[hp grandchildren] Birdcage

When he came to ask Albus for instructions, he stopped abruptly as soon as he said "Master Potter".He saw Albus lean down and press a long kiss on the lips of the sleeping, clueless blond boy.Then, he saw Albus look up at him, and the green-eyed boy put his index finger up against his curved lips.It was a hush-hush cue, and the bright green eyes were smiling, and it was hard not to think of something contented.

The blond boy was breathing steadily and sleeping in the soft quilt. His previously frowning brows had long been loosened. His light gray eyes were hidden behind the closed eyelids. Outside the quilt was a hanging curtain that blocked the sight of others and surrounded him in all directions. with him.Under the igloo are frosted floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass is foggy, making it difficult for people to see the world outside the house clearly.Pu Fan realized something belatedly, everything here was wrapping the blond-haired Malfoy in layers.And this hut is simply a natural birdcage.

Sunny day.The boy in the cage fell asleep.Pu Fan shivered involuntarily under the gaze of those deep pools—the possibilities that flashed through his mind made him shudder.He didn't dare to think about it, only said "everything is ready", and left the room of the hut.

Albus just blinked, and let Pufan leave without saying anything.He picked up a small strand of blond hair from Scorpius—it was Qiuyang almost made into silk—wrapped it around his own index finger, and stroked it lightly, as if there was warmth from the fingertips uploaded.His fingers caressed Scorpius' earlobe, rubbed the cheek that would have a little dimple when he smiled, and pressed it on the soft lips, which reminded him of that night dimly lit by candles.And further down, the fingertips landed on the button in front of the collar.

not the right time yet.Albus withdrew his hand, and the beautiful thoughts circling in his mind breathed rhythmically like the tide, those breaths were tempting enough just to hear them, but now they all had to go back to their cages.

He looked up at the white stone dome of the hut, like kneeling on black velvet looking at a golden sky.For some reason, he looked at Scorpius who had nowhere to escape, and he should have felt satisfied, but the sense of loss was like the tide flooding up and wet his ankles. The salty water vapor was not annoying, but it still couldn't be ignored.

Scorpius finally woke up after sleeping for a long time.Looking at the bewildered gray ocean, which was somewhat unknown, Albus tasted a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.He almost couldn't help telling the truth to Scorpius, but another thought took over his consciousness - this is the end of the matter, just bury the truth to the end.

Albus put his arms around Scorpius, patted Scorpius on the back soothingly, and whispered the deception in his ear, like another trap woven by spiders—you must not go out, Scorpius, it is too much outside. It's dangerous, only here is the safest.As for other things, Pufan and I will help you deal with it—this lie is like the one woven by the witch herself in the story of Rapunzel.And Young Master Malfoy, his Sco, embraced him again, laying his head on his neck and shoulders.This move is so similar to the last time.

"Al," Scorpius' voice muffled by his own actions, "thank you for being with me. You're so kind."

Not at all.Albus was dumbfounded.You have no idea what kind of villain I am.He couldn't say anything, all he did was tighten his arms.

The flickering sun in early autumn has already slept deeply in the bottom of the valley.It doesn't know how many ghosts and ghosts there are in the forest at night, and how many crimes without light have occurred in the dark corners.

Birdcage ([-])

7.

A man in black walked in the brightly lit tavern streets and alleys at night, and the warm light seemed unable to imbue him with a warm atmosphere.He was wearing the same dark hat, the brim of which covered his eyebrows and eyes, and only a few strands of black curly hair revealed his identity.

As soon as this man walked into the tavern, Leon, the owner of the tavern, immediately spotted him.Intuition told Lyon that this was not an ordinary customer.Sure enough, after entering the door, he didn't look for a place to sit down, but walked straight towards Leon.

Leon couldn't help cheering up and becoming vigilant.He has something here that can never be known and obtained by others. He must find out who is coming, whether it is an enemy or a friend.He has known about the recent events in the city, and now his place is a secret place where several civilian groups meet. Based on this alone, he must be careful not to reveal the secrets of the tavern.

However, the visitor just moved his hat to reveal his facial features, and Leon completely dispelled all kinds of messy thoughts just now.He even choked up and opened his eyes wide for fear that he might see something wrong.He was not mistaken. After confirming it several times, Leon felt hot. This is a descendant of Potter's family - he is still alive!Leon once thought that the things in his hands would never have an owner to claim them again, but today he was really overjoyed!

"Mr. Lyons," the green-eyed young Potter smiled politely, "I've come to fetch what my father left behind."

"Please follow me," Leon deliberately lowered his voice, "Master Potter."

In the deep wine cellar of the tavern, the box that has been dusty for many years is finally opened again - those things that are enough to kill Prince Riddle, letters, secret orders, seals, one after another horrible and ugly conspiracy, collaborating with the enemy and treason | killing people with the help of a knife , eradicate dissidents, the corrupt old nobles are in cahoots with Prince Riddle, and these things are enough to get them all hanged on the gallows.

"The era of the old aristocracy will eventually pass, and we will usher in a new dawn." Leon sighed with emotion.

"The fire is building," said Albus, curling the corners of his mouth slyly, "and I'll let these things do their best work in due course."

"I believe you can do it, Master Potter." Leon blushed with excitement, "The goddess of victory is finally on our side, and Prince Riddle will definitely pay the price for his evil deeds."

After coming out of the tavern, Albus went back on the same road, but bumped into a person at the corner of the tavern at the corner of the tavern—a person with long, fluffy and curly brown hair. She first said sorry to Albus, Then he realized that the person in front of him was one of the people he had been looking for these days, and he held Albus's wrist tightly: "Al, why are you here? Where's Scott?"

Albus stared into Rose's eyes and said displeasedly, "You don't need to be so concerned about his situation."

"Why is it unnecessary? He's my friend!" Rose glared at him, then looked towards Lyon's tavern as if realizing something.In an instant, the newspaper reports flew through her mind, and she, who was so blessed, immediately figured out many doubts, and looked at Albus again with uncontrollable anger in her eyes.

"Albus Potter!" Rose called out his full name angrily, "What the hell did you do to the Malfoy family property?"

"Rose, don't forget that you are from the Weasley family," Albus looked at her with cold and strange eyes, "Malfoy should not be cared about by you. Besides, in the current situation, we should stand on the same side." on the front line."

Rose couldn't stand such a cold Albus.She looked at him in disbelief, as if Albus had turned into some monster she hadn't seen before. "But you and I both know that Scott is innocent," Rose tried to calm down and persuade Albus, "he didn't participate in the things that the Riddle forces did, and he never had the old aristocratic villain who persecuted civilians." No trace. He shouldn't be implicated."

"But his surname is Malfoy, Rose." Albus' eyes showed impatience, "I know he is innocent, but he bears the things attached to this surname, whether it is the past glory or the impending decline. "

"Your amnesia is fake?! You really remember everything... Tell me, you didn't kill him," Rose's tone was filled with anxiety, "You won't kill him, right?"

"I shouldn't have wasted time with you on this matter," Albus said, breaking away from Rose's hand that was gripping his wrist. The black clothes made him blend into the night in an instant, like water drops in the ocean.

"Albus Potter! You madman!" Rose yelled.This is simply unreasonable, who taught this kid to repay kindness with revenge?It doesn't matter if it's amnesia to deceive her, but he actually betrayed Scorpius like this!

No, she couldn't wait any longer.She has to find Scorpius, whose life and death are still uncertain.When she received the news a few days ago that the troublemakers had arrived at Malfoy Manor, she was very worried.She hurriedly called Hugo to go over to check the situation, but found that the manor looked empty, and even the housekeeper Pufan was gone.She hadn't expected to find them, and had even prepared for the death of them all, but she unexpectedly met Albus in front of this tavern in Lyon, where the civilian groups met.

Rose calmed down.She wants to go back and have a good talk with Hugo.

8.

Scorpius held the book and looked at it fascinated.Both Pufan and Albus were busy today, he really had nothing to do, so he took out the book Pufan brought him, found the page he had read before, and continued reading from the previous article .

When one of the windows in his room was suddenly opened, he jumped in fright, his head buried between the pages of the book suddenly lifted up, and the alarm sounded in his heart—could he have been found by those people, right?When he looked up, he found a fluffy-haired head protruding from the window—it was his good friend Rose.Scorpius quickly breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to