HP pure blood glory

"You are really like me." Seeing Louis' expression, Voldemort persuaded, "Joinus."

"No matter how many times you ask me this question, my answer is: no." Louis said calmly, "I don't want to engage in a 'mixed blood removal plan', nor do I want to expand the wizarding world to the world of Muggles. same size--"

"So how do you lead a pure-blood wizard to glory?" interrupted Voldemort.

Louis' expression finally showed the first wave after he came in.

"You know that prophecy?" Louis bent his index finger and tapped the armrest of the chair, his eyes fixed on Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at Louis with interest, he even put his arms up on the armrest, then leaned over and put his hand on his chin - a very relaxed gesture which showed that Voldemort was not at all worried about his solicitation will be unsuccessful.

"Of course I know." Voldemort's tone was very cheerful, "A peerless prophecy, the two people who led the pure-blood wizards to glory, and the secret spying and blood light."

He said it in that Malfoy-esque aria, his eyes half-closed, seeming to enjoy it.

Louis knew what Voldemort was hinting at him - Draco was still in his hands, and he was obviously being played by Voldemort - and the prophecy had passed his interference.

"Unexpectedly." Voldemort was a little carried away, and his mind was dazzled by the success at his fingertips. "I made that prophecy—haven't you ever wondered what the 'peerless prophecy' in the prophecy is?"

Voldemort must have been unaware of the Meyer family's tradition of predicting disasters with crystal balls—in fact, even Louis had never heard of the Meyer family's tradition of predicting disasters before entering Mr. Bokin's supply store.

So, what is that peerless prophecy?

After being reminded by Voldemort, Louis quickly thought of Harry Potter—Professor Trelawney's most classic prophecy that the child of the wizard who defeated Voldemort three times would be the nemesis of Voldemort's life.

Seeing Louis' expression, Voldemort knew that he had thought of it—"How about it, do you like my prophecy? The two people who lead pure-blood wizards to glory, there are me and you."

"Sorry." Louis said in a mocking tone, "Although my family has a deep connection with snakes, it doesn't mean that my partner has to look like snakes—in fact, I still I hate the way they look."

"Louis!" Voldemort raised his voice sharply, "Why don't you cooperate with me?" His tone dropped again, "Our purpose is the same—this prophecy was not made by me— I saw you in the crystal ball. You know, I've never been so polite to anyone, and you were the first."

Louis looked at him without saying a word, his expression already showed his attitude.

Voldemort didn't say anything more. He had said more than he could bear. If Louis didn't want to join him, he didn't mind using some leverage.

He waved his hand, and the huge ruby ​​ring on his middle finger gleamed seductively in the dim light.

A Death Eater behind him walked out.

Louis slowly stood up from the chair, although he did not raise his wand, but no one doubted that he would cast an offensive spell in an instant - his face was extremely bad, "Riddle, If you really want to be my enemy..."

It was absolutely unacceptable for Louis to pressure Draco as a bargaining chip in this "negotiation" - once Voldemort did this, he would no longer insist on his previous attitude - not to participate in the war between Voldemort and Hogwarts.

Voldemort recalled the information about Louis: the genius of the curse, the sole heir of the Dark Magic family, the proud student of Minerva McGonagall... These labels constitute a complete Louis.

Just finished speaking, two Death Eaters walked in from the outside, and the familiar figure sandwiched between them made Louis almost uncontrollably wanting to cast Avada Kedavra directly!

Before seeing Draco, he thought he would be able to keep calm and negotiate with Voldemort the whole time - his reason told him that Draco would not suffer any harm from Voldemort - the message returned by Gray showed this .

Still, the tiredness evident on Draco's face made him angry...and maybe a little guilty.

He took a deep breath and suppressed those complicated emotions.

He finally raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, "I never thought of interfering in your affairs, but I have a limit." He said slowly, "Put, him, let go."

Draco's eyes were fixed on Louis all the time, and Louis looked at each other subconsciously-the two people's eyes met, Draco's eyes were not only worried, but also uncontrollable fear-Louis felt the extreme anger The feeling of even burning up came back.

"I gave you a chance." Voldemort also turned cold. "Do you really think I can't do anything about you?" He sneered. At this moment, his aura began to change - making wizards in the British wizarding world frightened. The Dark Lord has awakened.

"Avada—" Voldemort raised his wand suddenly.

At the same time, a white light shot towards Draco - it was Louis' defensive curse, which arrived almost at the same time as Voldemort's Unforgivable Curse - yes, the defensive curse formed a light film in front of Draco, and The Avada Kedavra also hit Louis at the same moment.

Louis saw that the boy's face suddenly turned pale, with desperate madness on his face - he almost jumped and broke free from the restraints of the two Death Eaters, which might be the strength he would never have again in his life - only one In an instant, he rushed in front of Louis.

Louis was led by the boy's drive and sat directly on the chair behind him, with the boy half lying on top of him.

Draco's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word, his eyes were wide open, looking at Louis without blinking, as if he would disappear if he closed them.

Louis smiled.

He raised his left hand, and the dragon leather glove on it was broken because it couldn't withstand the power of black magic.

He gently rubbed the boy's face with his fingertips, "I won't die."

Louis was so embarrassed for the first time in his life, but he was also so happy for the first time in his life.

Although he was sure that the defensive spell could transfer the damage to himself—but what if the spell failed?

His face slowly moved closer to the boy, and the boy's eyes slowly filled with mist—his nose touched the boy's nose, and then he kissed lightly on the boy's lips.

Draco fell limply on top of Louis, his eyes reflecting the enlarged face of Louis, his breathing was hard and his lips parted slightly.

Louis picked up the boy by the waist, and said to Voldemort who was sitting on the high seat, "This is the last time, don't try to challenge me again—you never know, what else will I have."

After speaking, he hugged the boy and walked out of the hall step by step. At the moment of his apparition, the building behind him suddenly collapsed by Voldemort.

At that moment, Louis had two choices: go back to Tim's Castle or go to Malfoy Manor.

He chose to go to Malfoy Manor without the slightest hesitation - he could get better treatment by returning to Tim's Castle, but he couldn't guarantee whether his parents would do something to Draco that he didn't want to see because of this incident idea.

Besides, Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius were still waiting anxiously at Malfoy Manor.

"My Merlin!" When Louis suddenly appeared in the hall of Malfoy Manor with Draco in his arms, Narcissa finally relaxed from her tense spirit.She buried her face in her hands, weeping loudly-she probably forgot all about aristocratic etiquette.

Lucius looked at the two with relief, "The two of you made all kinds of preparations before going to see Voldemort, and it seems that it has not been in vain."

"Dad!" Seeing his parents, Draco also cried out, "Louis was shot by Avada Kedavra!"

As if to confirm Draco's words, Louis suddenly fell to the ground without any sign.

Lucius' complexion changed, he walked quickly in front of Louis, and skillfully cast a levitating spell.

Narcissa's crying was also interrupted by this sudden change. She hastily wiped away her tears and ran out, "I'm going to contact the doctor at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness!"

……

Louis lay in bed for more than two months, during which the doctor shook his head several times and gave up, but Malfoy, one big and one small, didn't let him go at all-maybe this would become a permanent part of his doctor career. Nightmare.

If the patient on this bed really passed away, he felt that he would not be able to go back completely.

But fortunately, there seems to be something in this patient that can always ensure that he regains some vitality in the dying state-no one knows how many days and nights Draco held the thin, almost invisible The little snake cried bitterly.

He finally understood why Gray was Draco's talisman - their life force was shared.

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