HP pure blood glory

"Good." Louis walked up to Draco carefully holding a small bottle of potion and a silver spoon, "Drink it."

Draco's entire face was about to wrinkle, and he turned his head away, looking at Louis all the time - as if he could escape by doing so.

Louis was not angry either, he went around to the other side of the boy, handed the spoon to Draco in a good-tempered manner, then bent down and coaxed, "Where did you say you wanted to go to play last time? When Scorpius was born Yes, let's go."

Well yes, the Transfiguration spell was successful - but Draco had to drink a whole bottle of Lewis' Trait potion every day to maintain his normal growth.

Moreover, because some poisonous gas would be emitted when brewing the potion, Louis was not at all worried about letting Draco do it, and he was not at ease about leaving this matter to others, so in the end he was the only one who went into battle himself.

Louis felt that God was fair to everyone—he was not good at potions, but God just wanted him to deal with potions all the time.

"Bitter." Draco turned his face away again.

Louis sat down next to Draco, wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, and put the weight of Draco's body on his own by the way.

"Then I'll drink with you?" Louis thought of a way.

"Okay." Draco cheered up as soon as he heard it, and he looked at Louis jokingly, "I'll let you know how bad the potion I drink every day is."

"Okay." Louis did what he said, and he put the spoonful of potion directly to his mouth—bitter—this was his first feeling.

He had a urge to vomit, and that bitter, earthy potion filled his mouth—he knew it was the smell of chrysanthemum root, and the book said that once the potion was heated If it passes, it will become an extremely undrinkable liquid.

Raw Leafflower root is sweet.

Louis frowned slightly, and he quickly swallowed the potion, thinking about how to make up for Draco—the boy had never suffered anything before, and it was a shame to let him drink such a bitter potion this time. It was so hard for him that Louis felt that he would soften his heart and not let the boy drink anymore.

But they need two heirs.

He put down the potion bottle and spoon, "It's really too bitter." He looked at the boy and coaxed, "I'll get you some dessert, and you can drink it when I come back."

Draco had an "I knew it" look.

Louis rubbed the boy's little head—his expression was so cute that Louis couldn't help pinching the boy's face, and turned back to the boy with a blank stare.

Well, since they decided they wanted an heir, the boy has been getting more and more petulant—how good he used to be, Louis thought as he went downstairs.

……

By the time Louis returned with a tray of pudding, the potion bottle was empty - and there was an angry Draco on the bed.

"Did you drink it all?" Louis asked in surprise—he didn't leave for a few minutes. Before, it was impossible to persuade the boy to drink the medicine without spending a few hours. Why is it so fast today?

"Could it be saved for you to drink?" Draco glared at him, "Give me the pudding, this is so bitter."

Louis quickly passed the pudding over.

Soon, a plate of pudding was eaten by the boy.

"Bitter." The boy complained with a wrinkled face, "it's still bitter."

Louis turned the boy's cheek and kissed it - the sweetness of the pudding mixed with the bitterness of the potion, and the smell of Draco - and he licked his lips, and the kiss was over quickly.

"I don't know if it succeeded." He rubbed the boy's stomach.

Draco's face was flushed like a little overripe apple - only at this moment could he be as obedient as a cat.

"How about..." Louis slowly leaned over, pressing his body on the boy - the two of them fell to the soft bed behind them together, "Let's try again?"

Although Louis' tone was inquiring, his actions did not hesitate at all.

Draco never said no to Louis in this sort of thing - he just gave Louis a token push on the arm and let him go.

It's been a full year since they graduated from Hogwarts——they've been married for a year—the reason why they didn't raise the issue of heirs until now is mainly because of Draco's physical condition—— Although no side effects have been seen so far, Louis is still worried that if the boy is too young, he will not be able to withstand the long-term Transfiguration Curse.

Of course, there is another reason—after graduation, the two of them took a half-year graduation trip, went to America for a tour, and then went to Oceania and Africa—the boy’s playfulness was completely stimulated ——They originally planned to go out to play for three months, but they ended up playing for more than half a year.

After returning to the UK, both Louis and Draco received invitations from Hogwarts—oh, it was still Headmaster Dumbledore—speaking of which, I have to mention the magical event that shocked the world two years ago. The decisive battle of the world.

The Boy Who Lived—Mr. Harry Potter confronted Voldemort, the biggest Dark Lord after Grindelwald—before that, due to the joining of the anti-war alliance between the Meyer family and the Malfoy family, the fight against Voldemort The operation went very smoothly, so by the time of the final battle, Voldemort was basically at the end of his life-of course, no one could kill him except the destined one.

So Harry Potter became famous in the first battle and became a great hero in the British wizarding world.

Principal Dumbledore helped Harry Potter block Voldemort's strongest blow in that battle. His body was destroyed on the spot, and only his soul was collected by Louis's crystal ball.

Having said that, it is necessary to praise Louis for his progress in soul research.

So in addition to having a ghost to be their history of magic professor, they also have a ghost to be their headmaster.

It's almost becoming a Hogwarts icon - they're even considering Peeves to replace Argus Filch, who's been getting worse with his legs in recent years.

Louis is very interested in research work, and the library of Hogwarts is not open to the public, so he accepted the letter of appointment from Hogwarts without hesitation—by the way, he became the new Divination teacher.

Professor Trelawney handed in her resignation letter the day before Lewis received her appointment letter - she said: "The night is destined to come, and the moonlight cannot illuminate every corner."

And Draco rejected the application - and to everyone's surprise, he chose to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries to become a doctor!

Everyone can only guess that his choice may have something to do with the fact that Louis was under Voldemort's Unforgivable Curse, but no one dared to mention it in front of him.

So the fact that he became a doctor has become an established fact, and there is no way to change it.

"Sneaking at this time?" Louis bit the boy's ear.

Draco came to his senses in a flash - well, he felt like a plucked chicken lying on the bed, ready to be slaughtered.

"Hmm." Draco hugged Louis' head, pushing his hips up involuntarily.

Louis stretched out one hand to comfort the boy who could no longer hold back, while the other hand was still wandering slowly over the boy.

Soon, Draco's eyes filled with tears - it wasn't the first time they had done this, but the boy was too sensitive to hold back every time.

"Don't..." Draco reminded, "Hurry up." He raised his legs and put them on Louis's waist, and the lower bodies of the two were pressed tightly together. This action made Draco look up a little bit uncontrollably neck up.

"No..." he reminded.

Louis didn't make a sound, but he liked hearing the boy's voice at times like this.

And—he never wanted to end so early, so that the boy had to endure it—every time he ended his voice was half hoarse.

"Well..." Draco sighed softly, and he lifted his other leg up, and now he was hanging on Louis' body like a koala.

This action finally stimulated Louis, he kissed the tip of the boy's nose, "Hey, help me take off my clothes."

Before he finished speaking, the boy's hand climbed onto his body—it didn't matter what the trick was, anyway, he just took off the clothes casually.

Louis knelt between the boy's legs, grabbed the boy's ankles with both hands, and then sank suddenly.

"Ah..." Draco made a sound that sounded like a sigh, like a scream.

At the same time, Louis also snorted—although it was not the first time, he had done enough foreplay, but being too tight was still a bit uncomfortable for him.

"Relax, good boy." Louis bent down to touch the boy's face, "Let me in a little bit."

The boy flinched so suddenly that Louis couldn't cry out.

He could only use one hand to comfort the boy's body, so that he could relax completely, "Good boy." He kept coaxing in the boy's ear.

Two lines of tears streamed from the corners of Draco's eyes - the physical tears he would shed whenever he was overstimulated.

"Hmm..." Draco finally found a little feeling, swaying with Louis' movements.

Well, as long as the boy gets into that feeling——Louis said that the two of them still have a tacit understanding, at least he feels good now.

……

After it was over, the two of them lay lazily on the bed, Draco put his head on Louis's chest, and put his arms around Louis' waist - Louis' waist feels good to the touch, without a trace of fat, and what's more commendable, The muscles under his hands were filled with a feeling of strength.

Thinking of himself, Draco couldn't help turning his face and biting Louis' chest with some hatred, leaving a small red tooth mark.

"Huh?" Louis' voice was a little hoarse, very low, with a taste of lust///desire.

"It's okay." Draco simply put his face against Louis, listening to the other's heartbeat, feeling that the whole world had calmed down.

"Hmm." Louis rubbed the boy's hair, probably because it was wet with sweat, some hair on the boy's forehead was tightly attached to his fair face - Louis pushed them away with his hands, not to behind the ear.

This was probably the only moment when he didn't want to disturb the atmosphere between the two of them with a cleansing spell.

"Great," Draco muttered suddenly.

"What?" Louis didn't hear clearly.

Draco responded with a feeble pinch on his waist - well, it didn't hurt at all, but it was really itchy.

"Sleep." Draco said softly, patting his "pillow".

"it is good."