HP pure blood glory

It was another Monday morning, and the owls fluttered in from the window, and Louis's snow sculpture was obviously among them - it flew to Louis's dinner plate, holding a letter at its feet.

It was a letter from Germany—with the Meyer family crest in gold and black emblazoned on it.

Louis took the napkin and wiped his hands deliberately, then opened the letter.

[Dear little Louis:

Your mother and I returned from a trip to France recently, and I hope you enjoy your stay at Malfoy Manor.Julis should have handed over the key to you—yes, congratulations, my child, you are now officially the new head of the Meyer family.

I hope you're not frowning now—children are short-lived, and you should wait until next year when you're an adult, but things change quickly, you know.

More things will have to wait until you go home for Christmas. The only advice I can give you now is to cherish your life at Hogwarts.

Love you, Victor van Meyer]

Mr. Meyer guessed right, Louis is indeed frowning now, he is a little uncertain what Mr. Meyer means, what does it mean to cherish life at Hogwarts?

"What's wrong?" Draco asked concerned as he sliced ​​the sausage.

Astoria beside him also raised his head, looking at him with big watery eyes.

"My parents have returned to Germany." Louis replied evasively.

"Oh." Draco replied without looking up, "That's a good thing."

After breakfast, a senior Gryffindor walked up to the long Slytherin table.

He seemed resistant to approaching Slytherin, as both his expression and his actions suggested that he did not come here of his own accord.

He looked around for a while, and his eyes fell on Louis, "Oh, are you—"

"Louis van Meyer," replied Louis.

"Ah, great, Professor McGonagall invites you to visit her office after class." The other party finished speaking quickly, and left the long Slytherin table without looking back.

"What is this?" Draco said inexplicably, "What does Professor McGonagall want you for?"

"Oh my God, it couldn't be that Louis, your Transfiguration Curse is so good that Professor McGonagall has taken a fancy to you." Miss Pansy joked beside her.

"Is brother Louis' Transfiguration spell very powerful?" Astoria asked Draco in a low voice.

"Of course, you must know that he is one of the two people with the transformation spell in the entire academy." Draco showed off in a tone.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness," Pan Xi let out a chuckle, "I have never seen someone who praises himself so obliquely."

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, Louis knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door.

After getting permission from Professor McGonagall, he pushed open the door and walked in. The portrait on the door smiled kindly at him.

"Here you are, my child." Professor McGonagall sat behind a large desk with her usual pointed wizard hat on the corner of the desk.

She was holding a quill in her hand, obviously writing something before he came in.

"Professor." Louis saluted.

"The students of Severus are always so polite." Professor McGonagall smiled gravely - she wore amber rimmed glasses, and when she smiled, there were many small eyes in the corners. pattern.

Louis sat down across from her.

"Take it easy kid," said Professor McGonagall kindly.

But Louis still acted straight, he was not nervous, it was just a habit he cultivated since he was a child.

"About the stadium, I think Severus has informed you of the penalty."

Yes, all fourteen of them had been punished to varying degrees for throwing spells at their classmates on the pitch last week, and his and Draco's punishment was to wipe away those old Slytherin trophies - oh, God knows how long it hadn't been cleaned there, the smell of dust is everywhere.

"Yes, Professor," he replied.

"That's right," Professor McGonagall explained, "I asked Severus to bring you here—I want you to help me with something, so it's my punishment."

She stared at Louis through the glass lens.

"If the professor has agreed, I have no problem."

Professor McGonagall inserted the quill back into the ink bottle, "Severus agreed-so I hope you can come to my office every Wednesday night from now on."

"Okay, Professor." Louis replied, standing up.

"Well." Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, "It's not difficult, I need you to help me sort out some information about the Transfiguration Curse—you know, it's been 32 years since the last modification of the Transfiguration Curse."

Now Louis knew why the other party would look for him.When it comes to the Transfiguration Charm, few Hogwarts can match Lewis, even the senior students.

In fact, Louis was very interested in the Transformation Curse. If Professor McGonagall was not the dean of Gryffindor, he would be happy to discuss issues with the professor every day.

So he nodded, "Okay."

That's it.

Walking from Gryffindor's tower to Slytherin's cellar requires passing through a long outdoor corridor, and then down a winding and dark staircase-the end of the stairs is the Slytherin's lounge.

When Louis walked through the corridor and came to the edge of the stairs, he noticed two figures standing there.

He stopped involuntarily - it was Draco and Astoria.

Because of the distance, he couldn't hear what the two of them were saying - but judging from the boy's facial expression, he seemed a little unhappy.

The girl looked like she was about to cry.

This made it impossible for Louis to walk at all—he didn't know whether to say hello or just ignore it if he walked by—so the wisest choice was to wait until the two men left.

Although it is already summer, the nights are still a bit cold.

When Louis felt that he should cast a warming spell on himself, the two finally left the position and started walking towards the cellar.

Draco went first, Astoria followed.

And Louis followed the two of them far away, trying not to make any noise when he descended the steps—this was not difficult, and his childhood education made him very good at it.

The cellar was as lively as ever, and when Louis walked in, Pansy pointed happily at his soft chair, "Sit down, tell us, what does Professor McGonagall want you to do?"

Louis noticed that Draco wasn't in the lounge, and Astoria was standing with her sister for the rare occasion.

He walked up to Pansy, but didn't sit down, "It's not important, my punishment was changed to help her sort out the materials - the dean also agreed."

"Oh." Miss Pansy replied with some disappointment.

Blaise was a little interested, "What information?"

"Transfiguration spell."

"Look!" The dark-haired Slytherin girl perked up again, "I guessed it right!"

"Well, girls and gentlemen—" said Louis, "I have to go first, and have a good evening."

"Oh, that's true," Pansy said.

Goyle waved him off while Crabbe was busy flirting with his girlfriend.

Oh, and it's worth mentioning that Draco's letter didn't do anything bad, and about Crabbe's stupid head couldn't see what Draco was trying to say - he really thought it was He received a love letter from his girlfriend.

I remember that day when the owl brought the letter (the school’s public owl was used), the moment he opened the letter, he was so excited that he was about to cry—right next to the long table, he gave his girlfriend a A long French kiss - Professor Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Okay, then I won't expose it." Draco said proudly, "I have to say, my love letter writing skills are really superb."

Louis ruffled his soft hair, "No one is better than you."

"of course."

……

When Louis opened the door, the whole bedroom was pitch black.

There was a sizeable bump in his bed—he saw the bump move by the moonlight—just as the door rattled.

He didn't turn on the light, instinct told him not to.

Then he went to the bed.

Draco was sprawled on his bed with the quilt draped around his waist - well, to Louis's satisfaction, the boy remembered to change into his pajamas - he absolutely couldn't stand him lying on his bed in his magic robes .

Not sure what happened to Draco, but definitely Astoria related, Louis guessed.

Then, he turned and went to the bathroom - coming back from Gryffindor Tower, he was desperate to get a good cleanse.

It didn't take long to take a bath. When he came out of the bathroom, the boy still maintained his previous posture, motionless on the bed.

He sat on the bed, reached out and rubbed the boy's head indiscriminately—there was still some damp breath in the hair, which made him subconsciously cast a drying spell.

The boy looked up, and there seemed to be water in his pale gray eyes.

"Why do people have to grow up?" He lowered his head again, buried his face in the bed and said sullenly.

"Because they need to take over the responsibilities of the previous generation." Louis thought of the key. From today, he is the new generation heir of the Meyer family-he knows what this means-even his parents Christmas. He had some ideas about the things he wanted to bring up with him, but he still resisted letting himself come to that conclusion.

This is very similar to boys.

Perhaps every heir will have such confusion at the beginning-what is the responsibility of the family?Do they really know what kind of burden they are going to take over?

The author has something to say:

I'm so sleepy... I hope the babies are all asleep... I can't promise to update every day after school starts...so if you don't have an update after ten o'clock, go to sleep quickly... If you change it, you can also go to the next day look~~~