[HP] Return late

The savior didn't wake up when Draco returned to the room. When he lay back on the bed again, he realized that he was wrong. The sleeping stray cat turned over and was firmly fixed on the bed like a devil vine. on him.Slightly shifting the angle of view, you can see the eyelashes of the stupid lion trembling slightly, Draco gritted his teeth, and finally rubbed the messy hair of the stupid lion vigorously.

"Don't pretend to be asleep." He said viciously.

The guy wrapped around him visibly stiffened, and then the untamed stray cat lifted its head listlessly, staring at his face with squinted emerald green eyes, and said in an urn, "Draco, come and find That siren, isn't it?"

"Yes." Although Draco always called someone a stupid lion, Draco knew very well in his heart that this seemingly stupid guy was actually as sharp as most Slytherins.

He didn't want to hide any facts - his father had taught him that for those who could be completely trusted and entrusted, excessive concealment would only plant the seeds of cracks.If found out, if asked, he thought, he would tell Harry the truth.

"She looks a lot like you," the stray cat's eyes gleamed in the dark red coals of the fireplace, and Draco waited for his next sentence, but didn't hear the rest.

"Yes." He replied calmly. Harry was not a woman. Apart from being a partner, they were also comrades-in-arms who could entrust everything to him. He might have the right to know certain things. "The same kind of blood flows in her body and mine."

"So we're coming to find her, your sister?"

Draco was amused by the savior's silly words, and he could have guessed what kind of story this occasionally silly guy had constructed on his own.

"She's the older sister of the first ancestor of the Malfoy family, Stupid Scarhead."

The beaten lion retracted its head and paws resentfully, and lay on the side upright. After a long time, it took a long time to say, "Well...she looks...so young."

"Because of eternal life."

"Immortality? I don't like that word," Potter muttered, and then he said softly, "It reminds me of Horcruxes."

The two fell silent.

Yes, Horcruxes.

If there were really seven Horcruxes as Dumbledore said, then they only found three now.

Diary, locket, rejuvenation stone.

"Maybe there is one hidden somewhere in Hogwarts, remember, Dumbledore told us to go back to school." Potter turned his face away, staring at him with bright green eyes, his face was excited look.

He spoke of the sharpest weapon.Maybe it was a sword or - Draco unconsciously held his chest - a sharp silver knife.

"Maybe." He replied casually. Perhaps at this time a year ago, he was extremely eager to return to that castle, but now, the ancient castle has become a nightmare buried in his heart.

Another silence.

Sensing that Draco was unwilling to continue the conversation, the savior resumed his supine position again, and after about a quarter of an hour, he asked again: "Draco, like her, will you live forever?"

"Of course not." The answer came out so naturally, Draco pursed his lips, he realized his mistake almost immediately, this state is in fact no different from eternal life, but if he had to choose, he Still time can be given up. "She's the only one who lives forever, you know, and we'll be together until death comes."

It's a promise.

Potter put his hand on his forehead, "Draco, how much time can we have, alive like this, together?"

Stupid guy, do you regret it now?Draco curled his lips, "Don't worry, we're done with this and we can always be together, me and you, and the kids."

"Tell me, how long will it take such a small bead to grow into a baby?" Potter raised the hand covering his eyes, and made a gesture the size of a finger.

"Ask my mother, or Granger, if she knows." In the world of magic, there are many things that are hard to explain. Related baby-rearing books that are as thick as a brick's tabletop, after Narcissa's mother gave him, there is no I stuffed it into the bookcase before I could read it. This time, there was not enough space to enter the luggage category and was discarded.It's just a matter of face as a man, of course Draco will not answer bluntly that he doesn't know.

The Savior himself studied for a while wrenching his fingers and frowning, then said, "Draco, what would they look like? I thought, if there was a girl with red hair, like my mother, and green The eyes are perfect."

Draco narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, if he didn't watch this stupid lion, he would subconsciously expect to marry the weasel's weasel, right?

"I don't think our kid will be a redhead," he said coolly, in a dangerous tone.

"Okay, yes, so blond? Eyes, uh... It's still like you, it will be a beauty."

Draco felt that he was pleased by this sentence, and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but what he spit out was stern words: "Stop talking nonsense, go to sleep."

"Okay." The savior, who was always easily dismissed, wriggled his body into the deeper part of the quilt, exposing the top of his fluffy head, flipped a few times and changed into a comfortable sleeping position. Shallow breathing sounds.

Draco opened his eyes, thinking about the countermeasures for living with the siren tomorrow, unknowingly, in a trance.

He thought that he would no longer feel the feeling of deep sleep, but fell into a dream in a daze.

He was sure it was the stupid Gryffindor lion talking about the Dark Lord's Horcruxes at bedtime that had caused the situation.

In that foggy dream he heard the yells and cheers of people with vague echoes, carrying a message that the Dark Lord was slain, and he passed through those huddled crowds, surrounded by It really is his stupid lion.

"Draco." The guy with the messy blood on his face smiled and reached out to him.

All kinds of unfriendly gazes and buzzing whispers around him were unimportant. He raised his chin and walked forward, clasping his fingers, but the next second was endless darkness.

All the pictures have disappeared, empty, black without borders.

There was a hoarse hissing sound that echoed repeatedly as if piercing the soul, accompanied by cold laughter.

"Only I can survive forever."

The author has something to say:

Well, I was sent by the company to the head office for training, and I have the internet, but I didn't bring my books... TT

Finally climbed back.

We looked at the company organization for 7 times, and I instantly fell in love with the professor.