HP pure blood glory

The game quickly resumed.

The rain was also getting heavier, and Louis had to stop and cast an adapted version of the defensive spell on himself-now he was like a moving ball of light, extremely conspicuous in the rain.

There are more than 700 fouls in Quidditch, but the Hogwarts Quidditch game is not very formal, so as long as Louis does not cast magic on others on the field, it is not a foul.

But it's a pity that Louis couldn't cast the same spell on Draco.

The weather was really terrible, the rain curtain almost became a silver-white curtain, and the sound of splashing rang in my ears——Louis squinted his eyes and looked for the Quaffle on the field. Fly over and hit it into the opponent's basket.

Because of the weather, Louis could barely see people thirty feet away—the rain screen was like a natural curtain, separating him from the others.

As he was weaving through the rain again looking for the Quaffle, he heard Professor McGonagall's whistle—the game was over.

He slowed down and landed slowly on the ground.

"Win! We won!" Before he could stand still, a figure fell into his arms.

The boy was drenched, his black magic robe was clattering wet against his body - but he obviously didn't notice this, he was holding something high in his hand - he was holding it so tightly that Louis didn't even see it. Missing the poor thing—he jumped with excitement, "My God! I've won! I've got it!"

The boy kept repeating.

Louis raised his wand and cast a waterproof and moistureproof spell on it, and then cast a quick-drying spell.

But apparently boy's robes don't dry that fast.

Louis hesitated, then took off the robe that was covering him, "Take off your coat."

"Oh." The boy complied in a daze.

Louis pulled his robe over the boy's body - the scene was kind of funny, because Louis was taller, Draco looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes at the moment.

Just then, the other Slytherin players gathered around, and Marcus looked extremely happy - even happier than the boy.

"Win!" he repeated over and over.

Draco held the Snitch up in front of Louis like a treasure, and he squeezed the poor little thing tightly between his fingers so that Louis could see clearly.

Seeing the boy's happy look, Louis felt that Quidditch was actually not that boring, and he found that his heart was beating fast, and a sense of pride that he had never felt before slowly spread in his heart.

Yes, he was proud of Draco.

He raised his hand to wipe off the drops of water on the boy's forehead, and put the hat on the boy's head again.

"You're the greatest Seeker I've ever seen," he said.

In a word, the boy's eyes sparkled. He seemed a little embarrassed and lowered his head, but after a few seconds he raised his head again, "You are also the most powerful Chaser I have ever seen!"

By this time, they had followed Marcus back to the Slytherin lounge.Marcus desperately suppressed his excitement and put on a serious look, "This is just the first game, and we will work as hard as this one in every next game!"

"Yes!" Slytherin's little snake yelled out with a rare infection.

In the evening, there was a little celebration for the house team in the Slytherin common room, and the boy drank so much that by the end he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Draco, are you drunk?" Pansy asked.

"No...no." Draco replied inarticulately.

"Really?" the girl smiled.

Draco was huddling with Louis on his one-seater sofa at the time, with the boy's arm wrapped around his, his head resting on his arm, and a goblet in his hand.

"Of course...it's true." The boy raised his head and replied, "I have deliberately... practiced...my drinking capacity is definitely higher than this...if you don't...you don't believe it...I...I... …so I……"

Pansy smiled happily, she seemed to enjoy watching the boy's joke, "Oh, it seems that you are not drunk - I think Louis seems drunk, you take him back."

Louis, who only drank a small bottle of dark beer, sat calmly on the sofa and watched Pansy tease Draco.

"Okay!" Draco stood up suddenly - he obviously forgot that he still had his arms hanging on Louis, so he had to fall back down as soon as he stood up.

"Oh, forgot—drunk people are heavier," he said to himself, and then brought his face to Louis's—and when their noses were almost touching, he finally stopped. "I'll help you stand up."

Pansy covered her mouth and grinned.

Astoria's complexion was a little pale, with a forced smile on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of big eyes looking at Louis.

As for Daphne?She was already drunk and took a boy to dance.

The students in the upper grades basically surrounded Marcus, while the students in the lower grades didn't dare to come to Draco's side, so the boy was not ashamed at all.

When Draco stood up again, Louis also stood up in cooperation.

The boy swayed, bumped into his arms, and muttered, "Don't pull me."

Then he struggled to get up from Louis (Louis had to hold the boy's arms to make him stand upright), and when he stood up straight, he said with concern: "Well, you put your hands on my shoulders, I can take you back...well, can you... hear what I'm saying?"

Louis turned his head and gave Pansy a warning look, which stopped the other party's smile with just one look.

"You're so stingy, you don't even allow a joke." The black-haired girl complained softly.

Then, Louis hugged the boy by the waist, and the boy consciously wrapped his arms around his neck. What's funny is that when he did this, he also said, "You don't want to put it on my shoulders. Or put it on your shoulders."

"Senior Meyer." When Louis was about to take the boy back to the dormitory, Astoria suddenly stopped him.

He turned to look at the girl, and Draco in his arms looked up at the girl suspiciously.

The girl's face turned red all of a sudden, and she murmured, "It's nothing, good night."

"Good night." Louis said politely, because he couldn't do any unnecessary movements while holding Draco now, so he just nodded slightly, and walked up the stairs without thinking.

"Hey Lou...Louis, I think...we're on broomsticks." The boy rested his head on Louis' neck, his limp platinum blonde hair brushing against his neck as he spoke. The Adam's apple sweeps and turns—it makes Louis instinctively want to cough.

Draco didn't notice this, he continued to shake his head and said, "Did I drink too much... I'm in the lounge, how can I be on a broomstick?"

Louis stood in front of the bedroom door with the boy in his arms, but found that he couldn't open the door at all because he didn't have a hand—but the boy quickly understood what he meant, and he took out a hand to unscrew the door, " I'll open the door... You can stand still..."

Very good, completely misunderstood.

Louis decided in his heart that he really couldn't let Draco drink so much in the future—I still remember the last time Draco was drunk, and his IQ seemed to be eaten by something—this time too—in Going on like this, Louis really felt that he seemed to be the other party's house elf.

Look - he needs to take off the boy's jacket and then help him slowly into the bathroom.

"Eh? Louis, do you want to take a shower?" When the water splashed on Draco, his wet and dry shirt was tightly attached to his body, and through the shirt, he could see the pale pink hair inside. skin.

Louis felt that he should go out.

He wasn't sure what would happen to him if he stayed here any longer.

"I won't wash it, you can wash it." He put the boy's hand on the handrail on the bathtub, and after making sure that the boy would not fall, he let go of him.

"Call me after washing, and I'll get you clothes."

"Oh." The boy said obediently, the hot water seemed to wake him up a lot, and he even spoke more coherently.

After getting the boy's response, Louis quickly took a step back, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

After calming down a little, Louis walked to the writing table—in fact, he is also feeling very uncomfortable now. After being drenched in the rain, he has not taken a shower until now—he feels uncomfortable everywhere.

So he didn't sit down, but stood in front of the table.

He had the urge to write a letter to his parents.

But the Christmas holiday is not far away, if he can say it in person, he thinks it will be more clear than the letter.

Not long after, Draco's voice came from the bathroom, "Louis." His voice was soft, and he looked a little weak, but it was true, they almost flew in the sky for a day, and at night they participated in the Slater Lin's small banquet, no wonder he wasn't tired.

Louis regained consciousness from his thoughts, raised his wand and cast a levitating spell on the clothes in the closet—those clothes fell off the hangers obediently and flew in front of him.

Then he cast a fly away spell (this is an adapted version of the fly away spell), and the clothes floated in through the open door.

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Tomorrow is Girls' Day, I wish you a happy holiday in advance~~~

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