[hp grandchildren] Birdcage

A somewhat forced smile, "At least Rose will definitely help you find a new way out."

Albus was originally worried about Scorpius, but after hearing this sentence, his mood suddenly darkened, his black curly hair cast a layer of gray shadows on his eyes, the undercurrent was surging under the lake, and his emotions It was obscure, but his voice sounded surprisingly calm: "So, what about you?"

"I—" Scorpius had a bitter taste in his throat, "If I don't stay and deal with it, they won't stop. But you are innocent and shouldn't be implicated in this—"

His words came to an abrupt end, because he found Albus's expression terribly gloomy, but Scorpius could read another meaning from it, which was an emotion similar to hurt.He was at a loss for what to do, and couldn't think of how to explain it to Albus for a while, his tongue seemed to be tied, and he said with a little panic: "Al, I don't mean to abandon you, I..."

Albus' gloomy expression gradually dissipated, he sighed long, his brows and eyes softened: "Sco, I just don't want you to be alone at that time, I think... at least I can be by your side."

"But they'll take it out on you..." Scorpius frowned sadly, as if he was the one who got the pissed off.

"They're all human. As human beings, there are weaknesses to check and balance," Albus looked at him firmly. "If you get to that point, you must need help, but you just tried to push me away."

Albus bent his eyes and smiled: "I can learn from you and Pufan about the way of management. Besides, I actually knew something before."

"Did those people still teach you this?" Scorpius was puzzled.

"They wanted to teach me everything - except how to escape," said Albus lazily, resting his chin.

Scorpius fell silent.He looked at the green eyes, which were said to be exactly the same as those of the Duke Potter himself, and the typical dark disheveled Potter hair.Sitting in front of him was a young man named Albus Potter, who inherited his father's appearance and should have inherited his father's title or estate.He should have had an infinitely bright future, but he fell to this point because of Riddle and his vassals.And he, Malfoy, was originally one of these vassals.

The world is about to change soon.The old aristocrats represented by Riddle will soon lose the power they rely on.

"Sko," Albus shook his hand in front of Scorpius, "what are you thinking?" He found that after he had just said that sentence, Scorpius looked at him very strangely, and Stop taking his word for it.This made him involuntarily want to figure out the other party's mind.

"No, it's okay," Scorpius suddenly showed a relaxed smile, "I just—— figured out something. Malfoy's bankruptcy is inevitable. It should be said that it is the trend of the times... If so, then I also You don’t have to worry too much anymore.”

Albus secretly marveled at how quickly Scorpius had transformed.What did he figure out?Or did he know something else? — But as Scorpius said, that one thing did become inevitable.Plans already made cannot be changed at this time.

The warmth of the previous hug was like an illusion.Albus was a little dazed that soon, those sweet times would all be a passing dream—and he shouldn't be thinking about it now.

But... Albus stared across the table at the Malfoy children who were slowly chewing their staple food. For a split second, that scene overlapped with what was in his mind, and strong reluctance and surging desire were strangely intertwined together.

That feeling was enough to consume him.

"You want him, you don't want to lose him."

"Al." Scorpius put down the fork that reflected the glow of the stove in his hand, "Can you... let me sleep in your arms tonight?" After speaking, he seemed to realize that this request was a bit out of line, and his eyes widened Too daring to lift up to look at Albus, so he missed the look that Albus looked at him for a moment just to envelop him completely.

"Of course." The voice reacted one step earlier than the spirit to answer the question, as if it was such a normal thing.Albus had to admit that there seemed to be something imprinted in his subconscious that always affected him one step ahead of his conscious - and that undoubtedly had something to do with Scorpius.

Albus didn't miss the corner of Scorpius' lips curling up at his answer.

Birdcage ([-])

6.

Those people brought their things to Malfoy Manor.

The iron fence of the estate is in jeopardy.The originally secluded manor was filled with noisy shouting and scolding, and the unique bright tone of metal echoed in the sky. The chaotic noise was like a flame, surrounding the manor, vowing to destroy it here.

Scorpius looked out the window.He saw a crowd of people with excited faces and waving their arms, as if announcing the impending doom of his and all the old nobles.

"Al—I want to go out and have a look." Scorpius' voice sounded unusually heavy, and there was a certain determination to make a sacrifice.

Albus glanced outside, turned his gaze back, and looked at Scorpius firmly: "You can't go out."

"But they won't stop," Scorpius gave him a wry smile, "someone has to start first..."

"You can't go out," Albus repeated stubbornly and nervously.The bright green eyes seemed to have sunk into the black seabed, turning into a deep blue, without a single ray of light being seen.

"I—" Scorpius felt something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.A burst of dizziness suddenly hit him, and he quickly supported his forehead, but his body seemed to have been pulled out of the supporting spine.Strength began to drain, and consciousness gradually drifted away towards the horizon like an irreversible wind.In the foggy vision, the last thing he saw was the imperceptible touch of joy hidden on Albus's lips.

The unconscious blond boy fell steadily into Albus' arms.It's just that the brows are still tightly frowned, as if sinking into a not | peaceful sleep.Albus held him tightly in his arms, the sun flew into the corner from the window, and the light blonde hair emitted a soft light.Bewitched, Albus touched the blond hair with his hand, and the soft touch was transmitted from his fingertips, as if it were satin—exactly like the owner of the blond hair.

The noise outside the window was still echoing in the air above, but Albus didn't seem to hear it.

The housekeeper Pu Fan entered the house from the outside at some unknown time.He still walked with his well-bred stride, calm and composed, with no sign of panic in his expression-as if he knew all along that things would turn out like this.

Pufan walked into the hall, at this time Scorpius had been placed on the sofa by Albus.The complex voices of the manor never seemed to wake him up.And Albus was leaning against the window with no expression on his face.

"Master Potter," Pufan walked up to Albus in a few steps, and bowed respectfully, "Everything is ready. You should leave as soon as possible, lest the anger against the old nobles hurt you."

"I've changed my mind," Albus' gaze fell on the sleeping blond boy, "I'm going to take him away."

"Why?" Pu Fan was puzzled, this was not part of the plan, "You don't need to..."

"I know," Albus turned his gaze to Pufan, the eyes were mixed with something cloudy and inexplicably hostile, which frightened Pufan a little, "but I want to take him away."

The Potters have always been stubborn.Pu Fan didn't say anything more, lowered his eyes and answered "Yes".He secretly thought about Albus's performance just now, and he already knew in his heart: Master Potter had real feelings for Master Malfoy—and it was not that simple.

But this has nothing to do with him, he only needs to do well what is given to him, as for the others, that is not what he should care about.Originally, he was controlled by the green-eyed boy because of the potion of unknown origin, but after seeing the other party's methods and the benefits promised to him by the other party, he was completely convinced.Pufan saw Albus's heart with his own eyes - even though Albus had feelings for Master Malfoy that shouldn't have appeared, he didn't stop the plan they made.

Pu Fan pushed open the door of the wine cellar, there was a path to bypass the troublemakers.He helped Albus support the blond boy, placed him on a cart, and followed him all the way out of the empty Malfoy Manor.Presumably, when those people really rushed into the manor, they would only be shocked to find that they had all gone for nothing.

From today onwards, the surname Malfoy has lost its former glory.This thought flashed across Albus's mind suddenly, and a strange throbbing arose in his heart.He can't be called fear, guilt, joy, excitement, maybe both types of emotions.Scorpius, who fell asleep, knew nothing about his contribution to the dark tide.If he found out, would he hate himself?However, this assumption is meaningless.Albus would never let him know about it.no way.

My little master Malfoy, go to sleep, sleep well - when you wake up again...

They went to the countryside to avoid people's eyes and ears.On an ordinary day at the turn of summer and autumn, the field is permeated with the aroma of ripe fruit, so greasy that it seems that wine has been brewed, and it makes people drunk when it comes.Here and there, not too poisonous, the sun shines faintly through the window panes of the igloo.This is a deserted world, with few people, only the sound of birds and trees can be heard.

Pufan was busy packing things in the hut.when everything is done