Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Did he see what I was thinking?

I was so embarrassed that my face turned red.

His hands were restrained around my waist.

The scene in the mirror had already switched to the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor.

We...are really embarrassing.

When we grew up, we turned out to be as wild in sex as Lucius and Narcissa.

"Don't look..."

I covered Draco's eyes with my hands.

"You... why are your mind full of these..."

There was a smile on his lips. I was alone facing the increasingly intense scene in the mirror, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence.

"That's you too, Aurora...you were thinking the same thing."

He took my hand away from my eyes and touched my palm with his lips.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

We in the mirror seem to have discovered our existence.

They came towards us too.

As an adult, Draco was even more handsome, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He grew his short hair long to his waist.

He is very tall and gives off an aura of keeping strangers away, but when he looks at me in the mirror, his eyes become gentle and timeless.

In the mirror, I snuggled up to Draco.

She is a peerless beauty like Narcissa, whose brightness and beauty are beyond comparison.

The men's shirt was draped loosely on her body, revealing one shoulder and long, straight legs.

Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes were blurry and she looked a little tired, obviously she had been tormented for a long time.

His whole body exudes a lazy aura.

To describe it as a feast for the eyes is the most appropriate.

The woman was the first to notice us. She stretched out her hand and clasped my palm.

"Draco, you seemed to have just had an argument with me at that time?"

She was originally here to question someone, but she looked so innocent.

The man let her do what she wanted.

"At that time, my head was filled with Stipa sphenanthera..." He pushed aside the woman's fluffy platinum curly hair, revealing her swan-like neck.

There are stars dotted on it and red plum blossoms blooming.

"How can you show these to two little ones...Draco, you really learned bad things..."

"They want to see something even more extreme..." Draco said vaguely.

Suddenly, a blanket completely covered the mirror image.

There was a rustling sound coming from inside.

"Why is it covered?"

"He's been staring at you..."

"Draco...how can you be jealous of yourself..."

The voices inside were getting quieter and quieter.

Is that our future self? Or is it our true desire deep inside?

My hand was still on the mirror.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

"Aurora, before you came, I saw some weird scenes."

"In the Malfoy family photo, the mother's eyes are actually red..."

"Beside my grandfather stood a black-haired man who looked 70% similar to my mother."

"Who is that person?"

The only black-haired man who had any contact with Abraxas was Tom Riddle!

I had not observed the similarities between Narcissa and Riddle very closely.

After Draco's reminder, it was true that, except for the eye color and hair color, the facial features of the two people were almost as if they were carved from the same mold!

What is the relationship between Narcissa and Voldemort?

No wonder in the original book, Voldemort sent him to check whether Harry Potter was alive!

Such a task will definitely be given to the person you trust the most.

The painting style gradually becomes weird...

I seem to have discovered a truth that was omitted in the original work!