HP pure blood glory

Blizzards have been falling continuously in recent days, and it seems that people's mood has also deteriorated with the bad weather.

For the past few days, Draco has been nestling in the Slytherin lounge when there is no class, as if he doesn't want to go outside anymore.

Now everyone will take a detour when they see Potter, and Louis has heard people talking about Potter behind his back more than once-the great-great-great-grandson of Slytherin-they found a lot of evidence to illustrate this point: he can speak Parseltongue, Retreat from the Dark Lord - as if overnight, their savior became the source of the plague.

Oh, it should be called Plague Potter now.

Just as they had just finished a Transfiguration class, and Draco was hurrying to the lounge with his books in his arms, the attack happened again.

It was Peeves - who yelled the murderer's name (Plague Potter, no doubt) and drew the little wizards all over the corridor - Justin and Nearly Headless Nick lay on the ground, Nearly Headless Nick wasn't that pearly translucence anymore—he was a solid plaster cast, and Justin next to him seemed petrified, pale and wide-eyed as if he'd seen something. Great stuff.

The scene became extremely chaotic, and Louis had to hold the boy to his chest so that he would not be pushed by the crowd.

Professor McGonagall quickly came out to maintain order. She stood in the corridor and said, "Those who have classes go back to class now, and those who don't have classes leave quickly."

Some left reluctantly, while others left long ago out of fear.A Hufflepuff student, who was too late to leave, pointed at Potter and screamed, "Catched instantly! Professor!"

"Enough!" said Professor McGonagall sternly.

Louis and Draco left the place too, and the last thing he saw was Professor McGonagall taking a disturbed Potter away.

"I don't think it's Potter now." Draco said suddenly while walking on the road.

"Ok?"

"I don't want to believe that the descendants of Slytherin will be found even if they kill someone--Potter will not be the descendant of Slytherin." Draco said seriously, and it was obvious that he was very interested in Slytherin. Lin is somewhat blindly confident.

"What you said is also reasonable...but it may be that one generation is not as good as one generation." Louis thought to himself, if he wanted to kill someone—he probably wouldn’t be discovered—a simple isolation spell plus a silence spell, Combined with aggressive black magic - it's not easy at all.

While talking, they had already walked back to the lounge.

"Going home for Christmas?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Back." Louis said with certainty, he hadn't forgotten that his father had said that he had something to tell him this Christmas.

"Yeah." The boy responded lightly, he lowered his head, and Louis couldn't see his expression.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them naturally walked to the front of the soft sofa. Louis randomly pulled out a book from the small bookshelf next to the sofa, and the boy picked up a copy of "Bubble Witch" from the table—probably Pansy and the others Forgot to read it here.

The living room was very quiet, save for the faint "crackling" of the flames in the fireplace.

Almost all the senior students are in class, and the first-year snakes are all nested in their dormitories, so there are only Louis and Draco in the lounge.

Draco casually flipped through the magazine in his hand, the magazine made a "cracking" sound, drinking the "cracking" sound of the flames, which made people a little upset.

"Louis." The boy tossed the magazine aside and turned to look at him.

Louis could only spread the book on his knees, and also turned his head to look at the boy: "Yeah."

"Sometimes, I feel that you are far away from me." The boy lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"Huh? Really?" Louis didn't feel this way, maybe his character made people feel a little alienated.

"Yeah." The boy responded softly, "I always feel that you will leave me-I don't know why I feel that way..."

Louis listened quietly for a while, not knowing how to answer the boy.

Said he had no intention of marrying the other party?

Or does he have to have a child of his own?

He hasn't told Mrs. Frieda and Mr. Meyer about this matter yet, and he doesn't know how they will react when they hear that he probably likes a boy.

After confirming it, Louis never doubted that he liked the boy, but as he had always planned, he didn't think about the future with the boy—in his opinion, his wife didn't have to be the one he liked— These two things do not conflict.

There is usually little basis for affection between nobles and their wives.

Like his father and mother, feelings are nurtured.

So he changed the subject, "Are you home for Christmas?"

The boy shook his head, "I don't plan to go back."

Louis thought for a while, and then invited, "Why don't you go to Germany with me?"

The boy's eyes lit up, "Really? Do your parents agree?"

"I'll write them a letter later—they should agree." Louis was finally relieved when he saw the boy cheer up.

Soon, Louis received a letter from Mr. Meyer.

[Dear little Louis:

Glad you have friends to bring home, we would love to welcome such a guest from afar.We'll be waiting for you two on the platform, (your mom is already thinking about a rich Christmas dinner).

Ps: Now I'm going to give you the second lesson, keep your distance from the outside world, because you never know what is going to happen. ]

Louis read the letter quickly, it was short - but he didn't put it down.

Keep your distance from the outside world?

Do you mean Draco?He had to think so.

At this time, Draco just opened the door and walked in, so Louis had to fold the letter.

"What are you looking at?" the boy asked casually.

"Oh, a letter from Germany," Louis replied. "My parents agreed to allow you to visit my house during the holidays."

"Really?" the boy popped his head from behind the closet door. "That would be great."

……

"Look, who is this?" When Louis and Draco struggled to get off the express, before Louis had time to cast a cleaning spell on himself, he was hugged by Mrs. Frieda.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Frieda saw Draco again, and she looked at him with some surprise, "This is the child of the Malfoy family? He looks so cute."

Draco called his aunt a little embarrassedly.

Louis patted the other person on the shoulder, "Relax, don't be nervous."

He noticed that the boy's face was almost red - and he was a little speechless.

"Mother—" he called out, "Draco is relatively thin-skinned, you should restrain your enthusiasm a little bit."

Mr. Meyer came over with a big laugh, he put his arms around Foley and beat Mrs. Foley, "Honey, are you disgusted by little Louis again?"

"He's not cute at all," Mrs. Frieda complained. "Like a little old man—isn't he Draco? Relax kid, our carriage won't fit, we need to walk over there."

Louis pulled up Draco and followed behind his parents, "So, why is it a carriage this year?"

It is simply impossible to return to Germany by carriage from England.

"The British Ministry of Magic has been stricter again this year - your mother doesn't like those Muggle products, so we drove over in a carriage - but it doesn't matter, we just need to walk a while in the carriage, and then there will be a special people are coming to take us back.”

"You're using power for personal gain again." Louis was a little speechless, "Specialized people don't mean..."

"Ahem." Mr. Meyer coughed twice, interrupting Louis, "This time they were nearby by the way, and they sent us back—it wasn't about using power for personal gain."

While talking, they had already walked near the carriage.

The driver was an ordinary-looking man, dressed in Muggle clothes - inconspicuous on the bustling platform - if it hadn't been for the tip of a wand popping out of his pocket that gave him away - Louis didn't expect this to be their family's carriage.

It seems that the British Ministry of Magic is really getting stricter and stricter-even the coachman is wearing Muggle clothes.

Mrs. Frieda got into the carriage first - followed by Draco - he was a bit short, and the carriage was a bit tall - Louis had to support the other party's waist, and sent him into the carriage.

Then Meyer, one big and one small, got into the carriage easily.

Oh, and Louis was in the same line of height as Mr. Meyer—Mr. Meyer was more than a head taller than Mrs. Frieda, and he was taller even among Germans.

After they were all seated, the carriage began to drive.

Draco seemed a little embarrassed, Louis raised his hand and rubbed the other's head indiscriminately, making a mess of his well-managed platinum hair before he stopped.

The boy gave him a threatening look.

"Actually, it's still more pleasing to the eye." Louis said, "It's easy to go Mediterranean when you comb your hair back."

The boy glared at him again.

Mrs. Frieda watched the interaction of the two boys with a smile.

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I can't write anymore babies... I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep...