Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Drake?Malfoy, once the only son of the Malfoy family, and now the eldest son of the Malfoy family, received the Slytherin prefect badge in fifth grade without incident.Originally, he should have been happy to pick the one who neither disturbed the private affairs of the two fathers nor disturbed their official business, scooped up the badge for them to see, and said proudly: "The next target is the president of the student union, and the next target is the official of the Ministry of Magic. , the highest goal is to become the youngest Minister of Magic at the age of 15--Father, you can retire early."

Malfoy should be like this, but Draco didn't have the slightest enthusiasm for doing so, or he was no longer interested in the power, glory and status that the prefect badge brought him.

Is it because he is used to the glory brought by two fathers, so he is not interested in this little prefect badge?But it wasn't right, after all, what belonged to fathers belonged to fathers, and although a prefect was too insignificant compared to them, it belonged to him and was truly in his hands.So, what happened to him?

Drake, who was holding the badge in a daze, suddenly lightened his hand and lowered his head. He was horrified to find that Mikael was stuffing the badge into his mouth!

"Merlin! Mikael!" Draco screamed, trying to scoop out the badge, but Mikael, who was startled, closed his mouth and clicked. The badge with a long history, even worn by the Dark Lord, simply It broke into two neatly—who made this little guy have a real dragon mouth and dragon teeth?

"Brother?" Mikael spat out the half badge with saliva in his mouth, scooped up half of it with one hand and stretched it out to Draco, his big watery eyes blinked innocently, obviously he knew what he did wrong It's over.

"It's okay, give it to me, I'll go to the fathers to see if they can glue the badge on, you go and play. But remember, don't stuff the mess in your mouth again!" How does the good brother Draco Maybe blame your lovely brother?He took the badge and waved his hand indifferently.

Mikael stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran away quickly.

In the end, Drake's badge couldn't be glued properly. After all, this thing is not only a dead object, but also an alchemical item with a contract inside.The prefects of the four Hogwarts houses are higher than ordinary students and lower than professors. They enjoy special treatment in school accommodation, food, etc., but at the same time, they also shoulder the responsibility of connecting students and professors, organizing Classmates, protecting junior students and so on.The badge is the contract they signed with Hogwarts, and Drake's badge was damaged, and the magic contract in it was also destroyed. This thing can't be repaired by Quirrell.

Fortunately, the current Hogwarts headmaster is Drake's godfather, so they can go through the back door.However, in view of the fact that this matter was caused by Draco himself—although Mikael was the one who spoke, Mikael was too young to be responsible, so Draco, who was not optimistic about his own things, was fully responsible—so, Lucius and Qi Lodu refused to go to Snape's house with him, and just stuffed Floo powder into his hand and left it alone.

Drake sadly went to Spider's End Alley, interrupting his godfather's making of a pot of precision potion. After being scolded, after getting the new badge, Snape said: "No." and returned to his cauldron went aside.Behind him, Draco, clutching the Floo powder, suddenly realized that he didn't want to go home that much, although there was his lovely dragon brother at home, and the even cuter little Malfoy princess.

After hesitating for a while, when the Floo powder spilled into the fireplace, what Draco yelled was: "Diagon Alley!"

It is so lively here every year, and with the increase of wizard population, there is a trend of getting more and more lively.The Malfoy family is always conspicuous, especially when his two fathers are prominent, Draco is even more conspicuous.People on the street either hid from a distance and pointed at him, or bowed down to salute him when they passed by, and even boldly brought their children to him to introduce him.Drake finally realized that even if he went to Diagon Alley, he couldn't find the feeling he wanted, and it would only make him more irritable.

Trying to maintain aristocratic etiquette and drive away those annoying guys, Draco ran into the coffee shop on the side of the road.He hadn't eaten anything all morning, but he wasn't hungry at all. Looking at the menu slowly, he finally asked for a glass of orange juice to the attentive waiter.

Holding the orange juice and continuing to be in a daze, Drake knew that he had everything since he was born. When the current Dark Lord Quirrell became his other father in the actual sense, this feeling became even stronger.He was indeed proud and happy about it, but when he was kidnapped during the Christmas holiday of the third grade and met that person, the original sense of satisfaction disappeared instantly.

Draco turned the straw, unconsciously stirring the orange juice.The previous Dark Lord, Gellert?Grindelwald, the current Hogwarts Potions Professor & Slytherin Head Green?Walter, Draco knew, "seemed" to be in love with him.It stands to reason that Malfoy only wants the best, and Grindelwald obviously meets this point, not to mention that his father can have the current Dark Lord, so why can't his son have the predecessor?

"Ah~" Draco sighed, he knew that although he wanted to think so, things would definitely not develop as he expected... Even when he recalled how they got along in the secret room, how ambiguous they thought, but in fact But that person only regarded him as a playful toy for a while.

Pour all the orange juice into his mouth in one gulp? p>Imagine that the sweet and sour taste is the father's wine he once drank secretly.Then he put Lai П on the table with a bang, and Draco dropped the change and left. He didn't notice that there were two men who had been staring at him in the corner, and after he got up, they also followed?p>

Drake strode forward, but gradually felt something wrong, his feet were obviously stepping on the ground, but they seemed to be stepping on cotton, and his eyes were sometimes dark, and sometimes they were full of silver stars.Standing against the wall for a while, Draco finally regained the vigilance of a Malfoy and noticed the stalker, but it seemed a bit late.In front was the shop belonging to Malfoy's family, but he was so weak that he couldn't even call for help.

But is it just sitting there waiting to die?

Drake reached out and grabbed the people around him. He was confident that no one would not know who the current Minister of Magic was, and no one would ignore the Minister's son's plea for help.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

The voice was a bit familiar, and Draco raised his head, trying to focus his out-of-focus eyes on the other person, and then he saw the man who was still talking about it just now.Is it hallucinations produced by drugs?Or was he really such a coincidence that he caught him in one catch?

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Draco tilted his head, and fell into the arms of the visitor.Opening his eyes again, what Draco saw was a strange ceiling, and then he found himself lying on a sofa in a strange living room.Drake felt no discomfort in his body, and obviously he was not restricted, which means he was saved.But the person who saved him was too stingy, right?Even the bed is stingy, let him lie in this kind of place.

"Are you awake, little one?" The blond man in beige home clothes came over with a glass of milk.

"It's really you?!" Draco's eyes widened, and a subconscious smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.This is the first time in several years that they have met in private. Before that, he and Grindelwald only communicated between students and professors.

The 15-year-old's heartfelt smile was dazzling, and even Grindelwald was taken aback for a moment, but he was not fascinated, but wondered why the little Malfoy was so happy to see him.

"I've already owled Malfoy Manor, and someone will come to pick you up soon." Grindelwald sat on the single sofa next to him, and then... picked up the cup and milk.

Drake was a little depressed, he thought the milk was for him: "Do the vampires drink other things besides human blood?"

"Of course, it's just that it can't be used by the body, but I like the taste of milk." Because of drinking milk, Grindelwald's mouth became white, which made him look a little funny, but he quickly wiped it with a napkin Mouth clean.When he looked up, he found that the boy was looking at him almost greedily.

"You want milk too?"

"No..." Draco blushed a little because his eyes were exposed. After all, he was just a young Malfoy. He lowered his head, but after gritting his teeth, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at him, "I'm just happy to see that you are different It looks very charming." Drake felt that he was a little too un-Malfoy to Grindelwald in the past, and he should fight for it if he wants it, which should be what he should do!

Grindelwald didn't think there was anything charming about having a white beard around his mouth, but he obviously understood what the boy meant: "What is this? To please? Or to flirt?"

"All."

Grindelwald smiled, stood up and rubbed Draco's platinum head: "Little guy, I don't have what you want here."

"Do you know what I want, Mr. Grindelwald?" Draco slapped his hands on his head angrily. He was born more than 100 years earlier than him, and the gap cannot be made up.

"You are learning from your father, Mr. Malfoy. But I'm sorry, I will always be a poor professor teaching at Hogwarts. I am no longer Gellert? Grindelwald, please stop doing that Call me." The reborn Walter looked at the boy mockingly.

"If I really want to be like my father, then instead of seducing you, I should climb into the bed of the current Duke of Darkness." Draco stood up, although he still needed to look up at him, but it was better than being rubbed at any time. Possession of the head, "Or do you lack self-confidence to the point that, without power, status, and money, you're useless enough to attract anyone? Mr. Walter."

"So, that means you're attracted to me, little guy?" Grindelwald squeezed Draco's chin so hard that Draco frowned, "Smug little thing, So tell me, what do you want from me, is it love or sex? If it's the former, then you'd better stop pestering me immediately and get out of my house, or your father will lose one of their My son. If it’s the latter, I don’t mind giving you a noble enlightenment education for you.”

Whether it was shame or anger, Draco blushed again.He wanted to shake off the hand that was gripping his chin, and get out of this place.But he was unwilling to give up at this point, and the young man was always impulsive and confident. Drake firmly believed that as long as they had a chance to get along for a long time, then one day he could really get this person.

"I choose two."

"..." Draco's choice was obviously beyond Grindelwald's expectations. He froze for a moment, and then smiled strangely, "Okay, see you after school starts."