HP's return to innocence

Crown, that is, in his life before he was sliced, for more than 20 years, his bed partner has always been a woman.On the one hand, women are indeed easier to get, and more importantly, women often lose their minds after falling in love, and give everything to their lovers-this also includes the stingy old woman Hepburn Smith.

However, Voldemort always felt that something was missing when interacting with women.Of course, since all along, his main goal was not how to make himself happy in bed, so he didn't care about this incompleteness.

Until he has a higher status, it is his right to taste the sacrifices offered by the nobles, and it is also his duty as an emperor to stabilize the hearts of his subordinates.His bed partners began to vary, and men were certainly no exception.

And from those men, Voldemort felt what he lacked-he may be bisexual, or he may indeed be a pure gay, he can feel the charm of women, but in bed, a man does make him more satisfied .

However, because the previous partners were all women, and the men afterwards were all "cooked dishes" that washed themselves clean and tidy up and delivered them to the door obediently afterwards, so Voldemort is definitely not a good bed partner for men. Treat men the same way you treat women.

That's why, he didn't even know that after the incident, he needed to do the necessary internal cleaning... But the other people who suffered in the past were now unfortunately replaced by himself.

"I hate you," said Crown.

"Well, I hate you too~" Draco said.

This is what he said weakly on the bed after the crown was washed from top to bottom and from the inside to the outside.As for Draco's answer, although he used "also", his tone was as sweet as if he was speaking love language to a lover in love.

"Okay, honey, get up and drink this bottle of medicine."

"I hate 'darling'." Tiara turned her head the other way.

"Then, Tom, get up and drink this potion."

"..." If someone told him before today that he would feel better physically and mentally because he was called "Tom", then he would definitely beat that guy to death!But reality is often crueler than nightmares...

Guan Guan took the medicine honestly, after all, he had already passed the age of being coquettish and self-willed, and he didn't think that the platinum prince was a patient person.Fortunately, although the potion from Malfoy's family had a strange taste, it did not cause him to experience strange phenomena such as smoke coming out of his ears.

Crown was lying on the bed again, and Draco helped him change the quilt. Then, he pulled out the chair, took a book, and sat on the head of Crown's bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Nursing the sick."

Drake answered naturally, while Crown rolled his eyes: "Well, last night, between you and me, something did happen, and..." Drake heard the sound of teeth grinding, "And wrong It's all on me, but I promise, it won't happen again, so I think we can get back to a normal relationship."

"You don't need to be so frightened, Tom." Draco put down the book and shrugged, "I don't think similar things will happen between you and me, but this does not mean that I have to give up my responsibilities."

"What are your duties?"

"Take responsibility for what I do."

Guan Guan rolled his eyes again: "I don't know, so there is such a pedantic thing in Malfoy's bloodline."

"It's not pedantic, but the persistence of the nobleman, and Malfoy's demeanor."

"I don't need it!" Crown glared at Draco.What kind of demeanor and persistence are just superficial hypocrisy. He is not one of those stupid Gryffindors, or underage Slytherin brats who lose their way after a few smiles!

"Okay." Draco put away the book and pulled the chair back to its original position. "If you feel uncomfortable, remember to call the elf."

Crown turned her head the other way, refusing to speak to him further.

Drake left, and the room suddenly became empty and cold, and Diadem shivered and pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze.But his sleep was not comforting, and the bizarre nightmares kept haunting him.Occasionally waking up from a nightmare, the heavy body and the wet and cold quilt almost made him think that he was not lying on the gorgeous and comfortable bed in Malfoy's house, but stuck deep in a dangerous swamp somewhere.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely groan at this time, or even cry for help. However, Guan Guan just pursed his chapped lips and slept on the pillow with an extremely calm expression. It was hard to imagine that he was being haunted by nightmares.

Opening his eyes dimly again, Guan Guan found a hand covering his forehead, and he wanted to shake that hand away.But the neck and shoulders were stiff as if he had been petrified, and even his tongue and vocal cords didn't listen to his orders, so in the end he only made a strange hehe sound.

So Guan Guan could only stupidly let some little bastard clean him up, wiped off his sweat with a warm towel, and stuffed it back into the bed with the changed sheets and clean quilt.

After cursing "Damn Malfoy's bastard" again in his heart, Diana rubbed against the soft goose feather pillow, and really fell asleep with a face of comfort.

At noon, Narcissa finally came home.

"Is everything going well, Mother?"

"It's just sending the two little ones home." Narcissa rubbed her son's hair, since Draco stopped waxing, she liked doing it more and more, the fluffy and soft touch...

Draco was helpless, and he finally remembered why he started using pomade when he was 11 years old—just to avoid his mother's evil hands, but now he doesn't need pomade, and his mother's "little habit" has returned.Sometimes, Draco even wondered in horror, whether he would still be in danger of premature hair loss if he continued to be rubbed like this.

"Also, this time I found one product that you and your father neglected, except for cosmetics."

"What?" Draco was a little surprised, after all, his mother had never shown any talent in business.

"Toothpaste." Narcissa answered simply.

The toothpaste in the wizarding world looks no different from that in the Muggle world, but most of them are mixed with toothpaste, so there is no branch of dental therapists in the magical world, and even Dumbledore Super sweet tooth control, also has a good white teeth.

Probably because toothpaste is available in both worlds, although Draco thought that Hermione's parents' occupations were a bit strange, but in view of the other party's Muggle status and the hostile attitude in the previous life, he hoped to ease the relationship between the two in this life. And be more cautious.Therefore, no matter how much he knows about the Muggle world, Draco, who is still a minor aristocrat in the magic world, is quite natural.

"Also, I have reached an agreement with Mr. Granger, and they will recommend our toothpaste to patients in their clinic."

"Isn't he afraid that he will lose his job?"

"That's a noble gentleman." Narcissa smiled while fanning her fan, "Besides, he can sell toothpaste~ Also, my son..."

"what?"

"How does Darklord taste?" With the small fan covering his mouth, Draco could only see his mother's shining eyes, "If I wasn't quite sure, your father spent last night in the study, I would have thought that the 'prisoner' was him , I didn't expect you to be so bold, my son~ Is that your first time?"

Drake had the urge to cover his face in an instant. The last time he had the first time was at a prom before school started at the age of 14.That's what his father took him to, and everyone at the ball wore masks—not the weird masks of the Death Eaters, of course, but gorgeous masks studded with diamonds and decorated with bright feathers.

The woman who guided him was small in stature and great in skill, and she was not a frenzied resentful girl. It was a very gentle and gentle first time, and his father arranged it perfectly——Draco didn't think that, when he was full of resentment At the masquerade ball of the female idiot, it was his luck to meet a female companion who was very different from others.

Moreover, the tradition of the nobility is also the first time that the elders lead them to experience life.Hundreds of years ago, it was even the parents who fought in person, but now it's just the parents helping to tie the knot.Of course, when school started that year, his father gave him a small box, which contained various styles and flavors of... condoms.

Because of receiving such a school-opening gift, he boarded the Hogwarts Express that day with a flushed face.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked enthusiastically, but her son was distracted.

"Uh... sorry, mother, I'm just a little embarrassed." Draco bowed his head like a good boy.

"Your father should have told you about some things, but some things happened ahead of time, and he is really busy now, so I can only perform this duty on his behalf." Narcissa finally put down her fan, her hands put On his knees, with a straight back and a serious face.

"Yes, mother, I will listen carefully."

"Sex is a happy thing that can bring us both physical and spiritual satisfaction, but at the same time, sex is also a double-edged sword. Just like fine wine and food, moderation can satiate the stomach, quench thirst, and relax the body and mind, but excessive, Not only will it damage the body, it can even make people dull or crazy."

"I won't indulge in it, Mother."

"I believe in you, my little dragon, you have always been outstanding, exceeding our expectations." Narcissa finally returned to her normal appearance, and kissed her son's forehead with a smile, "The last sentence is talkative, no matter what , that person is the Dark Lord, so be careful."

"Yes, mother." Draco nodded, without explaining that although he ate the crown yesterday, in fact, it was the crown that framed him.Otherwise, Draco suspected that his mother would use a hellfire to burn that guy to pieces—of course, Draco didn't care about someone's life or death, but because, on the one hand, he had already died in Hogwarts. No. On the other hand, he may be needed in the future.

After the conversation between the mother and the son was over, Narcissa didn't mention the matter of the official's crown, but happily went to find the diary.Narcissa's love for her daughter was rekindled with the make-up she put on Hermione this morning.And the cute diary, who was only six years old, became her new goal.

Watching Narcissa go upstairs holding the diary by the hand - the Mistress of the Malfoy family was almost glowing - Draco felt that if the crown knew about the diary's "happy life", he would understand that he was still lucky the one of...