HP pure blood glory

Professor Snape sat behind the table for a long while without making a sound, until Draco's eyes began to wander, and Louis was still as expressionless as before. He finally felt that Draco would not know what to think if he didn't speak again. Where did it go.

"Malfoy."

"Huh? Professor."

"Have you nothing to say?"

Draco thought for a while in confusion, then opened his schoolbag and found a piece of parchment, "A power of attorney signed by my father." He looked at the professor.

"What do you want to say?" Snape turned to Lewis again.

"Remember to control the heat next time." Louis reviewed with a serious face, and Draco, who was listening beside him, replied with a sudden realization, "I will definitely remember what I put in the cauldron next time."

Snape felt that if he was not a professor and the two people in front of him were not his students, he would have strangled each other directly.

It seems that Lucius' worries are not superfluous.

But he hesitated for a moment, and still felt he couldn't say it—well, what should I say about this kind of thing?You agree that the two of them are engaged, and now let him pay attention to these two people to prevent Draco from getting too involved...

What is this called?

Snape deeply felt that it was a mistake to make him Draco's godfather. How easy was the original Draco?Since this Louis came, Draco had become more and more incomprehensible-well, the child couldn't be kept when he grew up.

So he coughed twice, with a sullen face, and said seriously: "I will focus on checking both of your papers, go back."

Louis took out a power of attorney from his schoolbag and put it on top of Draco's, "This is signed by my parents."

Snape glanced at the power of attorney with his dark eyes, then looked up at the two boys, which meant: you two should go.

After leaving the dean's office, Draco sighed, "Recently, the dean has become more and more elusive."

Louis nodded.

If Snape knew that these two people looked at him behind his back, he would definitely not let these two people out, but chose to strangle them to death on the spot.

……

He stood on the stairs, showing half of his face, watching the conversation below.

The Meyers were talking to his father, and his mother listened, refilling the three of them with tea.

He knew what they were talking about—the Meyers were talking about the marriage with his father, and his father was talking about inheritance.

He knew that next Mr. Meyer would show the results of Louis' experiment, then his father would be silent, and then he would be called down.

He and Narcissa sat on the small sofa next to him. "My child." He heard his mother say, "Do you like Louis?"

Draco felt a little strange, it was obviously not like this in his memory - in fact, his parents didn't have much objection to this matter at all, his mother hugged him for a long time, then let go and said to him : "You have grown up, my child."

His mother didn't cry at all.

He nodded, "Yes."

"But..." His mother was crying, but after a while, the handkerchief was completely soaked.

Then, his father also came over, "I don't agree." He said sternly.

No!not like this!Draco started to panic a little, his father should have come over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Son, this is your business, you make up your own mind."

He wanted to jump up and shout, but he didn't know why, he didn't want to do what he thought, he heard his own angry voice: "Why!"

"Because!" Lucius walked in front of him, "He's mine!" Draco was a little stunned, he opened his eyes wide to see that his home was no longer in front of him, the sofa and coffee table had disappeared.

Standing in front of him was a man with a snake face. His father and mother were prostrate at someone's feet. He saw his father writhing on the ground in pain while clutching his arms—the mark of the black devil—he knew that his father had the mark on his body. , but he never thought about what that meant.

He had seen this man - but the man in his memory was a little different from now, but he confirmed his identity without any doubt - the mysterious man.

He also saw his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, standing behind the man, smiling silently at him.

"He's mine," he heard the man repeat.

The Meyers came out of nowhere at this time, and on their bare arms were the same dark marks as his father's.

"No!" It was the only thing he could say at the moment.

He sat up in bed all at once.

As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed as if he could return to the scene just now, but he recovered his composure and found that Louis was still sitting by the table.

"Having a nightmare?" Louis turned around and found the boy's face was pale, and there seemed to be crystal beads of sweat on his forehead.

Only then did Draco feel that he was covered in a cold sweat, that kind of bone-chilling coldness. Even though he was still covered with a quilt, he felt that every piece of his skin was exuding cool air.

Besides, Draco felt like his head was hurting like hell.

"What time is it?" he asked.

Louis glanced at the mini pendulum clock on the table, "It's probably past three o'clock."

Draco rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Not very sleepy." Louis replied.

"Oh." Draco put on his slippers, "Then I'll take a shower."

"Yeah." Louis nodded, watching the boy into the bathroom, and then he went back to the table, looked at the letter written in green ink on the table, and continued to think about what to do.

……

The hot water rushed down, taking away the coldness from Draco's body. He brushed his hair back and let the hot water wash directly on his face.

After doing this for a long time, knowing that he felt that he could not hold his breath, he turned around and let the hot water flow down his back.

When he closed his eyes, he remembered the snake-faced man again: "He's mine."

He reached out and patted his face, wiped the water from his eyes, and opened them.

This was Hogwarts - that man would never dare come.

The parents of both of them have already discussed, get engaged this holiday, and then wait until they graduate before getting married.

However, this seemingly perfect arrangement made him feel uncertain.

He didn't know what he was struggling with—but the fear, the feeling that Louis would be snatched away, made his heart ache.

Sometimes he thought, what can he do?What can he do for Louis?

He thought that in the past six months, he had worked hard enough to learn spells and practice potions. He thought he could help Louis—but today he suddenly realized that he and Louis will always be protected by Louis he.

What he said to Louis: "Let me protect you." How ridiculous?

He couldn't beat that man, how could he protect Louis?

And Gray, the talisman of the Meyer family, was put on him by Louis in order to protect him?

How could he drag the other party's hind legs?

Draco felt a throbbing pain in his heart, the feeling almost made him speechless.

He kept breathing with his mouth wide open, like a dying person, desperate for air.

"My Prince." Suddenly, Louis appeared at the door.

Well... who knew Draco would take an hour in the shower?Louis was planning to go to bed and sleep for another two hours, only to find that Draco hadn't come out of the bathroom... Reminiscent of the boy's nightmare before, Louis felt that it was necessary for him to come and have a look.

It turned out that Draco looked pained - luckily he came.

Louis felt a little distressed. If it weren't for so many things around him, maybe the boy's student life would have passed very safely. When he thought of these messy things (such as Grindelwald and the god of death, and the two letters from Voldemort) It was he who brought the boy to him, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Louis?" Draco was a little stunned, and it took him a while to realize that he was not wearing anything now——Louis had probably seen him all—the whole bathroom suddenly became hot, even hot water Feeling hot, he turned around and faced the wall, "What are you...uh, what are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you'll fall asleep in the shower." Louis leaned against the bathroom door with a lazy look—he rarely did this, and one reason was that when he was outside, he had an attack of cleanliness, so he would never lean against the wall The second is that he has always involuntarily maintained his good etiquette and image in front of outsiders, so he will only show this appearance when facing Draco.

Well, a little out of line for the nobility, he thought.

"I didn't... just a little cold, I took a long time to wash."

"Cold?" Louis was a little surprised. He felt cold at such a hot temperature?

"Is there any discomfort in your body?"

"No." Hearing what Louis meant, Draco quickly replied, "It's nothing, just a little cold sweat from a nightmare just now, it's just a little cold."

"Oh." Louis reached out and took the big bath towel next to him, "Come out after washing, and you can sleep for a few hours before dawn-this time I will accompany you, you should not have nightmares."

"You...won't go out?" Draco hesitated for a long time, but still didn't turn around.

This aroused Louis' interest, "Oh, you want me out?" He raised his voice at the end, with a hint of teasing.

"I..." Draco felt that Louis was bullying him again, he clearly knew that he would not reject him, okay!

"Okay." Louis walked over in a few steps, turned off the water first, then wrapped the boy in a towel, picked him up by the waist, and carried him back to the bed.

"Louis..." Draco heard his own voice so weak, it was almost like gasping.

This realization made him wish he could find a place to bury himself and never see Louis again.

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Thanks for the mine of 19043060, I don’t think I will be able to update this tonight... I will update it tomorrow... There are still two chapters, and then add the update that should be tomorrow, a total of three chapters~~~ Love you, okay? Damn.