[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 83 Dragon's Treasure

The days at Malfoy Manor were not as difficult and slow as Winnie thought at first, but felt that the time passed quickly.

In the past few days, except for sleeping time, Draco spent other time by Winnie's side, as if he was practicing calling God guard, reading books and doing homework and so on.

It felt weird because Draco didn't come across as someone who would do such a thing.

Winnie found that Draco seemed to be changing every day, more and more different from the Draco she remembered when she was a child.

This is a good thing, but on the other hand, it made her feel more and more overwhelmed.

According to the plan, Winnie would only stay in Malfoy Manor for a few days before going back to Einstein Manor, but up to now, Brett is still in San Francisco, dealing with business with Lucius, so she can only continue to stay. At Malfoy Manor until Brett officially returns to England.

"Christmas is coming soon." After practice, Draco sat lazily on the sofa and said lightly.

"Well, there are still three days." Winnie took back her wand, sat next to Draco, picked up the black tea that was still warm due to the heat preservation spell, and drank with her head down.

"Where did you put the magic glasses I gave you last year?" Draco raised it casually.

Winnie paused, and then replied, "At home."

"Don't like it?" Draco frowned, his tone strange.

"No, it's just that my current glasses still work." Winnie shook her head, holding a warm cup in both hands.

"So you never took it once?" Draco narrowed his eyes, his tone showing a hint of danger.

Winnie nodded, not realizing the consequences of her words at all.

Draco was almost so angry that the blood rushed to his head, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Go back and change it."

Winnie turned to look at Draco, showing a look of why are you angry again.

"If you don't change it, I don't mind giving you another pair this year." Draco raised the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile.

Winnie thought about it seriously, and finally agreed to Draco's request, because she knew that Draco would do what he said: "I'll go back and change."

"Very good." Seeing Winnie agree, Draco's mood improved slightly.

Draco had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought of something: "Speaking of Christmas gifts, I remember you gave me a book last year."

Winnie recalled in her mind, and suddenly remembered, "The dragon's treasure?"

"Yes, and I suddenly remembered that you only read two-thirds of it at that time." Draco remembered the unfinished story, and suddenly came up with an idea.

"Because you took another book the next day." Winnie looked at Draco with a flat face, "The silent girl."

The name seemed to bring up some bad memories, Draco frowned, his gray eyes flashed a trace of annoyance, he wanted to use the silent girl to scare the little idiot in front of him, but he didn't expect In the end, he was the one who was frightened. He didn't want to mention such an unbearable past, so he deliberately pretended not to remember, and said lightly: "I forgot."

"If necessary, I can read it to you again." Winnie thought for a while and said seriously.

Draco stared at Winnie in silence, wondering whether the little idiot had done it by accident or on purpose?

However, based on Winnie's dull personality cognition, Draco subconsciously favored the former.

"I'd rather hear the book you gave me." Draco said meaningfully.

Although Draco said so, Winnie knew that she didn't have the right to choose, but she was also quite interested in the book, so she didn't refuse.

Winnie sat on the sofa in Draco's room, watching him pull a book out of the bookcase.

Draco's room has a lot of space, with an extra-large double bed, the sofa and tea machine are on the right side of the bed, a large wardrobe is on the left side, and a hall-sized bookcase is placed at the end of the bed. On the right is a desk, and on the right is the entrance to the bathroom.

The entire room is dominated by silver and green, which is clearly Slytherin's style.

After finding the book, Draco was about to walk towards Winnie, but after a few steps, he stopped, his gray eyes staring thoughtfully at the sofa where Wen Ni was sitting.

Although two people can lie on the sofa, it is definitely not as comfortable as his big bed. It doesn't mean that he can't use the Transfiguration Charm, but he prefers his own bed.

So Draco made his way to his bed, and sat on it under Winnie's gaze.

The two looked at each other for a long time, before Draco said lightly, "Come here."

Winnie looked at Draco suspiciously, and didn't realize that Draco was asking her to sit on it until he patted the bed lightly.

Winnie didn't think too much, didn't have the slightest sense of precaution, stood up from the sofa obediently, and sat down beside Draco.

Draco raised his eyebrows. On the one hand, he felt that Winnie's reaction was exactly what he thought, and at the same time, he was dissatisfied with her lack of awareness of precautions.

How could it be someone else, would this little idiot also foolishly listen to what the other party told him to do?

Thinking of this possibility, Draco's mood turned inexplicably worse.

Winnie looked at Draco, and found that Draco's face was a little gloomy, so she showed a puzzled look.

Draco suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said in a forced tone: "From now on, except for me, you will not enter men's rooms casually."

As soon as he finished speaking, he almost didn't give Winnie time to react. He suddenly raised his legs on the bed, lay back, and directly pillowed on Winnie's lap.

Winnie froze for a moment, and didn't recover until Draco stuffed the book into her hands.

"Where did you read it last time?" Draco looked at Winnie at the same level, and found that the other party was looking at him in a daze, and he felt a little relieved.

Realizing that this position made her uncomfortable, Winnie moved her legs, trying to get Draco to move his perkin head away, but in the next second, she heard Draco's almost command Tone: "Don't move."

"Do you remember where you read it last time?" Draco took the opportunity to divert Winnie's attention before she could speak, "The dragon defeated the little boy?"

Hearing Draco's sudden question, Winnie responded subconsciously: "No, there is no such plot in the book."

"Huh?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked lazily, "Where did it stop?"

"The part where the dragon asked the little boy to leave, but the little boy refused." It took Winnie only two or three seconds to remember the pause point of the previous story.

"I seem to have a little impression." Draco snatched Winnie's book, flipped it casually, then stopped at one of the pages, looked at it, and stuffed it back to Winnie, "Start reading from this page."

Winnie looked down at that page, it was indeed where she paused before, but the next second, she remembered that she had forgotten, how could she find that page so accurately?

Draco didn't know what Winnie was thinking now, seeing that Winnie didn't respond for a long time, so he reached out and poked that pink and tender face, and said in a slightly impatient tone, "Your soul was given to you by the dementors. Did you take it away?"

The strength of Draco's poking was not heavy at all, but very light, so this poking only brought Winnie back to his senses, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and he put it down before Winnie could react. hand.

"Dementors only bring out happy memories, they don't take away souls." Winnie corrected Draco with a stern tone.

Draco naturally knew that he just said this on purpose, and said with a sneer: "It seems that your brain has not been assimilated by the troll."

Winnie stared at Draco silently. After a while, she looked away, pushed her glasses, and her gaze fell on the book. She began to tell the story in a calm tone: "After the little boy heard what the dragon said, , he is more determined to stay with the dragon in his heart. He has no family and no friends. Before meeting the dragon, he has always been alone. The dragon, he might not be able to survive for so long. So he once again rejected the request of the dragon, and insisted on staying next to the dragon, because to him, the dragon is not just a dragon, but more He is the only close existence in this world."

"The giant dragon is no match for the little boy's persistence, let alone the truest desire in his heart, so it keeps the little boy by his side, and at the same time suppresses his own desires." Winnie paused and put The book turned to the next page.

"Days go by, the little boy has grown into a teenager, and sometimes the dragon looks dumbfounded by that pretty face. Get out of its sight, but you can't let the boy starve to death, you can only suppress yourself, let the boy go to the beach to look for food at regular intervals." Feeling her hair being picked up, Winnie lowered her head and looked at the boy who was playing with her. Draco with the chestnut hair.

Draco didn't feel any embarrassment at being caught, but said naturally, "Go on."

Winnie wondered if she should stop Draco's behavior, but after thinking about it, he finally let him.

"Until one day, the boy didn't come back at the scheduled time, so the dragon left the nest full of treasures, flew into the sky, and looked for the boy's figure, but it never expected that it would see what it saw and it would make it blush It’s a blinding picture. The boy was actually chatting with a girl who didn’t know where he came from, and there was still a smile on his face, and after listening to what the girl said, he actually said that he would bring the boy back to the place where humans live. And the boy neither accepted nor refused."

Hearing this, Draco had already guessed the dragon's mood, and also had some understanding.

"If the appearance of the girl shocked the dragon, then the boy's reaction made the dragon mad. It thought the boy regretted it and wanted to leave it and return to the place where humans lived, but how could it be possible? It would never let Teenagers get out of it."

The author has something to say: I am going crazy QAQ

Please hurry up to Thursday, then I can take 4 days off in a row, good Haisen~~~~~