[Deha] World Starlight

The thick sweet aroma permeated the air, and Harry opened his bright green eyes wide under the warm fire, waiting to be the first to eat chocolate.

Yes, he (volunteered) was in charge of tasting.

Mr. Chocolate Wolf's initial creations were not enough to break into the crowded sweets market, but with the help of the family and practice made perfect... Lily began to supervise Harry drinking the tooth protection potion before he fell asleep.

(Later, Harry gave Lily's tooth protection potion to Professor Dumbledore for a try)

The author has something to say: For ages the cloak of invisibility has been passed from father to son, mother to daughter, and down to the last living descendant of Ignotus, who, like Ignotus, was born In the village of Godric's Hollow.

——"Harry Potter" Deathly Hallows Chapter 35 King's Cross Station

The wonderful seven days are over... What should I do if I feel that I can't get up so early even if there is an alarm clock! QAQ, I haven't done any business in these seven days, so to myself.

It should be finished this year...Although I want to finish it this year and edit the text, yes, when it comes to editing the text, I would like to thank the girls who caught bugs and asked questions, okay.

Personally, I feel that this chapter is a bit confusing, just like my current state [Indifferent face]

After eleven, we must work hard!

ps: I don’t know if the title of the next part is called Gao Tide, will it be caught by the river crab hehehehehehe

☆, taste

Dumbledore believed that the traces of a person's character, family and growth would be reflected in the food he loved.

Yes, he pushes himself and others.

Just as he loves sweets deeply, and loves the sweet taste of honey flowing from his mouth into his stomach and absorbed by the blood, allowing his brain to indulge in it for a short time-the longest addiction in his life will always be that summer, and sweets will make him He briefly, extravagantly and sinfully, daydreaming to find some feeling of that time.

The hotness and sweetness brought by mead are very similar to that dusty summer, and the taste of any jam is incomparable to the kisses of young people on the lawn and under the dim light.

But Dumbledore can only think of lemons when he recalls the taste of Gellert. If he chews a lemon raw, the feeling of the day when he learned that Grindelwald left without saying goodbye is on the tip of his tongue and stomach.

Sour and bitter and painful.

Lemon Drops.

Lemon ice cream.

Chilled lemon juice.

Sea Salt Lemon Pudding.

Candied Lemon Milk Cookies.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Dumbledore crushed the hard candy in his mouth, and the acid juice hidden under the sugar coating immediately coated his tongue.

He walked to the window, and when he opened the window, the characteristic youthful noise of Hogwarts became clear.Boys and girls from Grade [-] to Grade [-] walked under the warm sunshine and gentle breeze.

Through the half-moon glasses, Dumbledore's sharp eyes saw the teenagers talking and laughing shoulder to shoulder. The giant octopus dropped its tentacles and splashed water, which wet the flowers and plants by the Black Lake and the trunks of the beech trees.

The humidity evaporated in the sun, the emerald green leaves swayed in the sun and the wind, and the figure of the boy disappeared behind the tree.

summer.

Sweet as honey.

The author has something to say: I wrote in a bit of a hurry, and I didn’t catch bugs very much—I’ve been too indulgent and corrupt lately_(:з」∠)_I can’t control my mouth, I can’t move my legs, I’m going to bed late and I don’t get up late_(: з"∠)_I know I was wrong.

Thank you for the mine~ I have a big problem with Jinjiang on my computer. I can’t click on many places. Today I don’t even know what the hell is 502 at all.

I'm so happy to see everyone's comments hehehehehehe, thank you for liking it, I hope to receive more comments, but I just don't know how to blow up diving... A useless cat who can't stew meat_(:з」∠)_

☆、No.18 summer

It was July again, in the blue cornflower-like sky, there were a few wisps of misty clouds floating, and the warm sun shone on everything. This was the first day of summer vacation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, and Harry finally I slept until the sun was up.

Sleep should be one of the most comfortable states for human beings, especially in such a beautiful summer.Harry buried his head in the soft pillow, and the flimsy comforter was wrapped in his arms.His pajamas and pajamas were a little smaller, revealing his ankles and wrists. A gold watch was worn on his wrist, and the fine rubies floating in the dial glistened in the sunlight.

Such a comfortable state freed him from the just-concluded long-distance train journey and the exhausting final year of study: long revisions and several days of NEWTs exams, and the depression about graduation permeated throughout the seventh grade... …although everyone is saying 'it's finally over' and 'no more feet of homework' and 'even though I'm a bit worried about my test scores...fuck it!who cares! 'But when the footsteps of the summer vacation got closer and closer, they lost their expectations.

— because everyone knows, the castle, the playground, the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake, the Quidditch field... every classroom, the common room of the college, their beds; and the carriage drawn by thestrals, Hogg The Watts Express, platform nine and three-quarters...they are about to say goodbye to those who have accompanied them for seven years.

After this farewell, it is very likely that we will never see each other again in this lifetime.

Although Harry himself felt that his knowledge learning was relatively solid, and his practical ability to use magic was not bad, he didn't have too much pressure on reviewing and taking the real exam.But the parting atmosphere still affected him a little... After all, this was his only time in seventh grade.

In comparison, Draco has always been very mediocre, and he was not very active when writing the yearbooks given by other students (of course, not many people dared to give them to him).Harry probably knew what he was thinking, after all Malfoy was always Malfoy.

But (always asking some silly questions for everyone) Pansy asked Draco about his graduation mood when asked by some junior girls to express good wishes to Malfoy senior, wondering why he didn't see him at all low.

Draco glanced at Pansy inexplicably. Blaise couldn't bear that look like looking at a troll, but he didn't intend to direct the gunfire to his side.

"There's nothing to be depressed about." Draco put on a Malfoy-style smile, "Do you want to be a student for the rest of your life? Or do you think it would be happier to be a student at Hogwarts with your own IQ and ability?" He even looked at Pansy with an odd look of concern.

"..." Pan Xi only hated herself for not having a long memory!Why talk too much!

"And..." Draco said, looking sideways at Harry, "We've already decided to get married after graduation."

Harry smiled back.

"Have you decided on a date?" Pan Xi decisively changed the subject, clutching her wounded heart and sighing silently: "I have heard you say this since the second grade, but after graduation there are so many things, who knows you What year will it end after graduation...'

"Basically it's July [-]th," Draco said.

"Uh..." Pansy questioned why he opened his mouth today, why he had to think...but the plan had to go on, "so early...does the number seven have any meaning?"

"No." Draco said bluntly, "just the earliest time everything can be fully prepared."

"Oh..." Pansy's reaction was a little sluggish, "It's good," she said nonchalantly, "That requires us..." Can you help me?

Unfortunately, she didn't finish her sentence.

"Just wait for the invitation." Draco said without any ups and downs.

Blaise sat on the sofa laughing silently and slapping his legs frantically. Gore Crabbe, who was eating a biscuit, looked up with a look of shock.

In addition to the graduation itself, what makes everyone anxious is the series of consequences it brings-the first of which is work.

Of course, Draco, who inherited a huge family and a black and white family business, does not have these worries, and as a reserve professor of defense against the dark arts who signed an employment contract with the current headmaster of Hogwarts after finishing the last NEWTs exam—— Harry had no such worries.

Professor Slughorn gave Harry a big hug when he was confirmed to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next school year, and said, almost in tears, "Good boy! What a good boy." child."

Harry's ears flushed with embarrassment.

But what Professor Slughorn said next cooled his excitement and shyness by half: "I may be able to retire..." The old professor who resigned at the age of half a century sighed: "You know, since Voldemort died, I I've been looking forward to this day!" He said and patted Harry twice again excitedly, "Thank you, child! Thank you so much!"

Then Slughorn looked at Snape, who was standing aside expressionlessly, and teased him, "You can finally go back and teach your favorite potion, Severus."

"I wish you a happy retirement without hiding in isolation, Horace." Snape responded coldly.

Harry tried to make himself less present in these conversations, but he didn't succeed.

"Potter." Snape glanced at him and said, "According to Professor Dumbledore, I shouldn't question your personal ability, and you have indeed shown your outstanding talent in actual combat. Professor Bullidow will also be pleased."

Are you relieved...Harry lowered his head and pondered the words quietly.

"However, as a fresh graduate, it is not known whether your teaching ability and level can be qualified for the post of professor." Snape said maintaining his usual speed and tone, "As the headmaster of Hogwarts and Head of Slytherin, I have a duty to you and your future students."

"Of course Professor." Harry nodded.

Snape looked at him meaningfully, "Very good." He said, "You don't have much homework in seventh grade at this time, and I think you've done a good job of revising—don't you go to the lake with Malfoy every day? In the afternoon, I will go to practice the junior Quidditch with him..." Snape said this and gave Harry a deep look. Harry felt that he had indeed reviewed well, and what the headmaster said was true, so Try to look him straight.

There was a hint of a smile in Snape's eyes, but his expression was still stern, "Then you can follow me to listen in from tomorrow."

"Every class, Professor," Harry asked.

"As long as you don't have lessons." Snape seemed to smile, but Harry would have preferred it to be blindfolded under the circumstances.

Otherwise, he would feel that there seemed to be something wrong with the venerable Professor Snape leaking from his smile.

It's a pleasure to listen to life.

Harry taught first year, second year, third year, fourth year, fifth year, and sixth year when Professor Snape had to be busy.

The fourth grade frantically asked him what he took in the OWLs exams, what he took the exams back then—Harry seemed to see himself back then—but he just gave a rough idea, and seriously advised them that as long as they review all the knowledge carefully, everyone will be sure. Useful crap to get good grades.

Although it was really tiring, Harry felt that he had learned a lot.

And in the end all the students expressed great anticipation that Harry would be teaching their Defense Against the Dark Arts class next year.

Since knowledge is the same, so what's wrong with changing to a gentle, young and easy-to-talk professor.Everyone thinks so.

——But the naive juniors don't know the fear of being disciplined by Professor Snape in Potions class, and the seniors may have forgotten the harsh winter of Professor Snape under the spring breeze of the kind Professor Slughorn .

On June [-]th, Harry spent Draco's last birthday at Hogwarts with him.

It was sure to be a wild night, and Harry managed to get plenty of treats from the lovely elves, and a super-sized cake—and he also managed to get some less than butterbeer by some cryptic means. Such a mild drink.

The splashing fireworks made the Slytherin common room lose its green tone. After drinking some alcohol, everyone even abandoned the harmless game of Wizard Chess and started throwing small cakes and big cakes at each other, haha Lebron was wearing a Slytherin-style birthday hat of the same style as Draco's and collapsed on the sofa with a smile. He also drank a glass of butterbeer and other drinks, and he was a little dazed by the atmosphere at the moment—but When the corner of his eye caught a strange white mass aggressively drawing a neat parabola in the air, he squinted his eyes, and his somewhat sluggish brain reacted for a few seconds—that thing hit the ground Draco, who was sitting on the sofa with a perfect posture - on the hat.

Precisely where the hat meets the forehead.

—so a part of Draco's forehead hair was out of luck.

Harry tilted his head, straightened his glasses, and stared at Draco carefully for a second, "Sorry..." Harry blinked, looking at Draco's face that might be calm or pretending to be calm, he was covered in cream The forehead and hair were glued together, and there was red strawberry jam on the cream, "I may be a little drunk..." Harry couldn't help laughing as he said, "I think you are so cute."

Draco looked at Harry, looked at his hazy green eyes, with a slightly dazed but bright smile on his face, and thought it was you who were cuter.

"Do you remember when we were kids..." Harry leaned back on Draco's arm, recalling carefully, "When I was six or seven? I fried that cake - fried it."

Draco nodded slightly, he didn't want to recall anything more about this matter - it's really not a good memory, if Harry hadn't looked worse than him at the time, he would have put the rest of the cake on him face.

He glanced at the laughing crowd by the way, Goyle and Crabbe choked half to death on the cake, and Bryce flew to the position of the cake, holding the glass and pretending to be deep, and he shrugged when he noticed Draco's gaze back. shrug.

Draco snorted.

"Okay," Harry's reflex arc after ingesting alcohol finally reacted almost, "Everyone is almost playing, let's go wash this up, and then go to bed early..." He hit He yawned, and then took a piece of paper and simply wiped the cream on Draco's hair, allowing him to go out and walk in the empty hallway.

After Harry and Draco walked out of the stone gate, the people who were silent for a moment just looked back and forth with smiles that everyone understood. Blaise looked at Pansy who was sitting on the remote sofa with his back, and said helplessly, "Why do you want Deudra?" Section."

Pansy drank the last bit of foam in the glass, "I swear to Merlin that I didn't mean to lose Draco, everything was a coincidence."

She sighed again as she spoke, and put the cup on the table, "Anyway, the two of them are going to take a shower now, and we should pack up and go home." Pansy greeted her good friend, and finally said to Blaise, "Just ask you to help clean up the battlefield, and make a good impression on the juniors and younger sisters."

The lower grades who watched them laughing and hadn't finished their homework silently lowered their heads.

The author has something to say: Destiny decides who enters our lives, and the heart decides who we stand with

——Source Network, Classic English Sentences

Today is a busy day - mainly because of tiredness.But after this chapter is pushed against the wall is a manuscript written while listening to math class. 【Total attack face】

I haven't written a manuscript for a long time, and I don't feel too good—although I didn't write a few words this time.

Are you happy~?It is always said that the background board of Draco's strength is finally not the background board this time!

☆、No.18 in the summer

The prefect's bathroom is definitely one of the most wonderful places in Gryffindor. Harry once thought that the mere access to this bathroom was enough to motivate most people to want to be a prefect. It has been three years since I came here for the first time, but the bathroom is still the same, and the password is still 'fresh pineapple'...

Or 'Delicious Pineapple'?The dazed Harry couldn't remember exactly what Draco said just now.

Luxurious chandeliers with many candles cast light and shadows on the clear water and white marble. A hundred golden faucets inlaid with gemstones of different colors shone under the light of the candles, and the mermaid on the wall was sleeping soundly again. , the blond hair trembled slightly with breathing, and the snow-white linen curtains were windless and automatic.

Harry shook his sleepy head and turned on many faucets that sprayed out hot water, foam and bubbles. The magnificently colored foam instantly filled half of the pool, making the snow-white bathtub colorful.

"..." Draco, who was not paying attention for a while, didn't say anything. He swung his wand and turned off several faucets that sprayed strange liquids. With the increase of hot water, the whole pool gradually became less colorful... ...Draco breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he found that Harry had taken off his robe while sitting by the pool, and was now stepping on his trousers to take off his pants, and then crossed his hands, took off his jacket, and plunged into the water.

"Oh——" Harry seemed to wake up a lot after getting into the water, Draco tried hard to think about what he had drunk before, but there was no result.

"This water smells terrible." Harry wiped the foam from his head and face, and waved to Draco, "Come down."

Draco raised his hand and unbuttoned his coat.

Harry swam two back and forth in the water and then back to the edge of the pool. Draco, who had just entered the water, leaned against the warm marble, a little drowsy-until Harry put a ball of mixed color but Another distinct foam piled on his head.

"Cream needs to be washed well," said Harry.

In fact, the pink, blue, purple, and red foam really complemented Draco's light blonde hair-of course Harry didn't dare to say that, and he wouldn't have the chance to say it even if he dared, because just as he piled the foam Draco's wet hands grabbed his equally wet wrists the next second he was on Draco's head.

The skin moistened by water became slippery, and when Draco's fingers brushed his wrist ambiguously, Harry shivered slightly for some reason—and when the two people's skin touched more and more More, a special taste and atmosphere different from the fragrance of the whole room surrounds the two of them.

Harry's feet slipped in the buoyant water and he almost fell - but he didn't fall or even choke, because Draco quickly put his arms around his waist.

"I guess we won't attract Filch no matter how much noise we make here." Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry clasped Draco's upper arm tightly with his flustered hands, and there was still a little panic and restlessness in his rapid breathing. The alcohol in his body seemed to be active in the hot water—youthful and vigorous The young man and his fiance, the two alone in the luxury bath, late at night-these elements seem to constitute the scenes that everyone can imagine.

……

That night, when the curfew had passed for nearly an hour, the door of the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor of Hogwarts next to the statue of Boris the Confused quietly opened, and two neat boys in Slytherin uniforms came out. There is also damp water vapor in the room.

But soon, the door was quietly closed again, and the empty pool revealed the essence of white marble. Except for the water vapor that had not dissipated in the air and the faint smell in the water vapor, all traces of what happened just now had disappeared.

Except for that slight bite mark on Harry's lower lip.

But soon, this trace will be smoothed like water vapor evaporates.

**

In the garden of Godric's Hollow Eight, the beautiful and the not-so-beautiful flowers spread out in the sun, and whether they looked dangerous or not so dangerous, they were equally alive in the sun.

In the room, Harry, who buried himself under the pillow to avoid the sunlight penetrating through the curtains, finally could no longer be the person who pretended to be asleep. He let out a groan from his nose that he did not want to get up, and stretched his limbs hard on the bed. Resignedly opened his eyes.

Adult mornings are always a little awkward, especially if you have dreams that lead to even more embarrassing dreams - Harry lay on his back in bed and began to silently go over a lot of magical theories in his head.

Ten minutes later, he was up, washed, dressed, tidied up, and prepared brunch for two.

Draco showed up at the gate of Godric's Hollow No. [-] at the appointed time. The midsummer sun shone on his casual but meticulous clothes. Harry saw the familiar light outside the door through the small kitchen window. Gold - Draco waved at him, Harry shook the plate in his hand, waved his wand with the other hand, and the door lock slowly opened.

"Looks like you slept well." Draco walked straight into the room just as Harry was bringing the fried egg bacon sandwich and coffee to the table.

"Of course." Harry picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee. "Of course, the first day of summer vacation should be celebrated with a natural awakening of sleep—although I still have countless summer vacations in the future."

Draco raised his eyebrows at him, and said meaningfully, "Unfortunately, this is my last summer vacation."

"So we have to do something meaningful to commemorate?" Harry smiled knowingly, and raised his coffee cup to Draco, "What's the itinerary today?"

"Go and see the table and chairs first?" Draco lightly clinked glasses with Harry. With the crisp sound of the white porcelain cups touching, accompanied by the smell of the food, their most meaningful summer vacation was officially kicked off. Prologue.

At the beginning of July, on the day they set the wedding date, they were doomed to be busy, Harry and Draco walked side by side in the streets of Diagon Alley and Diagon Alley, picking out all kinds of things needed for the wedding—they A well-known wood shop in the wizarding world has just ordered a hundred sets of tables and chairs with very exquisite materials and very gorgeous styles.

Harry, who already knew the Malfoy way of life well, kept a smile and silence on such matters, and it was all up to Draco to decide, only when something seemed really too… Signal to Draco.

Of course Draco listened to Harry's opinion, and he was also very helpless that Harry's opinion was so little.

When Harry euphemistically expressed that he didn't like the weird and fancy short vase that Draco liked in Bokin Burke's shop, Draco, who was ready to pay, immediately didn't want it, and said sweetly to the shopkeeper : "Sorry, my fiancé doesn't seem to like this vase at all, this one is fine."

"But Mr. Malfoy, you picked this one..."

"Forget it this time," Draco said.

The wrinkled Mr. Burke looked at Draco sullenly, thinking that he might have just pretended to buy the vase on purpose.

But in the end he sent them to the store with a smile all over his face, and said politely and familiarly, "Waiting for your visit at any time, welcome to visit next time" - of course he didn't mean it sincerely, but who would have trouble with Garen?

Not to mention the prosperous Malfoy family.

——In this way, during the day they were busy with complicated and fragmentary wedding-related preparations (there were no less than five kinds of ribbons prepared, such as classmates, fathers’ Ministry of Magic colleagues, mothers’ friends, men’s and women’s), and at night Seriously, handwriting each letter of invitation—speaking of which, even though Harry himself had fought on the front line of protecting the rights of house-elves, at this time he really thanked Merlin for having elves who helped them clean the dishes and decorate the house, Prepare delicious, ready-to-colour gifts, ribbons and flowers.

And just like that, Harry and Draco didn't have to spend the whole day wandering around studying every nuance of the wedding, after all the preparatory work that had been going on around the clock, because they were at home instead.

On the [-]th of July, the gowns that had been patterned and made half a year ago were finally worn on Harry and Draco—although they took off after pinning a few pins and drawing a few lines, Harry still It must be said that this dress looks really good on the body, much better than the one worn at the Triwizard Tournament ball.

Although it was revised again.

On July [-]th, the custom-made tables and chairs were finally finished after working overtime - I have to say that I had to decide every detail of the wedding by myself, but Draco, who was not early in the holiday but set the wedding date not late, really gave a lot The shop caused trouble, and of course it could be said to be a sweet little trouble, after all, no one would have trouble with the Gallon (and Malfoy) family.

Although the Malfoy family created trouble for them, they created a lot of wealth for them at the same time.

The so-called hello and I are good, mutual benefit and win-win.

After lunch on the [-]th of July, Harry and Draco checked the interior of the wedding venue and the layout of the tables and chairs.

In the summer of the first year after graduating from Hogwarts, when others were busy looking for jobs, traveling or relaxing at home, Harry and Draco strolled on the huge lawn of Malfoy Manor under the hot sun at noon On the ground, planning the arrangements on the grass on July [-]th.

By the way, let's talk about the arrangements after July [-]th.

Draco, whose taste is better than Harry's, has already made detailed arrangements and plans in his mind, and now it's just a little more detailed according to local conditions. Harry listened to Draco and himself modify the layout and guests again. , various menus... and finally dragged him to lie down on the lawn.

Lying on the fresh and soft lawn gives people the illusion that they are really in nature. The vast blue sky is in front of them, and the nose is full of the smell of green grass.Harry closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying this rare leisure time. Draco lay on his side with his arms propped up. He watched Harry's hair seem to turn brown in the sun, and the wind gently stroked their temples.

"Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?" Draco's gray eyes looked tenderly at Harry.

Harry opened his eyes to look at him, with a smile in his green eyes that became clearer under the sunlight, "Are we going away after the wedding? I think there will be a lot of people who want to party, and there are some work-related ones too." matter--"

"Who cares about them," Draco interrupted Harry, "I just want to be with you."

Harry hooked Draco's neck, smiling like the summer sun.

——Kiss also contains the whole warm and gentle summer.

Lucius, who was drinking tea upstairs, glanced out of the window carelessly, and almost choked his intake pipe with a sip of tea.

Narcissa held the teacup elegantly, and suddenly said, "When the children's affairs are settled, let's go on a trip too."

Did Lucius choke on the tea...

But that didn't stop him from saying—"Okay."

The author has something to say: Hello everyone—long time no see (I don’t think it’s the first time I’ve said this _(:з」∠)_) I originally wanted to update it yesterday, the end of October or something, but it’s a pity that It happened to be 23:59 when I finished writing. At that time, I hadn’t read it again and made some small changes to some obvious problems, so I simply didn’t do anything and kept going...

Yes, because I have entered the final chapter, I started to panic inexplicably, and there are a lot of things recently, and the exam is imminent (this has basically been accepted hahahaha), so I can’t always catch the little tail of inspiration, but just As the bacteria girl said, slow updates are better than unfinished ones √!

Thank you for the bacteria and the landmines of the radish, and thank you for your comments and reminders. I should post two small stories on Weibo in the past two days, about those untraceable times between Harry and Sirius... Actually, I wanted to write one It's a very long story about Sirius, starting from rebirth...but now I've decided to write a short one!

I feel that I am not far from the terrible full-line repair.

When I update next time, I may be ready for how to end it... Yes, that's right. The meaning of this sentence is that the next chapter may not be updated at any time.

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☆、Ordinary weekend Ⅰ

Draco Malfoy, the current heir of the Malfoy family, who is only 20 years old, is very busy at work these days.Although just as he didn't know what his father and cousin Regulus Black were up to when he was a child, he doesn't know what he is up to now.

Anyway, documents, large and small, piled up on his desk, Draco dipped in the almost bottomless inkwell, and finished a document with a silver glitter He signed his name in dark green, then closed the document and continued to read the next one.

I really should be an honorary director.Draco thought as he read, and looked up at the ancient clock on the wall that belonged to the Malfoy family. It had been a while since the last class at Hogwarts ended—and He obviously, damn it, couldn't get home in time for dinner with Harry!On a Friday night!

Damn the Ministry of Magic.

Draco signed the document with his black quill and moved on to the next inexplicable document about whether some inexplicable decree should be enforced.At the same time as some pieces of paper stretched themselves through the crack of the door and landed on the corner of his desk, the sudden red light from the fireplace illuminated his indifferent face, and the expression on that face immediately became warmer.

"Hi my dear—" Professor Harry Potter, who came from the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, dressed in a well-proportioned black robe, walked quickly from the fireplace to Draco's desk, and leaned over to kiss On his lips, "Xiaolong, I'm sorry I'm a little late, the mischievous and clever first grade always likes to catch the professor chatting for a while before the weekend."

"You gave them the wrong impression of being too gentle," Draco said sharply, "otherwise why didn't the brats ask their Headmaster what kind of weekend he was having?"

"Yes Draco, I think you've got to the point of the question." Harry smiled and held Draco's face in his hands and said, although the expression on his face was gentle, it always gave people the illusion of a professor praising a student.But after he finished that sentence, he pecked and kissed Draco's lips lightly and hard a few times, until they kissed their mouths like they had eaten too many sweet and red strawberries.

Harry's voice was as gentle and affectionate as his expression: "I'm sorry baby, we haven't seen each other much this week, every two months before the OWLs and NEWTs exams, the school starts to be busy, you know, But luckily it's the last week before the exam, and the fifth and seventh graders have already asked most of the questions... Yes, speaking of which I want to complain to you again, how did stupid Harry forget before he became a professor For the professors, every year is the year of OWLs and NEWTs!" Harry first finished what Draco would say at this time of year, and then asked Draco who knew exactly what he was thinking, "Then we are going home for dinner Or do you want to eat somewhere else?"

"Sorry dear." After Draco said this, he suddenly realized that he and Harry seemed to have been kissing and apologizing to each other for the past 5 minutes. Realizing this, he was distressed and wanted to laugh, "We Dinner may be postponed for a while, and I have some papers that must be processed today."

"Oh." Harry looked down at the documents on the table in surprise, "Don't you say that I didn't even see them—the Ministry of Magic squeezed my little dragon again?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, simply amused by Harry's implicit "I can't see anything but you".And Harry's hand was caressing Draco's hair, the gray eyes of the silver snake on the ring gleaming in his pale blond hair.

"How much longer do we need?" he asked Draco softly.

"I think an hour is enough—" Maybe, if you're hungry, you can go back to Hogwarts for dinner first...

Draco replied, and when the second half of the sentence was spinning on the tip of his tongue, Harry kissed him again and said, "Okay, then wait for me."

He walked back into the fire as quickly as he walked out of it, and Draco blinked, resting his right hand grip for eight minutes.