Throw down the snake ancestor

Time passed day by day, getting closer and closer to Christmas.On such a day...

Lucius directly blocked Ansair at the door of the dormitory. The smile on his face made Ansier shrink his head and feel cold all over: "Lucius, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything," Lucius looked at Ansair with a half-smile, "Today is the day of the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. I don't know where the Chief is going?"

Ansair glanced at Lucius suspiciously, and pointed to a book in his arms: "Lucius, are you not sick? Of course I'm going to the library. Is there any class today? I won't go to the book Where are you going to do your homework?"

"My lord, I remember what I said just now, today is the day of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch duel." Lucius spoke with a bit of gnashing of teeth, three years, if you Including this year, the Head of Slytherin House hasn't watched a Quidditch match for three years! !

"I'm planning to go to the library because of the Quidditch match today," Ansair said as a matter of course, without noticing that Lucius' face was getting darker and darker, "I'm going to watch Quidditch now , how cool it is to be alone in the library!!"

"Is it cool?" Lucius asked Ansair back, and before Ansier could answer, he threw a binding spell and a silencing spell at Ansier, dragged Ansier and walked outside , "I'll let you have a good time now!"

Unprepared, Ansair, who had never been on guard against Lucius, got hit in one shot, and was dragged away by Lucius in such a tragic way.

As the captain of Slytherin Quidditch, Lucius is naturally responsible for dragging Ansair, who is the head of the academy, into the auditorium to watch Slytherin unilaterally abuse Gryffindor .

And the little snakes of Slytherin had already gathered in the Slytherin lounge, waiting for Lucius to return triumphantly after capturing Chief Ansair.

When Lucius dragged Ansair over, all the Slytherin snakes bowed down and shouted respectfully: "Please invite the head of the academy to watch the Quidditch game!"

The deafening sound immediately made Ansair, who could not speak or move, blush with shame.It's true... the three-year Quidditch match can't be justified, but... Lucius Malfoy, can you break the spell on him now? ! ! !He won't skip the game! !

Lucius seemed to have heard Ansier's heartbeat, raised his eyebrows, waved his hand at Ansier, and instantly released the spell on Ansier with a spell stop.

It can be seen from this that if there is an old monster from a thousand years ago as his lover, his strength will not increase.See Lucius Malfoy and Leonard Field for examples.

Last time, Lucius corrected his attitude towards Leonard, and Leonard did not return to Lucius' expectations, and he put aside the previous sex in his heart, allowing it to slowly rot and disappear.

As soon as the spell on his body was released, Ansair immediately broke away from Lucius' arm and coughed lightly to save the image that had just disappeared: "Slytherin will definitely win this Quidditch match, Lucius Malfoy, I trust you."

Ansair patted Lucius on the shoulder heavily, staring.Boy, you are very proficient in using silent and wandless magic, it seems that you don't have to worry about meeting Gryffindor at all! !

Lucius smiled slightly at Ansair, and then led his small team of Quidditch members towards the competition venue in a majestic manner.

Sitting in the stands, Ansair didn't care whether Dumbledore doubted it or not, and sat directly beside Salazar, yawning and showing no interest in the fierce Quidditch match in front of him.

"I really don't know, why do you like to play this kind of barbaric game, whether it's the group of reckless little lions or this group of noble snakes?"

Ansair hugged Salazar's arm and rubbed it, leaning directly on Salazar's shoulder and squinting his eyes to sleep.I can't go to the library, but I can only sit here and feel the cold wind. It's really uncomfortable! !

Salazar touched Ansair's little head with a smile, and gave Ansier a brain-destroyed Ansier: "Probably because there is no other game in the wizarding world except for this recreational sport." Yes. Also, since you are here, watch the game carefully, sleeping is disrespectful to those who are in the game."

Ansair, whose forehead hurt a little from being hit by Salazar, puffed his face, stretched out his little paw and spread it out in front of Salazar's eyes: "Teacher, is there anything to eat? You have to take snacks to watch the game, then It's just fun."

It's like before he wore it, he was squatting in front of the computer, reading novels and playing games, and there were always some snacks around him.

Salazar put away the smile on his face, glanced at Ansair lightly, and said directly, "There's nothing to eat."

Ansair didn't care, he hugged Salazar's arm with a smile and acted coquettishly: "Teacher, I know there must be something delicious hidden in your arms, give it to me quickly."

Sara looked at Ansair who was rubbing back and forth on her arm, and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly: "Do you really want to eat?"

"Yes," Ansair nodded again and again, of course he wanted to eat, he didn't eat much for breakfast, and planned to eat in the library.As a result, as soon as he returned to the dormitory and took the book, he was stopped by Lucius and caught here, "I'm so hungry now, teacher, don't you want to starve me to death?"

Ansair looked at Salazar pitifully, because he knew that as long as he showed such an expression before, Salazar would immediately comfort him and give him something to eat.Just don't know...whether it works now...

Sure enough, this trick now... doesn't work very well... Looking at Salazar's unmoved face, Ansair lowered his head in frustration, staring at the wooden board under his feet.

Salazar patted Ansair's head, lowered his head and whispered in Ansier's ear, "You're really hungry, do you really want to eat?"

Ansair raised his head and watched Salazar nodding his head aggrievedly, complaining in a small voice: "Teacher, you don't hurt me anymore, just let me be hungry."

Salazar smiled, making Ansair intoxicated for a moment: "If you want to eat, how about kissing the teacher first?"

Said in Ansair's ear in a low and blurred voice, with a slightly seductive taste, which made Ansair almost intoxicated by the beauty and nodded in agreement.

"Okay..." Just as Ansair was about to nod in agreement, the Quidditch commentator's angry shout brought Ansair back to his mind, and Ansair shook his head, "Teacher, Dumbledore Right here!"

Although Salazar was very angry that the narrator shouted at the wrong time, he couldn't do anything about it.Hearing the reason why Ansair couldn't kiss, he raised his eyebrows: "So what can Dumbledore do here?"

Is it still the principal's turn to intervene in the matter of falling in love?

Ansair lowered his head and pointed at his fingers, thinking for a long time, finally raised his head and gave Salazar a bloody answer: "Teacher-student romance is forbidden!"

The corners of Salazar's mouth twitched slightly, and he took his arm out of Ansair's arms, watching the game intently: "Since Ansel has said so, I should keep it for myself."

Ansair hurriedly tugged at Salazar's clothes, and said in a low voice almost like a mosquito humming: "That...just give me a kiss!"

"Okay, just give me a kiss." Salazar smiled at this time like a big bad wolf who was catching Little Red Riding Hood, and now it was when Little Red Riding Hood was caught, "Hey, give me a kiss for something delicious."

Ansair weighed it up and looked at the teacher's stand. Very good, all the teachers are paying attention to the game.I looked at the stands in the student seats, um, it's also very good. All the students are watching the passionate game seriously.In the end, Ansair gritted his teeth, leaned forward and quickly kissed Salazar's face.

"Well, teacher, something to eat!!" Ansair glared at Salazar with a puffy face. Would it be easy for him to ask for something to eat! !

Salazar smiled slightly, and took out a... biscuit from his arms, and put it in Ansair's hand: "Eat it, this is specially brought to you by the teacher."

The corner of Ansair's mouth twitched as he looked at the biscuit, which was not too big or too small, which he put in his palm. He looked at it in front of his eyes, and finally looked at Salazar: "Teacher... this is what you said is delicious. Is it?"

"That's right," Salazar smiled like a mature old fox, "This biscuit is delicious, An Er, don't let the teacher down."

Ansair looked at the biscuit in exchange for Salazar in his hand without tears. He was innocent all his life, did he just disappear because of such a small biscuit?Is this the punishment God gave him? ! !

In order to eat this biscuit, he actually kissed Salazar in front of the whole school, teachers and students in public.What would he do if someone else saw this! !

"Teacher, can I sue you for deceiving my feelings?!" Ansair waited angrily for Salazar, actually deceiving his young heart! !Teacher, you really let him down, so disappointed! ! ! !

"Okay," Salazar narrowed his eyes happily, "But, Ann, who are you planning to sue me? The headmaster of Hogwarts? The Ministry of Magic? Or those old bastards in the court? "

Ansair gritted his teeth, being so speechless by Salazar's so many questions, he could only snort, and angrily ate a biscuit he got from Salazar.

At the very least, no matter how small the biscuit is, it can still fill your stomach, which is much better than eating nothing at all.

Because he was the headmaster, Dumbledore sat at the top of the teacher's stand. Although he couldn't see the position of Salazar and Ansair clearly, he could see some of the situation.Seeing Salazar and Ansair's intimate behavior, Dumbledore frowned.It seemed that something was about to get out of his control and fly in another direction.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he is the headmaster for a day, Hogwarts can let him control the day, and Dumbledore has the confidence to figure out all the unknown situations.

No one noticed the flash of light in Dumbledore's eyes.

However, the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, who can be sure that he must be the oriole, not the praying mantis?

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