Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 228 2 Draco

"Mistress? Your mistress is Aurora." Draco looked me straight in the eyes.

He sensed my uneasiness...

"Don't worry, the only one who will stay by my side is you..." Draco vowed.

"But……"

"Little White!" Draco said harshly, his expression extremely serious.

I wonder if there is some unknown secret.

Draco, did you remember something?

My eyebrows felt slightly hot.

"Aurora, I think I have the ability to strengthen this mark..."

He came closer and kissed me between the eyebrows.

Unlike the last time I was marked, it seemed as if my soul was taken away from my body by him.

They are two tall and handsome adult elves.

Their beautiful platinum blonde hair fell to their waists.

They look exactly the same, even their eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same.

The two kept their eyes closed and their hands clasped in front of their chests.

Only one of them had a petal-shaped mark between his eyebrows.

Is this my reverse mark on Draco?

As if bewitched, I squatted down and traced his handsome features with my fingertips.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Aurora, I finally see you again..."

He glanced at the other self lying beside him, unable to hide the disgust in his heart.

"Aurora, don't be deceived by that man... don't do anything that would hurt yourself..."

"You won't be unable to tell which one is the real me..."

"Time is running out, I will try to deepen my connection with you as much as possible..."

He touched forehead to forehead with mine.

I felt like a weary traveler who had finally found his way home.

He dived into the cloud-like quilt.

His thoughts and ideas were completely open to me.

Wandering in his sea of ​​consciousness, I suddenly discovered a locked room.

It seemed to exist deep in Draco's memory.

I subconsciously wanted to open it.

But I am also worried about taking unknown consequences.

Slytherin always plans before taking action.

I secretly reminded myself that I was not an impulsive Gryffindor.

The scene around us is constantly changing, reflecting the growth process of Draco and I from childhood to adulthood.

It turns out that he remembers every interaction we had so clearly.

His soul power is very pure.

There is not a single mixed color.

Only with such a soul can one wield the magic wand of unicorn hair.

I hope to do my best to protect this purity and beauty.

According to legend, unicorns like pure virgins.

In stark contrast to its elegant appearance, unicorns have rather bad tempers.

They are classified as ferocious beasts, and the horns on their heads can rip open a person's stomach.

But I only like to stay with people who have pure hearts.

I like Draco probably because of my animal instinct.

A faint sadness welled up in my heart.

The blood and horn of a unicorn are so precious... Why did I end up like this in my previous life...

I lost my most important horn and could no longer transform into a human form. It seemed that my blood had to be sacrificed as well...

Who would be so cruel as to trample on the sincerity of a unicorn?

There was a tingling sensation, and the mark between the eyebrows was finally complete.

At the same time, another elf who had been lying next to Draco slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around with a bewildered expression.

Draco protected me behind him, wary of this man.

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

"How did you appear in my sea of ​​consciousness?"