[HP] Marriage relationship

When you get down to it, time flies by unknowingly. When almost no one reacts or is ready, the selection of the Durmstrang delegation begins.

In the past few days, all the young wizards in Durmstrang have racked their brains to prepare for the spells they are good at, almost as serious as the two weeks before the final exam.

But two days ago, the notice board announced a news that the members of the delegation could only be composed of seventh grade students. As soon as the news came out, the lower grades wailed everywhere, but the upper grades naturally laughed, because it meant that their chances were even greater. A little bigger.

And wizards like Alan and Krum, who occupy the top ranks of Durmstrang's rank list all the year round, have never worried that they will lose the election. It stands to reason that they all have established places, but for the sake of fairness, they will still be like Like all students, tickets to the representative team are obtained through selection.

The night before the trials began, Alan was alone in the dormitory studying a playbook borrowed from the library and said to be from the Muggle world.

Ordinarily, this kind of thing would not appear in Durmstrang. It was probably a bad taste of a certain librarian. Alan, who just opened the book with the purpose of killing time, was fascinated by it all at once, and even had dinner. It was settled in the dormitory.

He sat upright on the chair in front of the desk, and beside him was a useless candle that was obviously only for decoration. The faint light from the candle was reflected on the smooth side face of the blond boy, revealing several layers of emptiness. film.

At this moment, the double-sided mirror that was as quiet as an ordinary mirror that had been placed by the desk all this time suddenly shone with white light, and the gems of various colors inlaid with rose patterns on the back of the double-sided mirror also shone faintly. Zhisheng directly covered the light of the candle.

Alan was almost blinded by this intense glare. He blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the clear eyes under the eyelashes of the same color as his hair were covered with a layer of water, glowing a little. Red blood, looks like being bullied.

He put down the pages of the book in his hand, turned the mirror around, and was facing a very familiar face. The short platinum-blond hair and the flamboyant and handsome appearance made him stunned.

"Malfoy?"

"Why, don't you know me after a few days?" The boy on the other side of the mirror chuckled, and swiped his fingers a few times on the mirror, as if drawing a circle along some outline.

"I know." Alan replied obediently, of course he remembered Draco, and he had a deep memory.

Draco laughed, his gaze fell on the book under Alan's hands, and he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Book." Alan found himself saying a superfluous answer. He noticed that Draco's eyes seemed to have a smile on them, even those beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the gray-blue pupils were staring straight at the pages of the book. A sentence drawn with a pen.

"Draw what?" Draco yawned lazily.

He didn't realize that his curiosity had crossed the line at all. After all, no one would insist on asking about what another person was doing, especially if the two were not that familiar.

But Alan obviously didn't realize Draco's domineering tone, of course, even if he realized he didn't care, he shook his head obediently and read that sentence out.

"You are spirit, and I am flesh. When you approach me, my soul will be revived." His voice was in the process of transforming from a teenager to a young man, and there was a hint of deepness in the clarity, and the timbre was very moving, but But there is no emotion in the words, dry and rigid.

Draco hummed softly, tapped his fingers unconsciously on the wooden handrail next to him, and said slowly, "Spell."

"No, it's a Muggle book," said Alan.

"Oh—" Draco raised his voice, his face full of disdain, "Muggles."

"Are you coming to England this term? Alan." Alan had just closed the book when Draco asked again.

He looked indifferent, but he kept aiming at Alan's face from the corner of his eye.

"Not yet." Alan replied. Of course, according to his level, he will definitely get the quota, but there are always some unpredictable factors. The final result has not come out, so he is not too sure. "Tomorrow is the trial .”

Draco laughed. He was already good-looking. When he laughed, his eyebrows were completely stretched, and his facial features were full of joy. "Alan, don't you believe in your level?"

Alan gave him a strange look, and wanted to say a few more words, but the tip of his tongue was fixed on the palate, and the words he wanted to say rolled in his mouth a few times before swallowing them back.

"I'm in Slytherin, waiting for you there." The smile on Draco's face hadn't dissipated, making his appearance even more handsome, and he winked at Alan ambiguously, "You don't want to miss the Slytherin cellar." The big bed is completely different from that of the Castell Manor..."

It's a pity that Alan didn't understand what he meant at all, so he retorted without knowing why: "Malfoy, I have no intention of transferring to another school. Durmstrang is very good, and I'm already seven—"

"Stop!" Draco frowned and said in disbelief, "Where did you think?"

"Didn't you want me to transfer?" Alan said inexplicably, "I'm already in the seventh grade, and..."

Draco's face was flushed with anger, he snapped on the double-sided mirror angrily, his movements were very rude, and he said viciously: "Don't think about it, good night!"

Until the light on the double-sided mirror went out and the face on the mirror was replaced by Alan's own, he was still in a daze, completely confused about what happened.

The only thing I realized was that I might have said the wrong thing.

Alan lowered his head, with a bit of remorse on his face, his right hand subconsciously grasped the spine of the book, tightening his grip, his fingertips turned blue and white due to the loss of blood.

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On the second day, the trials were held one by one. Durmstrang's students were used to quick battles, and the whole morning was almost finished. Krum, the final winner of the seventh grade, saw Alan walking from below holding his wand When he came up, he immediately raised his hands in surrender, and hurriedly ran down.

It's good that he and Alan have a good relationship, but he knows his friend's personality better, he knows that his friend is definitely a meticulous person, and he is very reasonable. If he says there is a fight, no matter who he is, Krum or Galbion, he will end up with it. Either being framed or carried down.

Rather than being beaten up in front of so many people, it's better to throw a little humiliation and walk on by yourself, than to have to look at Alan's cold face motionless while lying in the infirmary afterwards.

Krum has personal experience. When he was running for the head of the academy in the fifth grade, he had a fight with Alan at that time. What kind of situation is the opposite? In fact, he was hit straight by the stormy attack before he could react.

Afterwards, he lay in the infirmary for five days, covered in bandages, with only his eyes and head moving.

However, Alan didn’t know who reminded him, and he insisted on staying with him in bed for five days in a row. The nurse told him several times but couldn’t persuade him to leave. This expressionless and cold wizard made Krum become such a culprit. , Klum's best friend sat like a marble statue by his bed for five days.

Very effective in boosting Krum's healing speed.

In the end, Alan didn't have a competition and was directly qualified. Of course, as the chief, he already had a place, but he needed to play a match with the winner just to show fairness.

It was within their expectation that Krum surrendered. After all, unless there were extremely special circumstances, Krum would end up being beaten up or severely beaten by Alan.

But what everyone, including Krum, didn't expect was that if he didn't admit defeat, it might not be who won in the end.

Yesterday's bad breakup with Draco still had a great impact on Alan. Throughout the day, he was in a daze like a wandering soul, reading the same page of a book for several hours, or holding a knife and fork on the dining table in a daze. very bad.

Krum, who had been busy with Principal Karkaroff's tasks all afternoon, didn't notice anything wrong. Although Alan won without a fight and became the captain, he was used to doing nothing, so Krum, as the vice-captain, naturally became the captain. the hardworking man.

At night, Alan kept guarding next to the double-sided mirror, until the double-sided mirror glowed with milky white soft light, he was relieved as if he had put down a boulder, and his expression softened instantly.

Draco had no idea how Alan stared at the double-sided mirror eagerly. He was lazily nestled in the back of the sofa just like last night, and only opened his eyes slightly when he saw Alan, looking a little surprised It seemed that the legs that had been raised all the time were also put down.

Alan had a new hairstyle today, and his shoulder-length blond hair was still scattered. He only tied the top layer of hair with a headband and tied it into a small soft ponytail. The front hair was pulled back, but his forehead was still left With some broken hair, she looked a little less cold than usual, and even the contours of her face became softer.

"What a surprise, Alan." Draco said straight to the point, he seemed to have completely forgotten yesterday's unhappiness, with a very obvious pleasure on his face, "I'm attracted to you."

Alan always knew that he was good-looking, but he didn't know what it was useful for. But today, seeing his fiancé's restrained but still showing a trace of infatuation in his eyes, he understood a little bit.

"It's a pity that I can't go over and give you a kiss now." Draco smiled, his gray-blue eyes still firmly fixed on Alan.

"...There will be a chance." Alan said after careful consideration.

"Are you coming?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an obvious arc.

"Hmm..." Alan nodded, and before he could speak, the dormitory door slammed open, and Krum, wearing a long fur cloak, rushed in from outside and said loudly: "Alan, the departure time has been set, next Friday .”

Krum brought in a strong chill, but Alan didn't respond to it at all. He was looking at the mirror, and Draco obviously heard Krum's words. He raised his eyebrows and made a "next week" to Alan. See 'mouth, close up the two-way mirror.

Alan's mood suddenly brightened.

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