Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 467 Birdman?

Harry stood there at a loss.

Draco lifted a corner of the quilt early and crawled in.

"Harry, turn left and remember to close the door."

Draco gave a sly smile.

I could feel one side of the mattress sinking.

Harry actually brought his own quilt over early.

"Good on you, you're well prepared. I really underestimated you..."

Draco complained on the side.

I was too lazy to pay attention to the two guys with excess hormones. I felt myself being embraced by a familiar embrace, chose a comfortable sleeping position, and fell into a deep dream.

I dreamed that I was sinking to the bottom of the water and was caught by a giant octopus.

Each of its tentacles is as thick as a tree trunk and is covered with suction cups of varying sizes.

It had been hungry for months and finally had a full meal.

I struggled violently, but was completely overwhelmed by its determination.

I opened my tired eyes, and sure enough...

Draco and Harry's hands and feet, added together, really make eight!

It turns out that the octopus in the dream is here!

"You guys are strangling me to death!"

I pushed them both hard.

"Sorry, I don't sleep well..."

Harry withdrew his hands and feet first.

I know that when Harry was first brought back to Malfoy Manor, he used to sleep with a pillow in his arms.

He was reluctant to change the pillow until the cotton in the pillow core had fallen out of the pillowcase.

That was the only thing he brought back from Aunt Petunia's house.

The only spiritual sustenance for an insecure teenager.

He seems to be treating me as a "pillow"?

His emerald green eyes were like a lake, and his already messy black hair had a few tufts sticking up due to his poor sleeping posture.

I reached out and pressed it for him.

His black hair was surprisingly soft, even smoother than Crookshanks's.

"Why, the speed-sliding softener invented by your great-grandfather doesn't work for you?" I joked with him.

It worked so well on Hermione's stubborn frizzy hair, so it stands to reason that it wouldn't have any effect on Harry's hair...

"Hmph, he won't use quick-acting softener, so he can't tempt you to touch his hair!" Draco revealed the secret.

"what?"

"But Aurora clearly prefers blondes..."

Draco took off the ring that concealed his elf features, and his neat short hair continued to lengthen.

As Draco grew older, his elf form became more and more like Legolas in his memory.

"Aurora, it's me..." Draco noticed something was wrong with me.

I ran my hands through his long hair.

I used to love this long straight platinum hair so much.

They are so beautiful and smooth as satin.

But the me in my memory can no longer touch it.

"Sorry, I may need to get used to it..."

He took my hand and stroked it across his face, his pointed elf ears and his high nose.

"It's okay. From now on, I'll slowly get used to it..."

He spread his huge wings behind him, trying to wrap me up.

But Harry blocked her way and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, just the elves' hobby." Draco raised one eyebrow.

Dark elves do not have pointed ears or wings, and are no different from humans except for their black hair and blue eyes.

Naturally, you cannot experience the joy of wrapping your partner in your wings.

Harry sneered, "Birdman, what are you so proud of?"

"What did you call me?" Draco's expression changed.