bullyxtreme Chapter 72, Chapter 1
Chapter 72, Chapter 1
Hermione took Harry's Invisibility Cloak.
Harry didn't have any objections. Although the invisibility cloak was left to him by his father, in this school, this relic itself came into his hands with a scheme.
How could a child who has lived as an orphan and been mistreated since childhood not be sensitive?
Moreover, although Hermione didn't explicitly say why she took the Invisibility Cloak, he knew she wasn't particularly interested in the magical item.
It goes without saying who it will eventually end up in.
Even if we don't know why he wants it, Harry's romantic side has always been dominant.
Who cares about anything else? Just give it to him! If his father were still alive, he would definitely agree to his son's efforts to pursue his crush.
Landric was in a good mood as he took the clothes.
Harry Potter is indeed perceptive; even though he still dislikes him, it doesn't affect his good mood now.
The little dragon, watching her brother transform from the Siberian cold air to the gentle breeze of spring these past few days, thought: What kind of slut has such methods? What class of person dares to compete with me for favor?
Feeling aggrieved and resentful, Draco insisted on dragging Landric to watch his Quidditch match.
He could ignore everything else for now, but he was determined to show his brother his talent in this competition.
He! Wants! To! Crush! That! Porter! To! Die!
So on Saturday morning, Landric once again experienced being packed up by Draco before he was even fully awake.
"Draco, isn't this a bit too early?"
Landric's voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up, which made Draco's ears burn.
That's the feeling, it's awesome.
"Brother, do you think it's too late and there will still be seats? Or do you actually not want to watch my match at all?"
Draco mumbled as he rested his head against Landric's neck, gently nuzzling it against Landric's neck.
Landric felt like he had a large golden retriever, which was clingy but also incredibly cute.
He pushed the head off his body, telling him to stop rubbing, afraid that the head might actually start licking him.
As the clock drew closer to the start of the match, Draco took Landric's hand and headed towards the playing field.
The handsome older brother beside him must have earned him countless admiring glances, which made Draco extremely happy.
His happiness was built on the envy of others.
The aloof and beautiful (actually still half asleep and not wanting to talk) Landric, the Garlic Bird, has had a tough time. Consider this compensation for the time he neglected Draco.
Landric looked like a diligent little fairy, afraid that Draco wouldn't be comfortable sitting there, so he put a bunch of cushions for him.
"Why don't you try to tone it down a bit?" Turn to look at your father, kid. Your dad has been on stage for ages to watch your game.
Draco, following the gaze Landric gave him, saw his father and thought, "What?!" Why is he here?
Lucius: You unfilial son! He came to watch your game, not to see you fawn over him!
Landric also looked at Lucius, smiled slightly at him, and his starry eyes overflowed with amusement.
Lucius retracted his contempt for Draco's lack of ambition: Oh well, he encountered a top-tier succubus right after leaving the starting village, so it's not his fault.
Draco was taken aback when his father saw him. Had his father argued with his mother? Or was he going through menopause?