HP pure blood glory

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Mia appeared at the door of the laboratory. She was wearing a pale pink knee-length dress and small red leather shoes on her feet. With her bright silver hair, she looked extraordinarily energetic.

"Louis?" She knocked on the open door.

Louis raised his head from the cauldron in front of him—his whole body was wrapped in a seamless black lab coat—this was probably the only reason he could resist the potion experiment.

"You're here." Louis put down the silver spoon in his hand, then waved his wand to shrink the blue flame that was heating the crucible, and then he took off his lab coat, revealing the thin sweater inside and shirts.

"Sit." Louis gracefully made a "please sit" movement. After Mia sat down, he crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. His upper body leaned forward slightly, and a pair of green eyes looked directly at Mia.

Mia was a little puzzled by Louis's seriousness, but she subconsciously sat very neatly, looked at Louis's strong chin, and asked, "Oh, my God, Louis, I'm not used to you being so formal. .”

Louis smiled at her slightly and replied, "Don't be nervous."

Mia, who was comforted by Louis, felt a lot better. She relaxed a little, then raised her hand to brush the hair beside her ear, and said, "Well, what's the matter?"

The smile on Louis' face grew wider, and he took out a photo from his jacket pocket, showing a little boy on it - and handed it to Mia.

Mia took it over and saw clearly the person above—a boy with light blond hair was lying peacefully on the bed, his nose was still trembling a little—the boy was clearly in a deep sleep.

She felt that this person looked familiar, and she looked at Louis as if asking for confirmation, but Louis did not give her any explanation.

Mia thought for a while in confusion—it was indeed familiar, she had definitely seen this person somewhere.

The boy's skin is white and almost transparent, the eyelashes are very long and beautiful - you can imagine how bright his eyes will be when he opens them - the lips are thin, tender pink, and slightly curved upwards , with some sleepy red on her cheeks.

Typical British look.

She thinks she knows.

That Christmas, the boy and his father seemed to have made a special trip to visit the Meyer family—it was the day her mother told her that she had made a tacit agreement with Mrs. Meyer.

God knows how fast her heart beats!

She really wanted to rush to Louis, needless to say anything, just look at him, and she seemed to be able to get great satisfaction just by looking at him.

Yet in the distance she saw Louis hugging a little boy with platinum blond hair.

Although the two separated soon - but the happy atmosphere between the two made her stop subconsciously.

Then the great bell hanging in the air began to make its first chime.

After the twelve beeps, she turned her head to look again, and the little boy had already left with his father.

Mia's thoughts ran far away in an instant, and she desperately suppressed her wild thoughts, and handed the photo back.

Her voice was extremely calm, and she even felt that when she was speaking, her soul had completely left her body. She heard herself say, "I know him."

"Hmm." Louis' tone was extremely gentle, "Is that Christmas?"

"Yes." Mia replied calmly, "Can you show me what he does?"

"I want to introduce you." Louis didn't seem to care about Mia's indifference. He carefully put the photo back. The little boy in the picture was still sleeping peacefully, as if nothing would affect him. . "He's my lover."

Mia felt as if there was a huge boom ringing in her ears, and the sound made her lose her hearing for a moment-she could only see Louis's lips moving slightly, but she couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

This situation lasted for more than ten seconds. Mia raised her hand and rubbed her neckline, and then asked, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?"

Louis didn't feel any displeasure, and he didn't even change his expression in the slightest. Even in Mia's eyes, when he pronounced, even the size of his lips was exactly the same as last time - but the difference was that, This time, Louis' voice seemed to be speaking clearly in her ear.

"He's my lover."

For a moment, Mia suspected that there was something wrong with her hearing, and she even wanted to ask the question again rudely.

However, her rationality made her understand that he had heard correctly, and that the boy in the photo was indeed Louis' lover.

She wanted to scream, that was obviously a boy!There can be no result between Louis and him!

However, her previous understanding of Louis made her suppress any impolite behavior, and she said stiffly: "Oh, really." She expended a lot of effort, but the words she said were as soft as ravings.

But it's clear that Louis has it figured out.

He said, "Yeah."

Then, the two sat for a while in relative silence, Louis kept looking at her seriously, she knew what the other meant, he was waiting—waiting for any questions—they both knew why Louis wanted to I said this to her specifically, but none of them pierced the window paper.

Should she thank Louis for saving face for her?

Do not!

Why should she be thankful!

Mia suddenly felt a certain power rising slowly from the bottom of her heart.

This strength made her sit up straighter, she even raised her hand to calmly touch the hair beside her ear, and then showed her signature smile.

"So, are you going to marry him?" she asked.

Unexpectedly, Louis looked into her eyes and didn't answer the question directly, "What do you think?"

His green eyes were full of sincerity, as if he really wanted to ask her what she thought.

wrong!Mia sneered in her heart and retorted that she had never felt that she had seen Louis clearly for a moment—he was selfish, cold-blooded, and seemed to have room for everything, but in fact he was merciless.

He never did anything unsure, never said anything unsure.

This used to be Louis's greatest advantage in her eyes-but now this advantage has become a weapon-a weapon specially designed to deal with her.

She's going to end this conversation—she knows she's not in a good place—she's going to run away.

So she stood up suddenly and looked down at Louis, his perfect face seemed to her like a marble sculpture-indistinct.

"I wish you happiness." She paused, "I'll go back first."

Louis stood up from the chair, and walked over to open the door for Mia in a gentlemanly way: "Come on for the exam," he said.

"Thank you." Mia raised her chin and walked out.

Louis stood at the door until Mia's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor before he said to the air in front of him, "Ulis."

A gray-skinned dwarf slowly appeared in mid-air - apparently it had been waiting here for a long time.

Louis scanned a light brown envelope in his hand and understood his purpose.

"Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Yes!" The elf obviously still worried about Mia who had just left, and his high-pitched voice was suppressed by him, which was a bit strange.

"Master Malfoy's!"

Louis was a little surprised?So fast?He directed the letter to fly in front of him, and then the envelope seemed to be opened by an invisible hand - a piece of parchment slipped out slowly.

Julius achieved his goal and stood quietly aside.

This was not a reply to his morning letter, as Louis soon realized after reading the beginning.

[Dear Louis:

It's been a long time since we last met at the observatory on the top floor.

I haven't had any major issues on my side recently, probably the only thing is that Dad wants Dumbledore to be deposed.Five of the twelve boards of directors are in favor of it, and two of the remaining six families have always been cowards, and the remaining four families have some affection for Dumbledore-but After listening to what my father said, I also felt that the principal was a little too incompetent.

Yes, remember those classmates who were attacked before you left, this incident has intensified recently, Dad said that Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, has the responsibility to protect the safety of all students-I think he said very Makes sense.

I don't know what you think.

But anyway he was dismissed - you know someone has to be responsible for this kind of thing, he's the headmaster, he's in charge.

I hope the new headmaster can solve this problem perfectly, although I think this possibility is very slim... I really regret not going to Durmstrang with you, Hogwarts has completely subverted my previous understanding of it Illusion - life is always the same, but all variables mean danger.

Of course, I'm still safe, with Gray by my side, I'm not scared at all, you don't have to worry.

Also, I miss you.

Love you Draco. ]

When he saw the end, Louis couldn't help being a little funny, feeling that Draco was really frank and cute.

……

"Oh, my God." Draco propped his chin with one hand, and frowned slightly, looking quite distressed.

"Okay, the letter has been sent, what are you still struggling with?" Pansy quickly wound the ball of yarn on the needle-a game she had recently fallen in love with, although she always made a mess of the yarn.

Draco sighed again, "I regret it, I shouldn't have added that sentence."

Pansy continued fiddling with the two needles in her hand, without looking up, she said, "Didn't you add that sentence yourself? And then regret it now? I mean—people in love are like this...uh , Are you troubled?"

Draco blushed suddenly, sat upright, coughed twice pretendingly, and said seriously: "Pansy, it's not good for you... I treat you as a friend discussed."

"Yes, yes." The girl said rather perfunctorily, "You don't want to share with me that Louis crossed the Baltic Sea to see you-and then feel the need to reply?" She looked up and smiled slyly. , "I'm serious, it's called fun—you shouldn't struggle with it anymore."

Before Draco could say anything, the girl continued, "I thought it would be fun to watch you—" she shook the ball of wool in her hand as she spoke, "but now I find it more interesting." She did He grimaced, "Looking at you, I just feel jealous."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Draco: Say it!Why are you secretly filming me?

LOUIS (with deadpan denial): No.

Draco: So what did you show Mia?

Louis: ...Did I show Mia anything?

Draco: Yes!

Louis: Oh...she's not important, I forgot.

Draco (why can you make your excuses so convincing and still make it impossible to refute): But you just took a sneak shot!

Louis (sighs, pats boy's head): Do I have to say I want to see you all the time?How embarrassing.

Louis (uh...it feels like it's going to melt...get your hands off Master Ben's head!!!...wait a minute, you can touch it for a while...)