Descendants of HP

Moonlight fearfully waited on the coffin where the child was lying. He hadn't touched the child directly, but the trembling all over his body couldn't be more obvious.

Draco sat on the sofa, carefully studying Moonlight's fear.

Moonlight's fear was not the fear he felt when facing his master's wrongdoing - Draco could understand this - it seemed more like the natural reverence of low-level species for high-level creatures.

It can be seen from this that, as a blood clan with noble blood, there is indeed a racial talent at work.House elves are magical alchemy creatures born for wizards. They have a stronger sensitivity to noble or terrifying bloodlines than wizards.

Draco can almost confirm that the coffin sold to him by that store is indeed the blood coffin.

Draco really didn't know what the blood coffin represented.Just listening to the name, he guessed that this thing must have an extraordinary origin.The strong strength of the blood race is not nonsense, but has a purpose.Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, some of the family's related books mentioned blood races with a secretive attitude, which gave Draco a general impression of this group even if he didn't understand it.

But not only the legends are not easy to mess with, the reputation of the blood race is indeed not good, coupled with the pride of being a pure-blood wizard, Draco is naturally not so polite to the existence of the blood race.

Now that he was sure that this thing had a really extraordinary origin, he hadn't figured out why that person would sell it to him.

Before the man said he would take it back, all Draco could do was to learn about the existence of the blood race as much as possible, and actively search for information about the sanguinary coffin.

This is not easy.

There are too few books about blood races in the wizarding world, but there are some studies on the same dark creature werewolves.

Probably because the blood race is close to the legendary species, it is rare to see such a powerful dark life on the land of England.Therefore, there will be very few related works.

Draco still remembered that there should be related books in the study room at home, but he was really too busy these two or three days, so he didn't have time to read them.Now that he was free, he also flipped out the book and was about to read it.

Anyone who comes into contact with such a race suddenly must learn about it.Especially as if Draco himself planned to feed a blood child created by himself - it would most likely be a reborn version of Snape, and he couldn't do without taking care of it carefully.

He didn't trust those people, and he didn't want this child to be a threat to them.More importantly, since the child was born, he has not seen the child sober.

Draco didn't know what was wrong with that, the clerk just said to let the child lie in the holy coffin.Just pour high-quality blood on the outer shell of the holy coffin according to the predetermined amount every day.

He doubted this sentence. After all, he poured the blood outside, but there was no way to feed it directly into the child's mouth.

But Draco's statement was directly ridiculed by the clerk, "Since you don't understand the holy coffin, just be obedient. Ordinary people should not try to explore the secrets of the holy coffin."Then, he once again ordered that the blood must not be poured directly inside the holy coffin.

Draco didn't feel much about the exhortations, but he didn't deliberately challenge the prohibition that the man said.

Knowing that there will be problems if you don't follow it, but you will live in peace if you follow it, only a fool will deliberately disobey in order to prove unnecessary things.

After being sprinkled with blood again, the coffin sucked the blood clean again.

It was almost an instant, and Draco didn't even realize how the coffins sucked blood, just watched them disappear suddenly.

Feeling nothing wrong, Draco touched the coffin carefully again, and the touch was still cold, cold and dry.

It was as if the blood that was poured just now was fake.

Draco moved his hand and was about to open the lid of the coffin, but Moonlight stopped him regardless of the offense.

"Master, don't move it now." Moonlight's tone was full of anxiety.

Draco looked at him suspiciously and said, "What's going on?"

"The little master is still growing, he hasn't really appeared yet." Moonlight gestured, and he didn't know what to say to Draco.

Draco withdrew his hand, his gray-blue eyes looked extremely indifferent: "Still growing? Then I took him out of here a few days ago, didn't I also..."

"Yes!" Moonlight knew he was offended, and he bowed deeply to Draco, with the tip of his nose touching the ground, appearing even more humble and insignificant, "Little master will take a while. When the time is right, little master will He came out on his own initiative."

House-elves always know what's best for their masters.

Draco nodded thoughtfully: "So, according to your observation, how long will it take him?"

"At least half a month." The house elf said the most ideal state.

Draco knew about it.

It seemed that he really underestimated this so-called resurrection.

That chain store, those clerks, made Draco feel more and more mysterious.

The behavior of the other party can be said to be undisguised, even upright to the point that Draco wondered if his thinking was correct.

No one will directly show that they are a mysterious race, right?But these people would do it, and what's more, they seemed to be deliberately leading him to think so.It's weird.

Draco now felt that he was really stuck, he had already done such a stupid thing because of his hot head, but there was no way, he couldn't stop.

Draco wasn't sure what his ultimate purpose was, but at such a time, he didn't do anything, and it seemed that he was letting himself choose slow suicide in silence.

He needs to do something to make himself feel at ease.

Even his own parents couldn't give him this feeling.

Draco put his hand on the coffin, feeling the cold touch, which strangely calmed his restless heart.

Moonlight watched this scene from the side, shrinking her body.

The creature in the coffin, even if it is the little master, is indeed a bit too scary...

The author has something to say:

Next chapter, Severus will crawl out (dirt!

Sorry, there are too many things these two days. I fell asleep as soon as I got home and fell asleep on the bed. I couldn’t update it in time. I won’t be too busy these days. I will try my best to update it every day!