[HP] Marriage relationship

Complete chaos.

When Alan was woken up from the state of fascination by the loud noise outside, everything got out of hand, which can only be described as complete chaos.

To be honest, he didn't know what was going on. Just a second ago, Alan was sleeping soundly with only his underwear on, holding a philosophy book. He expected to wake up tomorrow morning, but then, a man let out his panic-stricken The loudest roar that can be made at any time, accompanied by the very familiar cry of some kind of dark creature that may not appear here at all.

Alan was dazed for a moment, and immediately jumped up from the comfortable sofa, put on his robe as quickly as possible, opened the tent door and ran out, not even caring that he was only stepping on a pair of white socks.

The moment he opened the door, he seemed to have entered another world. He ran directly into the battlefield from a stable and quiet space. The hillside he was on was almost full of wizards who came from abroad to watch the game. The final ended half an hour ago. , most of them are now on their way to the camp, and they are expected to arrive within 10 minutes, but a group of menacing corpses hidden in the dark suddenly appeared, and many people were injured by surprise, but fortunately Most adult wizards quickly picked up their wands after reacting. There are not many ghosts in this group, and it is only a matter of time before they are resolved.

The most tragic thing was the camp separated by a small forest. Most of them were ordinary British wizards. In addition to the Muggles who hadn't had time to leave, countless people fled in a hurry, their terrified voices Everyone could hear clearly here, the burning tents were soaring into the sky, illuminating the bewildered appearance of the crowd.

Alan stood at the door of the tent, his eyes that automatically turned into vertical pupils at night allowed him to see the scene beyond the small forest without any effort, but he had no intention of rushing forward, he had no obligation to save people, facing this situation In this case, he only needs to protect himself.

Creatures like yin corpses are summoned and controlled by black magic. They have no life, soul, or thought, and no pain. They can only bite and scratch according to human instinct and follow human breath.

Alan once confronted them once, and that was the only time he almost lost his life in the trial. The dark and wet swamp was the favorite place for Inferi to stay. Krum, who had only planned to collect medicinal materials in the Yin Corpse Cave, accidentally disturbed them. The two young wizards, who were exhausted at the time, almost ran for more than ten miles before escaping.

The most troublesome thing about infernal corpses is removing their perverted outer skin, and the highly poisonous poison that fills every part of the body. The strong corrosive venom can corrode the hardest stone into a big pit, let alone the most delicate skin. Delicate human skin.

"Victor!" Alan's heart sank, thinking that his friend must still be stagnant in the competition field, he pulled out his wand from his boots and ran down the hillside along the nearest path before he could think about it.

Thanks to his eyes, which were comparable to infrared detectors, Alan didn't need to light up his wand to see the way, and he avoided becoming the target of the Inferi before he found Viktor.

The forest is full of wizards running around, and the corpses are highly excited at night, and the frightened wizards have no way to fight back. In addition, there are a group of strange wizards in black cloaks in the camp outside the forest. With the hood in his hand, pointing neatly forward with his wand in his hand, he murmured in unison.

Alan was almost sure at a glance that they were wizards manipulating the Nether Corpse, because they couldn't act autonomously far away from their lairs, and the British would never be so stupid as to build a gymnasium near the Nether Corpse's lair.

"Victor——" Alan put on a hood to cover his dazzling blond hair at night, while searching the crowd carefully for traces of his friend, "Krum—"

"Where's Krum?" ran past a Durmstrang boy whom Alan had met at school, on the Quidditch team.

"Just in front! With an English girl—" The black-haired boy avoided a spell very flexibly, and the freckles on his face were glowing with excitement, and said: "I really say that although the Bulgarian team lost , but Krum caught the Snitch!"

"Lan Qi is in front to meet you." Alan threw a few iron armor curses on him, and ran towards the direction he pointed. The increasingly thick smell of blood in the air and the screams of the people around made his steps heavier and heavier. It was almost impossible to restrain the blood boiling in the body.

"Alan! My God, I almost lost sight of you!" Krum's voice shook Alan's spirits. He heard the familiar voice, and immediately relaxed his tense spirit, and hurried to his friend. .

Krum also wanted to come quickly, but his foot was injured, and he was barely supported by a younger brown-haired girl beside him.

"What's the matter?" Alan frowned immediately when he saw the weakness of his friend who was usually strong enough to fight a bull. The appearance, coupled with the very oppressive height, almost made a few little wizards breathless.

"I accidentally sprained it." Krum smiled wryly, his handsome face was still bleeding from several wounds.

No way, the wizards of Durmstrang are uniformly not very proficient in healing spells, and there are a few young British wizards around, they are still too young.

"Krum is here to save me. I was almost hit by a falling tent, thanks to his quick response," the brown-haired girl blinked and looked at Krum apologetically, seeing that Alan was directly addressing Krum. Lumu asked, hurriedly taking the words to himself.

Alan turned his head, and the unemotional vertical pupils looked over. Seeing that his friend was silent, Krum introduced, "This is Miss Hermione Granger, an Englishman."

Alan nodded, and turned around uninterestedly to open the way. Krum had long been accustomed to his friend's weird personality, and explained to Hermione in a low voice.

It may be because of the relationship between those parade wizards on this road, there are only a few ghost corpses wandering around, Alan led them carefully through the past, until they reached the forest, the crowd was even bigger than when they came all the way just now Chaos, voices calling names everywhere.

Alan cast several protective spells on Krum in one breath, until the strong boy with a sprained foot knocked an Inferi away with his wand.

"Look, my magic power is fine, it's just that it's a bit difficult to move, you—" Before Krum finished speaking, he suddenly heard Alan's steady breathing, and a few spells flashed out of his wand, directly turning the incantation An infernal corpse in the distance hit each other!

The Yin Corpse didn't seem to be able to feel the big hole in its chest. It roared and moved towards the direction of the attack. The blood, which was similar to strong acid, dripped to the ground, corroding the circling tree roots into several big holes, braving black Smoke, the unpleasant smell so many people couldn't help covering their mouths and noses and took a few steps back quickly.

"Go back to the camp!" Alan pushed Krum, turned around and ran towards the infernal corpse.

"Let's go." Krum knew that it was useless to stay here, and Alan would definitely protect himself. With Hermione's support, he quickly walked to the rest area where the outline could already be seen.

Alan ran around the Yin Corpse, and almost hugged a person in his arms to escape the attack. The two rolled awkwardly on the ground for several times before hitting the tree trunk and stopping.

"Malfoy."

Alan could hear his heart beating. He hugged the slender boy in his arms tightly. For the first time, he felt the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe. If he hadn't glanced to the side, if it hadn't been for that one glance!

Could he still see Draco?

"What a novel experience, Alan, hugging and rolling on the grass..." The lazy boy's voice sounded, Draco raised his eyes, brushed his right hand from behind Alan's back and clasped it behind his head, with a hint of a smile The voice said: "Besides being in bed with you, this is the first time for me."

"Do you know..." Alan whispered: "Its claws almost caught you, and the venom on it will cripple you."

"There are also squibs, but then I will choose to kill myself." Draco raised his eyebrows, looked at Alan with misty peach blossom eyes under the moonlight, and said, "You saved my life, dear Fiance, my savior."

Alan pursed his lips, not quite used to his gaze, turned his head and said, "This is my duty."

"Obligation?" Draco asked back as if he heard a joke, and said with a smile, "Does it count if you die with me?"

The wizards screamed all around, distant and approaching, none of which had anything to do with them, Alan straightened up and stood up, covering Draco with his hands behind his back, carefully looking around and smelling the smell of living people The ghosts slowly gathered around.

Draco is a bit shorter than Alan, and he looks very safe when he is tightly guarded behind Alan. He is not the kind of idiot who is overwhelmed. He has almost no fighting power and staying behind Alan is the best choice. , Standing up has no use other than distracting Alan.

"I sent a message to Dad half an hour ago, and he will be here in about 10 minutes," Draco put his chin on Alan's shoulder, and his affectionate tone was the same as usual, with a bit of coquettishness Feeling: "It's not heroic to be gnawed to death by a ghost corpse, I'm afraid of pain—"

Alan is very aware of his abilities. He lost too much mana just now. It is difficult for him to cast a death-killing curse. Of course, the killing-killing curse has no effect on the infernal corpse that was originally lifeless.

"Malfoy, can you use a gun?" Alan asked.

"Oh, of course, dear, my shooting class is full marks." Seeing that Alan just looked at the infernal corpse in front of him blankly, Draco licked his lips, and a malicious light flashed quickly, lying on his stomach. He whispered softly in Alan's ear, "But I only shot you."

After finishing speaking, he blew into Alan's ear, lightly sweeping over the sensitive pinna like a feather.

No matter how calm Alan was, he couldn't help blushing at this moment, and his neck, which was as long as white jade, turned into an attractive red.

"Am I not right?" Draco's voice was extremely innocent. If it wasn't a matter of life and death, and if they weren't surrounded by a group of ghosts, he would definitely drag Alan to roll in the open air in this forest.

You know, the nobles have always had no integrity, and they are the same when they grew up under the influence of their ears and eyes.

Alan silently took out a delicate silver pistol from his arms and handed it to Draco behind him. The pistol was very beautiful, it looked like an expensive work of art, and the barrel was engraved with intricate patterns. The rune, twisted into the shape of the Crest of the Castells.

Draco was fiddling with the pistol that was no bigger than a palm in his hand under the moonlight. The pistol was generally regarded as a Muggle thing by default. Only wizards from Germany would modify and use it without any scruples. This pistol and The guns in the traditional sense are different. It has neither a clip nor a trigger, but a rectangular button on the top of the handle.

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