The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

The clear luster told him how perfectly this bottle of Felix Felicia had been brewed.The night he entered Slytherin, the godfather handed it into his hands.

A valuable gift filled with care.Draco thought so.

Then, the godfather gave him a 10-minute routine venom attack, and Draco listened without changing his expression.What did he say, oh yeah.

He said: Got it.Thank you, dear godfather.

With his head down, he didn't see the godfather's expression, but he could imagine that it must be indifferently comforting, with a little bit of embarrassment added.People who know the godfather can always find out the hidden concerns and some useful information in his words comparable to venom.And those who can't find these, such as Harry Potter who never goes out with a brain!

What is the godfather like?He was an excellent wizard, an excellent potions maker, and a tireless worker.

But the godfather who was discovered would always show a shameful expression like a child that his secret was discovered, such as turning around while shaking his large black wizard robe, and shouting indifferently: You can go.

Sure enough, Draco's lowered eyes saw the black wizard's robe fluttering in front of him because the godfather turned around. Was the godfather shy?

He heard the godfather say: Draco, you can go back.

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Thinking of this,

Draco laughed, because of the accident when he was five years old, when he had a magic riot, because he didn't deal with it in time, his health became very poor.A large amount of potions with various functions are consumed almost every day to recuperate.As a last resort, the father proposed to the godfather to entrust himself to the care of the godfather.

When he left his father, he sometimes cried secretly, and the godfather never cared what he did.It will only assign tasks bluntly.Throughout the year, he came and went with his godfather, sometimes to his bleak office in Slytherin, and sometimes to his small, dark home in Spider's End.

The only one who paid attention to him was Dobby who didn't know anything when he asked it, but always opened his eyes wide in fright and hit the wall.

When he was young, he yelled aggrievedly at his godfather: I want daddy, he is there.

The godfather put down the potion material he was processing heavily. He recognized that it was poisonous ginseng eggplant, a very powerful antidote that could restore deformed or cursed people to their original shape.But its cries are deadly.

At the age of six, he stretched out his hands to cover his ears in horror, and his godfather gave him a sneering look before he waved his wand, slowly threw the poisonous ginseng mushroom into a wide-mouth glass bottle, and plugged it with a wooden stopper.

The godfather said: Do you know you are afraid?It seems that your rudimentary brain hasn't completely died yet.

He put down his hands covering his ears in a daze, watching the godfather's mouth opening and closing quickly spit out many realities that he knew but didn't want to face.

Because of you, your mother and your unborn sister are dead.

Your mother gave her short, young life, and your sister has yet to open her eyes to see the world.

The godfather said: What right do you have to cry here? !

Draco thought, that was probably the last time he cried in his life, and after drying up his tears, he finally saw the father he missed.His face was full of haggard sadness, his chin was surrounded by blue stubble, and his long platinum hair was not as bright as he remembered.

He pulled the corner of his strange father's clothes and shouted timidly: "Father."

The father picked him up, brushed the tears on his face with cold and pale fingers and said: Draco, remember, this is the last weakness of our father and son.

Tears are the cheapest thing in this world, useless and meaningless.

He nodded silently, thinking of his smiling mother.

Let mom see what my little prince is doing here?oops.Mommy's little prince is crying, you are a man now.You can't cry casually.People who care about you like a mother will feel distressed when they see it; those who don't care about you will only feel bored...

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The hour hand pointed to 35:[-] in the morning.A sleepless night.

Draco, who was sitting in the bedroom in a daze, stretched out his hand to brush the corners of his cold eyes, his white and soft fingers were dry without a single tear.

He finally grew up as he wanted, as his father wanted, into an heir strong enough to take responsibility, playing a proud spoiled child in front of Dumbledore's eyes every day.Childishly showing off and provoking Harry Potter in front of people, and calmly wooing and subduing him behind.

The current wizarding world is almost exclusively followed by the Malfoy family.

But those lost are after all the scars in his and his father's hearts that will never heal. It has not faded with time, but it has become deeper and deeper under the torrent of time. It has rotted and deteriorated in the bottom of his heart and became the paranoia of Draco's life.

Draco stood up and put his hand on the wizard robe hanging aside.After being nursed by the godfather for many years, although the body is no different from ordinary people now, it always looks thin.But only he himself knows how powerful this thin body is.

Draco reached out and ran a hand through the hair on his forehead, ignoring the mirror that was chattering endlessly.

It's time for him to go.Join his followers and tease those stupid lions together.This is what he does every day, he laughed to himself.

Every day at Hogwarts is a battle without smoke.

The author has something to say: I want to say that I am a pro-snake courtyard.If there are sensitive words, I hope the readers of the Lion Academy will not be upset.

10

10. Christmas is coming...

Christmas is coming

No one thought that Andris needed to calm down for a while and think about it.This period lasted until Christmas Eve.

Intercontinental School of Magic fell the last heavy snow before Christmas, and the white snowflakes fluttered in the wind, confusing people's eyes.Andris walked into the classroom, bringing in a chill.

"Hey, Andris, Andris, come over here."

Andris looked up and saw Maureen in the same black windbreaker waving his arms at him, which was the closest position to the heater.When the weather was getting colder and colder, Mo Lin fought with others more than once to protect this treasured land.

The reason is that his Warming Charm doesn't work even if he casts a dozen on himself.

Andris walked over expressionlessly, and calmly cast a warming spell on him.

Maureen felt his whole body warm up in an instant, and he reached out and patted Andris on the shoulder cheerfully.That's great, buddy.

Except for children from Muggle families, children born in wizard families have more or less mastered the spell of this practical life.Although the effect will not be very good due to insufficient magic power, it will not be like Mo Lin.

Aware of his friend's invisible contempt, Mo Lin immediately drooped his furry head.Just like a puppy who has been wronged and waited for his master to comfort him, Andris silently resisted the urge to stroke his head.

"Any plans for Christmas, Andris."

The shadow that had just shrouded Mo Lin's head dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed.Andris raised his forehead, how could he have forgotten that this guy is actually a second-time kid, thinking like a lively goblin out of his mind.Well, that's called low IQ, well, the scars forget the pain is the best way to describe Mo Lin.

"Go home," Andris replied.Home, what a beautiful word.

During these three months, he was busy studying, making friends, gaining a foothold, looking for business opportunities, and fighting for his dream.Occasionally, when he stopped, he would also think about whether Joan would be sad.He missed Joan, from the moment his grandma put Joan in his arms on that desolate grassland in the north of England.

His heart began to miss Joan, until today.But when I think of what Principal Raffod said, you are still young.

He had to get rid of the hesitation and weakness in his heart. After leaving Germany, he had almost nothing to rely on except his grandmother in the United States.Only those who have experienced this kind of start without any foundation know how difficult it is.

Fortunately, he persisted.

He knew that every effort he made today and every step he took was like a seed sown casually, and one day it would grow into a giant tree that no one could shake in his inadvertent time.

"Hey, I thought you had some special arrangements. It turns out that you are going home. Okay, let's all go home, and let me die alone in school." Mo Lin's eyes were a little sad, that kind of sad Almost a real ray.

Andris deliberately ignored it and was dumbfounded by his pitiful expression.

"Hey, you don't know my irresponsible parents, I disappeared after leaving her underage son, and you don't know where they are playing now."

Andris was awkwardly silent. In the past three months, Maureen's parents have 'disappeared' three times. His mother was born as an ordinary Muggle, and his father was a magician. The two met at the Intercontinental School of Magic.After six years of being chained in school, the two graduated as crazy explorers.Just happened to have magic around, which gave them an extra layer of security in their actions.So these two people 'disappeared' more frequently, and the places they went to were more dangerous each time.

Even if you have a child later, you don't see any convergence.

But now at least I will report the news to my family, such as what the couple are doing there now.Then all the news was lost for half a month or even two or three months.So, with such a pair of parents, is Mo Lin really a tragedy?

"Where did they say they were in the last message they sent you?"

"Antarctica."

Safe