[HP] Moonlight Lovers

"Just a little headache..."

Lucius, who was under the quilt, quietly stretched out his finger, hooked Harry's hand and shook it slightly, smiling a little guilty.

"Stop staring at me," he whispered, "It'll be all right soon."

Harry bent down and touched his forehead with his palm. The fever hadn't subsided, so he couldn't help but frowned, "Are you still a child? If you feel uncomfortable, just ask for a leave of absence. What are you holding on to?" Woolen cloth!"

Lucius drooped his head, hid the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to put on a gesture of repentance, "I was wrong——"

He was a little groggy when he got up early in the morning. He thought it was because he didn't sleep well last night. He took advantage of the history of magic class to rest his head for a while, but he fell asleep like that. When he woke up, he was already It was on the way to be carried to the infirmary by the lover who came after hearing the news.

With a helpless look in Harry's eyes, he sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"I shouldn't have made you wait so long last night," he sighed, and said softly, "If you have a headache, rest a little longer."

"Yeah." Lucius also felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and nodded obediently, "I'm really sleepy."

Harry looked down at his abnormally flushed cheeks and slightly parted dry lips, feeling extremely distressed. He tried the temperature of the water in the cup on the low cabinet, and passed the cup to his lips, "Drink first Some water."

After bowing his head and taking a few sips of warm water, Lucius lay back peacefully, his head sank in the soft pillow, blinking his eyes at him, looking extremely harmless.

Harry couldn't help laughing, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Sleep, I'll be with you."

The corners of Lucius' mouth curled up, and he slowly closed his eyes, still holding his hand and refusing to let go.

Outside the door, Abraxas slightly raised his eyebrows at his son's rare reaction of relying on others. After thinking about it, he turned and left.

Strolling on the lawn beside the Black Lake, his expression was leisurely and lazy, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry when he came. When he saw a senior girl passing by, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he blinked frivolously. It made a few pretty little girls blush.

Then, he saw Head Slytherin coming across, frowning and staring at him with a disapproving expression.

Abraxas smiled unchanged, and gradually approached him, "Hi Tom~"

His junior still had that unlovable serious look, wasting that handsome face for nothing.

"Good morning, Abraxas," Professor Riddle nodded slightly, greeted him formally, and then said in a deep voice, "About Lucius, I think we should talk—do you have time today? "

Abraxas suddenly had the illusion of a toothache. He wanted to refuse, and he was afraid that this guy would go to Malfoy Manor for a home visit one day, and he would have to chatter longer, so he agreed with a heartbroken, "Of course."

The two walked side by side, slowly walking along the path by the lake, and stopped until they reached a place where there was no one there.

Abraxas quickly extracted a non-essential point from the long speech of the person in front of him about the campus violence incident that was suspected to be caused by jealousy last night, "So what? Potter cheated?"

A certain man himself has countless lovers, and the record set by the magic world has not been broken by anyone so far. However, the double standard is so strong that he turns cold for the things he has become accustomed to, and a trace of obvious annoyance floats in his eyes.

"No, he didn't."

As the heir of Slytherin, there are very few things in this castle that he can hide from him, but Professor Riddle does not feel that he is qualified to reveal the shocking secrets of Professor Potter to others, even to Abraxa. s.

"That's why I don't agree with students' puppy love. Young children are too easy to be emotional," Professor Riddle continued the topic just now, with a tone of heartbreak, "Lucius has always been my most optimistic student. Since then, I have always been a role model for my classmates, with a correct learning attitude, a strong sense of collective honor, respect for professors, solidarity with classmates, and being responsible for college affairs—”

Who is that well-behaved model student you speak of? ? ?

If it wasn't for maintaining a perfect image, Abraxas really wanted to scratch his ears. He felt that there must be some cognitive deviation between himself and the person in front of him.

"...But look, just because of a misunderstanding, he actually did something to his classmates." Professor Riddle pushed his glasses, his expression was extremely serious, "From a psychological point of view, this is the child's quarrel between them." The serious lack of confidence in his relationship is also a contradiction caused by his paranoid and dangerous view of love."

"People who are too emotionally suspicious or egotistical can hardly be satisfied with the present moment, and it is even more difficult to obtain happiness," he sighed, persuading earnestly, "I told you a long time ago that the behavior of parents has an impact on children. It's big, at least in front of Lucius, you should restrain yourself—"

"Tom—"

As a Slytherin, Abraxas really didn't like this kind of conversation that dissected everything clearly. He suppressed the impatience in his heart and said in a light tone: "You don't have to worry about this, I will Find a chance to talk to him."

Professor Riddle stared at him blankly, "I am his professor, so I have to be responsible for him—I still don't understand why all magic schools don't pay attention to psychological education. Do you think that in Hoag Watts, as long as the child can get a straight A in the exam?!"

"Of course not—" Abraxas looked at him seriously, and spread his hands helplessly, "Okay, I'll pay attention to it later, okay?"

Professor Riddle hated irresponsible parents the most in his life, and was blackened by his perfunctory attitude and tone.

"Sulking grows old quickly, Tom." Abraxas hugged his shoulders affectionately, and he subconsciously shook his hands away, his lowered eyes darkened, and he smiled nonchalantly, "I promised When have you ever regretted it, don't mention it, it's rare, how about we go to Hogsmeade for a drink?"

Professor Riddle looked at him with disgust, "I refuse - there is no need for such an additional scandal about Patriarch Malfoy."

"What's the point of a life that can't be enjoyed in time?" Abraxas sighed, "With such a face, don't you think it's a pity that you don't even have any romantic affairs to brag about when you get old? ?”

Ha ha--

"What's the pity, is a reputation like yours something to be proud of?" Someone who has decided to continue to fight for the education cause is too lazy to pay attention to this guy who hasn't left the vulgar taste and always wants to drag people into the water. Pushing his glasses, he said goodbye indifferently, "I still have to correct my homework, excuse me."

With a frivolous smile in his eyes, Abraxas waved his hand lazily, "I also have an appointment, we will meet again when I have time."

The weather was fine, and the huge black lake reflected the sun and cloud shadows. It was as leisurely and peaceful as ever.

I don't know who sighed softly, mixed in the soft breeze and kissed the lake surface, bringing up small ripples, and then quietly diffused until there were no traces left.