HP pure blood glory

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Hagrid looked at Louis hopefully, until Louis couldn't stand his eyes and shook his head at him, then the big man said dejectedly like a balloon with a hole in it, "You should read these books." His tone was as if everyone should understand this principle.

"Why do I feel that Hagrid seems to like the way you look?" Draco took a step back and asked Louis behind him in a low voice.

"Well, is that so?" Louis' voice didn't fluctuate.

"Although I don't like him very much." Draco continued.

To be honest, Hagrid's performance in the first class was not very good - after he taught everyone how to open the textbooks, he left all the students alone and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

Seeing this, Draco snorted coldly.

Because of the presence of Slytherin and Gryffindor at the same time, the atmosphere was very tense, and this suffocating feeling lasted until Hagrid returned.

"Oh my God, what's that!" screamed a Gryffindor girl.

Louis turned his head, and twelve horse-like creatures walked over with rhythmic steps.

Hagrid was holding a chain in his hand, and the end of the chain was connected to the necks of some beasts. "Go over there!" Hagrid roared rudely, shaking the chain to make the animals jog up to the little wizard.

"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid said with some liveliness in his voice. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

Pretty indeed - if you ignore their ugly faces and focus on their beautiful plumage.

"Does any of you want to come forward?" Hagrid waved to the little wizards, "Come closer, they're very gentle."

Only the Gryffindor trio took a few steps forward - oh, to be precise, Miss Granger just made a forward movement, but for some reason, she pulled that leg back went.

"But also be clear," Hagrid went on, almost impatient to explain this to the people, "they're proud—you always have to wait for them to act first, for example: you go first, Then bow to it, and it returns, and then you can touch it - if it doesn't bow, you have to be careful, because their claws are very sharp."

I wanted to encourage the little wizards, but after he said this long speech, almost no one was willing to come forward—the big man stood by the fence, rubbing his hands, looking a little embarrassed.

"Which one of you would like to come up and have a try?" He leaked a look of request, which made him look pitiful.

"I'll do it." Finally, the savior Potter stepped forward.

"I don't want to bow to a bastard." Draco stood upright, "That's not what I was educated to allow."

In fact, Louis didn't want to, but he was always more realistic than Draco - this boy was less knowledgeable, he didn't know that some things were not as permanent as they seemed on the surface.

He thought he could even live with a big stain on his clothes if he had to - if he had to.

Much to everyone's surprise, during a long wait, the hippogriff bent its scaly front knee to Savior Potter, who then patted the That animal, almost all the little wizards applauded.

Draco squinted his eyes, looking like he wanted to try it too.

Then, Savior Potter - we must admit he was a bit different, the hippogriff allowed him to ride on him, Hagrid patted the animal on the rump - unexpectedly, Suddenly it spread its almost twelve-foot wings and took flight.

When Baby Potter, the savior, landed on the ground, Hagrid looked like he was about to burst into tears, and he called, "Okay, who else wants to come?"

Almost all of the classmates began to cautiously walk into the paddock, and Draco stood up straight and walked in without admitting defeat - even though he genuinely felt that it was a shame to bow to such an animal.

Therefore, he stood in front of the Hippogriff for a long time without bowing. The animal was scratching the dirt under its feet with its front hooves somewhat irritablely.

"Forget it, he's really... ugly." Especially if you look at it up close.

The accident happened at this moment.

The silver-gray claws swung suddenly—because Louis was not standing next to Draco, he was a step slower in reacting, and Draco's scream entered his mind first, and then he pulled out subconsciously. He drew his wand and cast a binding spell on the hippogriff.

A goop of gelatinous, goo shot out from the tip of his wand and entangled the hippogriff's claw.

Then, Louis rushed towards Malfoy - his mind went blank, not even thinking about whether his movements were graceful now, or in line with his proper demeanor.

The boy curled up in a ball on the grass, his left hand was covering his right arm, and the blood flowed out of his fingers uncontrollably.

The blood stained the grass on which his arm was pressing, and in just a short while, the blade of grass was soaked deep red.

This is what Louis saw when he rushed over: the boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pained, his whole body took on a defensive shape, and Draco barely knew what to do.

But in the end he lifted up his robe, knelt down on the grass, and carefully picked up the boy.

The boy opened his eyes weakly: "Will I die?"

"You won't." It was Louis's steady voice that answered him - after the initial frantic period of blank mind, Louis was now calm enough to go to Potions class.

Draco is in a bad state now, there are more than one cut on his arm, and when Louis hugs him, blood is gushing out.

Louis unleashed a simple Hemostatic Charm.

The flow of blood has obviously slowed down, but even at this rate, Draco will bleed to death for another hour or two——Louis has never realized so clearly like this moment, that he The spell does not pass.

He only mastered the magic spells of how to destroy, but he still knew too little about the healing spells.

Weasley looked at this scene with some schadenfreude. When Draco turned around to ask Hagrid for leave, he happened to see the smile on Weasley's face.

Louis felt that his mind was very calm at the moment, and because of his calmness, he clearly heard himself chanting a levitation spell, and then the wand in the wand holder flew up all of a sudden, and said to Ron: "The last time I Warning, Weasley, if there is a next time, I don't mind blowing you up."

As soon as his words fell, a book of light shot at Ron's feet, and the flames that exploded caused Ron to jump back subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he looked around the Gryffindor people, which naturally included the savior Potter and Miss Granger.

"How dare he!" Potter frowned and looked at Louis - who had already left with Draco in his arms.

Granger stared at Louis's back for a long time, and finally shook his head, his face was also very disapproving - she didn't understand why Louis suddenly became so angry, in her opinion, Malfoy was definitely to blame - —Hagrid already said that the hippogriff was a very proud animal.

"I……"

"Stop it." Louis' voice was a little cold, with a bone-chilling chill.

The boy froze, then half-closed his eyes in Louis' arms, frowning slightly.

Louis realized that his tone seemed a little aggressive—in fact, he blamed himself a little bit, "You are weaker now, so talk less." He explained, "Be good."

"Yeah." Draco nodded with his eyes closed.

Because of this incident, he was sent back to the dormitory by Louis to rest in the transformation class in the afternoon.Madam Pomfrey's hemostatic spell is much better than Louis's simple one, at least the blood will stop immediately.

Draco's face was a little pale, as is the case with people who have lost a lot of blood, his body temperature was very cold, and he was a little sleepy - Louis had to take out a relatively light silk quilt from the cabinet, and covered the boy , by the way cast a constant temperature spell on that cup.

The boy lay on the bed and seemed to want to say something.

But when Louis said "sleep", he couldn't help feeling drowsy, and the darkness completely swallowed him.

As soon as the door was closed, Louis felt something stuck behind him.

He turned around with difficulty, put his arms around the boy's waist, and turned around to press him against the wall.

"Are you awake?" He lowered his head and asked.

The bedroom was pitch black, the curtains were drawn, and only a little moonlight leaked through a crack.

Only when two people are very close can they see each other clearly.

At this distance, the breathing was all blended together, and Louis could barely see the boy's pale gray eyes, which were the only light in the darkness.The boy nodded.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked softly, his fingers moved along the boy's waist to the other's arm, where there was a small piece of blood scab that was not smooth——

The boy shook his head slightly.

Louis touched it lightly, and said with some distress: "Tell me if it hurts."

The boy nodded obediently, then, as if he had thought of something, he whispered, "You are...too fierce today."

"Really?" Louis bowed his head and kissed the boy's forehead gently.

"It's actually my fault." Draco lowered his head. "It's true that it's so ugly that it's not a gentleman—even if it's just an animal."

Louis touched the top of the boy's head and didn't answer the question. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that Draco had really made any mistakes—he just had a headache because of the boy's occasional speech and actions without going through his brain— He can't always protect him.

But he didn't want to talk about this with the boy. He could see the boy's changes. As long as he was given time to grow up, Louis believed that he would understand.

He only froze for a second, then tightened his arms.

"And you're going to confinement again." The boy obediently put his head on Louis's chest, listening to his heartbeat quietly, "I don't want you to go."

"Haha." Louis chuckled lightly, his chest trembled slightly, and Draco felt his ears burning against his chest.

The boy raised his head in surprise, "Aren't you angry?" His lips turned pale from being bitten by him, but soon, blood filled them, making those lips even more rosy.

"Why should I be angry with you?" Louis pressed his forehead against Draco's, and the two looked at each other.

Those pale gray eyes looked at him without blinking, full of apprehension and dependence.

Louis couldn't help but put a light kiss on those beautiful eyes: "You are my treasure, why should I be angry with you—I'm angry with myself."

Draco's face was burning, and he said in a somewhat dull voice, "That's good."

"But I'm in confinement for you." Louis led the boy towards the bed, "Do you think so?"

The boy seemed a little surprised and a little guilty—in fact, this sentence really didn’t fit Louis’ character, and Draco felt a little uneasy. They only met once in half a year—it wasn’t just Louis who felt that Draco seemed to have Change, Draco actually felt that something had changed in Louis, and he couldn't explain why.

However, in this dark night, those changed things gradually became clear.

"I..." Before Draco could speak, Louis blocked his mouth. After a long time, Louis raised his head again - at this time, the boy was already sitting on the bed, and Louis was kneeling on one leg Beside the boy, the other leg was still standing upright.

The boy must hold his head up to accept the kiss.

"Don't say I'm sorry," Louis said, and it was easy to hear, there was a contented pleasure in his voice, "Think about how to repay me." Louis scraped the boy's chin lightly with his fingers.

His upper body pressed down, casting a huge shadow on the wall in the subtle light.

Following Louis' movement, Draco unconsciously leaned back, and Louis put one arm around the other's waist, and the other hand was around the boy's injured arm.

"Then... what do you want?" The boy's voice was not loud, a little erratic, with a hint of tenderness.

"What do you think?" Louis asked, half of his three-dimensional silhouette was outlined by the faint moonlight coming in from the window, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness, Draco couldn't see his expression clearly.

But he knew intuitively that Louis was smiling faintly.

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Miracles are called miracles, of course, because they are rare~~~ (pretending to be cute)