[HP] Marriage relationship

"He...he wants to attack me!" Draco tugged at his sleeves tightly, his platinum blonde hair was extremely messy, covering his pale face.

"I don't like people who attack behind the enemy! Coward!" Moody roared, still pointing his wand at Draco without giving up, as if he was about to continue attacking, "I just want to warn you, here It's learning-"

"I think you are the least qualified person to say that." Alan stepped forward, pointing his wand directly at Moody's nose, "this is a school, so, as a teacher, you use magic spells on a student, huh?"

Moody grew more angry, and his wand began to light again, when a surprised voice came from the side.

"Professor Moody?" Professor McGonagall was walking down the stairs, holding a stack of parchments, presumably students' papers.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, his wand still held high.

"What are you—what are you doing, why are you pointing your wand at the students?" Professor McGonagall walked over quickly.

"Professor?" Alan called her, and Professor McGonagall realized that this was a confrontation between two people, one was Moody, and the other, the obvious scarlet robe, awe-inspiring aura, and the indifferent man at the front The blond teenager, an undisputed student of Durmstrang.

"Professor McGonagall," Alan looked at Draco, pushed him aside, turned his head to look at McGonagall, and said doubtfully, "You called Moody 'Professor' just now, right? I heard you are The teacher is Transfiguration, so I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to cast your most powerful measuring spell."

"What?" Professor McGonagall was kinder to the group of visitors from afar.

"I suspect that this professor who pointed at me with a wand is someone else's fake." Alan said word by word, looking at Moody with malicious eyes, "Or, the professor at Hogwarts can use magic spells to attack me at will. Students? It really opened our eyes!"

Professor McGonagall was obviously a little panicked. She didn't know exactly what happened. It would be fine if it was an ordinary student, but this involves the students of Durmstrang. They are just here for the competition, not at Hogwarts under the jurisdiction of

"Are you challenging the Hogwarts system, Mr. Castell." Professor McGonagall said, his sharp eyes fixed on Alan.

"It's just self-defense." Alan smiled, retracted his wand, folded his hands on his chest, and looked arrogant and unreasonable, "If this 'professor' hadn't attacked me first. As a professor, there is no reason to teach and educate people." I don't understand, I really want to know how you choose the faculty."

"Attack!" Professor McGonagall screamed, almost losing the parchment in his hand.

"I'm educating my student, boy, so that he knows the shame of attacking an enemy in the back," Moody said confidently.

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Krum said gruffly, his tall and muscular figure gave off a great sense of oppression. He stood on Alan's right hand in a guarding posture, "I only saw you using Cursing yourself on our chief is an insult to the whole of Durmstrang, and besides, your behavior is no different from a sneak attack."

"Wait, I seem to hear a word," Alan played with his wand, and looked up at Professor McGonagall, "O enemy, it turns out that Hogwarts' education method is so advanced, I am, accidentally participating internal separatist war?"

Although Hogwarts houses have always been vaguely antagonistic due to competitions such as the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup, especially Gryffindor and Slytherin, this situation has existed for centuries, and everyone It's a tacit tacit understanding, never saying it out.Every school wants its students to be united, and Hogwarts is no different.

"This question is too serious, Mr. Castei," said Professor McGonagall softly, "I need to understand what happened before-"

"Sorry, I don't want to do this," Alan said without sincerity. He raised his eyebrows and said in English that he was not proficient at all. Professor Zi ended up being attacked by an upright foreign wizard."

"You ran out by yourself!" Moody insisted.

"But you can't see what's wrong." Professor McGonagall is almost dizzy. From last night, she knew that the chief of Durmstrang was particularly difficult and a little aggressive. The key is the whole Durmstrang All the wizards obeyed him, didn't they see that they were still pointing their wands at Moody, I don't know how Moody got into him.

"Of course it's because Alan is not only the chief, but also a knighted nobleman of the Casdeil family. It's normal to have so many defensive magic circles on him. After all, there are always some lunatics who attack people casually for no reason." Audrey's voice came out suddenly. She came out of the medical wing with Krum, but she had to join Beauxbaton's students first, but she saw a group of wizards surrounded here a long time ago.

"I have reason to believe that this was a premeditated attack. Are you trying to cause diplomatic disputes?" Audrey has always been arrogant and arrogant, and her mouth is not forgiving at all. It was defined as a premeditated attack.

Moreover, when it comes to diplomacy, this matter is complicated.

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Seeing that more and more wizards gathered at the entrance of the hall, I am afraid that everyone will not be able to catch up with lunch if this continues, Professor McGonagall complained incessantly, and hurriedly persuaded Alan and the others to resolve this matter later, and promised that she would persuade Professor Moody well.

But Alan obviously won't just let it go like this. After all, Moody was really attacking Draco at the beginning. He can do this for the first time, and there will definitely be a next time. He must be taught a lesson.

-

Draco has been paying attention to the development of the situation after he reacted, and the fear of being almost attacked has disappeared when Alan has protected him behind him.He looked at Professor McGonagall's embarrassed expression, Professor Moody's blushing face, and Harry's envious eyes from time to time. His eyebrows were raised higher and higher, and the corners of his mouth raised a happy arc. It was full of joy, and it looked like a proud little rooster triumphantly.

Especially looking at Harry Potter's sour little eyes.

"Okay, Alan," Audrey said with a smile on her face, her voice was not so bitter because she was in a good mood recently, but she was still full of aggression, "Don't get stuck here, we Beauxbatons girl We can't get in, we'd better take this matter to the principal's office to discuss, two professors, what do you think?"

"I don't think this matter is enough to alarm Headmaster Dumbledore, he is very busy." Professor McGonagall was obviously helpless, but she really couldn't communicate with this group of foreign wizards. As soon as she argued with them, they immediately pretended She doesn't know anything about English, can't understand her words at all, just grabs Moody and assaults people at school.

"Mr. Barty Crouch—I have something to do here, and I probably want to trouble you." Alan smiled at Moody who turned his head to look at him, and turned to the middle-aged wizard who was coming from the other side of the corridor. Her hair was pomaded, her hair parted in the middle was combed meticulously, her two nasolabial folds seemed to be carved, and her face had a serious and harsh expression.

-

"I'm very sick right now," Ron said to Hermione and Harry when they all went to the table and sat down, and everyone around them was talking about what had just happened.

"Why?" Hermione asked, while Harry was still in a daze with a silly expression on his face.

"Malfoy could have learned a big lesson." Ron sighed, closing his eyes, his face stiffened.

"But it's going to really hurt Malfoy," she said. "If it wasn't for Castell, who knows what that spell would have done—"

"Hermione!" said Ron angrily, his eyes opening and closing suddenly, "you're ruining the best moment of my life, even if it's only a fantasy."

Hermione made a noise of impatience and began to eat quickly.

"Why would he protect Malfoy?" said Ron.

Hermione choked on the beef, coughed a few times, and stammered, "Look at him... who knows..."

"Why is he always so lucky," Harry blinked, his big green eyes misty, and whispered to the dinner plate in front of him, "Whenever I tell myself it's nothing, he always lets I'm more jealous."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione turned her head.

"No, it's nothing, do you still want to go to the library tonight?" Harry shook his head and smiled at Hermione, "I want to go too."

"Harry! Do you have a fever?" Ron yelled, wanting to test the temperature of Harry's forehead, and Harry also grinned and yelled back, the soreness in his heart that had risen for no reason was gone. .

-

"Draco." Blaise pushed his long brown hair that had just been grown with a hair growth potion, because he wanted to try the feeling of long hair before cutting it off.

"What?" Draco raised his eyebrows, eating the steak on his plate without looking up.

"I heard that you were already engaged in France during the summer vacation, so it's not good to be entangled with a German wizard like this." Blaise said tentatively.

"Who told you?" Draco asked in surprise, "I thought this matter should not be within the scope of your news."

"That's what Daphne said. I only know that she is French, but I don't know the specifics." Blaise nodded with his chin to a girl with golden brown hair on the opposite table, who was at the same level as them, "I said, how dare you It’s big enough, even if the fiancée isn’t around, that Kasdey is Durmstrang’s chief at any rate, is it something you can get rid of if you want?”

"My fiancée's opinion has nothing to do with me. Isn't this not married yet?" Draco turned his head in surprise and sneered, "Take back your selfishness Bryce, don't touch him, he is mine."

Blaise pouted and said nothing.

-

That afternoon, Alan finally came back from the principal's office. Yes, they really went to find Dumbledore. After all, the Durmstrang wizards present all insisted that this was an international dispute, and they were short of calling the British Minister of Magic. Come to the theory.

No one knows exactly what punishment Moody received, and Alan didn't say anything, but it will not make him feel better, because since that day, Moody has been divided a lot, at least during this period of time. Draco and Slytherin go.

"So how did Moody get a lesson?" Draco leaned on Alan's lap, face up to Alan's beautiful chin, and asked for the hundred and first time.

Alan sat under a big tree by the black lake, with one leg bent and the other stretched out, let Draco lie on it, flipping through the history of magic hanging in the air with a stiff face, completely ignoring Draco's twittering .

Draco pushed aside the book blocking his view, reached out and hooked Alan's neck to press his head down, and said dissatisfiedly, "Tell me what's wrong?"

Alan's lips curled up into an indistinct smile, and he reached out to pick off a small leaf on the side of Draco's temple.

Today was Wednesday, and Slytherin only had an astronomy session at night, so Alan was called out by Draco with a double-sided mirror early in the morning, and he followed him to the Black Lake after dinner.

There was a gentle wind blowing, which lifted the corners of their robes and hair, and the leaves that never fell in all seasons squeezed together and made a rustling sound. Many students passed by laughing and laughing, and sometimes some people came to visit here curiously.

Draco turned his head away from Alan angrily, but he was still unwilling to sit up, the back of his head stuck into Alan's legs like a root, his eyes were covered by the short platinum hair blown by the wind, he opened it and ran again to the lips.

"I never knew..." The morning sun was not dazzling, Draco squinted his eyes, a little drowsy, "You are a very powerful person, I have to admit, although it is always cold... I said, the banquet That day, if I wasn't a Malfoy, or if Malfoy wasn't as good as the Castellans, would you still be so obedient and let me be on top?"

"No." Alan said indifferently, those dark eyes like black crystals were filled with things that Draco could not understand. He put his hand on the top of Draco's hair and stroked it gently, "But in this world There are no ifs, only outcomes and consequences."

Draco let out a laugh.

On the distant shore, Krum stood by the lake in simple sportswear. In the month of goosebumps when he wore less clothes like this, his entire arms were exposed, and his strong and well-proportioned muscles were almost bursting.

He took a deep breath, did a few stretches, jumped into the black lake with a plop, and swam back and forth in it several times.

"I said," Draco sat up lazily, brushed his messy hair, and said slowly, "Swimming in this weather will catch a cold."

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Does anyone remember when Draco was 14?

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