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They just looked at each other quietly for a while, Draco suddenly smiled, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, lowered his eyes and laughed twice, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Louis raised his hand and touched the damp head of the other party, and then released a drying spell by the way.

"That's great," Draco said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Draco shook his head, then took a step back, took the wand from Louis' hand, "You go take a shower."

……

"My parents..." While lying on the bed, Louis hesitated, but still asked, "Did you do anything?"

At that time Draco just got into Louis's arms, and he almost shook with a smile, "I won't tell you."

"'That's what was done,' Louis said firmly. 'Let me guess...'

The boy pressed a finger to his lips, "Don't guess."

He moved a little closer, and the moonlight outside the window shone on his light gray eyes, making them extraordinarily bright.

Louis gestured with his eyes.

"I can't help but tell you," the boy said, his breath falling on Louis's face, softly.

Louis put his hands on the boy's waist, and pulled them into the distance between the two of them. Draco had to take his fingers off. He looked at Louis in a daze, not knowing where to put his hands.

Louis pulled his hand and put it on his neck, and then he pressed it down, pressing his cold lips against the boy's brow.

Draco shuddered, his arms tightened.

Louis paused between the boy's eyebrows for a moment, then raised his head, carefully looking at the person lying under him by the moonlight.

Draco didn't seem to be very used to the sudden atmosphere, his face was burning hot, and he wanted to take his hand off to cover his eyes, but Louis stopped him.

Then Louis leaned down and kissed his eyes, nose, during which Draco seemed to be shaking uncontrollably more and more - until Louis tasted salt on Draco's mouth, he didn't feel the boy Cried.

He lay down and held the boy in his arms, stroking his back with one hand up and down.

Draco grabbed Louis's skirt and buried his face in Louis's chest, crying silently.

Gray slipped out of Draco's sleeve, straightened his upper body, and looked at Louis with a pair of small red eyes.

"I'm back." Louis said, stroking the boy's back.

The boy nodded, and the tip of his nose brushed against Louis' skin, making a little goosebump.

"I'm not going," he said.

The boy raised his head, and his tears-soaked eyes seemed to contain the starlight in the sky - Louis couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed those beautiful eyes.

The boy obediently closed his eyes.

"If you cry too much, you will get a headache tomorrow." Louis said softly, then wiped away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Hmm." The boy's voice was a little hoarse.

"I miss you," he said, burying his face in Louis's lapel again.

"Well, me too." Louis stroked the boy's back reassuringly.

"I miss you." The boy repeated.

"Me too," Louis said tirelessly.

There was a long silence that followed, Draco's breathing gradually became even, so long that Louis almost thought he was asleep, and the boy suddenly said, "Let's get engaged."

"Okay." Louis tightened his arms.

……

After not coming back for half a year, everything in Hogwarts seemed a little strange.

When going to class in the morning, Louis withdrew his leg that he wanted to move in the other direction with a blank face, and Draco beside him smiled happily, "I knew you forgot."

"Be careful what kind of explosive curse Louis will give you." Pansy was watching the play beside him.

Draco seemed to want to make a face at her - but with all his classmates around, he finally just reached out and gave him a quick swipe across the eye to show his disapproval.

This term, they had two new teachers - Dumbledore had introduced them at yesterday's sorting ceremony: Hagrid and Lupine.

Draco was obviously very dissatisfied with Hagrid being their professor. He once told Louis in private that Hagrid was supposed to be an expelled student, but Dumbledore left him at Hogwarts as a The gamekeeper—in Draco's own words, that is: Don't see what qualifications he has to teach us.

Their first class in the new term was Charms, and when Professor Flitwick saw Louis appear in his seat, the short little old man even used his wand to conjure up a small firework tube to show celebrate.

"Welcome back, Louis!" he said.

Louis nodded at him.

Because it was the first session of the new semester, Professor Flitwick didn't talk about any new spells. They reviewed all the spells they learned in the previous semester together, and then Professor Flitwick explained some knowledge points, and the class ended up.

The second class was Professor Trelawney's divination class. When Louis and Draco hurried from the Charms classroom to the wall belonging to the divination class, they happened to meet Gryffin who had just finished the class One more group of people.

The Gryffindor trio seemed out of spirits, Draco ignored them and went up to the wall, after a careful inspection, he finally found the trapdoor in the ceiling.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher—How do we get up?" He read the words engraved on the trapdoor, and then, the door suddenly opened, accompanied by a rumbling sound. With a loud voice, a silver winding ladder appeared in front of the little snake.

Savior Baby Potter shook his head, "Let's go," he said.

Miss Granger looked about to explode, "Don't believe that crazy woman." She said to Louis.

Out of politeness, Louis nodded at her, and Draco dragged him up the stairs.

It's a very uniquely furnished classroom - though honestly, it looks more like an old-fashioned teahouse, with dozens of small round tables crammed together, each with a calico-covered armrest A chair with a small bulging cushion on it.

The light in the room was very dark, the black velvet curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was glowing with orange light.

As soon as Louis walked in, he felt a puff of hot air, and the unique smell of coal went straight into Louis's nose.

He frowned involuntarily and stopped in his tracks.

The ladder wasn't too wide, almost as soon as he stopped, the little snakes had to stop on the ladder.

"My children." A vague voice suddenly sounded, "Why don't you come in?"

Louis took out his wand, quickly cast a cooling spell on himself, and walked in-behind him, a group of small snakes also swarmed in-until the last person also entered the room, the classroom's The door closed suddenly.

The dull voice made people feel very flustered.

"It's good to see you in the physical world at last." The voice sounded again.

Then they all saw Professor Trelawney - she walked to the fireplace, the heat distorting the air around her, making her look a little blurry.

She had huge eyes like some kind of beetle; she was draped in a sheer sheer scarf, and she was decorated with jingling ornaments all over her body.

"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and she sat down in the largest armchair in the room, which was very close to the fireplace--it looked as if she was shy of the cold.

Louis and Draco sat down at the door—to get in, you have to meet at least a dozen people, there is no way, the classroom is too small—the two simply didn't go in.

It is worth mentioning that Barbara sat with Blaise, and Pansy sat at a table with a Slytherin boy whom Louis didn't know. "Oh, the smell of decay."

said Professor Trelawney suddenly.

"It feels like she's not quite right." Draco leaned closer to Louis and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

And Louis happened to meet Professor Trelawney's eyes.

"Yes, it's you." Professor Trelawney lifted up the veil that had slipped down, "Can you sit a little farther away from me." The professor said, "The black magic on you My head hurts from the smell."

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground clearly.

Not everyone knows that Louis comes from a family of the Dark Arts. In fact, most Slytherins do not know that Louis is proficient in the Dark Arts.

Louis didn't speak, he stood up, stopped Draco's thought of standing up with his eyes, and walked to the back of the classroom by himself - all the students he met during the period gave him a small space .

"Oh, it's really much better." Professor Trelawney touched her chest exaggeratedly, and the golden ring on her arm made ding ding dong dong with her movements.

"Well, children, we are about to begin—" she said, "First of all, you must know that this is the most difficult lesson in all magical arts. I don't ask you all to learn it. In fact, it is not Everyone can learn it." Speaking of this, she paused, "If you don't have 'sight', no matter how hard you work, it will be in vain."

"Besides, I have to admit one thing very unpleasantly," the professor said, pointing to Louis who was already sitting at the end, "in this classroom, no one is more talented than him." After finishing speaking, she looked very Painful look.

Draco took the opportunity to glance back at Louis, but the orange light and steaming heat in the classroom made it difficult for him to see Louis' expression clearly. In fact, even if he could see clearly, he would find Louis' expressionless face .

This is the reason why Louis wanted to come to Hogwarts to take classes in the first place--except for the Meyer family, there is almost no divination heritage in Germany, and Durmstrang does not offer divination classes at all--and Professor Trelawney for him The particularity is actually predictable.

Fortunetellers are generally obsessed with certain things. Just like Louise's cleanliness is serious, Trelawney's obsession with smell is also understandable.

And Louis, who comes from a family of black magic, does have a strong black magic atmosphere on his body, and he has just returned from Durmstrang, and this holiday also visited the big devil Grindelwald - eliminating himself in a short time The smell of black magic on the body is impossible.

"This semester we will learn the most basic method of divination - reading tea leaves," the professor continued.

The divination method of the Meyer family seems to be a little different from that of the Trelawney family, because Mr. Meyer has no talent for divination at all-he has to learn divination from the portraits at home.

The Meyer family is good at divination with crystal balls, and they even invented some crystal balls with special functions, such as the meeting gift that Mr. Meyer gave Draco back then—a crystal ball specially used for observing astrology.

"Oh, I must say, drop that idea," said the professor suddenly.

The little snakes looked at each other, not knowing who the professor was speaking to.

Trelawney didn't mean to explain, she continued her course introduction, "In the summer semester, we will learn to look at the crystal ball... I will lose my voice." The professor said calmly.

"Okay, boys, now you are divided into two groups, and we are going to start class."

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Well said update.