HP pure blood glory

This realization forced him to stand up from his seat, bend down, and lift Draco up from the chair. During this time, Draco looked at him quietly with wide eyes open, obediently letting Louis Carried him all the way back to the private room.

Because the dance is still going on, there are very few people in the corridor.

Louis stopped a waiter, "If you see Mr. Malfoy, please tell him that we are going back to the room early."

After entering the private room, Louis placed Draco at the door of the bathroom, "Can you stand still?"

Seeing that the other party nodded, he slowly withdrew his hand on Draco's back, "Go in and wash it first, and I'll help you get the clothes."

Draco's flushed little face was full of obedience, completely different from the usual look of baring his teeth and claws, "Yeah." He agreed in a low voice, and then leaned against the bathroom door frame and continued to look at Louis without blinking.

Louis could only repeat his own words helplessly, "Go in and clean it first."

Draco nodded, and reluctantly staggered towards the bathroom, Louis then heaved a sigh of relief and went to find some clothes in his suitcase for a while.

But when he came back, he found the bathroom door open with a wry smile, and that little bastard Draco was still in his party clothes, squatting on the ground with his face buried in his knees.

The water in the bathroom climbed quickly along his robe, and this scene made Louis subconsciously cast a "waterproof and wetproof".

"What's wrong?" He could only squat down and ask.

Draco slowly raised his head from his knees, his face was red and his eyes were red, "You don't want me anymore."

"No." Tim!Can you tell him why the little bastard Draco's IQ plummets when he's drunk?Louis deeply felt that he seemed to be the nanny of some young master, Lord Slytherin Knight—he thought of the nickname Pansy gave him, damn it, isn't it just a nanny?

Louis felt that his good upbringing for more than ten years was about to be ruined by this difficult child.

But after thinking about it, he still coaxed responsibly, "I'm right here, you go in and take a shower."

"Really?" The boy asked doubtfully.

"Really." Louis nodded, trying to look gentle.

The boy stood up unsteadily, leaning on the wall and went into the bathroom.

Louis breathed a sigh of relief, put the change of clothes on the shelf at the door of the bathroom, and closed the door for the other party.

I don't know how long it took, even Louis wrote the letter to his parents, but there was still no movement in the bathroom.He could only stand up helplessly, sealed the letter and put it in the suitcase, walked over and knocked on the bathroom door, "Draco?"

"Hmm." The other party responded, followed by a loud noise.

Louis opened the door quickly, and found that the other party was lying on the ground in a disfigured manner. He grinned at him and pointed at his leg, "It hurts."

Louis helped the boy up and saw that there was a bruise on the calf. Could it not hurt?

Oh, and the clothes I just put on are all for nothing.

Louis put the boy on a small sofa next to the bed, and went to get him another set of clothes, "Changing on, and going to bed after changing."

The boy nodded obediently, "What about you?"

"I'm going to take a shower." Louis said blankly.

"Oh." The boy seemed a little lost, and he began to clumsily unbutton the shirt. The button was crooked by him, and it was very troublesome to unbutton it now.

Why do people sometimes like to make trouble for themselves?Louis thought.

After he was sure the boy was safe on the bed, Louis got his clothes and went to the shower.

When he came out, the boy had fallen asleep on the bed, his face was still flushed, and one leg was exposed, and Louis could easily see a large blue bruise on it.

He should read some books on healing spells, Louis thought, maybe it would be a good idea to ask Madam Pomfrey?

A night without dreams.

"My God, Louis, maybe you can explain to me what this is all about!"

Early in the morning, Louis felt the pain of raising a little bastard. He opened his eyes and found Draco's white calf standing not far from his eyes.Draco himself, on the other hand, had a menacing posture.

So much energy in the morning, Louis thought with a headache.

Seeing that Louis didn't speak, Draco brought his face closer again, "Huh?"

Louis pushed his face away and said blankly, "You fell yourself last night."

"Did you drop it yourself?" The boy repeated with a drawn out tone, "I'm not stupid."

Louis didn't want to entangle with him on this issue anymore. In his opinion, the boy's performance last night had already made him fully understand the lower limit of the opponent's IQ...

Draco has never been a person who likes to spend too much energy on one thing. When Louis came out of the shower, he had already put on his clothes neatly and was about to take Louis downstairs to have breakfast up.

"Good morning, gentlemen." They spotted Lucius at the long breakfast table, slowly eating his dessert.

"Good morning, Dad." Draco replied cheerfully.

After breakfast, Lucius took them to the deck to see the scenery.

The sea is as blue as the sky, there is no wind, and the water surface is calm without any ripples—only when the sea surface is close to the Manticore, there will be layers of ripples like lace .

The outline of a small island appeared at the end of their line of sight. Lucius pointed to the island and said to them, "We will disembark near that small island in about an hour, and someone will pick us up."

"What about this boat? Dad."

"It will continue to go south, boy, and its destination is the Cape of Good Hope in Africa." Lucius leaned on the railing, looking at the two little guys comfortably.

"I haven't been to Africa yet." Draco complained with some dissatisfaction.

"There are very few pure-blood wizards there, you don't want to go, little dragon." Lucius explained, "If you must go—"

"No, Dad." Draco immediately said, now Africa has no attraction for him at all, just kidding, he didn't want to commit suicide, why put himself in a place full of mudbloods!

Louis watched Draco quietly, leaning against the railing, and if he had a mirror at this moment, he would find himself smiling faintly.

At about eleven o'clock, the "Manticore" stopped for a short while at a distance of about [-] feet from St. Helena Island - beyond that was the private territory of the Malfoy family, if there was no prior appointment will be attacked.

A much smaller speedboat was waiting for them on the sea—this person was probably sent by the Malfoy family.

The speed of the speedboat was very fast, and snow-white waves opened up one after another at the stern. Draco knelt down beside the boat and watched carefully, and tried to reach out his hand to touch those waves from time to time.

Louis pulled the boy back, "It's too dangerous."

"Oh." Draco sat down obediently.

At twelve o'clock sharp, they set foot on the land of St. Helena, where some men bearing the crest of the Malfoy family were waiting.

Lucius chatted with them a few words, and one of them walked up to the two little guys, "Please go this way, young masters."

"what is that?"

Draco noticed a black building in the distance.

"That's a Muggle prison." Lucius walked back, "It's exactly what I want to tell you, you must strictly abide by the regulations set by the wizarding world and Muggles when I am away, and don't cross the boundary at will. there."

Draco lost interest when he heard that it was a Muggle territory. He looked around, "Where are the dragons?"

"Don't worry, Xiaolong." Lucius took the scepter from the person next to him, "You can go and see after dinner."

It was local specialties at noon, and Draco put down his fork with a wrinkled face after only taking a bite.

Lucius only had lunch with them once, and after lunch, he went somewhere with that boxy black box.

And Draco, without Lucius watching from the side, let go, and when Lucius left, he leaned in front of Louis, "Let's go, let's go see the dragon!"

Louis put down his fork slowly and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

……

The Malfoy family had set aside an entire forest for the dragons, and the trees weren't like the ones on the island that had lost all their leaves—they were still green.

Before walking in, Louis heard the low roar of the dragon.

"It's the Welsh Green." Draco excitedly guided Louis. "I bet it's up there—but I'm going to see the Norwegian Ridgeback first, okay?"

Naturally, Louis had no objection, these dragons were no different to him.

Hagrid's Norwegian Ridgeback, oh, it should be called "Noble", it was locked in a huge iron cage, and the accompanying staff respectfully explained that this dragon has a bad temper out of the cage.

Draco could only admire the ostentatious jet-colored ridge outside the cage for a while in disappointment, and left before "Noble" got angry.

"Sometimes, although I really don't want to admit it, Hagrid is very good at dealing with these magical creatures." When he went up the mountain to see the Welsh green dragon, the boy said a little dejectedly.

Louis patted the boy on the shoulder, "It's nice to see you evaluate someone objectively."

The boy seemed a little embarrassed and awkward, "It seems like I'm always making trouble for no reason."

Louis smoothed the boy's platinum-blond hair, "You are the sole heir of the Malfoy family, and you must be different from some people."

"That's right." The boy finally cheered up and quickened his pace.

Oh, what about a tamed dragon, just thinking about it makes me excited.

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Energetic boy (laughs)...