[HP Draco/Harry] The Second Generation of the Four Founders

In the eyes of Sect, Harry will always be the troll he watched growing up... He has always felt that Sect is a father to Harry and Sirius is an older brother.

Recently I found that the article was locked, mainly because the reason for the lock was not clear, and I had to find the administrator. There should still be Tieba, but the harmonious one is definitely gone. I'm very happy for the students who like this article. This is purely for practicing my writing. But Harry Potter is really my childhood. The writing is not good and it took a lot of effort to write. Finally, thank you all again.

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Chapter 54 (In order to maintain the continuity of the plot, some were deleted, I don't know if it can still be included) After nightfall, the desolate place that was originally sparsely populated completely changed its scene. A magnificent dome-shaped stadium appeared out of thin air. After the gong sounded, thousands of lanterns hanging on the trees immediately illuminated the road leading to the stadium. The stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 spectators, was packed with seats. Fanatic cheers spread like waves of wheat. This extreme excitement quickly infected everyone. "I didn't see Twinkle." "Little Crouch is not here." Hermione said after vigilantly looking around the top box. When I revisited my hometown, I could still remember the Death Eater parade that took place at the Quidditch World Cup that year. As the instigator of stealing Harry's wand and emitting the Dark Mark, Barty Crouch Jr. Is particularly feared. That was an extremely smart Death Eater. If his blind worship of the Dark Lord had not affected his sanity, then Barty Crouch Jr. Would have been a very terrifying sleeper. But now, the people who should be here are not here, which is definitely not a good thing for them. "Oh my god... Oh my god, you are - Harry Potter!" A group of men walked in from the door. Behind the short and fat Fudge, the excited Bulgarian Minister of Magic rushed over and said a lot to him. Although the English he spoke was jerky but still understandable, Fudge's face darkened. For no other reason than that he was able to deal with this Bulgarian man who "didn't understand" English at all! "You actually speak English!" Fudge said in disbelief. His tone was gloomy. His neck was obviously red with anger, but he could only suppress his anger and chat with the Malfoy family next to him. No matter what the occasion, the Malfoy family always behaved like nobility. Even in the face of many high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, Old Malfoy looked aloof. Sirius sneered when he saw it. The sound he made was not loud but enough to make Mrs. Malfoy glance at him lightly. Then, the noble lady with blond wavy hair walked over, glanced at Sirius coldly like a warning, and then looked at Harry. "Hello, Harry," she said gently. "Hello, ma'am." Narcissa nodded to him, and then sat down next to Sirius with unexpected grace. The poor head of the Black family was immediately on pins and needles, and often just when he wanted to get up, he was suppressed by his cousin's eyes. The fifty-foot-high top-level box is facing the three steel hoops for pitching, and opposite them is a giant velvet-like black screen, on which golden text flashes constantly, as if an invisible giant hand is writing advertising lines one after another. Among them, an advertisement called Lightning Thunder Candy is particularly eye-catching: Thunder and lightning in your mouth, enjoy the ultimate deliciousness like an explosion... Lightning Thunder Candy, with a passionate and fiery rhythm, is like the sweet love given to you by the Boy Who Lived! As soon as this advertisement came out, Harry felt bad. When the manufacturer approached him and asked him to endorse this new product, Harry agreed based on the generous gold galleons reward. He is no longer the Harry Potter who was worried about his excessive fame because of the attention of others. In fact, Harry is happy to see that his fame can help the Order of the Phoenix in the future. It was precisely because of this idea that Harry readily agreed, but what he never expected was that as soon as this advertisement came out, in addition to giving him the title of a sweet boy, it would also ignite the bomb named "Dragon" next to him. Harry watched a fierce Quidditch World Cup final with absent-minded attention. Even the wonderful moment when Krum caught the Golden Snitch was missed by him perfectly. Looking at Draco, who was sitting next to him, the blond boy with gray eyes had grown several centimeters taller during the summer vacation. He sat up straight, with his slightly longer bangs let down, slightly covering his deep eyebrows. Draco remained silent from beginning to end, as if all the attention was attracted by the game, but those who knew him well - like Harry, the macho and immortal boy, deeply understood how miserable his death would be. "Draco." Harry smiled ingratiatingly and looked around nervously. This is the small forest next to the stadium. Although it is far enough away, you can still hear the thunderous sound of people in the distance. As soon as the game ended, they left the field with excuses without paying attention to the award ceremony. Oprah, who was covered in purple scales, was hanging on the tree hissingly and looking forward to her master. The snake queen, who had been very threatening to the snakes at the beginning, was like a child asking for credit. She excitedly twisted her body and reported to her master the situation she had collected from the nearby snake residents. However, before she could get any praise, she was grabbed by the damn yellow hair and put into the arms of the red head. Then, he watched helplessly as Harry was pulled into the forest by the yellow hair and gradually disappeared. How is this possible! A scaly Oprah says she's angry! How could a thoughtful and insightful lamia tolerate her master being ruthlessly abducted? ! So, when the snake beauty became angry, she immediately turned into a purple shadow and followed her. In the quiet forest, Harry was sneering at Draco. He pushed the boy on top of him with his hand. It was not that he was being pretentious, but that the savior was not thick-skinned enough to fight in the field. "Fiery passion? Sweet boy?" A thin smile appeared on Draco's lips. Feeling Harry's rejection, the heat that pressed against him made him even more arrogant and domineering. "Hey, I said you..." Harry frowned helplessly. He took out his wand with difficulty and threw a dozen spells around him. After doing this, he calmed down, raised his eyebrows, and said two words as if asking about the weather, "Want to do it?" Emerald green eyes stared at the other person unblinkingly. Harry's expression remained unchanged as if he was used to this kind of thing, but in fact, this dead and alive old virgin was already so ashamed in his heart, especially …harmony… Harry didn't know why he made such a bold move, but when he heard Draco's moans and groans, and when he saw Draco's sexy and lazy expression, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. In fact, Harry and Draco were the people who knew each other best, whether they were disgusted with each other or accompanied each other day and night in their previous life. So no words were needed, just a look from the other party, and Harry knew: Draco remembered it. "I missed you," he said, and Harry whispered after he had calmed down the afterglow of passion. Harmony… "Don't do that next time." The blond Slytherin rubbed his lips and placed a kiss on Harry's eyelids, "Don't do that, Harry..." The two fourteen-year-old boys hugged each other quietly. Even after the award ceremony, the endless stream of audiences passing by them laughing and laughing did not attract their attention. This moment of silence that seemed to belong only to the two of them made their hearts gradually calmer. Neither of them spoke, until a silver-white otter suddenly appeared, and Hermione's voice rang out in the little guy's mouth: "Come to the square, the Death Eaters are attacking the camp."

It's so good to read it as if you have spanned history (???????)

I finished reading the entire book on February 9, 2024. [HP-DEHA] The Second Generation of the Big Four. I am honored to read such a high-quality book. Farewell

Wuhu! The end of "Spreading Flowers", I really didn't expect it to be such a long time ago, very good Dehawen [shy] 2024.4.16

I finally spent half a day reading it. It's well written. I really like the author's imagination and rising emotions. There's no OOC. Why didn't I discover such a great article earlier...

What a big idea, hhh, that's where the name comes from. . . My mind keeps turning to Morgan in FGO. . . Still have silver hair

July 2024 may be the 8th or the 9th - After reading this, I feel so happy about time travel and rebirth.