HP+ first love is no small matter

B I like her.

3B2A goes to B.

I understand that everyone wants to read the love stories of young men and women, and I understand everyone's desire for sweet stories.

But the logic of this article comes first...

First, the lady and Draco's mother had just left the living room, and she couldn't hear Draco's confession now.

Second, no matter whether it was the last time or this time, Lao Fu told the lady that he didn't like Draco and her relationship was too good. When the lady and Draco were together, Draco also suffered countless verbal violence and threats from Lao Fu. , but now I still have to say that I like her in front of Lao Fu... Lao Fu will feel that this kid is provocative.

Third, Lao Fu still remembers the matter of old Malfoy and his wife. The lady told Lao Fu that he didn't like Draco, and then Draco said that he liked her out of wishful thinking... I think Lao Fu is just In order to prevent accidents, they will kill him first.

Old V is not a nice guy, he is a murderous natural anti-socialist and also serves as the leader of one of the most famous terrorist groups in the history of the wizarding world.

Although on the premise that I worked hard for Mary Sue, he once loved a woman and had a very lovely grandson.But his nature will not change because of this-he kills without blinking an eye.

So in theory, you should avoid talking about love with Lao Fu. Lao Fu, like the dean, will kill a pair of puppy love.Besides, the dean made you die in love, and Lao Fu caught the boy and beat him to death...

So Draco failed in this round.

Let's discuss a question now, when Draco's death returns to the previous option, should Draco keep the current memory and read the file again or simply delete the wrong option and start again?

"I like her," Draco said.

The Dark Lord laughed, so loudly that all the Death Eaters automatically laughed along with him, but he stopped suddenly, staring at Draco viciously, "You deserve it too!"

Then a green light rushed over, and Draco lay uncontrollably on the ground and began to twist, every bone and every muscle in him ached, and his brain couldn't even think because of the pain.

Lucius knelt on the ground, "Master!" He yelled as if breaking down, "Master, please spare him, he is just a child!"

"A child?" The Dark Lord sneered, "A child? It's 15 years old, it's not a child anymore!" Draco felt himself fly up and land heavily on the ground, pain swept from his limbs, and blood flowed from his body. gushes from his snout.

"Master, please," Lucius was about to collapse, "Master, this is my only son, please let him go..."

The door of the living room was opened, and his mother rushed in, dragging Vera, who cried and knelt on the ground, "Master," she said, "no matter what my son has done, I am willing to take punishment for him, master, please Let him go..."

Vera came over and gently took the Dark Lord's hand, she asked him, "Why did you do this to him?"

"He's thinking things he shouldn't be thinking!" said the Dark Lord, but stopped.

Vera came over, knelt beside him, and gently touched him with a finger, "Are you okay?"

The Dark Lord said, "He's smashed his guts, and he's not going to live, miss."

Draco opened his mouth in vain, but nothing came out.

Consciousness gradually moved away from him, and his father's voice became farther and farther away.

The girl sighed, "It looks like you're in pain..."

Yes, pain.

Pain from shattered internal organs.

Blood was pooling in his lungs, and every breath was unbearable.

She stood up and glanced at the living room, and finally picked up the fruit-peeling knife from the coffee table, and the Dark Lord yelled, "What are you going to do, miss? Put it down!"

There was a sharp pain in Draco's heart, and then he lost consciousness again.

"Give him a relief," Vera stared at the Dark Lord, "the blood he spit out is full of foam, and his lungs have problems. Instead of letting him suffocate to death, it's better for me to stab his heart with a knife." She let go of the boy in her arms, and pulled the knife out of his heart, "As long as I strike accurately, then as long as the knife goes in, he will no longer be in pain."

She stood up, the blade in her hand was sharp, "Okay, tell me now, sir, why did you kill him?"

She put the knife in front of her eyes, it was a good knife, sharp and sharp, she said, "Do you know how many ways to kill a person?" She looked at the boy's body at her feet, "No Only this one."

Chapter 15 Choose A Little Brother Little Sister