Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

For the first time, I saw a smile in Harry's eyes.

I have always felt that his smile does not reach his eyes.

Friendliness, gentleness and a little shyness are just the outer coat he puts on.

The Leo boy has an innate desire for control and rebelliousness, which he has always suppressed deep in his heart.

"Aurora, I understand. You are too worried about me..."

His emerald green eyes were like emeralds, shining like gemstones.

Even among Westerners, green eyes are very rare, accounting for about 2% of the total population.

Most greens are also mixed with brown or gray-green.

Pure green is very rare.

Not to mention emerald green.

As rare as the Malfoys' platinum blond hair.

Westerners also like to praise the color of eyes.

"That's good to know! You are not fighting alone. As one of your investors, I will always be watching you!"

I patted his shoulder solemnly.

Then, he fell on Draco with laughter.

"Aurora, you naughty little devil..."

Draco put his arm around my waist to prevent me from falling to the ground.

I quickly put my arms around his neck, afraid that I would make a fool of myself and fall to the ground.

Draco carried the unique scent of the Malfoy family.

Its composition is so complex that even the greatest perfumers of modern times, using the most advanced instruments, are unable to deconstruct its formula.

The scent emitted is different when used on different people.

Lucius has the dry cedar, Narcissa has the cool and fresh Chinese daffodil, and Draco has the scent of grass and wood.

"It's getting late. I'm going to go home first. See you in the common room tomorrow!"

Harry said goodnight to us and went back to his room.

"Aurora, well done."

Draco hugged me tightly from behind, "In fact, it's better to break through this layer of window paper. We don't need to be as hypocritical as Gryffindor..."

"Harry is a Slytherin, he'll understand."

He pushed my long hair aside and I felt a warm touch on the back of my neck.

Draco's arms were tightening.

"Um……"

"Let your hair down tomorrow, don't comb it up," Draco warned softly.

"You...are going to leave traces again?"

I pinched his arm gently.

“They are beautiful…”

“I can’t see…”

"A beauty that only I can appreciate... in a place that is both public and private..." Draco's hand came to my neck.

In front of us, a huge dressing mirror reflected our figures.

The girl, whose lifeblood was held, leaned in the boy's arms.

"This place hasn't been opened for many years..." Draco looked around.

"And the names of Narcissa and Lucius..."

Narcissa Malfoy...

Why not Narcissa Black?

When the mother enrolls in school, she should use her maiden name.

Would Hogwarts also change depending on the identity of the owner of the name?

That must be it!

Only real names are shown on the Marauder's Map, and that's how Barty Crouch Jr.'s identity was revealed.

"Aurora, you're distracted again..."

Draco nibbled my earlobe in a punishing motion.

"Here...a pair of earrings are missing."

Could it be?

Draco pulled a small velvet locket from his pocket.

"I heard that my father gave my mother a pair of earrings that sealed her appearance, and no one except my father could take them off. Aurora, would you mind... putting them on for me?"