HP pure blood glory

The boy looked up at him suspiciously, and Louis looked back with his green eyes.

After a while, the boy was defeated, "Okay, okay—shall we go back to the dormitory?"

The boy's eyes were bright and wet, "Go back to bed! How about we write love letters together?"

Louis didn't like banquets very much. Although he couldn't say he was very happy about writing love letters, it was rare for a boy to be so emotional that he couldn't refuse.

"Ah."

The two boys stood up, Pansy noticed their small movements, but Louis gave her a soothing smile - the brunette shook her head helplessly, and watched the two boys leave early.

……

"Listen to that—ah, Crabbe, your brown eyes are like—like what?" Draco turned to Louis.

At that time, Louis had just come out of the shower and was sitting on the bed buttoning his shirt meticulously. Hearing this, he said casually, "It's like Snake's fur."

"Oh, yes! This is good!" Draco laughed happily, "I can't tell—Louis, you are indeed my knight!"

Louis said he didn't want to answer anything.

Draco put his head down and added that sentence seriously.

His platinum-blond hair seemed to have a warm yellow halo under the indoor light—it softened his profile.

"Oh, this won't work—" he said to himself.

"Yes, it should be written like this—" The quill in his hand quickly wrote lines of cursive characters on the paper.

After a while, Draco raised his head with some dissatisfaction, "Have you dressed yet—come and help me see how I write."

Louis could only get off the bed, put on his soft shoes, and walked to Draco's side.

His blond hair was hanging down because he didn't use the Quick Drying Charm, and when he looked down at the love letter from behind the boy, some of it touched the boy's neck - Draco couldn't help it Stretching out his hand and scratching his neck, he turned his head and looked at Louis with dissatisfaction—the two were so close that Draco could clearly feel Louis' breathing.

Louis opened the distance between the two of them.

The boy glared at him, then pointed down at a line of writing and said, "Look at this, how about it?"

"Hmm." Louis sat down beside the boy, half-turned his body and watched the boy write earnestly.

Suddenly, Draco turned to him and asked, "Hey, if you were asked to write a love letter, what would you write?"

Let him write a love letter?He'd never considered such a thing... In fact, he couldn't think of a single place he could use a love letter.

Not surprisingly, his future wife will be the youngest daughter of Barbara's family, Mia Barbara, and the two families have reached a consensus now—and he doesn't think he needs to write a love letter to Mia, think about it, Write a love letter to Mia - write what?

So he just shook his head in confusion, "I don't know, I never thought about it."

The boy put the quill back into the inkpot and begged, "Think about it then!" He tugged at Louis's sleeve and swung it back and forth.

Louis couldn't bear to refuse, especially since boys seldom act coquettishly like this, so he thought about it seriously, and said with some uncertainty: "Hmm... I hope you become the mistress of the Meyer family... something like that?"

He looked at Draco seriously.

Unexpectedly, the boy who clearly asked him to think didn't look at him at this time, only to see that the other party picked up the pen again at some point, and said to himself: "There should be more changes here..."

so?Did he really think about it for nothing?

Louis poked the boy's waist with some dissatisfaction, and the boy twisted his body to hide - the quill in his hand fell on the paper, making a small dark green mark.

Draco exclaimed, put down his pen, and turned his head to look at Louis angrily, "What are you doing!"

"I think you need a cooling spell—" Louis looked at him with mock seriousness, "You're all red."

The boy covered his face with his hands, also expressionless, "Then cast one for me."

"Okay." Louis stood up, "I'll make a copy for you tomorrow—it's time to go to bed now." After speaking, he stood up from the chair and walked to his bed.

Until he was already lying in the warm blanket, Draco still sat there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Draco." He called out.

The boy looked up at him for a moment, then walked towards him.

"What?" he asked leaning on the pillow.

"I need a cooling spell." The boy kicked off his shoes and climbed up from the end of the bed, "You said it."

Louis took his wand from the bedside table and tapped it on the boy.

But the strange thing is that after a cooling spell, the boy's face turned even redder, and he muttered, "Okay, now I'm terribly cold," while slipping into his bed.

What is the logic?Obviously it was Draco himself who wanted to cool down the spell.

Louis tapped his wand on the bedside lamp, and a few more seconds later the room went dark.

He put the pillow down and lay down on the bed as the boy leaned closer. "Cold," he said.

Louis wanted to give the boy another warming spell, but it was so easy to get sick—so he had to get up resignedly and pull up the wool blanket under his feet. "It's almost summer," he said, still covering the boy. Covering the quilt, "you can sleep, Your Highness."

After waiting for a long time, Draco gave a soft "um", Louis closed his eyes in relief, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, they hurried across the stairs leading to the underground Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, preparing to go to Professor Lockhart's class.

At the end of the first class, Professor Lockhart winked mysteriously at them, saying that there was a surprise waiting for them.

After the little snakes sat down in the classroom, Professor Lockhart stood on the podium holding a cage.

He first greatly praised a few girls (the girls were so touched that they were about to cry), and then he mysteriously "Shhh!" and said, "Now, let's be quiet—don't Angered these little monsters."

Although reluctant, the little snakes still cooperated and quieted down.

Professor Lockhart nodded in satisfaction, and put his hand on the cage—after creating enough atmosphere—he lifted the cover, and said with some pride, "The Cornish elf just caught."

Draco, who was sitting next to Louis, let out a clear sneer—there were not a few people like him, and the little snakes basically looked disdainful.

Professor Lockhart was a little dissatisfied with the reaction of the little snakes. He emphasized, "Don't underestimate these little monsters—they may also be cunning little destroyers like devils!"

Those Cornish elves were jumping up and down in the cage together, and they couldn't be quiet for a moment.

"Remember, in this classroom, you may encounter extremely frightening monsters - I'm not the kind of teacher who just talks about the knowledge in textbooks (Louis thinks he's talking about Professor Snape, because the latter They won't be allowed to do it themselves until they've finished the lecture completely-but Louis thinks this is really good-those little lions-you never know what disaster they can cause)-Okay Now, I know you can't wait—" Professor Lockhart smiled "you know" and opened the iron door on the cage, "Let me see how you will deal with them!"

It was a mess now, and the elves were scurrying around like loaded cannonballs.They jumped so high that they fell from the ceiling - grabbing the little snakes' textbooks and slamming them to the floor.

Louis didn't want to be too special, so when an elf approached him, he gave the elf a "faint!" After a while, there were many elves lying on the ground beside him.

"Look - what he's doing!" Because Louis looked more than capable of dealing with elves, Draco was able to sit comfortably in his own chair and even have time to watch what others were doing.

Right now, he was looking at Professor Lockhart with great interest.

Louis looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw Professor Lockhart holding up his wand, saying something for some reason—he didn't see any spell coming from his wand anyway.

Finally, this farce ended quickly under the careless casting of magic spells by the little snakes.

Professor Lockhart stood on the podium - his clothes still smooth even after all the drama - "Well done, boys - ten points for Slytheringa!"

A Defense Against the Dark Arts class just passed.

Draco was in a good mood recently, and he started holding a copy of the "Quidditch Training Manual" at any time, anywhere.

This incident also originated from the morning of a week ago, when the owl flew into the restaurant, Uncle Lucius brought a letter to the two boys - he probably felt that Louis was also very interested in Quidditch , so he donated a broom to each of the Slytherin house team - so that the two boys could easily enter the house team.

The letter also said that he asked Professor Snape to write a certificate for them, allowing them to join the academy team.

Draco was so happy, he wanted to kiss the letter - but in the end he hugged Louis, pulled his head off with his arms, and gnawed hard on Louis' neck.

He actually wanted to kiss on the face—but Louis was so tall that he could only reach the other's neck on tiptoe.

Louis is taken aback by the sudden onslaught—he's confused for a few seconds, his mind blank for a few seconds—and then chooses to ignore it.

He raised his hand and lifted the boy off him expressionlessly.

Oh, and it's worth noting that this happened at breakfast, which is to say - the whole Slytherin table witnessed it.

The author has something to say:

I will give you some small benefits~~~~Louis will not always have such a low EQ... But after all, his growth needs a process... In fact, he may not really have a low EQ, I think...