Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Lucius slept for a day and a night, and not long after he woke up, a large tray appeared in the bedroom, with moderately warm milk and freshly baked shortbread on it.But the person holding the tray was not the person he imagined, but an elf.After questioning, the elf replied that Quirrell had left in a hurry after receiving a letter in the early hours of the morning, instructing them to prepare warm food at any time.

The status of Quirrell and Lucius in the magic world is equivalent to that one is the chairman and the other is the general manager.The responsibility of the general manager is the management of specific affairs and daily affairs, while the chairman only needs to grasp the general direction of the development of the "enterprise" most of the time, and will not make a move unless an extremely important event-this is why Lucius He gets busy and keeps his feet on the ground, while Quirrell takes care of the children at home.

But Lucius really couldn't figure out what happened recently that required Quirrell to come forward in person, and he didn't even come in a hurry to tell him.Subconsciously, he ran to the study downstairs, but just as he picked up the quill, his hand stopped.He's let go of those responsibilities, obligations, and...powers, and now in what capacity is he going to command those people?

The quill was thrown on the paper, and he was not used to being a powerless person.

The door of the study opened, and Quirrell, who was still wearing his coat, stood at the door and looked at him complicatedly.

"Want to know why I left?"

"No!" Lucius stood up, and his voice was so loud that even he was startled, "I just want to see if there is something negligent that requires you to do it yourself."

Quirrell approached him, the person was still the same person, but Lucius couldn't help but took a step back, the pressure on him from this man suddenly increased.It was even more stressful than when he was 17 years old, when he stood alone in front of that person with a family that was about to collapse...

Quirrell took off the cloak, wrapped it around Lucius, and held him in his arms: "I know what you've been doing these past few months, I've always known."

"You are our king." Lucius let him hold him. There is a kind of person in this world who can never be "surprised", just like the Dark Lord.Even Christmas presents from insignificant people, before those people ribboned them and put them in the box, Quirrell had received the list of gifts sent by various channels.Not to mention Lucius?Such a great gift for Malfoy?

"Do you think I'm mean?" He always showed a broad-minded and indifferent look, but when Lucius really started to hand over the Malfoy family property and resigned from the Ministry of Magic, he chose to sit on the sidelines.He even ordered the Death Eaters to cooperate fully-in other words, to lift Lucius up in a short time.

"My choice." Lucius put his arms around Quirrell's neck, and offered a kiss that still tasted like muffins, "Take me away, this place... only belongs to Draco from now on."

Quirrell Manor, it is said that the Quirrell Office Building is more appropriate, because before today, he would only come here when dealing with business, Malfoy Manor is his home, and this is the first time he and Lucius The first time I came here so closely entangled.

The cloak, which had not been wrapped for a long time, fell into the hall, and Quirrell didn't even have time to lead someone upstairs to the master bedroom.He just tore off Lucius' pajamas and pushed him onto the long table in the living room.Lucius kissed Quirrell frantically, and he couldn't even wait for the lube to end, so he twisted his body and clamped Quirrell's waist with his legs.

"I want you! mydarklord..." The elegant aria became hot and sticky, just like his skin, and the inside of his body...

Quirrell satisfied him with his hottest passion and hardest action, almost broke, and Lucius accepted him with a groan, followed by a hoarse urging.The two of them kissed like biting, met and rushed with the greatest strength, and finally rolled and hugged and fell off the long table.

After the platinum noble let out a long scream, the two naked men temporarily stopped their movements while maintaining the combined posture.

"Continue~" His legs were a little weak, and he couldn't wrap around Quirrell's waist again, but he hinted with his voice and touch that he could still do it.And he knew that the energetic "little guy" in his body had clearly expressed Quirrell's wishes.

Quirrell raised his head, separated Lucius' legs, and touched down.Not injured, but slightly swollen: "Take some medicine before continuing?"

"It feels more like this." Lucius straightened his back, grabbed the "deserter" who had just escaped, and clamped it tightly!

"You have to be ready to spend a week in bed." Quirrell's breathing began to rush again, and he held his ankles-they were beautiful and slender, and Quirrell's hands could be held in a full circle-maximum Open Lucius' body to a certain extent.

"Only for a week?" Lucius' voice trembled with anticipation.He cooperated with him to open his body, the French windows in the hall had not drawn the curtains, this kind of movement, this kind of light, was enough for him to show "delicacy".

"Damn! Do you really want me to kill you in bed?"

"Hehehe, now~we're not in bed~uah!"

The meaningful sentences disappeared completely, leaving only the slapping, panting, moaning, and occasionally begging for mercy...

As a young Malfoy patriarch, the most troublesome thing is not to flirt with other old foxes, or to be burdened with a mountain of business affairs, nor to worry about which clothes to wear tomorrow, but—to watch the children!

As soon as he came home today, he found that his two fathers had disappeared, his younger brother Mikael was doodling in the living room with Muggle markers, and his younger sister Emily was riding on Nagini and crawling around the room. In addition, his son Alfred was hung on the clothes hanger by someone, and the kid kept clapping his hands and kicking his legs with a smirk, without crying or fussing.The elves screamed and hit the wall together, and finally comforted the three little ghosts to sleep, and Draco felt that he was going to be exhausted.At this moment, he felt that it was a good policy for the Malfoy family to only have one good birth~ Just when he wanted to wash up and go to bed early, an owl flew over, bringing an invitation card and a letter from Quirrell.

Groom for Quirinus?Quirrell, new...another groom for Lucius?Malfoy's invitation, Draco is very satisfied.Drake was very dissatisfied with the letter saying that he would entrust the kid to take care of him for half a year! ! !However, except for the owner of the manor and the people he summoned, no one else could know the exact location of Quirrell's manor.Draco, who didn't want to die from overwork, decided to pack up the three little ghosts and send them to his godfather after thinking hard for 3 minutes~