What the hell are you thinking? !

When he almost desperately wanted to use death to escape the pain of reality, the boy who slowly stretched out his hand towards him in the golden sunlight made him feel the temperature of the human body for the first time, it was so warm, from then on, he I fell in love with the temperature of this young man.

He knew that he was too dependent on Asa, and that kind of attachment, in the eyes of others, might already be called pathological, but so what?He only knew that Asa was the first person who reached out to him, the first person who saved him from the cold reality, and the first person who patiently taught himself how to behave in the world. Will I still meet someone who treats me well in my own world, Asa, he will always be the most important person to me, the most important, more important than anyone else, anyone!

When he was young, when he was abused and beaten by his aunt and uncle, he would secretly cry thinking about his parents, thinking that if his parents had not died, he would be very happy, thinking that if his parents were still alive At that time, in the pain, what he thought of most was his parents, but when the aunt's family abused him beyond his limit, he couldn't help feeling angry at his parents. Resentment, why did you abandon him and let him struggle in this world alone to live a life that is worse than a beast?Why not take him with you?Why? !He knew it shouldn't be like this, he couldn't feel resentment towards his parents, it was wrong, their parents didn't intentionally leave him behind, but no matter how he comforted himself, he still couldn't make his heart distorted by despair Don't hate, just like that, hate day after day, year after year, hate parents, hate aunt, hate God, hate... myself.

At this moment, Asa appeared, with a warm halo on his back, plain clothes, and the same thin body, with a smile, he stretched out his hand towards him, and put his hand on Asa's palm timidly. When he was held tightly by that little hand, the temperature made him unable to hold back his hatred. He hugged Asa and cried hard. It turned out that such a He could also be saved, and from that moment on, Asa completely replaced all the desires in his heart.

Later, he knew that Asa, like himself, was abandoned from birth, and he was the only one left in the world. It turned out that Asa, like himself, also had the ability to be called a monster. However, Asa It's also different from me. I'm also alone, but I can keep a warm smile, warming myself and others. I also have monster-like abilities but don't panic after discovering them. I bury this secret with my own ability. Of all people, Asa, is different.

He knows that he is not as important to Asa as Asa is to him. In Asa's heart, there are people who are more important than him. Asa is not the most important, but, Asa Asa Asa, you will always be the most important person to me, it has nothing to do with love or anything else, just, the most important...

The author has something to say: This is today, so, because Qianqian usually writes it on the same day, it is impossible to post it together, uh, maybe the two chapters will be posted together in the evening, so everyone don’t worry if Qianqian is not more satisfied today Three chapters~~

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47. Asa's emotional nerves are triggered for the first time...

"Excuse me, can I sit here? The other cars are full!"

An abrupt question broke the silence in the small carriage. Seeing Asa frowning in discomfort, Harry felt somewhat dissatisfied with the visitor who hadn't had time to see his face clearly. He lowered his voice and turned his gaze to The red-haired, freckled boy at the door.

"Could you please lower your voice?"

Obviously, the red-haired freckled boy also found his recklessness, and his face suddenly caught up with his hair color, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was sleeping!"

Although he knew that the boy had lowered his voice, Harry felt that it was still too loud, and was about to say something more when he was interrupted by Asa's movement.

"Hmm..." Asa groaned in discomfort, opened his sore eyes, raised his head from Harry's shoulders, and sat up straight again, "Harry, it's okay, I'm already awake Please sit down, there is no one else here." The latter sentence was addressed to the red-haired intruder, rubbing his throbbing forehead, Asa let himself wake up, in fact, when the red-haired boy came to the carriage He had already woken up, and he couldn't sleep soundly because of the strange smell, and if he wasn't too tired this time, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly in front of Harry.

The red-haired boy sat across from them, his face had returned to normal, he spoke actively, his tone was familiar, without the slightest shyness, his obvious Gryffindor personality.

"By the way, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley, how about you?"

"Asa De La Moore."

"Harry Potter."

Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and his tone was curious, "So, is that true? I mean you really have, have..." Ron gestured to his forehead Over there, because of his excitement, his actions were a bit ridiculous.

Harry asked, "What?"

Ron said in a soft voice that seemed afraid of being heard, "That scar..."

"This one?" Harry lifted his forehead hair, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

"It's so cool!"

Ron's tone and expression are obviously admiration and envy for heroes, as well as the shallow jealousy that he didn't even realize. The red-haired boy never thought that the title of hero was paid for with the lives and efforts of his parents. In exchange for blood, for the hero himself, this title may be the sorrow of red.

On the other side, Asa was studying carefully, staring at the scar, um, it is said that there is a smallest piece of Voldy in it?

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Ron kept talking in the carriage, but all he talked to was Harry, a hero in the wizarding world, and Asa was inadvertently left out by him. Harry had a deep feeling for Ron's behavior. Dissatisfied, he was a little perfunctory to Ron's question, but Asa didn't feel much. To be honest, he didn't appreciate Gryffindor's enthusiasm very much. It's better to have a moderate distance between people.

"Asa!"

With obvious joy, the little platinum nobleman appeared at the door of the carriage. Although his face still had that proud look on his face, there was an unconcealable joy in those silver-gray eyes.

"Draco!" Asa stood up and walked to the door, "Come in and sit down and talk, uh, there are these two." Asa looked at the two tall and strong boys behind Draco .

"This is Goyle and Crabbe." Draco introduced to Asa.

"Hi, Goyle, Crabbe, I'm Asa."

"You, hello!" Seemed to be a little overwhelmed by Asa's greetings, the two boys stuttered and rubbed their heads, looking silly, but Asa didn't mind their stuttering, but, from the beginning At the beginning, he was very puzzled, what kind of education did these two people receive at home? Why didn't Mao learn the noble habit of smirking anytime, anywhere?

After stepping into the carriage, Draco saw Ron in the carriage at this moment. As for the Harry who hated each other, Draco ignored him from the beginning.

Malfoy and Weasley, these two surnames are well known in the wizarding world, the wealth and beauty of the Malfoy family, the high efficiency of childbirth in the Weasley family (囧), one is a pure blood nobleman, the other One is a pure-blood traitor considered by all pure-blood nobles; one is a Death Eater who follows the Dark Lord, and the other is a staunch supporter of Dumbledore, so the hostile relationship between each other is also very easy It has been established, especially after Weasley took the lead in searching Malfoy Manor several times, Lucius and Arthur Weaslet have completely become old enemies. And disappearing, on the contrary, flowed smoothly into the blood of the next generation, just like the current Draco and Ron, at the first glance, it was already determined that they hated each other, very annoying!

"You don't have to ask, I know who you are? My dad told me that the Weasleys are all redheaded, freckled, and never more children than they can afford!"

"What did you say?" Ron suddenly stood up, his face flushed.

"Oh, did I say something wrong?" Draco had learned seven or eight points of Lucius's emphasis at this time, his chin slightly raised, and he drew a long tone, which actually strengthened the irony in the words Three points, and his eyes began to scan Ron's face, "It's always second-hand, oh no, maybe it's the old school robes that are four-handed or five-handed, and the textbooks, I don't know how many generations have been passed down, maybe, you should Be careful not to break it, and when your little Weasleys show up, you can tell them it's your family heirloom."

"You—" Ron's face almost surpassed the color of his hair, "You bloody skunk!"

So, the one who blushed didn't know that Ron was alone. Draco's fair face was dyed crimson, and he was so angry that he was a child after all. Of course, it was impossible to keep calm after being scolded.