HP Dark Hero

Move, stretch your hand down.

Oh - Merlin's socks! Blaise broke out in a sweat, he didn't know whether to thank Harry for taking the initiative to learn, or to be in disbelief for his untimely learning ability.

"I said, this... hiccup, the transcript is too long, right?"

"Soon, right away," Blaise forced himself to be.How could it be all right soon! The instincts that Blaise had been forced to abstain from for years roared in his head.Give me another night!No, three days and three nights!

However, now it is obvious that Harry is playing with a lot of fun, he is like a leopard about to eat delicious food, lying lazily on Blaise's body, using a method he only learned not long ago, leaving a series of hickeys along his neck and into the neckline , propped his face with some leeway, and looked at his work with a pair of bright green eyes.

"You—you..." the old man hiccupped and leaned crookedly against the wall, "Are you two pressed together?"

"It's just—" Blaise suddenly thought, for the old man, what he saw should be an Auror pressing on the prisoner, he and Harry both have black hair, and the old man was drunk and had poor eyesight, so he couldn't tell the difference, his words sounded like an official The answer slid out smoothly, "──Well, I'll check his belongings so that we don't get involved if something goes wrong. I suspect he's secretly carrying a... wand."

Harry choked and coughed suddenly, unable to speak a word.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The old man was startled by the violent coughing.

"It's okay," Blaise replied hoarsely after Harry stopped coughing, staring at Harry with a smile on the end of his upturned eyes, "I have a cold, you know."

The drunk old man nodded half-understanding, raised the bottle in his hand again, but couldn't taste a drop of wine.He turned the bottle upside down and shook it, and then said in a low voice: "The wine is gone. Regardless of whether you are well or not, you should go. I will wait for you outside, hiccup."

Holding the wine bottle, the old man staggered and moved out. He slammed against the iron gate, and the loud sound was mixed with a few curses.

Blaise let go, and the two were equally relieved, exchanging a terrified look.Both of them had built up heat and didn't express it, but this place was really not a suitable place, Blaise had to take the trench coat that Harry handed back, and tidy each other hastily. Harry sat on the sidelines, a little embarrassed to see the invisible hickeys on the back of Blaise's neck, and a feeling that everything should be like this.They only came and exchanged a few whispered instructions before Blaise pulled his hat on and hurried away.

Harry took out a water bottle from the small pocket on his chest and took a few sips. With his hands folded behind his head, he looked at the cold and heavy stone bricks.

The dungeon was no different from a few hours ago, just as cold and damp, but his mood was bright enough to leave behind the worries lurking deep in his heart.