HP pure blood glory

Louis's expression was not very good at the moment. He flew in front of Potter and said coldly: "Mr. Potter, I should understand to you that there is nothing you can do."

Harry Potter was inexplicably guilty when Louis flew in front of him, he straightened his neck and retorted: "It's not my fault—if Malfoy hadn't run to the Gryffindor training area first—!"

Louis pursed his lips and said nothing, but his face was unusually gloomy, which made Harry Potter afraid to speak any more.

In fact, Louis suddenly felt the power of the dark arts, somewhat similar to the feeling in the first grade-some power calling him-which made him subconsciously ride a broom and quickly landed until he was about thirty feet above the ground. , he got off the broom with a stride—the Nimbus 2001 neatly jumped into the palm of his hand.

He has an intuition that he must leave here as soon as possible.

Then, without a word, he walked off the field grimly—not even having time to say hello to Marcus.

Draco landed right after him, trotting after him.

"Louis!" He heard the other person's anxious voice, perhaps with some guilt.

He tried his best to suppress the emotions in his heart, and turned to look at the boy expressionlessly.

The boy seemed taken aback by his unusual seriousness—for a moment he stopped going.

Louis was a little annoyed, he didn't like the boy's expression of being frightened by him - the boy in his impression should always maintain a proud expression - he hoped that he could keep it like that - that was something he couldn't do anyway from.

Naive arrogance.

He slowed down his tone, "What's wrong."

Draco shook his head, walked quickly to him, put his hand on his arm, "It's okay."

While talking, the two walked to the door of Slytherin's cellar. Feeling the boy's depression, Louis said, "It's not your fault."

"Yeah." The boy responded softly.

Louis felt that this was not enough, the boy was too quiet—he wished he hadn't frightened the other party by his performance just now, "I mean, I like you like this."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt a little regretful, well, these words sounded a bit ambiguous - if he hadn't cared at all before, but now, he strangely found that he began to care.

The boy caught his breath suddenly, and Louis turned his head to look at him.

The boy's chin was pointed, disappearing into the thin shirt—his head was down, and Louis couldn't see his expression.

Inexplicably, he felt his heart beat faster.

He decided to say something to lighten the mood—for example, to share with Draco the abnormality he felt today—"I—"

"Well, I like you too." The boy said quickly, and then he stepped into the bedroom first.

Louis' hand on the door froze.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" This is the sound of his heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?" said Ron Weasley, somewhat annoyed.

"You have as much control as your mother." Ginny Weasley retorted dissatisfied.

Harry Potter said with a grim expression, "Okay." He stared at the remaining five Slytherins on the opposite side, "The Slytherins are still there."

Ron Weasley also realized that his anger seemed a bit out of place-in fact, he just couldn't get used to the dragging look of Louis van Meyer-thinking that everyone was not as good as him-always always His face was cold and ironic - and most importantly, Hermione and Harry didn't think he was annoying!

"To be fair, Louis is a nice guy," Hermione Granger said during a small gathering of the three of them.

Listen, what is this called!

Why can't everyone see through each other's masks!

Louis has no heart at all!

Ron Weasley didn't know when he began to hate Louis - maybe it was last Christmas, when he saw Hermione receiving a gift from him - or he always indulged Malfoy The bad boy was bullying them - or maybe because most of Gryffindor had a good impression of him - even Professor McGonagall praised Meyer in their class!

Colin Creevey ran over with the camera in hand, "Harry! You know what! The way you raised your wand just now was so cool!"

As soon as the words fell, Marcus took the lead in a terrible laugh-a wizard behind him even bent over laughing-"Oh, my God, Potter, you should really marry Creevey home!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Harry Potter looked even worse.

"You guys!" Ginny Weasley screamed angrily, "Both team members have run away - what are you still doing here!"

Marcus stopped smiling, "Look, four Weasleys—where's your Percy? If he's still here, it's a Weasley Fair—"

After speaking, he strode away from the court with the remaining four people behind him.

The Weasley twins came up in front of Ginny Weasley and gave her a thumbs up, "God, you are so brave!"

Ginny Weasley took a quick look at Harry Potter and said shyly, "It's just that they went too far."

Ron Weasley looked sleepy beside him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"come on--"

Louis turned his head to look, and there were old wooden cabinets and wine bottles in front of him—where was the shadow of someone?

He's in an old abandoned mansion now - the decaying smell of dust everywhere - making him subconsciously want to escape.

He knew very well that this was just a dream, but it was definitely not a simple dream, because he found that he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Apart from himself, the crystal ball in the black box unexpectedly appeared in this dream—now this crystal ball is lying quietly in his palm, reflecting the faint moonlight outside the window.

"come on--"

This time, the voice was behind him again.

He turned around and, as expected, there was no one there.

His familiar dragonhide gloves were on his hands, but his wand was not by his side - which made him hardly dare to leave his original position.

This situation is almost a deadlock - he has no way to leave this dream, and this dream will not end by itself - there must be a party to break this deadlock.

At this moment, the dream changed.

The old disused mansion was gone—in its place was a brand new castle—and Louis saw a resemblance to Tim's Castle at a glance.

He looked down at the crystal ball in his hand, it seemed that this dream had something to do with it.

At this time, there was a loud shout from outside the castle, and then his body began to move out uncontrollably.

He ran downstairs in a hurry, and then saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

High crosses, raging fires, wizards howling in pain...

Some people holding long scepters watched indifferently. When he ran out of the castle, those people turned their heads to look at him, "Grab him!" they shouted.

These people wore white robes embroidered with gold patterns, and on their heads were elaborate crowns.

He doesn't have a wand.

He subconsciously wanted to run.

But the body stood there as if it had taken root—he watched the knight with the long sword running towards him, and he saw the strong black magic aura constantly emanating from the tall cross, Obviously the people in the fire were struggling to resist.

His heart constricted for a while, in unspeakable pain.

He saw a man struggling to emerge from the fire. There was a black shield where his skin touched the fire—but he could clearly see that the shield was rapidly thinning.

The man's mouth opened and closed, as if conveying something to him.

He struggled to identify.

The knights were blocked by an invisible shield-their faces were grins-some people in red robes were pouring bottle after bottle of water in this direction.

As the water fell on the shield, he could clearly feel the strength of the passport weakening - it wouldn't hold out for long.

"Germany."

He finally saw what the other party wanted to express.

He heard himself say: "What should I do, what should I do!" The crystal ball in his hand was tightly held by him.

Then, he turned around and started running upstairs—there was no one in the whole castle, he rushed into a large study, and then saw something like a teleportation array—his heart throbbed one after another, but he Still stepped into the teleportation array.

A cold feeling enveloped him, and he felt water pouring into his mouth and nose, almost suffocating him.

The next second, he sat up abruptly from the bed.

wake up.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and the pajamas stuck to his body stickily, making him feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

What's more, he didn't have any strength in his whole body, his heart was beating fast, and it seemed that the throbbing pain from his dream still remained.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

It was a quiet night with a bright moon.When he passed Draco's bed, the boy frowned slightly, but his breathing was even and regular, obviously in a deep sleep.

He almost leaned on the table before going around behind the table, and opened the drawer on the table - there was a black box and a key inside.

Gray suddenly crawled down his wrist.

Since Gray finished eating the gray mouse during the holidays, it has fallen asleep, and today is the first time it has opened its eyes in such a long time.

It slides slowly around the black box.

Louis sat down on the chair and opened the black box. The crystal ball inside was the same as in the dream, reflecting the faint moonlight.

Nothing happens.

What does that dream want to express?

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