HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

Albert and Darren soon grew to be five years old. It stands to reason that Albert, who was born early, was the second heir after Alan. However, in life, Darren was indeed much more stable than Albert.In terms of personality, Albert is more like Draco, while Darren is more stable, like Alan.Edward shook his head helplessly, but decided to determine the inheritance rights according to the ancestral system.

Albert tilted his head, stuck out his tongue mischievously, put his hands behind his back and stood on tiptoe, his blond hair was extremely brilliant, "Grandpa, don't do this, I'm also very good!"

Edward gently pressed his head lovingly, gave a few words of advice, turned and left.

Watching Edward's figure disappear, Albert immediately took out the model of the new Quidditch field from his pocket, leaned down on the ground to watch the World Cup final, Darren held his collar expressionlessly, trying to get the slightest The twin brother, who didn't care about his image, dragged himself up from the ground, "Pay attention to etiquette!"

Albert pursed his mouth and raised his hand to grab Darren's face, but was stopped, so he imitated Draco's way to Alan, pushed his brother down on the lawn and messed up his platinum-blond hair.

Darren tried to grab the troubled hand, but they had almost the same strength. In the end, the two rolled into a ball on the grass. He was weak and angry, "Albert! Do you know it's not proper manners!"

"I don't care!" Albert yelled, "I'm your brother, you have to listen to me obediently!"

Darren pursed his lips, his hair was messed up even more by this incomprehensible brother, he raised his hand to pinch Albert's face, gritted his teeth and said, "Albert! Who did you hide those things for you!"

Albert paused, showing a flattering smile, "Oh, Darren, don't be angry!" He rolled off Darren in a numb manner, got up and pulled him up, and tried to give Darren a typical brother's example. Ruth's hair was slapped away.

Darren squinted at him. His eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Allen's, were very majestic. He lowered his voice, "Albert! You have to behave like a prince! Otherwise, I'll tell my father!"

"Um?!"

Albert's expression changed, and he told Allen's father?

He immediately shook his head and nodded again, "Darren, don't worry! I will definitely maintain good manners! You...don't tell father!" He carefully raised a finger to hook Darren's clothes and shook it gently, "Well, good brother!"

Darren snorted softly, and swept the models on the ground with disgust, "How many times have I told you! You are going to inherit the throne in the future, how can you look like this?!"

Albert grinned guiltily, "Isn't there still you?"

Darren was expressionless again.

Albert immediately put the model back into his pocket, pushed Darren towards the castle, and pretended to be serious, "Look at you Darren, you are covered in dust and don't care about your image at all. You are a prince! The third on the throne What about the heir in line! How can this be! Let's go back and take a shower..." He lowered his voice a little, "It will be miserable if our father finds us like this!"

Darren gave him a very disgusted look, "Father is not here today, and I went to Uncle Nicklaus to deal with the saint's business! It is said that I will go to Dad's manor after I finish."

Albert suddenly realized, and squinted his eyes in displeasure, "You didn't say it earlier!"

He immediately put down the hand that was pushing Darren, took out his model and ran back to the grass just now to lie down and watch the replay of the game.

"..." Darren frowned, looked at the dust on his body, and then looked down at his dirty white shirt. He couldn't bear to go back to the castle to wash up.

Both father and father are Slytherin, and they even have Slytherin blood, but look at Albert... Is he going to be assigned to Gryffindor?

Darren pouted, "It's really worrying!"

On the other side, Allen was leaning in the armchair and listening to Nicklaus' report, propping his chin with one hand, his expression was a little gloomy, "Oh, this group of pure bloods were dishonest with Voldemort at the beginning, and they still move frequently now."

Nicklaus bowed his head respectfully, without saying a word.

Allen tilted his head and smiled without any haze, "Since they want to feel the power of the blue fire so much, then you don't have to show mercy." He lacked interest, "If you want to kill, kill it, hide it, don't stay What traces."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Allen put his hands down, pressed the armrests and stood up. The perfectly tailored dark gray suit fit his temperament very well. In this way, I'm leaving!"

Nicklaus sent him away, shaking his head helplessly, he walked so fast, any fool would know that he was looking for that young master Malfoy, the current Patriarch Malfoy.And that brooch became the most photographed accessory around Allen by virtue of the person who gave it to him. The Saint Chief handed the document in his hand to the entourage behind him, and his voice cooled down, "Know the traitor, hide the trace."

The slender legs fell to the ground, and the gorgeous manor appeared in front of Alan's eyes. He passed a large area of ​​blooming roses, and walked into the owner's study room unimpeded.

Draco's eyes were calm, and his platinum-blond hair was combed meticulously. Allen couldn't help but smiled softly, cast a confusion spell on himself, and walked over with light steps. The peacock was wrapped in his arms, and while the man was not paying attention, he quickly pecked at the smooth side of the face, with an incomparably gentle smile.

Draco didn't look back, "Is the matter over?"

"Hmm." Allen rubbed his cheek lightly, "Isn't the family's business done yet? Which family is so annoying, I'll turn around..." Before he finished speaking, the little peacock suddenly attacked his forehead .Alan's forehead was a little red, he didn't move, his mouth pouted pitifully, "Draco?"

The corners of Draco's mouth couldn't help but curled up, then pressed down slightly, and raised his hand to rub him, "Don't meddle in these things for me! Normal business dealings, I don't want those people to say that I'm relying on your power !"

Allen frowned, his heavy pupils looked straight into his gray-blue eyes, and he gently kissed those lips, "Everything about me is yours. When you want to use it, you must tell me."

Draco's peacock tail cocked up, and he sat proudly and proudly to read the document, "Do you need to remind me?"

Allen chuckled and waved his hand, and the chair beside him automatically flew over and placed behind him. He sat down and watched the little peacock handle things quietly, watching this man's more and more calm and decisive appearance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Getting more intoxicated.

Draco's ears gradually turned red, and his pale face gradually became flushed. The pen in his hand slid more and more slowly. After taking a deep breath for a long time, he took the document and patted Allen's head suddenly. Pushing and pushing him out of the study room, he slammed the door shut, "You stay outside!"

Allen was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, smiled slightly, turned around and called the house-elves, and ordered them to prepare black tea and chocolate for Draco, while he went to the library of the Malfoy family to see what he had once devoted himself to. Books of black magic that were overlooked when looking for information on Horcruxes.

The powerful black magic aura permeated his body, and the roaring face on the book shrank back in fear, and quickly hid back in the page. The page regained its calmness, and Alan turned the page calmly with a calm expression.

An hour and a half later, Allen felt the magic wave coming from behind him, and the smile on his lips flickered, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything, Ren Xiaopeacock covered his head with a suit jacket, someone warmly A hot breath came, "Robbery! Hand over all the valuables on your body!"

Allen chuckled, raised his hand to hold the man's wrist, "I'm so pretty, do you only rob money?"

He waved his hand, and the coat on his head flew into the air, and the teacup and books on the table floated aside. With a whirl of his wrist, he gently pressed the little peacock on the desk, with bright double pupils, and lowered his head to peck at those lips. , "This honorable Patriarch Malfoy, can you take a look by the way?"

Draco cut lightly with a smile, raised his hand to press his shoulder, and squeezed his chin with the other hand to look left and right, "The little boy looks okay!"

"Then are you willing to accept it?" Allen smiled gently.

Draco smiled weakly, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't want to!"

Allen raised his eyebrows subconsciously, "Why... um!"

The hand of a certain peacock on his shoulder suddenly pressed down on his neck, his lips were sealed by Draco's lips, and his hand supported the table hard so that he did not let himself fall completely on this person body.

But... Allen snorted with a smile, supported his body with his forearms, and quickly turned from defense to offense, until the little peacock blushed and panted slightly. He rubbed the man's cheek and smelled the smell of this man , "Draco, I like you so much!"

Draco pressed his neck, pulled his hair to make him look up, smiled a little hooligan, raised his hand and tore open his shirt, "It's useless to talk so much!"

The little peacock tried his best and raised his head to kiss his chest.

Allen's breath was slightly disturbed, he grabbed the man's hand and pressed it on top of his head, quickly removed the obstacle, and approached the warm intestine, "Draco..."

Draco put his legs | around his waist, "Shut up! Come on!"

However, the little peacock soon regretted his words, until the stars were hanging at night, Alan carried Draco into the master bedroom and put the quilt on, and told the house-elf to go to Windsor Castle to tell Edward that the two of them will be together tonight Not going back.

Alan looked at Draco who was hiding under the quilt and didn't want to show his face, smiled gently and coaxed people, and finally got the posture of going to bed and hugging someone to sleep.

"Good night, dear!"