[HP] Return late

The door to the room was just like the one in the Malfoy tent at the Quidditch World Cup, with Draco's initials engraved in the curly rose pattern.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the palm of the hand holding the wand, but this did not affect Harry's spell performance.

He has long been accustomed to the magic power given to him by another person, and he is as handy as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Well, Harry took a deep breath, and he was going to open Pandora's box.

Then, large patches of blue crashed into his eyes.

The entire room is filled with dense light blue translucent magic factors, which are deep and shallow, fluctuating like water ripples on the surface of a lake under the breeze.The dark place with dense magic power will generate all kinds of strange elves, chirping and reverting to factors in the light-colored place.

He thought he must be seeing some kind of vision.

There are too many unknown things in magic.

Just like what was unfolding in front of you, the living magic, and Draco.

He is the most beautiful existence in this magic room.

Forgive Harry for his lack of vocabulary, even if he is eloquent in parliament and speeches, at this moment he can only describe his lover who meets again beautifully.

It was not the first time Harry had seen Draco's fish tail, unlike before, this was obviously his complete form after awakening.

With tulle-like fin ears and a platinum-gold fishtail reflecting soft light, he lay quietly on the velvet bed dyed blue by the magic light, with his head slightly sideways, with one hand on the Next to the ear, put one hand on the stomach, stretch and relax.

It seemed like his Draco had just fallen into a long magical sleep, like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, who could be woken up with just a kiss.

Five years hadn't left any marks on his body, his face was still the same as he remembered, with some totem-like lines on his cheeks, extending upwards into his pale golden hair.

Harry stood at the door in a daze, surprised, sad, not daring to approach.

Whoever, for whatever purpose, he is grateful for what he sees.So he stood there all the time, obsessed with the figure of his lover, not knowing that it was getting late.

"Good night, family."

A voice interrupted him.

Harry thought that the phantom that suddenly appeared was definitely Lucius, but he was wrong.

There is no doubt that the comer is also a Malfoy, with blond hair and gray eyes, pale skin and a beautiful and delicate face are enough to explain it all.

That face looked too familiar, and Harry was absolutely sure that he had never seen this portrait of Malfoy in the corridor he had just walked through.

"I am Mostimat, the first head of the Malfoy family."

The costume style of the Age of Mythology that can only be seen on Halloween, coupled with that tone and posture, has to be admitted that it is unparalleled.

"Good night, I'm Harry Potter, Draco's companion."

That person is not the pearly white translucent color presented by the ghost, but closer to the increasingly clear Tom Riddle in the diary in memory.He was standing in the blue, holding a black hardcover book that looked like Draco's old Malfoy house rules.

Harry put away his wand, took half a step back and bowed slightly.

"Of course you are, so you can open this door."

Harry didn't know how long this Malfoy had been around, maybe he was under his gaze the moment he entered the manor.

And he was almost certain his guess was right.

"He's been waiting for you. Didn't realize it took you so long to show up."

"Draco... I didn't expect him to be here.".Even a body that doesn't wake up is better than nothing.

"He should be here, transforming from a juvenile to a full body." Mostimat said in a natural tone.

"What's that?" Harry heard his voice trembling, and his mind went blank, only one thought kept amplifying in his mind, Draco was still alive, beside him.

"The growth period, the fusion of godhead and blood, should have taken seven or eighty years or even longer. But he has been asking me to speed up the process." Mostimat narrowed his eyes slightly, that look was too similar to Draco , which is clearly the appearance of Draco after he grows up.No, Harry could clearly tell the difference between them, Draco always had a kind of lazy cuteness when he squinted, not like this person who radiated charm everywhere.

"This is a variant of the acceleration circle. The larva's own protection mechanism will allow him to spend a lot of time sleeping to adjust the fit between the body and the godhead."

"You came too late. An hour earlier, he was still waiting for you to come back for dinner. He would be there at this time of year."

"Why..." Harry approached the head of the bed, looked at Draco's slightly curly pale gold eyelashes, and murmured.Why not tell him that if he knew, no matter where he was or what he was doing, he would come back and wait for him for a long time.

"The entire Malfoy Manor is part of the magic circle, and I don't approve of meeting before the growth period is over." Mostimat quickly answered his questions, and Malfoys can always read people's hearts.

Only his Draco was kind of silly and blindly proud.

"Family, you can feel this power."

"The integration period of the godhead is the most vulnerable time for the larvae, and all of this would have been done in the secret room." Harry knew he hadn't finished speaking.With such a powerful temptation, even the family members may betray.

And Draco had been waiting within his reach.

He thanked Draco for his trust. If there was no blind spot in the direction he was looking for, maybe they would meet earlier.

"I swear in the name of my parents, from now until my death, I will use my life to defend the one I love, as his sword, sweep away all dangers, and as his shield, resist all harm."

After speaking, Harry bent down and kissed Draco's forehead reverently.

He could feel the magic witnessing his oath, echoing and blending with his magic power, as if he had become magic itself.

If he breaks his oath, those magics will burn him to nothing.

Then he heard Mostimat say, "He did not choose the wrong man, God's Favourite."

What an amazing day, Harry thought.It was past Hagrid's visit on his eleventh birthday.

It seemed that he had experienced a Lonsky fake action, and when he was about to hit the ground, he got the best turning point.

Maybe he should thank the goddess of fate for her protection, and then another thought hit him in the next second.

He thought he should go to Diagon Alley to order a super large fish tank, covered with snow-white sand, some soft aquatic plants, sparkling shells and pearls, as well as brightly colored starfish and coral.

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