Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Aurora, you should understand better..."

Harry, haunted by his Unbreakable Vow, could only speak cryptically.

"Unicorn blood, if donated voluntarily, can help humans prolong their lifespans and has powerful healing abilities..."

For some reason, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart.

The wand in my hand also trembled slightly in the same way.

Where did this horn, which was offered voluntarily, come from?

After a lot of twists and turns, it came into my hands. From what Eric said, this unicorn is very similar to me...

There are countless connections between us.

"Aurora... I will never give anyone the chance to hurt you, including myself." Draco stepped forward.

He sensed my surging emotions and pulled me into a hug.

"Me too." Harry stepped forward and held my palm.

I leaned against Draco's chest, enjoying the warmth and tranquility of the moment.

This was the scene Abraxas saw when he pushed the door open.

"Aurora, you are as popular as Sissy..."

I was so embarrassed that my face turned red and I quickly kept my distance from the two of them.

"Don't go..."

Draco caught me as I was about to run away, muttering under his breath.

"Lucius is also clingy like this, you just get used to it." Abraxas excused Draco.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Taishe is really dead!

The moment Draco let go, I slipped away.

"So many presents... and Aurora hasn't opened them all..." Harry muttered.

"Let's take it apart later. It's not that important anyway." Draco looked indifferent.

He didn't notice the fleeting gloomy look on Harry's face.

Yes, we haven't opened Harry's present yet...

"What's this? From Weasley?" Draco looked around curiously.

It was a hand-knitted sweater with a big "P" in the middle.

"You and Weasley have become close enough to give each other Christmas presents?"

Draco looked disgusted.

"In the Forbidden Forest, he was nearly frightened to death by the giant eight-eyed spider, and I carried him back."

There was a letter attached inside. In addition to sending Christmas greetings, Ron also emphasized that the sweater was knitted by his mother.

"Tsk, these shoddy handmade sweaters are everywhere..."

"Draco, I no longer have a mother who knits sweaters for me..." Harry stated dryly with a blank look in his eyes.

"Harry, I'm sorry... I..."

Draco was a little anxious, he didn't know how he became like this.

Christmas should be a time for the whole family to be happy...

Weasley is the unlucky one!

"What's wrong?" I took a quick shower to calm down, and saw Draco standing awkwardly beside me.

When he saw me come back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if my appearance saved him.

"Aurora, I'll go take a shower too..." He fled the scene just like me.

I glanced around and found that Harry had an extra sweater in his hand. Combining it with the plot of the original book, I naturally understood what had happened.

"Harry, sweaters can help us keep out the cold, but they can't warm our hearts..."

I tightened my robe around me and sat down next to him.

"Thank you Harry."

"what?"

"Thank you for the gift..."

"You've opened it?" He looked surprised.

"Hmm." It was a two-sided mirror, and the other side should be in Harry's hand. "I will keep it well."

"Aurora... I'm sorry, I really can't pick out a decent gift. You have everything you need..." He scratched his head.

"Your gift is very precious... and, the most important thing is the thought, isn't it? What we gave you is just a blank parchment scroll..." I winked at him mischievously.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but finally curled up the corners of his mouth.

There was a gleam of crystal in his eyes, like emeralds.