or listening to Blaise's gossip, oh yes, there was one more thing worth mentioning.

After the Christmas break, Draco showed off to everyone in the common room the Christmas gift he'd gotten from Louis - a wand clip - the kind only an Auror would have.

"The Department of Justice should have looked into it, a good wand clip—"

"It can increase the speed of the caster for a few seconds, Mr. Malfoy, you have been saying this all morning." Pansy flipped through the "Bubble Witch" in his hand, and quickly followed Draco's words.

Draco sat next to Louis with some dissatisfaction, and then he noticed Louis' cuffs: "Louis, where are the cufflinks?"

Louis turned a page. "In the bedroom, I brought it here."

"Oh—" the boy drew out, "you should put it on, and I can help you."

Louis could only turn his head to look at the boy who insisted on being squeezed into the same sofa with him, his pale gray eyes half-closed, giving a soft feeling, and worst of all, he found that there was no way he could refuse — those eyes tell you how sad the owner of these eyes would be if you refused.

damn it.Louis said in his heart.

"Put it on tomorrow," he replied.

The boy patted his arm happily, "Good boy." (Note)

Maybe Draco has also felt a little bored recently. The Gryffindor trio he usually used to make fun of doesn't know what he's been up to lately. It's mysterious, which makes the boy start harassing Slytherin's little boy every day. snakes.

Pansy and Blaise recently saw him on a detour, and even Crabbe and Goyle looked a little listless when they saw him, not as excited as before.And the boys who didn't give full play to their energy during the day continued to harass Louis at night-who called them roommates?

Oh, my God, Louis wished he was in a dormitory for himself. He was already worried that when he got out of the shower, he found that little bastard Draco had changed into his pajamas, and was sitting on his bed and smugly smug at himself. Laughing - this scene is already used to it, okay?

What a horrible habit?

"Go back to your own bed," he said, standing by the bed after casting a quick-drying charm on the boy's hair.

Oh, that platinum blond head is always hanging down, only the top of the hair is exposed, and whenever he says this, the boy will look at himself with very hurt eyes-the eyes are shining like water Spots of light like stains, oh - he can't see a lady crying in front of him, and now this sentence applies to men as well.

"Go back to your bed, we can still talk." He tried to deceive the other party.

"No! You'll just fall asleep, or not hear what I'm saying!" protested the boy.

Well, now Louis could have imagined the scenario for a while - and he was totally, well judged.

About five minutes later, he was lying under the covers, listening to the boy whining in his ear about how boring life was, how difficult some spell was, how cold Crabbe and Goyle had been to him lately.And whenever he was about to fall asleep, he could always feel the boy poking around his waist.

"Don't make trouble." He said dazedly.

"Talk with me!" The boy was uncharacteristically excited.

Louis opened his eyes and looked at the boy. "I think we should go to bed."

"Well, but you haven't answered my question yet!" the boy whispered in his ear.

"Yes." Louis replied with his eyes closed.

"So what do you think?" The boy poked his waist again.

All he could do was reach up with one hand and grab the troubled hand - and then Draco reached out with the other - and he could only drag the other's hands up, using his own Hold them down - oh, sleep at last.

Note: Recently, in order to write a good translation accent, I deliberately read a few British dramas. As a result, when I write novels, English first appears in my mind, and then Chinese. I think "Thatismyboy." is more suitable for this place, but I didn't know how to translate it, so I translated it as "good boy".

The author has something to say:

As a little transparent piece of JJ, I just found out today that the works of a single fan cannot be signed...and it is even more impossible for the works involving the original plot...

I feel that writing articles is for my own love, and your love for me.I don’t know if I will lose love after writing this book... because there is no list~ so everyone who comes in is a destined little angel~~~ Everyone is going to start school, and I will also start school... ...Forget it, I feel that I am just looking for something to say... I am going to climb down to code~