[HP] Lover

Then Professor Sprout asked Ivan if he needed a professor to pick him up, because the Hogwarts Express does not operate during non-holiday hours, and Ivan said that he had the door key to return to the manor.

On the first day of the Easter holiday, Ivan was wearing a cloak and waiting in front of the Slytherin lounge. Draco obviously didn't expect to see his boy just outside the door, he was stunned for a moment before he walked over with a smile and asked: " Why are you here? Ivan."

"Good morning, Draco." Ivan tiptoed and kissed the corner of Draco's lips, "Morning." Draco responded vaguely, then hugged Ivan's waist and moved to the corner of the stairs, buckled Grabbing the back of his head deepened the kiss.

"Okay, we have nothing to do now." Pansy, who appeared right behind Draco, shrugged and winked at Draco's back, "Just now, he was still discussing the content of breakfast with us — but I think Draco won't even make it to the first class."

Blaise let Pansy hold his arm with a half-smile, and said, "Obviously, Draco is enjoying his 'breakfast'—and today is a holiday, so there is no class," his voice was very slow He dragged on, showing a very casual look, and waved to the Slytherins who appeared outside the door one by one behind him, "Come on, your chief is 'busy', I'm afraid we won't be able to see him until noon... how enthusiastic boy!"

He didn't know whether he was describing Ivan or Draco's words, which caused a group of Slytherins to burst into laughter. Ivan naturally heard it too, and his reaction was to put his lips on him more eagerly. The bad premonition faintly appeared made him extremely uneasy, and he desperately needed someone to comfort him, and this person was of course Draco, this comfort should not be hugs, nor gentle words, it should be this one people.

"I'm leaving, Draco." Before suffocating, Ivan pushed Draco away, leaned against the wall and looked up at his meticulous attire.

Draco's breathing was a little short, his heart sank suddenly, and he whispered: "I know, come back early, Ivan."

Aiwen still had a blush on his face, wrapped his arms around Draco, and replied coquettishly: "I took two days off, and there are only two days... wait for me to come back?" He used a questioning tone, but He didn't want to hear any other answer, and the intense uneasiness pushed him closer to Draco.

"Of course," Draco lowered his head, and rubbed the tip of Ivan's nose affectionately. When they were staggered, their lips touched together, and the fresh fragrance spread along the contact parts, and it was particularly strong in other places. Rosemary, on Aiwen's body, is faint, with a bit of cool breath, "Aiwen, I have been here..."

It was still in the morning when Aiwen returned to the manor with the port key. The weather was gloomy, and people's mood became heavy for no reason. Yidi was already standing at the door of the manor. The owner of Wilson Manor was Aiwen. The manor is only open to the owner, so even if Yidi is also a member of the family, he can only wait at the door.

The Wilson family is the oldest and most mysterious family in the UK. This family has been in the UK for more than ten centuries, and its history is even older than the Malfoy family.

Like the ancestors of most British aristocratic families, the first generation of Malfoy came to Great Britain with William the Great as a member of the Normandy invasion army...

But the Wilson family has always lived on the land.

However, very few wizards know this. Most people only know that Wilson is a wizard family with a weak sense of existence. It can only slightly touch the side of the nobility. The members of this family are evenly distributed among the four colleges.

Some families are good at communicating with magical animals, some are good at potions, and the Wilson family is good at prophecy.

Unlike the Trelawney family, which was erratic, every prediction of the Wilson family was very accurate, but they rarely used their abilities.

Prophecy has a price.

People in the Wilson family seem to be born with a little more perception of the future than others. The growing anxiety prompted Ivan's father to make a prophecy. The object of the prophecy is still unknown, even some people in the magic world The great nobles only knew that the main family had paid a huge price for this.

It is not enough to just deprive Aiwen of his inheritance rights. Idir, who was supposed to succeed Aiwen as the heir, became a squib at birth, or close to the existence of a squib. The fluctuation of magic power is so weak that it hardly exists. Dystocia passed away.

That day was a nightmare that Ivan never wanted to recall but could never forget.

"Brother..." Idil stood at the gate of the manor, looking very tired. Ivan walked up a few steps, grabbed his brother's arm, and said in a trembling voice: "What you said in the letter...is this? Where is your magic power?" ?!"

"Disappeared," Yidi lowered his head, "completely disappeared."

"Impossible, come with me!" Aiwen took Idil and ran to a corridor under the main house. The corridor is full of various spells and magic circles. At the end of the corridor, there is a door The door, a very simple and unremarkable door.

"I can't see...there is no door." Idiel said softly, looking at the dark promenade where he couldn't see the edge at all, and the door that he could see once he passed by.

Aiwen looked at Idiel in disbelief and then at the closed door, and murmured: "But... Father clearly said that he can last until you enter Hogwarts at the age of 11... There must be a solution, as long as You still have a little bit of magic power..." He opened the door like crazy and pulled Idiel in.

There is a lot of space in the door, which seems empty to ordinary people or wizards like Idir whose magic core is broken and the magic power is overflowing. In Ivan's eyes, it is a magic circle connected one by one.

Ivan led Idier around the magic circle carefully, until he walked to a wall covered with portraits. The people in the portraits all had blond hair and obviously belonged to the Wilson family. All the portraits spread out radially, with a line in the middle The rectangular paper with no visible material is the genealogy of the main family.

All the wizards who inherited the prophecy talent of the Wilson family wrote it on paper, including Aiwen and Idiel. The difference is that Idiil's name is a dim golden color that is about to go out, while Aiwen's name is the same as the dead ancestors. Same, black.

"Grandfather..." Ivan bent down in front of a portrait close to the family tree, and called out respectfully, "I am Ivan Wilson."

A blond man who doesn't look young opened his eyes. He has a pair of black eyes—maybe it's in the portrait, maybe it's just like him himself. His eyes are less white than others, and he looks indifferent and serious, "What's wrong? ?”, the pair of cold eyes quietly turned to Yidi who shrank behind, and finally a trace of surprise flashed across, “How fast is it going by?”

Every wizard has a magic core in his body. The size of the magic core determines the talent and ability of the wizard. Before the age of 11, the magic core is immature, and magic riots often occur. The strength of the magic riot and the purity of the blood are different It has a lot to do with it. After the age of 11, the absorbed magic power will form a cycle in the body with the help of the magic core, and the magic power consumed by the wizard's magic spell will be quickly replenished under the aggregation of the magic core.

This has a lot to do with the pedigree of the wizard. Pure blood wizards and their descendants are generally more powerful, and once there is a mixed blood, unless the mixed parts are removed with potions, their descendants will definitely appear Squibs.

So even though they have been criticized, pure-blood wizards still insist on the theory of blood, in order to avoid the possibility of squibs in the descendants of the family.

Idir is not a squib in the general sense. He formed a magic core before he was born, which almost guaranteed his future strength. However, due to the power of prophecy, his magic core shattered, and the magic power in his body spilled out of his body in an instant , but cannot be aggregated.

At the beginning, Aiwen's father used the family secret method to infuse his remaining magic power into Idiel through the magic circle, and used potion to suppress the speed of the magic power dissipating. It really happened, and Idyll in Hogwarts can also survive safely.

After all, the Squibs and Squibs were the ones that man had been trying to get rid of.

"But Idiel is not yet old enough to go to Hogwarts!" Ivan had been worrying about something, and as his grandfather's words were fully implemented, he lost his voice: "He will kill Idiel! Idiel Must go to Hogwarts! Only there is the safest!"

As he shouted, all the closed-eyed people in the surrounding portraits opened their eyes and looked over. There were people of all ages in the portraits, and there was even a wizard who looked like a teenage boy, following everyone's gazes curiously. Look at Idiel.

"The magic circle your father used...give the magic power to Idiel," Aiwen's grandfather bowed his head and thought for a while, then said: "As long as you make a prophecy, the magic circle will actively absorb your magic power and transfer it to Idiel. But we have no way of controlling the rate of spillage."

"Okay." Ivan replied without thinking, "No!" Yidi suddenly pulled him back, speaking anxiously: "There is a price for prophecy!"

"The magic circle will ensure that the price is on the prophet." Aiwen said: "You are more important than me, you know? Idil, I have been deprived of the right of inheritance, and my descendants can't even bear the surname of Wilson. You are the last The hope that the Wilson family has passed on for more than ten centuries cannot be broken in our generation."

Yidi, who has always been strong, couldn't help covering his face, and said with a sob: "Is there no other way? Father didn't die for the prophecy...he died for me...I know...the price is his life ...but, but..."

At this time, the boy-like wizard slapped his head and said in surprise, "This is——the magic core is broken, I haven't seen it for many years."

In the portrait on the right of the young man is an old wizard with a gray beard. He glanced at the young man slowly and said, "You discussed it with us several years ago! Have you forgotten?"

"Ah! It's still you..." The young man leaned on the wicker chair with a smile on his face, his two calves happily dangling in the air, "I can't remember anything when I'm old..."

He is obviously a handsome young man with a very clear voice, but he speaks in the tone of an old man, which sounds very weird, but other people, or the portraits, have long been used to it, and Aiwen's grandfather asked more seriously: "Do you know this?"

"There's something wrong with the magic core," the young man nodded and said with a smile, "A long time ago—one of my...friends." He was a tall, handsome young man, and then he recovered, and I never saw him again."

"How did he recover?"

"Potion! Of course it's potion," said the young man. "I used prophecy to help him find the prescription. The head of the Prince family had to wait for half a year to succeed... One of the materials was the blood of the phoenix... The finished product was shallow water. Golden, like his hair..."

Hearing this, Ivan raised his head suddenly, and looked at the young man in disbelief, light blonde... Isn't that just like Draco, there are many wizards with similar hair colors in the magic world, but light blonde is the most representative The Malfoy family.

Could it be...

The boy continued to say: "...the prescription should still be kept in his family..."

"Which family is it...?" Idiel asked eagerly. He was confined at home and rarely went out since he was a child. He didn't know much about other wizard families, and he didn't think of the Malfoy family all of a sudden like Aiwen. He He just wanted to know about the potion prescription, and he didn't want Ivan to take risks.

"...I can't remember..." After the boy finished speaking, he leaned on the wicker chair again, shaking his legs with a smile, "I'm getting old."

The author has something to say:

The little boy patriarch of the Wilson family ==

Draco, I'm sorry, I'm going to take your wife away for a while ===