Descendants of HP

The sun rose slowly, and the strong fragrance in the room gradually dissipated.

But because of the sunshine, he looked more and more sleepy.

He woke up suddenly last night and couldn't make himself full, and now he really couldn't resist the drowsiness.At this moment, he didn't have that good endurance, so he fell directly on Draco's body and fell asleep.

Draco woke up because he couldn't breathe. He had a nightmare most of the night, dreaming that he was crushed by a mountain, and it was useless to struggle.

But in the first half of the night, it was a pretty good dream.Beautiful and charming, the air is full of pink taste.But ever since he felt the coldness all over his body and a sense of being swallowed up by nothingness, Draco suddenly realized that everything was wrong.

Whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, it is formed because of external forces.

And it certainly won't be Moonlight, that cowardly house-elf who can crush him into a nightmare.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a black hair in front of him.

What's weird is that the mass of things pressing on him doesn't have the slightest bit of heat!

And after glancing at the opened coffin out of the corner of his eye, Draco became acutely aware of what was weighing on him.

Just when he wanted to find out, Draco felt very dizzy, and he felt that his lips seemed a little swollen and itchy. So many strange things made Draco feel dangerous.

He fell asleep without warning last night - he didn't remember that he was really incapable of drinking, he originally thought that he was sleepy because he had recently consumed too much in order to find the information of the vampire.But looking at it now, it is for this resurrected person.

"Moonlight!" Draco called to his house-elf.

But he never responded.

It wasn't until Draco called the elf's name for the sixth time in a weak and angry tone that Moonlight left the realm of the Sleeping God.Realizing that his master was calling him, Moonlight bowed in fear, sticking his nose to the carpet and asking Draco what he needed.

"Move him away." Draco was very annoyed at first, but when he thought that this on his body was probably the reincarnation of Severus, it was difficult for him to get angry again.

Who can make a Malfoy who pursues perfection in everything so compromise?Only people the Malfoys cared about.

Moonlight lay on the ground trembling, unable to carry out Draco's orders.

In fact, the fact that he was able to stay in this room without running away screaming was already extremely good.

House elves always have a natural sensitivity and pressure on species with noble bloodlines. The purer the bloodlines, the more terrifying the species, which naturally has a strong oppressive force on them.

Unless the other party personally gave them the honor of serving them, they would not dare to attack the other party if they were given 1 guts.

Draco was left to fend for himself.

However, Draco, who had lost a lot of blood, wanted to push away the mountain on his body, which was really not an easy task.After Draco managed to push the mountain to his side and fell asleep, he was able to relax.

"Get ready to take a bath." Draco ordered Moonlight breathlessly.

The house-elf didn't dare to delay, and hurried to prepare Draco for a bath.

Draco felt cold too, and was still sweating, as if his body was inexplicably weak.But in connection with the vampire sleeping next to him at the moment, Draco seemed to understand why he was so weak.

I don't know when he woke up last night, but the food was not ready, so it is not impossible for him to target him, a living person.Surprisingly, he also knows moderation.

"Moonlight, prepare the blood tonic potion for me." Draco leaned against the head of the bed, a few strands of platinum-blonde hair hung messily on his forehead, and tiredness was written in his gray-blue eyes.

He didn't want to faint in the bathroom after soaking in the bath by himself, that would be too unglamorous.

Moonlight silently placed the blood tonic on Draco's bedside table.

While drinking, Draco looked at the sleeping Mr. Vampire beside him.His stature was much taller than what he had seen the first time, and he was only a little short of catching up with him.His body doesn't look like a muscular one. He has very beautiful lines, beautiful texture, and pale complexion. From these points alone, he really meets the standards of a blood-born newborn.

Gorgeous and noble race, naturally there will be no ugliness.Of course, among the thirteen clans, there are also existences that will suffer curses and become uglier because of using their own power.But obviously, he was not a member of that clan.

Draco's fingers touched the face of the newborn vampire, he gently brushed aside the black hair, and his cool fingertips touched the skin on the vampire's face—cold and delicate, with almost no blemishes.

The eagle's hooked nose no longer has an exaggerated radian, it looks restrained and reserved, and the facial features are still deep, but it seems that without the hairstyle that is parted in the middle, such a face no longer looks gloomy.

Eighty percent similar to Severus Snape, those dissimilarities are more due to youth and refinement.

"Do you remember me, Professor?"

Draco stared at his face, lost in thought.

The author has something to say:

Sorry for the late update

The exam lasted until 7.16, and then I was taking care of sick relatives in the past two days, so I could only guarantee a daily update of one book.

I am free now, I will continue to update daily until 8.11

please rest assured