[HP] Time Corner

Chapter 9 D to H

Draco with his eyes closed was tossing and turning on the bed, his clenched teeth made people feel anxious, strands of sweaty pale blond hair stuck to his forehead, and the chaotic magic had blown up most of the furnishings in the room.

Narcissa knocked on the door worriedly, "Xiaolong, what's wrong with you..."

There was no reply, she pushed the door open and came in. Narcissa's eyes turned red when she saw Draco's current state suddenly, "Luke, Luke, come quickly, something happened to the little dragon."

"Sissy, what's the matter?" Lucius rushed into the door with an anxious expression on his face, without any trace of his usual aristocratic reserve.Just as he was about to step forward, Naxisha grabbed his arm. "Sissy, why--" Uh, the next words were swallowed in shock by the scene in front of her.

Under the astonished gazes of the two, Draco's hair grew rapidly until it reached his ankles, and his facial features were also fine-tuned, making his face more refined than before.

Lucius swallowed hard, "Oh, Merlin, how could such a good little dragon awaken his bloodline!"

Naxi Sarah sat down on the sofa next to him, "Shh! Wait a little longer, don't wake him up."

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The pointy ears trembled, Draco opened his eyes in confusion, and called out in doubt, "Dad——ah, Mom?!"

"Xiaolong, you scared us." This was Narcissa who just stretched her expression.

"I'm not—" Looking at his father and mother who were a few years younger and in high spirits, he swallowed the words that came up.

Looking at her precious son, Narcissa said, "Poor little dragon, mommy is going to prepare you some calming black tea." Narcissa left in a graceful manner, leaving space for the father and son.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Draco finally asked.

"Oh, we were going to get the Portkey to the Quidditch World Cup today, you've been looking forward to—" The platinum noble gave Draco a meaningful look, "But, Xiaolong, what happened just now? He sat on the edge of the bed and twirled his son's long hair that almost fell to the bottom of the bed. "Maybe you would like to tell your poor old father why you suddenly had a magic riot and then awakened your bloodline, eh? You must know that the bloodline awakens You need to get the approval of your destined partner. Who is your partner?"

"Dad, I don't know, I just had a nightmare."

Lucius stared deeply at Draco, "Xiaolong, if you have something you can't solve, come to me."

"Okay, Dad."

Lucius left, but was he someone who gave up so easily?

He raised his snake-headed cane and knocked on the secret door of the Malfoy family chamber.If you want to know the partner of the family member whose bloodline has been awakened, then——

Malfoy family tree.

However, seeing the column of Draco Malfoy's partner, Harry James Potter is impressively listed.The platinum aristocrat was choked with no image, "Ahem—Merlin's socks!!!!!!!"

His father left his bedroom with a determined expression, and Draco couldn't calm down—did Dad guess it?After all, he is such a keen person - but he is not going to tell him now, it's too unbelievable!

The most important thing is to straighten out the current situation.

The Quidditch World Cup - summer break after third year, it seems, followed by the Triwizard Tournament, and then - Voldemort's return.

To face him again - Draco clenched his palm subconsciously, and the palm turned out to be the familiar unicorn crest, the crest of the Potter family?It actually followed him back! ! !

Draco's heart trembled, filled with anticipation.

bedroom.

Draco was still thinking about his kidnapping plan.

He was fiddling with the badge in his hand boredly, now is the time when he is fighting with Scarhead in full swing, how should he abduct that little snake in the skin of a lion?You know, he has the upper hand right now - his level of magic power, the fighting skills developed in the chaos of war, a few years later, maybe he won't be able to compare with that scarred head!

Unexpected--

"Little dragon?" Lucius, who had just been stimulated enough in the secret room, originally planned to have a good talk with his son about his life, when he saw the badge he was playing with, his pupils shrank again, "Draco , how come the badge of the Potter family is in your hand?"

"..."

"Then do you know what this badge represents?"

"..." In his previous life, he deliberately hid the existence of the badge from his father. He really didn't know what the badge of the Potter family was for.Besides, the crest of the Malfoy family would only really work in the hands of members of the Malfoy family, and he thought the crest of the Potter family was the same!It seemed that Potter handed him the badge not only for commemoration, but also for deeper reasons.

The platinum aristocrat who didn't know that his son had already wandered away continued: "Whether you are a member of the Potter family or not, as long as you hold this badge, you can mobilize half of the property and power of the Potter family." Draco took a breath Cool. "As far as I know, after the death of James Potter, this badge has been kept by Dumbledore and will not be handed over to the savior until he becomes an adult. How can it be in your hands now?"

"Dad, this matter is related to Potter, can I keep my secret?" Draco smiled wryly, what should he say, did the badge come back with him from the future?

"Aren't you and Potter dead enemies?" Lucius smiled, forget it, since the savior is sincere to Xiaolong, he can barely pretend not to know about it. "Okay, I won't ask anymore, when you want to talk, just tell me."

"Thank you, father." Draco stroked the badge in his hand, feeling warm in his heart.But yesterday was Potter's birthday, right? !Damn it, why did it miss a day!

A hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter is having nightmares.

A darkened room...a snake lay on the hearth-rug...a small man named Peter, nicknamed Wormtail...and a cold, shrill voice...it was Voldemort's voice. ——The scar on his forehead throbbed at an accelerated rate.

When Voldemort's chair turned around, hoo, a black flame flooded the scene just now.Those black flames quickly clung to his body as if consciously.That feeling was so real, the pain of being devoured by the flames seemed to be the same, but the stinging pain from the scar suddenly stopped and disappeared, as if he had never felt pain before.

Harry woke up with a fright. He lay flat on the bed, panting heavily.Then he struggled to sit up, stretched out a hand in the dark and groped for the glasses on the bedside table. He put on the glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clear. A hazy orange-red soft light shrouded it.

Harry went to the window, drew the curtains, and looked down at the street.

It seemed that Privet Drive was exactly what a street should be in the early hours of a Sunday.The curtains on both sides of the street were drawn tightly.Harry looked over in the darkness and saw nothing alive, not even a kitten.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed by, and Harry heard a tapping sound on the windowpane.A little pale gold owl was standing outside the window.

It was a very common breed, but it had a haughty look, which reminded Harry of Malfoy's always raised chin.

He unpacked the gift, and inside was a big cake box.There was also a letter on the box, with a strange signature, only four letters: "DtoH", and only a few words in the text: "Harry, this is a late birthday present. Happy birthday, and, sorry."

For some reason, a strong sense of familiarity surged in Harry's heart, as if someone had written to him like this before, but he searched all his memories, but there was no such person at all.

After thinking about it, Harry opened the cake box - inside was a big birthday cake, on which a little lion wearing a gold and red scarf was piled up with cream, which looked playful and cute.Harry quietly pondered in his heart, keep it or throw it away?For some reason, the thought of throwing away the word made my heart hurt a little, and I couldn’t help but pick up a spoon and dig a spoonful—it tastes so good, or—very familiar, why can’t I think of that? ? ? ! ! ! ! !

The stinky little owl bit his finger lightly, as if reminding him to reply quickly.

Harry laughed, "Okay, I knew you couldn't wait, brat!"

Pick up a pen and write on the letter paper—"Thank you for the gift, and have a good time." After finishing writing, Harry tapped his head vigorously, why did he always do some inexplicable things today—he must have been kicked by a troll pass!

Forget it, he rolled up the letter and tied it to the little owl's leg.The little one gave her a light peck in good-bye, then spread his wings and flew lightly out of the open window with a soft whoosh.

Harry watched it disappear into the air, turned around and dug another large piece of birthday cake.He sat down on the floor and began to eat, enjoying the surge of joy in his heart-strange emotion?Harry shook his head, knocking the words out of his mind.

Draco smiled when he received Harry's reply.The tone is the same, the handwriting is not the same, it is Harry, and it is not Harry?Thinking about it, the little lion is still confused, don't worry, take your time.

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A new timeline has unfolded, and the black-bellied little dragon has already begun to calculate how to capture the little lion! ~(@^_^@)~