Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 361 The Scent of the Soul

I felt strangely frightened.

But an indescribable desire arose in my heart.

I long to be loved by Draco like this.

With this realization, I felt so embarrassed that I just wanted to be an ostrich and rest my head on his chest.

"Little unicorn (Aurora), you can only be mine..."

A voice in my head overlapped with Draco at this moment.

It's that dragon...

It is our past and present life...

The illusion in my mind disappeared immediately.

"Aurora, are you okay?" Draco asked with concern.

"Nothing...it's just that someone seemed to have said something similar to me..."

"..." He kissed my forehead, "Don't overuse your spiritual power, and rest early..."

I know he is hiding something from me.

It is precisely because of these things that we are no longer as connected as we used to be.

I couldn't hide the bitterness in my heart. I didn't know why Draco would rather stop communicating with me and keep the secret deep in his heart.

A dreamless night.

The next day, Harry returned to Hogwarts.

He looked no different than usual.

It's like nothing happened.

But curiosity killed the cat.

Since Harry was willing to expose himself to me, why not ask him?

"How did I find out?" Harry repeated my question.

"Ok!"

His eyes swept across my brow.

Eyes twinkling.

Obviously, he didn't want to reveal his secret.

Just when my patience was running out, I heard his voice: "The smell..."

"what?"

"The scent of the soul... I mean, I can smell the scent of every soul... I don't know how to describe it..."

Harry scratched the mess of hair sticking up from his head.

"The Potter family made their fortune by inventing potions. My ancestor, Linfred, is said to be able to identify tens of thousands of potions by smell alone...

"And I seem to have this ability, and even go a step further..."

Harry's Potions grades were enough to prove it.

"Haha, dog nose!" Draco teased.

A good talent skill, linked to a "dog"...

However, Westerners do not seem to consider this a humiliation.

Harry was a little shy: "You could say that..."

The two looked at me in surprise and almost fell to the ground laughing.

"What happened to her? She looks so confused..."

"Don't worry about her, keep talking! The smell of the soul, this is the first time I've heard of it!"

Draco was very curious, "What does my soul smell like?"

"The scent of grass and trees... the breath of spring... you smell a bit like your cousin-in-law..." Harry said after pondering for a moment.

"So mysterious..."

Draco's face changed, and then he forced a smile.

In Draco's previous life, Legolas originally meant a leaf, while Lucius - Thranduil, referred to a tree in spring.

We have kept the identity of the elves a secret.

As a result, Harry was able to capture these details through his soul aura...

"what about me?"

I was dying to know.

"It's a floral scent... very sweet, with a slightly creamy texture, very similar to gardenia..." He looked at me with tenderness.

"What about you?" I quickly changed the subject.

I didn't dare let him go on. I always felt that it was an unspeakable sin to talk to Harry in front of Draco.

I couldn't resist his affectionate gaze...