HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

"Friends are not used to dictate."

"Draco," Alan said with a pale face, flattering, "I want to ask you something."

The little peacock frowned, with some anger in its gray-blue eyes, and roared, "Alan Cornwall!"

Allen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, smiled politely at the little snakes around him, and dragged Draco into a corner, "I know I was wrong, I just came out to ask a question, and I'll go back after I'm done!"

Draco looked at him suspiciously, and raised his chin for him to continue.

"Well, I read a book and found out... Pure-bloods are basically related by blood because of marriage, so there are many strange ways to identify bloodlines..."

"Yeah!" Draco tilted his head, "There are many blood magics, including family tree confirmation, bloodline magic, ancestor portrait confirmation..."

"Portrait?" Alan's eyes darkened for a moment, and he smiled what seemed to be a simple and strange smile, "Can this be recognized?"

"Of course!" Little Peacock nodded, "You just need to drop a drop of blood on the portrait of the ancestor, and the portrait will tell you whether you have his blood in your body."

Allen showed a pale smile, "Oh, I see, many things in the wizarding world are amazing!" Seeing Draco squinting, he immediately raised his hand, and said obediently, "I'm going back to bed!"

He lifted the bed curtain, and the handsome wizard with black hair and black eyes on the portrait on the bed smiled, "Little guy, are you sure?"

Allen saluted heartily, "The younger generation offended me just now, please don't be offended by the seniors." Allen picked up his wand and tapped the pen on the side, and changed the square portrait, which was only his arm's length, into a delicate frame, " For the time being, senior, please feel wronged, and I will customize a picture frame for you."

Salazar nodded, feeling a little more fond of this little guy. In the first grade, he has such powerful magic power and can perform such a good transformation technique, so he really deserves the double pupils.

Allen looked at the framed portrait, took out a silver knife from the desk, and cut his finger.

A drop of blood flew out from his fingertips and quickly merged into the portrait. A silver halo streaked across the canvas. Salazar closed his eyes to feel the blood and magic power in the drop of blood, and opened his eyes in surprise. He spoke and said A bunch of hissing exhalations.Allen was surprised. He knew it was another language, but he could understand it, and even opened his mouth to make such a sound, [Senior? 】

Salazar glanced at him up and down, laughed for a while, and hissed happily, 【I didn't expect that one day, I would meet my sister's descendants! 】

【elder sister? ] Allen's heart skipped a beat.His father is a purebred Muggle with a strict genealogy, so his ability must have originated from his mother, that is to say, the older sister of Salazar is his mother's ancestor? ! !

Salazar nodded, 【My sister is Sylvia Slytherin. She fell in love with a German and went to Germany... Later, the wizard was arrested and everyone was trying to escape. I was busy following Godric, Rowena, and Helga founded Hogwarts, but they broke off contact. 】Salazar showed a little nostalgia in his eyes, and looked at Allen with warmth, 【Since you are a descendant of my sister and have taken my wand, I will teach you well. 】

Allen was a little moved when he suddenly heard Salazar ask, 【What's your name? 】

[...Alan, Cornwall. 】

[Okay, little Alan!Let me talk about this seniority, um...]

Allen looked at Salazar who was serious about counting his seniority, and twitched the corners of his mouth, 【I'll call you 'ancestor' from now on. ] He paused, but still couldn't help asking, 【Ancestor still remember, what is the last name of the German that Sylvia's ancestor married? 】

Salazar thought about it seriously for 5 minutes, [It seems to be Green... or something, I can't remember clearly. 】

Allen was a little disappointed.

Salazar persuaded, [Even if you remember, a thousand years is enough to change your surname several times. 】Seeing Alan's disappointed face, Snake Ancestor began to coax the child, 【However, you can start with a pure-blood family with a history of a thousand years. Most families that can last a thousand years are famous for a while, so it's easy to find. 】

Alan barely pulled himself together, looked at the picture frame that was not too big but not too small, and began to look for a place to hang it. Finally, Alan stared at his bed and hung the portrait on the head of his bed.

Salazar squinted his eyes from left to right, [I think this is a bit strange. 】

Allen laughed, added a layer of curtains, and persuaded, 【The ancestors knew that I still have a roommate!This is the most suitable place. 】

【From tomorrow on, take me with you when you go out. 】Sara looked at Alan who was hesitant to speak, 【Take out the wand, I'll teach you the space curse! 】

Allen put down the bed curtain, and followed Salazar to learn the Space Curse in this small space. After he succeeded, the Snake Ancestor immediately began to teach him attack spells such as the Disarming Curse, until the watch in his hand showed that it was night At ten o'clock, Allen asked Salazar to end the class and raised the bed curtain, but Draco hadn't come back.

He sighed, got up and got out of bed, simply arranged his clothes, went out of the dormitory to the common room, and saw a certain little peacock frowning at his desk, with books and parchment spread out on the table.

Allen took a closer look. It was the Transfiguration textbook, and on the parchment were the key points of transfiguration just copied.Although the little peacock is proud, but very hardworking!

Allen tapped the table lightly, seeing the little peacock look up and said helplessly, "It's getting late, let's go back to the dormitory!"

Draco glanced at the wall clock on the wall, saw that it was already ten o'clock, rubbed his sore eyes, "Well, good!" He got up, and Alan helped him tidy up the books on the table, Of course, he led him upstairs.

Draco glanced at him, smiled smugly, but still took the thing from his hand, "You're not Crabbe and Goyle!"

...friends are not for calling.

Alan knew what he meant, and he was so ironed in his heart, he pushed him into the bathroom, put the things on the desk next to Draco's bed, and then wrote to Edward at his desk—

Dear Father: I did very well in Transfiguration and Potions class today. My roommate—Mr. Malfoy, whom I mentioned to you earlier, is very cute and educated. I am very willing to become good friends with him.In addition, there are some other things, it is inconvenient for the minister to elaborate in the letter, and I will tell my father when I go back at Christmas.But please rest assured, it is a good thing!My son is fine, don't worry.

Your son, Alan September 9 at 2:22