[HP] Lover

"Is it a reversal potion?" Aiwen asked suddenly, he looked at the boy fixedly, "I have seen it in the potion book in the restricted area, there is a 5.00% chance of curing the squib potion, and that 5.00% is the magic potion. Check out the wizard in question, right?"

"So you've seen that book too!" The young man raised his head and recalled earnestly, "I found that book in the library of his home. During that time, I went to him almost every day... I don't want to use the power of prophecy, but I can't help it. He became like that to save me... I can't let him go down like that. He should be the most powerful wizard. I can't give his family a squib heir. "

Ivan turned his face away, he just told a lie, the book was not seen in the restricted area, but in the Slytherin dormitory, Draco Malfoy's private bookcase, it is the treasure of the Malfoy family!

It was already clear who the friend the boy was talking about was.

Aiwen's grandfather has always been taciturn, and so is his portrait. Yidi wanted to speak, but he moved his mouth seeing the expression on Aiwen's face, but he still didn't make a sound.

"The price of the prophecy...what is it?" After a long time, Ivan asked softly, his voice was inaudible, but the boy blinked and said with a smile: "Didn't you already guess it?"

Ivan is a very smart boy, even though his academy is Hufflepuff, which has always been honest and loyal. As a member of the Wilson family, even if he is not the heir, he understands everything that an heir should know.

Ivan looked up at the portraits covering the entire wall. Every wizard in the Wilson family's main house is here. Some of the portraits have become no different from ordinary still photos of the Muggle world due to the passage of magic power. The portraits are all fixed at a certain age in their old age, because basically wizards rarely have incurable diseases, and many people live smoothly until they are old. Only when they are old will they have the time to make portraits, slowly instill magic, The memory I want to leave behind.

Only that young man, only his portrait stays in his teens, his fair face looks even younger than Ivan's, although his eyes are also dark, but the shape of his eyes is very beautiful, when he smiles, he will bend into a Shallow crescent.

"Is this destined?" Ivan raised his head and stared at every Wilson on the wall in front of him, as well as his father who was still awake. They all had a pair of empty black pupils without any reflection, When I opened my eyes, the whites of the eyes almost didn’t exist at all. It was just such a pair of lifeless eyes, looking at Ivan quietly, “Every generation of Wilson has a reason to use prophecy. All kinds of costs, love, magic power, even life... Now it's my turn..."

"Brother!" Yidi stood aside with a pale face, "You promised father that you would never use your abilities!"

"I can't help it either." Ai Wen looked at the ancestor's handsome face as a teenager, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What about the prescription? We can always find that family, the prescription..." Yidi stepped forward and hugged Ivan's arm, "Brother..."

"I can get the prescription," Ivan looked at Idiil, rubbed his head with a smile as before, at this moment, he suddenly missed Draco very much, the boy who said he liked him and would hold him and kiss him tenderly , "But the Prince family is long gone, and we can no longer find any potion master capable of brewing this potion."

Yidi lowered his head, his eye circles turned red all of a sudden, Ivan still looked calm, and his voice was as gentle as before. He was thinking about his future, maybe there was no future.

Under the instructions of his grandfather, Aiwen re-draws the magic circle. Yidi stands opposite him, with mysterious runes drawn on his feet. It's fine to leave a message, even a sentence, after all, after two days of agreement, he will definitely not be able to go back, and the worst thing is that he may never be able to return to Hogwarts.

But when he wanted to take out the parchment or his wand, Aiwen flinched again. That person will definitely not wait for him, that person who is so outstanding, powerful and proud in all aspects, he may not be able to have others in his life. Everything imagined, profound magic power, affluent life, powerful family, handsome appearance, and admirers all over the four academies.

There are countless wonderful boys and girls, and he will soon forget himself.

Aiwen threw the pen aside, stood where he was supposed to be for a while, and the magic circle started slowly, and it became more uncertain when it was delayed for a minute. Before his grandfather could speak, Aiwen had already stretched out his hand spontaneously. At the top of the magic circle.

With an imperceptible cracking sound, the lines on the magic circle suddenly glowed with golden light, as if they came alive in an instant, and began to run along the established track, and Aiwen's magic power followed the magic core under its influence flow to the arm.

The black mist gradually filled his eyes, and Aiwen's vision also changed from clear to misty, and his mind was in chaos. In the haze, a voice asked: Whose future do you want to see.

The scene in front of him slowly disappeared in his eyes, and another strange scene emerged. Aiwen only saw countless silk threads of various colors, intertwined and intertwined in a mess. He knew that this was all related to himself. destiny line.

Among the black and gray threads, a light golden thread is particularly obvious. It is obviously a newborn thread that has not been entangled with other fate threads. That is to say, the fate of the person and Ivan represented by this thread The entanglement is not deep yet.

Of course Aiwen knew who this was, and he also knew when this line appeared in his vitality.

In fact, he clearly remembers all the memories with that person, frame by frame.

He will never forget the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand like a treasure.

Draco...

Ai Wen opened his mouth, murmured silently, and stretched out his hand...

No, no!

Ai Wen suddenly came back to his senses, and found that his hand was unconsciously placed on the silk thread representing Draco. He wanted to take it back, but the magic power had already flowed along the silk thread.

The power of prophecy.

He couldn't suppress it anymore, when the black mist filled up and covered all his sights, Ivan raised his head, smiled and said to Idiel at the other end of the magic circle: "Edi, don't forget to let Ryder go to Hogg Woz asked me for leave, and, tell him..."Don't wait for me, I might, I can't go back...

Before the words fell, Aiwen had completely lost consciousness. Before he fell into a coma, Idier's changed tone was heard by his ears.

"elder brother!"

Hogwarts

In the divination class, Professor Trelawney was talking about the existence of prophecy, and taught the students to use the tea dregs in the teacup to speculate on their own luck.

At the moment Ivan caught Draco's fate line, the platinum noble far away at Hogwarts shook his hand, and the teacup fell straight to the ground, and with a 'pop', the porcelain teacup fell to pieces .

Everyone in the classroom was taken aback. They looked in the direction of the sound, and found that the usually indifferent and serious Master Malfoy, with a proud face, was staring dumbfounded at the residue in front of him. The thin, slightly pointed pale pink lips were tightly pressed together.

"Draco, dear, what's the matter with you?" Pansy, who was at the other round table, turned his head in concern, and cast a 'restore to original' on Draco's teacup.

"Nothing." Draco lowered his head, letting his long blonde hair cover his eyes.

Blaise, who was on the other side of him, saw that he was in a bad mood, and thoughtfully apologized to Professor Trelawney, dismissed the students around him, and then turned to Draco, who still lowered his head, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, Can't see clearly.

Draco closed his eyes, tried not to care about his beating heart, and raised his hand to caress the little badger that was securely worn on his collar.

Aiwen, why haven't you come back...

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