HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

It was impossible to go downstairs to eat. The three elders had all experienced it, and they knew what was going on at a glance. Allen had to summon the house elf to bring food to the bedroom.

He tenderly fed a certain little peacock, watched the little peacock squint back under the quilt, and ate slowly with a smile full of joy.

The two of them didn't leave the room for a day, and Allen quietly ordered the saints to bring the recovery potion and scar removal potion, and carefully removed the hickey marks on Draco's body. He watched those marks disappear with some pity, Draco glared at him and went to wash up, and he smiled and got ready the clothes Draco was going to wear later.

If you don't go downstairs for dinner, the three adults will be worried.

Until Allen saw the faint worry between Edward's brows, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared inch by inch.

Draco frowned slightly at him, reaching out and clasped his hand.

Allen felt more at ease, took Draco to the seat, greeted Lucius and Narcissa, and asked, "Father, what are you worried about?"

Edward frowned slightly. Alan had been running around for more than a year and hadn't had a serious rest for two days. He comforted, "It's okay, don't worry, the government will take care of it." He changed the subject, "Tonight's Sturgeon It's very fresh, try it quickly."

Allen smiled and forked a piece for Draco, and then tasted it himself, "My son never doubts the authentication of the father and king."

Draco's eyes flicked between them, feeling that the father and son who had inherited the throne were too tired to talk, he swallowed the fish in his mouth, interrupted arrogantly, and made the atmosphere of the whole table harmonious.

That's right, what business is said at the dinner table.

Allen looked at the little peacock with a smile, and lowered his eyes slightly. His self-blame was not because of the heavy casualties among the people, but because, after killing Voldemort, he first gathered those Death Eaters, among whom there were many Part of it was voluntary loyalty, and a small part was due to helplessness... He allowed those who were absolutely loyal to Voldemort to flee, causing the number of casualties in the Muggle world to increase again.

Even if those people eventually died under his death curse...

How many people did he kill?

Allen closed his eyes slightly, unable to count.

He is sinking into darkness...

Grabbing him with one hand, Allen opened his eyes sideways and saw Draco who was a little worried. He smiled comfortingly and looked across. The three adults also looked at him with concern.

He's in trouble again.

Alan pulled out a smile, "Father, uncles and aunts, I'm fine... Well, today's dinner is very good."

Although he only said in the morning that he would not let Alan touch him, but... Draco turned his eyes, the state of this person was really worrying, he turned his head awkwardly, "Hey, Alan..."

Chong Tong looked over gently.

Draco pursed his lips, "Sleep with me today!"

It wasn't until Alan was dragged into the quilt by the little peacock that his arm was pressed by the person beside him. Draco turned around with his back to him arrogantly and awkwardly. He slowly approached and hugged the person's waist , some tired eyes closed.He smelled Draco's body, his spirit slowly relaxed, and he fell asleep.

The person behind him didn't move for a long time, Draco turned around, and saw that the person was already asleep, with his brows still frowning slightly.He raised his hand and touched Alan's head, leaned over and kissed the man's lips lightly, and said softly, "Good night."

Alan slept deeply, probably because Draco's smell reassured him too much, and no one disturbed him. He didn't open his eyes until the sun was high, and there was no one in his arms.He was stung by the sunlight streaming through the white curtains and squinted his eyes.

"Are you awake?" came the voice of the little peacock.

Allen turned around slowly, and saw Draco turning on a small light, putting down the half-read book in his hand and walking towards him, with his soft lips covering his, making a sneak attack.Allen wrapped his arms around his waist, brought him down on the bed, and closed his eyes again.

Draco patted the man's head lightly, only to realize that he had fallen asleep again.

He pursed his lips slightly, Allen must be exhausted.He sighed, hugged the man, and patted his back like Narcissa used to coax him to sleep.

At this time, No. 12 Grimmauld Place was about to turn upside down.

In order to celebrate Voldemort's downfall, the wizarding world celebrated with great excitement. Hogwarts canceled the final exams and had a holiday two months in advance. Only Grindelwald knew that this was to prevent the savior's soul from causing chaos.

really--

Harry raised his wand with a pale face and red eyes, and said in a cruel and vicious voice, "You old bastard...you lost! Where is Ellen Cornwall...?"

Sirius's face was red and his head showed veins. He was held tightly by Lupine, and he said in pain, "I'm sorry for James...I'm sorry for Lily..."

Snape's face was whiter than the wall, and his eyes were extremely empty.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix held up their wands with worried expressions—three or four of them had already been wounded.Dumbledore looked at Harry gravely, speechless.

Grindelwald stood loosely, holding his wand lightly in his right hand. Seeing that the savior was almost completely controlled, he cast a binding spell and the rope entangled the boy from top to bottom. Harry fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then Looking into the eyes of a large number of members of the Order of the Phoenix, he calmly withdrew his wand.

Did the group think he was going to cast the Death Curse?

Oh, that's what he meant, but he didn't want to upset Albus.

He took a step forward, held Dumbledore's slightly trembling left hand, and comforted him silently.

Sirius had already broken free from Lupine and rushed to Harry's side. He held Harry in his arms, looked at the expression that belonged to Voldemort, and slumped on the ground in despair.

Dumbledore said, "Sirius, we need a magic bandage to keep Harry under control."

There were still celebratory items and feasts on the table, but no one cared about them at the moment.

The savior turned out to be Voldemort's Horcrux.

Allen slept until dark before he lazily rubbed Draco in his arms. He stretched himself. He hadn't had such a comfortable and indulgent sleep for a long time.

Draco pressed his face and pushed him back, "You've been sleeping all day and all night, get up, it's already seven o'clock in the evening!"

Allen chuckled and pressed him into his arms again, his voice was a little hoarse, extremely gentle, "Draco, I like you so much."

Draco's ears were slightly red, and he looked at the ceiling arrogantly, "How much do you like it?"

Allen propped himself up with one hand, looked into those gray-blue eyes, couldn't help but leaned down and kissed those lips, "You are my light and my spiritual pillar."

"Come on!" Draco pouted, trying to suppress the upturned corner of his mouth, "Where do you need a pillar?"

Allen chuckled, couldn't help but bowed his head and pecked the man's lips, sat up and got out of bed, "I have to get up, I'm so hungry."

Draco watched him enter the bathroom door, covering his face and rolling happily on the bed.He sat up, his eyes were bright and agile, and he touched his lips lightly.