The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Yan Zeyue pushed him away speechlessly, but was pressed closer by Orlynworth.

"I think..." Orlynworth licked his dry lips lightly, like a hunter looking at his prey.

"No, you don't want to." Yan Zeyue turned her head away, her palms sweating a little.

"Do you know that you are really fouled by the way you are now?" Orlynworth bit his shoulder hard, and rubbed his teeth lightly after writing.

"You are so naughty..." Orlingworth smirked and stretched out his hand to pinch his waist, and gently took off his tie.

"Woo..." Yan Zeyue's eyes were suddenly covered with mist, and her breathing became a little short.

"Get down, get down..." Yan Zeyue pushed him weakly with both hands.

"Honey, you've always been so sensitive..." Orlynworth bit his earlobe lightly.

Yan Zeyue couldn't catch anything that could be grabbed, and she was so anxious that she was on the verge of crying.

"Do not……"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Oliverth: "..."

He kicked open the door angrily, wishing to press the people outside against the wall and beat him up.

"There's something wrong with you, right?"

Yan Zeyue narrowed her eyes indifferently.

Although I almost lost my old Gong status just now, it feels good to be controlled by the one I love...

He doesn't want to be bothered.

"Let me see which **** it is..." He muttered dissatisfiedly, and looked outside the door.

"Uh...it's nothing, I went to the wrong door just now." A Gryffindor freshman outside the door said a little scared.

Yan Zeyue: "..."

Oliverth: "..."

Orlynworth took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions, not to blow up the child directly.

"That's a child, that's just a child, that's just a child... He just went to the wrong dormitory, he just went to the wrong dormitory..." He whispered silently.

"Okay, okay, now you go, go, fly to your dormitory."

Olynworth hugged the person behind him involuntarily, turned his head and said coldly.

He walked into the room tiredly and closed the door.

"Miao'er." He blinked slightly at the person next to him.

"I always remember that I disturbed others like this." Orlynworth felt that the memory of the dead was attacking him.

"……what?"

……

After Yan Zeyue chatted awkwardly with him for a while, she quietly threw something on the ground.

The array is regenerated.

Orlynworth may really know nothing about these things. He has made it so obvious that he hasn't discovered it yet.

He hooked the corners of his mouth in some satisfaction, quietly put his hand into his pocket, took out a night pearl, and hid it behind his back.

"I don't know why I always feel that the person Voldemort chose this time is not Draco..." Orlynworth was still discussing the issue with himself with a serious face.

But his heart has drifted thousands of miles away.

"Little Yuaner."

"What's wrong?" He who was talking was interrupted, and he looked at him strangely.

"Have you noticed that I have re-arranged the formation that was destroyed before?" Yan Zeyue looked at him with a half-smile.

Orlynworth froze.

Those pair of pupils of different colors were full of fear.