Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 63 Savior Training Ground

Harry was stunned for a moment when his name was suddenly called.

"Okay, Professor Snape."

Everyone knows what it means for Harry Potter to be a Slytherin.

Dumbledore's years of planning had come to nothing.

The ultimate weapon that he cultivated entered the "enemy" camp.

Was it Dumbledore's instruction that Harry was called away by Snape?

Everything is full of unknowns.

"I reiterate Headmaster Dumbledore's instructions again. Don't go near the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor!" At this point, he glanced at Harry intentionally or unintentionally.

I feel very confused.

In the original novel's first-grade plot, why would such an important Philosopher's Stone be placed in a position that is within easy reach? What's more outrageous is that it should be widely advertised?

Warn students not to get close without explaining the real reason.

Teenagers are at the age when their curiosity is at its peak.

Isn't this just making things more obvious?

More like...deliberately leading Harry to explore.

"Hogwarts became Dumbledore's training ground for Harry..." Draco understood.

"Yeah, Harry's been gone for so long, I don't know how they'll brainwash him..."

"Aurora, you still have to have some faith in Harry..." Draco ruffled my bangs.

He always likes to mess me up.

"hateful!"

Draco, who inherited Lucius' straight hair gene, doesn't have my troubles.

If you don’t take good care of your curly hair, you will look like the Lion King!

"We were actually assigned to the same room! Wouldn't Hogwarts make a mistake? Mixed dorms for both boys and girls?"

I looked around the dormitory's furnishings.

The bed is no less than the king-size one in Malfoy Manor, and there is also a bathtub as big as a swimming pool.

The built-in space magic makes it impossible for outsiders to imagine the unique world inside.

"It's too luxurious..."

No wonder Narcissa didn't prepare any personal items for me, I have everything I need here.

"How much did Dad donate to Hogwarts?"

I was suddenly embraced in a warm embrace.

Draco's hair fell on my shoulders.

Feeling a little itchy.

The boy was wearing a thin shirt and a pullover. The cellar was located under the Black Lake and was very humid.

We lit the fire and huddled together for better warmth.

"Aurora, that's great."

Yes, that’s great, we don’t have to separate.

There was only one bed, a double one.

That means we will sleep together for the next seven years.

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius and Narcissa seemed to be completely oblivious to the details and kept placing us together.

Hogwarts, too?

We will soon enter puberty, and some physical changes have already been manifested in Draco.

His Adam's apple began to bulge beneath his delicate face.

The androgynous face began to take on some firm outlines.

"Draco, Aurora, are you in there?"

There was a knock on the door.

Draco let me go reluctantly, it was Harry!

"Why did it take so long? Did the Godfather let you go?"

I looked around and saw that no one was following me, so I pulled him in.

"The layout here is very similar to Malfoy Manor..." His eyes fixed on our double bed.

"You guys, sleep together like you did at Malfoy Manor?" He looked hesitant.

"What's the problem?" Draco frowned.

"I mean... no... nothing..."

His eyes were lowered, shaded by his eyelashes, leaving a thick shadow.

His fingertips pinched the seam of his pants, and veins bulged.

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