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The warm palm brushed gently, powerful and fiery, which is the best sign of exuberant vitality.

Lucius moved his eyes, struggling to open his heavy eyelids.

Looking up, I saw a pair of dark green eyes like a green lake, and those eyes were full of love, tenderness and concern, which also soaked into my heart like flowing water.

"Clay..." Lucius heard himself whispering hoarsely and almost lost his voice.

"I'm here, honey." Soft kisses fell like light feathers, touching the palms and backs of his hands, and the golden head leaned attached to Lucius' shoulder.

"I'm so tired." Lucius' lips moved, and he swallowed hard, but his voice still couldn't come out.

"That's for sure, isn't this sick? I tell you not to stay at home, but to join in the fun of Xiaolong!" After years of companionship, Lucius has already been able to read Lucius' words just by the shape of his lips.The man's love and pity for him even made the blame infiltrate deep distress, "You know that there is a fierce epidemic in the wizarding world recently, and you don't avoid it. It is because you have a potion master at home, so you are unscrupulous Isn't it? You can't do this! Huh? Look! Now suffer!"

Lucius couldn't help but smile at the man's complaint, but he didn't take the man's commonplace talk to heart.The man's hair rubbed against the palm of Lucius, itching, a smile floated to the corner of his mouth, but was suppressed by the bitterness rising from the bottom of his heart: "Am...will I die?"

"Yes, for sure. Who won't die?" the man affirmed without hesitation, "but not now, Luke. The virus of this disease will almost stop your magic cycle, haven't you tried to stop the magic cycle before?" Is it the same as now? That's why you feel so tired. Just take a good rest and drink the potion for a few days. Believe me, huh?" The man's voice was gentle and calm, as if strangely With reassuring magic.

Lucius nodded, then closed his eyes feebly, feeling tired from looking at everything.

"Luke, don't scare me..." The man carefully brushed over every corner of Lucius' face, earnestly and carefully, as if he felt guilty because he couldn't help speaking loudly just now, and his tone became low : "If I die, I will die first, don't worry."

"You're not even 40 years old, why are you dead?" Lucius frowned, moved his fingers, and turned his face towards the man, but didn't open his eyes.Just trying to speak.

"You were the one who said it first!" The man's voice seemed a little bit aggrieved, but soon softened, "Dumbledore is almost two hundred and still alive and kicking, how can it be your turn? People are sick. Sometimes it is easy to be defensive and fragile. You just think too much. Rest at ease!"

"You're so fragile!" Lucius retorted unwillingly, and moved his fingers again, but he still couldn't raise his hand.

"Okay, okay, it's my weak heart. Don't worry about it, take a rest." The man took the struggling hand distressedly, and wrapped it in his palm seriously, "Don't worry, no matter where you are or what you're in In such a situation, I will chase after you relentlessly. Don't try to get rid of me!"

Whenever Clarence said these things, Lucius would always refute a few words out of embarrassment.But at this moment, Lucius felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak, his lips parted slightly, and the struggling vibration deep in his throat only turned into a soft "OK...".

******

"This is the last chance to choose. Use your soul sacrifice to save this lost soul. Are you sure?" The thin silver mist rising from the palm gradually enveloped the interlocking hands until the charming starlight blocked it a little bit. All eyes from the outside world.An indifferent voice without the slightest ups and downs sounded in Clarence's mind.

The fingers gently and carefully slid across every inch of the haggard sleeping face, nostalgic and lingering, as if what the fingertips touched was the most intoxicating treasure in the world: "I'm sure."

"If he can't meet the completion conditions of the contract generation, your souls will be decayed. You will also lose everything you have now."

A kiss was lightly placed on the thin lips. The cool touch caused a flash of pain in Clarence's eyes very quickly. He was unwilling to take his eyes off this person's face for a moment, as if he wanted to use his eyes to draw This person's face is imprinted in the bottom of my heart.The last kiss fell on the left hand held by him, and Clarence's tone was loving and firm: "He will find me."

The vine tattoos entwining the two bodies split inch by inch with the words, like thousands of flowers blooming at the same time but withering instantly, leaving only flying flowers.The two bodies clinging to each other are like ink paintings that have been drowned by water, and finally disappear without a trace as the magic ripples wash away.

Those who stood outside the door hung their heads and felt the last trace of magic disappear at the same time, and tears fell silently from their faces.

******

The coolness and light under the green shadows are revealed in the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.The room with transparent windows is extremely bright in the charming light golden sunlight.The breeze that dissipated the sweltering heat of summer got into the window, and also brushed the profile of the sleeping person in the room.

The small but extremely ordinary afternoon sounds came from the ears, disturbing the man's sleep, the brows were wrinkled, the end of the eyes trembled slightly, and then a pair of eyes with a slightly foggy and empty expression after waking up appeared, but in a blink of an eye In a short time, he regained his usual coolness and sharpness.

The sound that should not have disturbed his sleep aroused Lucius' vigilance, and he subconsciously wanted to hold the wand in his hand, but the wand that was usually within reach now felt empty!

This is impossible!

Reflexively wanted to prop up his body and sit up straight, but the smooth movement surprised Lucius again.

This arm, this body, is too light!Lucius' eyes widened in surprise.At this moment, I can't feel the stagnation and powerlessness of my body that was almost terminally ill before I fell asleep just now!

Looking at the white cotton quilt covering his body, Lucius frowned even more.

If his illness was so severe that Clarence and Snape couldn't suppress it, and he had to live in St. Mungo's for treatment, then when was he moved here? How could he not feel at all?

And his current body can't feel the weakness when he was sick at all, so it should be fine, but if he is fine, shouldn't he go home?

A series of questions hadn't been resolved yet, Lucius, who was thinking with his head down, noticed his hand.

A pair of unfamiliar hands lifted up because of the consciousness in his mind, so white, delicate, and tender.

This is not right either!

Although Lucius has been using the best maintenance items because of his long-term dominance in the wizarding world.However, no matter how well maintained it is, it is impossible for my hands to be so white and tender. These are clearly the hands of a teenager.Unless he drank age-reducing potions or compound potions, it was absolutely impossible for him to have such hands.

Where in the world had Clarence got him?

Subconsciously mobilized the magic power in his body, but he couldn't sense it.

But if the magic cycle is still stagnant, shouldn't he still be tired and weak?Where is the feeling of ease now?

What didn't match the tension and panic in his heart was the tranquility and loneliness in the surrounding environment.

what on earth is it?

"Clay, where are you?"

So many strange things happened to him one after another, even the head of the Malfoy family would subconsciously look for traces of his lover at this moment.

However, no response.

Lucius looked up, looking at his environment for the first time.

Decorated in beige tones, a lot of furniture is placed in the not-so-large room, messy!

This is definitely not St. Mungo's ward.

Turning around, when the soles of both feet stepped on the solid ground, a weird paper-like touch rose from the soles of the feet.Every step he took in front of the mirror, Lucius felt like he was stepping on clouds.

In the mirror, a face that seemed to be familiar but extremely strange was looking at him with a puzzled, vigilant and somewhat weak eyes.

At first glance, Lucius thought he had been given a shrinking potion by Clarence and returned to his teenage appearance.But if you look closely, it's not the same thing at all.

The same light blond long hair, the same light gray eyes, but it is not the cold and arrogant face that was originally recognized.There are subtle differences in the details of the eyebrows and facial contours, and the final combination makes Lucius feel full of disobedience.

Looking carefully at the face in the mirror, there seemed to be a trace of uneasiness that was well hidden in the eyes.Putting such unfriendly eyes on that fair, delicate face with well-defined features but soft lines, it will not be annoying at all, but it has a kind of affectionate feeling like a wounded kitten.

When this thought slipped through the bottom of his heart, Lucius was instantly shocked by himself and his hairs stood on end.

However, this feeling of falling into an ice cellar made Lucius laugh.In the clear laughter unique to young people, there is a strange sense of vicissitudes.Emotions of understanding, contempt, ridicule and anger turned his eyes alternately.

When the thin threads of feeling filled the gap between the soul and body, Lucius couldn't help smiling in the mirror.

Even though there are many wonderful effects of magic, it does not include the current situation.

Because Clarence told all about his past life experiences, the possibility of time travel instantly appeared in Lucius' mind.When the most likely answer in his intuition was in front of him, the feeling of instant comprehension made Lucius connect all the unusual details before he "fallen asleep".

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, revealing a sense of clarity and emptiness, that man always likes to use well-intentioned deception to prevent him from understanding things that might upset him.

It's just that something like death can be erased by deception, or even disappear in smoke?

Before Lucius got out of the memories of the past, there was a faint burning smell coming from the tip of his nose, which caught his attention.