HP+ first love is no small matter

Draco took out his wand and gave Harry a dancing spell, Snape looked at Draco in surprise, and freed up a hand to stop him, but this dancing spell made a group of Death Eaters cheer, and a In an instant, more than a dozen spells were poured on him, Snape almost went crazy, he grabbed Draco, "What the hell are you thinking?!"

Only then did Harry Potter come to his senses, he flashed the spell, and finally found himself surrounded by a group of Death Eaters.

"Draco!" he yelled, "do you know what you're doing?"

"I know what I'm doing better than you do, Scarhead," he stared at Harry, "but you don't know what you're doing!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic, a group of Death Eaters surrounded Harry Potter alone, and everyone except Snape and Draco felt that the dead Harry Potter was more important than the living Harry Potter. Significant,

Someone's footsteps came rushing over there again, and Bellatrice's sharp voice was not covered by anything, "Harry Potter!" She laughed, "Kill him! Regulus!"

"Regulus?" Harry called, "You're one of them?!"

Then, Professor McGonagall, Professor Freeway, Slughorn and other Hogwarts professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix who were watching the night also rushed over.

Support from the Ministry of Magic appears to be on its way.

It's all messed up.

Nobody knows what to do next.

But everyone has to grit their teeth and carry it. It's already messed up, so let's make it a little more messy.

Regulus watched all this, and suddenly gave Harry Potter an Avada, and Snape subconsciously pulled Harry behind him to protect him, "What are you doing?" He looked at the boy warily , and Bellatris said, "You have betrayed our master! Snape!"

Before she finished speaking, Professor McGonagall was already standing in front of Harry and attacked her. Regulus pulled her and pushed her into her husband's arms, "Snape is your traitor," He said, "He told Dumbledore about your plan from the beginning! You foolishly stepped into his trap!"

The Death Eaters roared angrily, and he and Draco looked at each other, and ran towards the stairs at the same time, the two of them left first, and of course a man who sees the wind and turns like Lucius will be more concerned , so the rest of the people followed suit, leaving only a few crazy guys who couldn't figure out the situation and insisted on refusing to leave.

Of course, it was not that easy to leave. The few Death Eaters who were besieged gradually showed their weakness, and they were outnumbered and took the lead. Draco was carefully protected by Regulus, and he was not injured at all.

But he was still prepared. He bought some interesting gadgets from the Weasley twins, but it was not time to use them.

Regulus dragged him around Hogwarts. He didn't expect that the other party knew so many secret ways and shortcuts, but the other party said softly, "I'm very good at dealing with any creature that can understand words."

They have reached the school gate.

"Let's go back," he stared at Lucius, "As for those people, let them do whatever they want."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Lucius said with a pale face, "Son, do you know what you're doing?"

Regulus stared at him. "Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy," he said very softly, "my sister and I don't need a father."

He emphasized the word father, and the face of the other party made his own face ugly.

Draco was caught between the two and didn't know exactly what was going on.

"Go," he grabbed Regulus' hand, "They're coming after them."

Regulus hadn't been to Malfoy's house, he had to be taken there.

They hurried into the living room, and in front of the Dark Lord, Regulus suddenly smiled and said in Parseltongue, "Nice to meet you."

"Why are you here?" The Dark Lord lowered his voice. "Where is she?"

He stared at the father and son, "Where is she?!"

"Let me explain to you," the young man walked over, "They don't know anything, your dearest subordinate betrayed you today, he told Dumbledore all your secrets, and she became a hostage in their hands .”

"Why should I believe you?" The Dark Lord stared at him with a sneer. "If everyone came to ask me to believe them, I would just do it. There would be no point in my life."

"You have to trust me," the young man said softly, "You care about your granddaughter, and I care about my sister. Coincidentally, they are the same person."

When 16-year-old Tom Riddle appeared in front of his father, his joy turned into anger in an instant.

The blood relationship between the other party and him can be seen at a glance, but the other party's dislike for him can also be seen at a glance.

"I have the same goals and people you want to protect," the boy said, kneeling on the ground on one knee. "If you want, I am willing to leave a mark like them on my arm, and I will completely Surrender to you, as long as you help me get her back."

"What's up with her?"

"I don't know," the boy said without changing his expression, "I haven't seen her since yesterday."

It was true, he really had no idea what Draco had done to her.

"Draco?" the Dark Lord lowered his voice, and Draco trembled, "I don't know either..."

Ten times ten cowardice, the same as usual.

"What about the rest?"

"Still at Hogwarts," the boy stared at him, "I think you'd rather know who your traitor is first."

"Take off your shirt," the Dark Lord ordered coldly. "Since you say you obey me, you should show something."

Regulus accepted the painful, ugly mark without saying a word, he gasped, "Do you believe me now?"

"You can't call me [you]!" The Dark Lord kicked him in the chest, and then he sneered, "You think you can call me [you]? Just because you have my blood on you? You Don't forget, you still have the blood of that pure-blooded traitor on your body!"

"Master," Regulus barely supported his body, "Master. I will always obey your command."

However, the Dark Lord lowered his head to look at the boy. He could only feel that this was Sirius' son rather than his own bloodline. He felt an instinctive dislike when he saw the boy.

"Go! Get down! Go!"

The tall boy left in front of him, and Draco found that the other party wiped the blood from the corner of his lips quietly, and he seemed to have accidentally bit his tongue just now.

Draco didn't feel sorry for him at all, though.

He was alive at least last time, and he is alive now.

Everything he is enduring now is what he owes her from the beginning.

The author has something to say:

It's time to stop.

My dissertation is still [-] waiting for me so I really have to force myself to write the dissertation.

Friends, if you are lucky, see you on January [-], if you are not lucky, postpone it!