[HP] Marriage relationship

The daily application of the magic circle is not too much, and it is generally an auxiliary function. There is an elective course at Hogwarts that is related to this. The magic circle on the arena is arranged on the boulders that make up the maze to protect the entire arena. Anything you hit on it will get absorbed and just make it stronger.Every ten magic circles are connected by a node, and the node is also the weakest point of the magic circle, which requires regular delivery of magic power.

However, as long as the nodes have a continuous supply of magic power, the magic circle will always support the maze of boulders to ensure the safety of the warriors in the arena.

The entire arena is covered with magic circles, and it is impossible to check them one by one, so Alan just went to check a few nodes that maintain the magic circle, and left without finding any problems.

The content of the competition was revealed to the warriors a few days earlier, so that they could be mentally prepared. After all, the final is very important. It was the first time the competition had been suspended for hundreds of years, and it made everyone in the magic world turn their attention to Hogg woz.

However, whether you are nervous or busy, these are the affairs of the warriors, and the grades and rankings have no special meaning to ordinary wizards, so when almost all Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are nervously collecting information, Draco was throwing a fit because he had to get up early for his first class in the morning.

"I really don't want to go, damn Moody, I hate him." Draco buried his face in the duvet, mumbled bad things about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In fact, it is not to blame Draco for being angry. Almost all his classes this semester are in the afternoon. In the morning, he usually hides in the dormitory and sleeps in, or wraps up in bed to read, and occasionally gets up to have breakfast. As the weather changes, he even eats breakfast. The location was moved to the bed.Coupled with the fact that there is Alan who will bring food to his mouth without complaint, Draco spends more and more time sleeping in.

Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts was supposed to be in the afternoon, but he temporarily rescheduled the class to the morning, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor students complained, but there was nothing they could do, after all, it was the professor's idea.

"Draco, you still have half an hour, you're going to be late..." Alan sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, reached out and stroked his messy platinum blonde hair, and patiently called his little boyfriend up for class for the seventh time .

And according to the speed at which Draco cleaned up and washed in the past, he must be late, so after Draco moaned and expressed his request for 'another 5 minutes of sleep', Alan still did not leave.

"I really don't understand. The game is about to start. What kind of demon is Moody doing? Does he have any life-threatening matters in the afternoon?" Draco suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbing his eyes angrily, the boy's voice was soft It was soft and hoarse just after waking up. To Alan's ears, it seemed like she had been wronged and acted like a baby.

However, in Alan's eyes, it was indeed a big grievance for Draco to get up early to cooperate with a professor's capriciousness. He picked up the clothes that had been put aside a long time ago, and prepared to help Draco change into them.

"I stayed up until three o'clock in the morning last night!" Draco said bitterly, his eyes still closed, "I thought I could make it up in the morning."

Alan slapped his hand, last night Draco got excited and dragged him to make a fuss again, and he fell asleep before he had time to take a shower. It was almost eleven o'clock at that time, and then Draco did it again What Alan didn't know.

All he knew was that he woke up the next day feeling dry and comfortable. It seemed that Draco helped him take a bath and changed his pajamas. Compared with the time when he only cared about his own comfort at the beginning, he had improved a lot.

Alan asked Draco to open his eyes, and seeing his eyes were red, he felt even more distressed all of a sudden, so he took off Draco's half-worn sweater and stuffed him into the bed again.

"Alan?" Draco was at his mercy as if he had no bones. When he lay down, he subconsciously flowed into the quilt. He still remembered that he should go to class, so he called Alan suspiciously.

"Go on to sleep, I'll go to class for you." Alan tucked in the quilt for him, turned around and took a bottle of compound soup with a golden seal from the cabinet.

Draco gave a sigh of relief with his nose in a daze, and his eyes, which were struggling to open, were closed again the second they touched the quilt, and he turned around and buried his head in the pillow.

"I love you, Alan." Draco's muffled voice came from under the pillow.

Compound Decoction This medicine is generally used to transform wizards. The transformation time starts from one hour, depending on the ability of the brewer. This potion is made by a potion master. It lasts at least two hours, which is enough for Alan to treat Draco. Finished Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Yes, Alan was going to attend class for Draco. Anyway, he didn't have any important things to do in the morning. Even if he had, he could move it to the afternoon.

Now the one who only had half an hour to go to class became Alan. He lifted the cap of the bottle and smelled it first. If there was no smell, he drank it all in one gulp.

Alan retched a bit, not because of Draco's hair in it, but because of the smell, the best of all potions, like rotten kelp soup.

Five seconds later, Alan had completely turned into Draco's appearance. He tossed his hair, a few strands of platinum blonde hair covered his eyes, and the crisp short hair made him a little uncomfortable.

Alan took off his pajamas, he was about the same size as Draco, so the clothes didn't burst, but Draco's skeleton was bigger than Alan's, and he looked stronger and more powerful than him.

Alan was wearing only his underwear, carrying Draco's clothes by the bed and walking towards the bathroom. He stopped as soon as he moved. He took off his underwear and changed into a pair of Draco's from the closet.

The polyjuice potion made by the master of potions is absolutely accurate in transforming into another person.

After packing up quickly, Alan finally arrived at the classroom before class started. The Slytherin students had already occupied their seats. The third row from the bottom was blocked by students from the front, back, left, and right sides. It was an excellent place.

Alan was not afraid of being found out, and it was no big deal to give a class for his boyfriend, except that few people used expensive Polyjuice Potion.

Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is usually Gryffindor's home court. He and Harry Potter's students ask me and answer their questions perfectly. Those who sleep with their heads down, those who draw pictures in textbooks...they only exist for the roll call.

The two classes passed quickly, and 'Draco' had no communication with his classmates throughout the whole process, which made others a little strange, but they didn't ask much.

Alan found the stairs with few people and went to the cellar. Suddenly, he saw Moody who had just finished class and was supposed to be in the office.

He stood in the middle of the stairs, putting down the flagon he had been hanging around his waist in a panic. His ugly appearance and increasingly terrifying stump made him look more like a monster.

Alan suddenly remembered that Draco was half asleep and half awake in the morning muttering Moody's words, and seeing Moody's sneaky look, he tilted his head and pulled out a hair of his own.

After all, Moody has always held great malice towards Draco, it is always good to be careful, who knows if he is planning something in private.

The platinum-blond short hair that was pulled out turned into a thicker golden color at a speed visible to the naked eye. Alan dropped his hand to the ground and turned into a tiny snake. Touching his hair, he found that the compound decoction was about to expire. He checked the time, two and a half hours.

***

The third round of the Trifinals (technically the 'Big Six') takes place two weeks before the final exams.

"The weather is weird," Draco said, throwing the thick clothes into the closet, "what the hell is going on?"

Alan patiently took out the messy clothes, carefully folded them one by one, sorted them into categories, and then shrunk them into the closet with a spell.

"Come with me to order some clothes and shoes next weekend, Alan." Draco finally gave up on making trouble for Alan, and just stood on the other side with his arms folded.

But he was obviously not an honest person. After watching it for a while, he leaned over and hung stickily on Alan's body, like a large handicapped child who couldn't walk yet.

"You still have a lot of clothes." Alan turned his head and accidentally touched Draco's soft lips with the tip of his nose.

Draco opened his mouth and bit the tip of his nose, hugged Alan again to prevent him from shrinking back, lowered his head slightly and kissed him, pointed at the newly shrunk clothes in the closet and opened his eyes and said nonsense, " You see my closet is empty."

Inside the cabinet, a spell was used to expand the space, and the locked clothes were neatly stacked in the corner, occupying a little space. At first glance, it was indeed empty inside.

"I've worn those clothes many times, the style is so old, it's too dusty to wear well..." Draco listed the reasons for ordering new clothes one by one.

Alan didn't know what styles of wizard robes were divided into, but he still knew what Draco wanted, and he agreed, and then he thought to himself, there are more than a dozen boxes of sapphires in his private collection, big and small. One, which has been left unused, because it was too expensive and could not be given as a gift, it happened to be used to make a set of jewelry for Draco.

Not only students and teachers watched the third game, but the parents of the warriors were also invited to watch the game. On the day of the game, just after breakfast, Krum and the others were called to the side hall by Professor McGonagall. The reception room is assembled.

"I should remember correctly, the game started at night, it's still early." Krum's departure alarmed everyone.

"Probably need the Warriors to talk to their parents, what a great opportunity." Someone said.

Audrey sat at the long Slytherin table after Krum left. Her appearance was still as gorgeous as before, but her expression was a little sad. "Is it true what you told me?" she asked Alan. .

Alan nodded, and looked at the exquisitely patterned locket hanging around her neck with some hesitation. After getting along with Draco for a long time, he became more and more ignorant of the confusing things like feelings. up.All he knew was that once there was light in Audrey's eyes, but now the light was dim.

Audrey shrugged and stood up. She patted Alan on the shoulder and said, "Then I'll go home and see you later. I wish you all the best."

"What's wrong with her?" Draco asked him, turning around.

Alan saw a similar light from his eyes, which were shining brightly, lining his eyes like the most precious sapphires, no, it should be said that looking into his eyes, any gems are nothing.

"Do you like me?" Alan didn't answer his question, but asked something he had never asked before.

"Why would you ask such a question?" Draco blushed suddenly, he forked his favorite sausage from Alan's plate as a cover-up, and said in a low voice, "Is there even a need to ask?"

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