[HP] Return late

Not long after Narcissa's mother left, Harry the stray cat nimbly slipped in through the half-opened door, dragging a bulging backpack.

"Draco, I packed it." He raised his bag as a gesture, and said happily.

Draco narrowed his eyes, he was still considering whether he needed to bring Professor Snape's newly brewed healing potions and some offensive weapons, and whether to bring a deluxe version of the protective tent or a simple version of the normal tent, and this The silly savior who packed everything in just a few minutes?

"Packed up?" he asked in a raised voice.

"Of course," the savior said impatiently, "I've brought an invisibility cloak and a penis."

Well, he really shouldn't expect a carefree lion to know what it means to travel far.

"Sit there until I'm done packing. If you need anything, call yourself Kreacher." He pointed to the armchair in the room with his chin, turned around and continued to tangle with his messy pile of luggage waiting to be selected.

Draco took out a necklace engraved with the Malfoy family crest from the backpack, which was given to him by his mother again, which resists most of the spells except the Unforgivable Curse, and has a certain weakening effect on the Unforgivable Curse.He pursed his lips and ordered, "Come here, Harry."

The big green-eyed stray cat immediately jumped in front of him, and Draco was surprised to find that before he noticed, the savior, who was originally half a head shorter than him, jumped to almost the same height as him.

He will no longer grow taller, Draco tightened his lips, and after a while, he calmly said to the savior, "Low your head."

He put the necklace around the Savior's neck.

Anyway, apart from the spell for the soul, it is impossible for other spells to cause fatal damage to this body.He did this only for the final victory.

"Draco?" The savior held the pendant in his palm and looked at him with his head tilted.

"I have better ones." He pretended not to see the flattered look on the savior's face, turned around, pulled out several sets of shirts and trousers from the closet, and threw them on the bed.

"Draco?"

"Huh?" He said impatiently, if a stupid cat doesn't know what it means to accept it when it's good, he doesn't mind teaching him that with his fist.

"I'm sorry..." the savior said eagerly, "I... overheard the conversation between you and your father."

Well, Draco raised his eyebrows annoyed, seeing the savior's frank face, he thought he could listen to his explanation.

The Savior blushed under his gaze.

"Can we make a child?" he asked quickly.

As if something had exploded in Draco's brain, he took a step forward and approached the face of the savior, his voice almost squeezed out of his teeth, "A child? Idiot! Do you know what the price will be? ?! Go to Granger and ask for clarification first!"

He wished he could slap this idiot out of the room, out of sight.

There was a slight cough at the door, and Narcissa, who was carrying a food basket, looked at them strangely.

Draco stepped back angrily, pulling out more clothes—those outlandish clothes that Sirius bought for the Savior, whether he didn't bring them or not.Since they are about the same size, it is not impossible for him to share some of his usual clothes with the savior.

Malfoy stuff is always the best.

"Harry, I don't think that Miss Granger will understand this, please allow me to explain to you some things about creating children through magical alchemy." Narcissa gently was at a loss when Draco roared The Savior pushed himself to the side chair and sat down.

"The couple of wizards who have no fertility, donate their blood and flesh with magic power, and their lifespan, and conceive a child through magic alchemy artifacts."

"Alchemy is a process of equivalent exchange. The life you give a child is the time he can survive."

"Do both parties have to give the same life span?" The savior raised his face and asked in confusion.

"Not necessarily. Magic draws life according to the different situations of the two parties. Generally, it is based on proportion."

Draco wasn't packing his clothes either, but sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded, listening to their conversation.

"Is there any other situation?" At some point, the savior was able to quickly catch the key points in the words, no, almost every sentence.

Draco squinted, the stray cat he always thought was stupid was not as stupid as it looked.He had a vague feeling that he was being calculated by the savior, but he quickly denied this idea.

The stray cat who has not experienced a good education, this kind of sensitive talent, is a wild nature.

"If one party is willing to give more life, it is also feasible." Narcissa said in a purely academic tone.

The savior's green eyes immediately looked through the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that Sissy's mother had chosen for him, "Draco?" There was a light of expectation in his eyes.

"I refuse." Draco said stiffly, he was already dead, and the only one who gave life was the Savior.

The light in the eyes of the savior dimmed suddenly, "I'm sorry." The blood on his face faded, and his expression was depressed.

"You should think about this kind of thing first." Narcissa put the food basket into Draco's backpack, kissed her son's cheek lightly, then kissed the savior's forehead, and left the room, the door was closed After a click, the room fell silent.

Draco was thinking about whether to explain the reason to the savior, but when he looked up, he found that the man was already standing in front of him.

"Draco," he whispered his name, "I love you."

The savior frightened the words that had just come to a head, and they disappeared without a trace.Draco's eyes widened, not knowing how to respond to such blunt words.

Until the savior awkwardly kissed his lips.

And as if to confirm the sense of security of existence, hug tightly.

He knew that his refusal upset the brash-looking Gryffindor lion again.He could understand Harry's desire to have a child. It was a close connection. Even if they were separated in the end, that child was the continuation and miss of what they had been together.

The savior, who hides an inferiority complex deep in his heart, is always anxious and uneasy in front of him, worrying about gains and losses.

Draco touched the corner of the other's lips soothingly, and explained stiffly: "I'm not stingy with life." I just don't have life to give.

If his father really wanted to force him to have a child, he could find anyone, no matter what means he used, to transfer the other person's lifespan to the offspring of the Malfoy family, and the Malfoys had never been kind people.

They are selfish and short-sighted, and they absolutely don't want the people they approve of to suffer any unnecessary damage.

"I want a family with you, with me, with a child we have in common, we are one and inseparable. I never had that." The savior didn't give up his idea, insisted on his idea.

Draco didn't answer, just put his hands around the Savior's back, and stroked slowly, calming down the restless furry stray cat and reconsidering his thoughts.

"Draco." The savior stared at him stubbornly, "I need that child."

With some headaches, Draco pressed the savior's furry head into his arms.

"I want a complete family." The savior's muffled voice came from his chest, resolute and never giving up.

He didn't speak, and used his arms to restrain the stray cat that was writhing restlessly and trying to struggle out of his embrace.

"60 years." Draco sighed inwardly, he finally compromised, he couldn't imagine a gray-haired Harry, maybe like Dumbledore with a long white beard.

He wasn't sure if the uncertain complex of emotions in himself was the same type as the Savior's, or if those emotions would carry over to Harry's death.

After subtracting 60 years, his stray cat should not become as annoying as Dumbledore. Although the great white wizard made some decisions that he respected, Draco still doesn't like him personally. .

"100 years." As soon as he agreed, his stray cat couldn't help but want to bargain with the trend.

Draco controlled his urge to pinch the guy with a bright smile, and said viciously: "60 years, there is no room for negotiation."

"80 years?" The savior retorted dissatisfiedly, "at least let him see what his grandson looks like when he grows up."

Is it because I am stupid? I am stupid. I am so stupid that I will be with this stupid and rogue stupid lion. Draco almost wants to grind his teeth. The current savior, how can I see it in the second grade? It's pointless to be decisive like that.

"The Malfoy family has no blood that has lived past the age of 60." As if cursed, all the males died unexpectedly.

If he hadn't been entangled with the savior, if he was still on the hostile side, he would have joined the Dark Lord's side, maybe died in the war, maybe survived by luck, and then died alone in Ah Zkaban.

However, it seems that after he sided with the savior, death came earlier - before he had time to think about what kind of person he would grow up to be, time stood still at the age of 16.

The savior raised his face quietly and rubbed his neck, "We will live."

You are the only one alive.

If there is anything to miss, they should indeed have a child.

Lucius and Narcissa seemed to have anticipated this consequence. Earlier, Mr. Goyle had given his mother the owl in the breeding tray collected by the Malfoy family.

Looking left and right at the mother and the savior with joyful faces, Draco bit his fingernails angrily and disrespectfully, he couldn't be the one who was calculated, right?

A part of the taken out internal organs was thrown into a silver plate engraved with magic incantations, and the silvery smoke filled the air, engulfing the dark red meat ball, floating and rolling on the plate.

"Sixty years." Narcissa pointed the tip of her wand at sixty on the scaled disk.

The final step is the magic blood.

The savior clutched the small silver knife, tense to the point of stiffness.

"One drop is enough." Narcissa said softly.

The pale-faced stray cat no longer had the aura of resolutely demanding a child just now, and the blunt silver knife was cut across the palm of the hand several times, leaving only red marks without bleeding.

By the time Draco pulled his hand away with excessive force one last time, it was too late.

The savior said clearly and calmly: "I am willing to bear the exchange of all life spans."

After the silver smoke dissipated, there were two finger-sized balls suspended on the silver plate, with a transparent film, and the blood was wrapped inside as the core, rolling around tremblingly.

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