HP pure blood glory

[Dear mother:

It's been a long time since I wrote to you, I wish you all the best these days.

There is one thing that I have hesitated for a long time, and I want to tell you—but I don't know if this opportunity is right now.I gradually realized that my understanding of things is far inferior to yours, and I hope to get your guidance.

Ps: Please don't tell your father about this, I'm not ready yet.

Love You: Draco Malfoy]

One can imagine what kind of mood Narcissa would feel when she received this inexplicable letter.

She even began to wonder if Draco was having a bad time at school, after all, the boy had never written to her in such a difficult tone.

So, she thought it over and over again, and wrote such a reply letter to the boy quite cautiously.

[Dear Dragon:

We are all fine, nothing to worry about.

What kind of problems has Xiaolong encountered recently?But no matter what it is, the Malfoy family will be your solid backing.

Love You: Narcissa Malfoy]

Draco, who read the letter, felt uncomfortable for a while, and he realized once again what kind of decision he had made - the Malfoy family was his backing, how could he bear to see it cut off?

So his reply did not mention Louis.

[Dear mother:

I don't know how to describe this problem, I hope I can think again.

Ps: Mom, what do you think if I have a little brother?

Love You: Draco Malfoy]

Draco added a postscript in a relaxed tone as much as possible. He wanted to test it out. If there is a little brother, wouldn't the problem be solved easily?

Narcissa who received the letter was confused by Draco, isn't there a problem?Why did you suddenly talk about the little brother?

The offspring of pure-blood wizards are rare, which may be difficult.

[Dear Dragon:

It's okay, you can ask me whenever you think about it.As for the matter of the little brother, your father and I have never considered it. You are enough for the Malfoy family.

Love You: Narcissa Malfoy]

Draco sat blankly holding the letter for a while, the setting sun shone in from the window, half of the boy's face was reflected in yellow, half in gray—utterly lonely.

And when Louis walked in, he happened to see such a scene.

"What's the matter?" He walked to the boy, and then he saw the envelope on the table.

"A letter from your family?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded listlessly, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

"Now?" Louis was a little surprised. There was still more than an hour to finish the meal. If the boy wanted to sleep at this time, would he be able to get up then?

"I won't eat dinner." Draco stood up and moved slowly to the bed.

"I'll ask Ulis to save a portion for you to eat after you wake up." Louis said without doubt, "Then you go to sleep, I'll go out first."

"Yeah." Draco nodded.

When he walked to the door, Louis suddenly thought of?One thing, isn't the boy homesick?He turned his head and asked the other party, "Did you miss Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius?"

The boy was already lying on the bed at this time, half of his chin was covered by the quilt, making him look very weak and pitiful.

"En." He responded lightly, then closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

Louis saw the boy like this, although he was a little worried, he went out anyway.

"Ulis," he said as he descended the stairs.

"Yes! Master!" The house elf in uniform appeared on the steps all of a sudden, "What orders does Master have! Julius will do it!"

"Save a portion of tonight's dinner for Draco." Louis ordered, and then thought about the boy's taste, "Prepare him two puddings." It seems that the boy has a sweet tooth, Louis recalled I remember every time at the banquet, the boy would hold a small plate of pudding, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously-that look is really cute.

"What's wrong?" asked Mrs. Frieda.

"Sleepy." Louis explained, "Maybe I was too excited last night and didn't sleep well. Let's eat after he wakes up."

"Ah." Madam Frieda asked with concern, "How does he feel physically? Tim Castle has a resident doctor."

"It should be sleepy, it doesn't seem to be a serious problem." Louis recalled Draco's performance just now, thinking that the other party was just a little depressed.

"Well, that's good." Mrs. Frieda nodded reassuringly, "Your father just went out to work at the Ministry of Magic—it seems that Germany is going to hold a huge Christmas carnival this time—you two little guys You can also take a look."

"Yeah." Louis nodded in agreement, the boy probably likes this kind of excitement very much.

In the evening, Mr. Meyer returned in a dusty journey, and he brought back two crystals tied with strings.

"Tickets for the carnival." Mr. Meyer handed two crystals to Louis. "I specifically asked for it. You and Draco can go and see. The Ministry of Magic has spent a lot of money and energy for this carnival this year. Should be fine."

"Thank you." Louis took the two crystals.

Then, the family of three sat down at the dining table, and several house elves kept shuttling between the kitchen and the dining room. Each time they put several dishes on the table—after a while, the entire long table was covered It's full.

"How fast," Mr. Meyer sighed. "Another term has passed."

Louis didn't quite understand Mr. Meyer's sudden emotion—you know, he wasn't usually like this—so he put down his fork and looked at him suspiciously.

Mr. Meyer seemed a little helpless. He looked at Louis and said, "Oh, you are always so sharp-remember what I told you, I have something to tell you this Christmas."

Louis nodded.

Mr. Meyer seemed to want to speak out immediately, but Mrs. Frieda interrupted him, "Let's eat first, Mr. Meyer, today is Christmas Eve."

The entire dining table returned to its original silence, only the slight collision between the fork and the plate could be heard.

The meals reserved for Draco were covered by an exquisite cover, and after the house elves packed up the meals, Louis couldn't help but sit upright, waiting for Mr. Meyer to speak.

"Little Louis, you can relax," Mr. Meyer said.

Instead, Louis sat straighter. He crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. He looked like he was talking about business, and his brows were slightly frowned, with a very serious face.

"Okay." Mr. Meyer compromised. "It's actually like this. Your mother and I hope you can transfer back to Durmstrang."

Louis looked at Mr. Meyer expressionlessly, his green eyes did not fluctuate, and he looked at Mr. Meyer inexplicably guilty.

"I know it's not a good decision to have you go to Hogwarts in the first place...and now it's not good to have you switch back—but you know, we've given it a lot of thought."

"Tell me the reason." Louis still looked expressionless, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

"Do you remember that dragon? Australian protein dragon?" Mr. Meyer did not immediately explain the reason, but brought up a seemingly unrelated matter.

"Hmm." That was the first time he was so grateful that he had learned so many spells—if he didn't have the Defense Against the Dark Arts spell and Apparition, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life if he could survive.

But fortunately.

"That's the masterpiece of the mysterious man." Mr. Meyer's expression couldn't be better. "The Malfoys didn't find out, but I did."

"Yeah." Although there was no expression on his face, Louis was very surprised in his heart, and the things that had been bothering him seemed to be suddenly clear - the letter in green ink, the summons of black magic - if he had any doubts before, he It is now certain that these are all related to that person.

Even if he didn't do it himself, it has something to do with him.

"Then the letter..." Mr. Meyer continued.

"I see." Louis replied.

Mr. Meyer breathed a sigh of relief, "It would be great if you could understand. We still don't know why that person came to you," he paused at this point, "and want to win you over."

"I don't know either." He even heard about the Mysterious Man from Draco, and he didn't think he could have anything to do with the Mysterious Man—probably the only connection was that he was also very good at black magic Bar.

But this is nothing at all, the group of Aurors in the German Ministry of Magic—all well-trained wizards, he doesn't think he can be better than those Aurors, at least some of them are better than himself Be strong.

"Last vacation, your mother and I visited an old friend." Mr. Meyer's expression was a little erratic, as if he was thinking about something: "A peerless prophecy, two people who led pure-blood wizards to glory, and The spying in the dark and the light of blood."

Mrs. Frieda seemed to be recalling something, and her expression seemed to be a little painful. Mr. Meyer patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

"What is this?" Louis read Mr. Meyer's words silently.

"About your prophecy." Mr. Meyer said: "This is a prophecy made for you by a great prophet who is over a hundred years old-he used to be a good friend of your grandfather, and now lives in a small town in South America. island."

"Sneaking in the dark and blood—do you think the mysterious man wants my life?" Louis asked.

"We don't know—predictions are generally vague, and there are very few who can give such clear words like you." Mr. Meyer shook his head, "The great prophet didn't Give further explanation."

Louis nodded, "I see, let's not talk about this matter, let's talk about the transfer."

The author has something to say:

I set up a FLAG and said that I want to update it, but I just received a notice that I will participate in the flag-raising ceremony at 06:30 tomorrow...So sorry babies, there are only two updates today...I will make up the remaining one next week.