[HP] Marriage relationship

In the dark and cramped forest, the moonlight always looks a little pale, and the free-growing trees are waving their devil-like branches and winding upwards. Among the countless stiff and howling corpses, a young figure is dancing in it flexibly, with a magic wand in his hand. From time to time, a bright light burst out.

Draco was leaning calmly on the tree trunk, holding a silver pistol in his right hand, with his thumb resting on the button of the handle, his hand was surrounded by a very faint light golden light, continuously inputting the gun into the gun along his thumb , the light cluster rapidly condensed in the gun barrel looks like it will dissipate at the touch of a touch, but in fact it is very powerful and domineering. It hits the head of the Yin corpse with great accuracy, and the movements are not sloppy, very straightforward.

The light ball disappeared when it touched the head of the infernal corpse. These dark creatures whose skin was so thick that ordinary spells could not break through their skin kept moving forward, but there was only one step. After they took this step, the tiny The light spread from the forehead, spread into a light golden light net and shrouded it. The light flashed for a moment, and then dissipated along with the breeze, along with the body of the corpse, completely disappearing without a trace.

Alan hung on the branch above Draco, relying on the advantage of the terrain to slow down the gathering speed of the corpses. He was still firing powerful spells at the beginning, but later found that it was not necessary at all. Draco could deal with it by himself. They, all he had to do was to allow enough time for Draco to condense his magic power.

So he left the battlefield the next second he felt the magic power stagnate, found the time to jump on the tree, and quickly recovered the magic power that was rapidly draining from his body.

Durmstrang's No. [-] was never a pushy fool.

The pistol used by Draco is the latest research result of the Castei family. It is different from ordinary ones. It consumes the magic power of the user. The stronger the magic power, the greater the power, and the faster the bullet condenses. After being unable to cast the spell, it will automatically condense its magic power to attack. Most wizards will find it very difficult to use and can almost drain all the magic power.

But Draco is obviously a small group of wizards with very strong magic power. He tried it unskilledly from the beginning, and soon became handy.

If he hadn't seen the bad level of Draco's curse, I'm afraid even Alan would be deceived by his indifferent appearance. It has to be said that Draco must be a powerful wizard in the future, but now, he only has this potential.

The training of the Malfoy family has taught him many spells, but he will not be able to use them without hindrance. This requires more practice, just like Durmstrang's twice-yearly trials, which are designed to make students Able to use spells learned daily.

Looking at Draco's level, Alan can be sure that there is absolutely no such thing as trials in British wizarding schools.

If his mana hadn't worn off before, he'd be happy to practice spells with Draco, but there's no way he can keep himself safe while protecting another person right now.

Draco is Alan's fiancé, and the two already have a very close relationship, so he will do his best to protect Draco and train his abilities appropriately.

As for more, it is impossible for him to harm his own interests. Alan is emotionally deficient, not brain deficient.

Alan jumped down from the tree, patted Draco on the shoulder to let him rest, and stepped forward by himself, lowering his wand to the Inferi.

"What's the name of this gun?" Draco relaxed, leaning against the tree trunk and breathing quickly. He looked relaxed, but in fact his back was covered in cold sweat. He grew up under the doting of Lucius and Narcissa. He had never seen such a battle before, and it was just a strange idea of ​​not wanting to be underestimated in front of Alan that supported him and fell to the ground without his legs going weak.

"No name." Alan glanced at Draco and said.

There are only two finished guns of this kind, one belongs to Alan, and the other is in the hands of Audrey. Although the Castei family no longer has Alan’s direct blood relatives, his status in the family is still extraordinary, and most of the family’s resources are also available. In Alan's case, that's why he didn't reject the marriage contract arranged by the family.

After enjoying the privileges given by the family, one has to fulfill one's obligations, and every member of the family has it, so he refused to accept it without reason.

Alan is not a superman. After a spell knocked four or five infernal corpses into the air, his vision was blurred for a moment, and he didn't notice a sinister infernal corpse hiding behind his companion wobbling towards him, and he was just one step away!

Draco, who had been watching him from behind Alan, opened his eyes wide, rushed forward and grabbed Alan's wand, a red light flashed, and the Infernal Corpse was thrown back two steps, and then a light golden bullet hit it accurately chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked angrily.

"..." Alan closed his eyes without answering, and when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't see anything wrong, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Malfoy, why haven't they come yet?"

"I don't know. I sent a message a long time ago. I should have found us a long time ago. It may be delayed by something on the road." Draco looked suspiciously, lingering on Alan's face with uncertainty, especially those pure black pairs Eyes with any emotion.

But just now he clearly saw a touch of green in Alan's eyes, just like the green vertical pupils of the snake on Slytherin's courtyard emblem.

Alan sighed, turned his eyes to the distance, and said: "We have deviated from the direction, we can't stay here for long, first go to Durmstrang's camp with me." Added: "OK?"

Draco pondered for a while, nodded, thinking of Alan's mistake just now, after all, he was trapped here by a group of ghost corpses in order to save himself. Alan stood behind him.

Alan, who has always acted as a protector and is always used to rushing to the front, looked at the thin young man in front of him, and his shoulders that had been tense all the time relaxed slightly.

He didn't know how he felt, but he suddenly remembered his favorite macaron when he was a child. There was an even layer of icing sugar on the outside, and when he bit off the crispy skin with a click, the soft, sweet and fragrant strawberry jam in the filling would flow out. In his mouth, his memories of his childhood were very vague, only the sweet taste, after many years, it was still sweet to the heart.

The suit on Draco's body was stained with mud and stains, and he was inevitably embarrassed, but his steps were very firm and calm. The slender platinum-blond hair fluttered slightly, and there was a sense of beauty that could not be ignored in the mess.

Alan walked behind him, his originally indifferent eyes gradually softened, and he didn't even notice that under the soft eyebrows, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Following the direction of the fire, the two easily found Durmstrang's camp. There were two student-looking boys holding wands at the gate of the camp. One of them raised his wand immediately when he saw Draco, asking Said: "This is Durmstrang's camp, where are you a wizard?"

Draco frowned, the boy looked younger than him, but it gave him a great sense of oppression, which he had never felt when facing Alan.

The wand slipped into his hand in an instant, and Draco hadn't moved yet. Alan stretched out his hand from behind him, and held down the tip of the hawthorn wand. Draco pouted, and turned sideways to reveal Alan behind him.

Alan's body was tightly wrapped in a robe, his temperament was as calm as water, and he looked inconspicuous, but his golden long hair and exquisite appearance clearly showed his identity.

Of course, everyone in Durmstrang didn't know him.

Chief Durmstrang, Alain de Casdeil!

The two boys froze, their eyes turned to fanaticism, and they changed from vigilance to obedience in an instant, and they couldn't hide their joy in their tone: "Senior Kasdey! You are back!"

Alan didn't respond to this, he was obviously used to being stared at like this, he just turned his head, as if asking Draco's opinion, and then the two walked side by side into the camp.

When they walked to the door, one of the brown-haired boys said, "Senior, Senior Krum is in tent No. [-]."

Alan took out his pocket watch and looked at it, nodded to the boy, and led Draco to the direction he pointed.

It was just Krum and the brown-haired girl who helped him back, Hermione Granger, in the tent.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with bringing outsiders into their camp. Although outsiders were not allowed to enter Durmstrang's camp, this was for ordinary wizards. Alan and Krum were in Durmstrang Always the privileged class.

Alan has always been reluctant to say a word to unfamiliar people, and Krum didn't feel it was wrong. He was completely happy to see his friend who had returned safely, but Draco looked embarrassed but not concealed his beauty. The girl snorted lightly, and sat down on the only sofa in the tent without any hesitation.

This tent is obviously just a temporary stop, there are only a few stools inside, and the only sofa is still occupied by Draco. Krum was about to speak, but he spotted the silver gun in Draco's hand .

Even the secret weapon is in the hands of others, what Krum still doesn't understand, Alan and this boy with platinum blonde hair are definitely not in an ordinary relationship, but he and Alan have been friends for several years, and their friendship circle is almost the same. Coincidentally, he had never met Draco.

Everyone was silent, and Draco was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to introduce himself in a lively atmosphere. He recognized Krum, a world-famous star, and wanted to go forward to ask for an autograph. To be honest, he likes Quidditch There is no one who doesn't like Viktor Krum, but out of a certain reserve, he still plays with the weapon in his hand.

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