The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

Pulled out of his arms, pointing to the deserted path.Dad, right there.

No, Joanne.Nothing, Joanne.

Your mother died when you were born.

Qiao An suddenly fell silent, and her lowered head lost the look she had just now.She gently knocked her head on Lucius' shoulder, and said softly, actually, I know, I already knew.I knew it from the fact that you came to look for me but there was no sign of her, and from the fact that you mentioned that she always looked sad.

You love her very much, don't you?dad.

Saying that, she reached out and hugged Lucius' neck tightly again, I love her too.

I saw her just now, it was the trace that my mother left in the manor, I saw it.That is true.

The day before Christmas, Draco returned to the manor.

For the first time in his life, Malfoy had arranged everything for Christmas himself, and they tied red, green and white ribbons on the banister of the stairs.At Joann's request, Draco used his wand to create many transparent bubbles that would not burst easily. Those bubbles floated in the hall, and they were extremely beautiful under the light.

Draco watched as his father lifted Joan to hang the doll Clara from the top of the Christmas tree.They are going to spend this coming Christmas together.

"Okay," Joann said to Lucius with a smile, holding up the corner of her skirt, "brother, the godfather will come to spend Christmas with us, right?"

"I can't guarantee this, but the little princess can try. Maybe our busy godfather will visit Malfoy Manor for the sake of the little princess." Draco smiled and jumped down from the second floor. Arrange for the house elves to deliver those Christmas presents.

"Of course, if Harry can come, the godfather is very likely to follow even if he doesn't like it."

Draco's eyes were rather ambiguous. Of course, Joann didn't understand what this meant, but then he thought of the strange way of getting along with Harry's good godfather these two days. They obviously cared about each other, but they seemed to ignore this concern. awkward.

"why?"

"Joan, don't you understand? Harry and the godfather are lovers."

"Lover?!" But they are all men...

Joan's eyes widened in astonishment. The gray-blue eyes set on the palm-sized pink face were too cute. Draco smiled and took her hand to hang with her the walnut in Clara's mind. Clip Prince.

"Joan, do you know him?" Draco pointed to the Christmas tree.

"The prince in Clara's mind, the Nutcracker of life as a handsome prince." But what do they have to do with Harry?

"Joan, Harry is the little prince in the eyes of the godfather. Maybe he is not handsome enough, and the godfather is not perfect, but they found each other's preciousness in picking and slandering each other, and then fell in love."

"But..." They didn't look like lovers. Joan looked at the smiling Draco in conflict, letting her accept the fact that the two men were lovers, and let her accept the fact that Harry and the godfather were a couple. as difficult.

"But don't they look like it? They're just being awkward." Draco took her hand and walked to the dining table, where the white tablecloth was already spread, and the house elf was setting a fat roast turkey on it.Christmas pudding, minced meat pie... Joan glanced at it, and it was extremely rich.

"Remember Spider's End, oh, Father has let Dobby pass. Godfather and Harry will be able to enjoy a Christmas meal as good as we have tonight. However, it may be more likely to be a romantic candlelight dinner for two. Dobby, always very understanding and understanding of our minds."

Draco laughed a little teasingly. In his memory, he had never been so relaxed. The burden in his heart had been put down. The Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters had disappeared from the magic world.In those few battles, some were injured, some died forever, but finally, the rain was over and the sky cleared, and the cloud over the wizarding world cleared.And he and his father can also stop those obsessions that they don't know. They found Joan, and Joan was by their side.

He recalled, yelling at Mrs. Loughde, who had no style, and was suddenly thankful that Joann had a teacher who had taught her for nearly seven years, Angel, even though she was a Squib.But, just imagine, what would knowing Mrs. Elafford's state give Joan?It is unbelievable that she can become the head of a school.

After thinking about it for just a moment, Draco's impression of Teacher Angel has already begun to rise to a terrifying height in an instant.He felt that Joan's success today was all due to Angel.

"Dobby is brother's companion elf, isn't he?"

"Ah."

Draco took Joan's hand and walked to the dining table, where Lucius had already sat and watched the two of them.

"Lucius, I order you! Keep Joan, or you will regret it!..."

Clement's voice came faintly from the study, which was the closest place he could go to the hall of the manor.Draco stopped and looked at his father suspiciously. He didn't seem to hear it, but he waved his wand, and a joyful Christmas carol began to be sung.His eyes dimmed, and he did hear the voice just now.

The melody of Christmas carols drowned out those looming voices, and the colored notes began to spin and dance around them.

But he still calmly pulled Joan to sit down at the dining table,

"Joan, sit by Dad's side."

Joan sat down obediently, then turned to Draco and said: Brother, you sit too.

Draco didn't move. He looked at Joan who was looking up at her in a daze. There was a golden carved lamp floating above each seat at the dining table. The halo was faint and very warm.On the lamp above Joan's head, a mistletoe plant was spreading its branches and leaves and growing slowly in his sight.

Slowly hanging down, almost touching her hair.

Time seemed to be silent at this moment, and Draco looked at Joan's slightly smiling lips, and something suddenly began to move in his heart.The unbearable throbbing came quickly and suddenly, he glanced at his father with an inexplicable expression, and after the gray-blue eyes like Joan's flashed, there was an obvious smile on his face,

He pointed to the top of her head at Joan, and kissed her lips before she could react.Without the slightest hesitation or pause.

Joan was frightened and covered her pink lips with her hands, but she remembered the days when Andris and her were in Venezuela. Someone kissed her lips lightly and told her, Joan, that was a kiss.

From that time on, the meaning of kissing is no longer a simple expression of intimacy between family members.

Not just the cheeks, the forehead, the tip of the nose.

She stared blankly at Draco, and shouted in a trembling voice: Brother.

what happened?

Don't you know Joan?In Western countries, you can kiss anyone who stands under the mistletoe, and that person cannot refuse for any reason.Boys and girls must kiss under the mistletoe, or there will be bad luck.

Draco looked at Joan with a smile, his voice full of innocence.

Joan, are you upset?

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36. Fanwai, confronting black and breaking with white...

The moment Harry and Cedric touched the Goblet of Fire that had been modified into a Portkey disappeared, Severus stood up from the teacher's seat.He should have known earlier that this wasn't just a Triwizard Tournament.But Harry couldn't refuse, because he was chosen by the Goblet of Fire.

Severus had never regretted it as much as this moment, and never hated the so-called unbreakable rules as much as today. Fifteen years ago he had no choice but to tell the Dark Lord the so-called prophecy of the future, thus killing Lily.Today, he felt that if he sat here without any movement, one can imagine what happened to Harry.

He looked up at the judges' bench on the other side. The seat that belonged to Dumbledore was empty.

He was so shocked that he hammered down on the temporary magic table with his hand, and the table fell apart.He knew that the people around him were looking at him inexplicably, but he didn't want to care about anything, and he didn't want to say anything.He's just like that, isn't he?What's more, the entire arena is already in chaos.

He turned around and left with his sleeves flung, and strode forward, but he was very dazed.

Where he was supposed to look for Harry, where he was being taken, he had no idea.

"Godfather," Draco said, rushing to stop him, "are you worried about Harry?"

Severus's black eyes flickered, but he didn't have the courage to look at Draco, his eyes became habitually empty, even though he knew that the godson in front of him didn't threaten him at all.He brushed Draco away with the wide sleeve of his black wizard robe, but didn't answer him.

However, Draco, who staggered two steps, shouted to him without flinching:

"I know Harry is there."

Severus' figure stopped, he turned around and stared at Draco with heavy eyes, still didn't say a word, but the meaning was self-evident.

There is a portkey on Harry's body, which is the positioning portkey of the Malfoy family. When life is in danger, it will be automatically sent to the hall of Malfoy Manor.It was specially developed by my father after my accident when I was five years old.Godfather, you know that, don't you?

Draco's gray-blue eyes looked seriously at the godfather who was on the verge of rage and remorse, and his voice became more and more calm.

Godfather, if Harry was in danger, he'd be at Malfoy Manor right now.Harry will be safe.

But Draco was wrong. Harry had the Portkey with him in the first place.