The distance between the two is getting closer

Vio gritted her teeth and pushed away the unicorn that was supporting her, then lunged directly at Draco, and the moment she touched him, her left hand climbed onto his wand, and the tip of the wand snatched it away emitted a blue glow, hitting the dirt next to it, instantly scorching it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Actually, it won't be like that," Vio said as he hugged Draco like a koala hugging a eucalyptus, and whispered in his ear with the last of his strength, "at most let you go to Muggle studies alone next semester"

The last few words spilled from between her lips, light as a breeze, and Draco was tempted to hear them, but the person who spoke had already fallen asleep.

It was at this moment that he suddenly felt that the whole person was like an enlightenment, everything in his head was so clear, what he wanted to do, who he planned to save, all the memories returned to his head at this moment.

The fog swirled around him with a terrible sound, and Draco mechanically reached out to enclose Vio with his robes.

The mist then drifted with the wind towards the basilisk surrounded by a herd of unicorns, driving it to turn around and flee through the spherical web of the eight-eyed spider's lair without unicorns, and the basilisk sprang into the forest before clinging to the ground and disappearing.

The whole hollow slowly fell silent again.

Vio closed his eyes serenely, still holding the position of hugging Draco.

Draco didn't push Vio away, he felt his heart beat violently, like a bird that was about to jump out of his chest and flutter its wings in the next second.

Even though it feels very uncomfortable, she is really important to have this soft girl in her arms. She just fell asleep. She should sleep comfortably.

Draco felt the source of warmth next to his cheeks, and didn't dare to move, the pestle was there.

He suddenly didn't dare to know what would happen next, and if time stood still for this second, it seemed like a good choice.

But the leading unicorn stepped forward, and his warm eyes looked directly at him, as if he was looking into the bottom of people's hearts.

Draco seemed to hear the voice of a kind elder under this gaze, "Hold her hand, if you want to keep her." ”

Keep her? What does it mean? If she's going to go somewhere to death, then, keep her.

That's how it should be, there's nothing to wonder about, is it.

Without hesitation, Draco turned to the side, lowering Vio's right hand from his neck, and then carefully gripped it.

The unicorn quietly glanced at the hands of the two of them, and once again raised his neck and howled, and the forest wind blew, sending a refreshing and cool breath.

In the sunlight, the unicorn walked over and tapped it lightly with its crystalline, swirling horn.

In an instant, the holy silver-white light shone like a silver star, and the light slowly rose, gently wrapping along the hands of the two of them, and then slowly sinking into it.

Draco felt as if there was a vein of water flowing through his body, and his whole person was rejuvenated from the inside out, as if he had cleared the fog on the road ahead and finally had a new goal.

He couldn't wait to pick up Vio and see if she woke up. But she didn't, her eyes were closed, and the obsidian-like eyes, which usually shone with a lively light, were hidden deep at the moment.

Draco looked at the unicorn in front of him in a daze, meeting its eyes, and the same kind voice sounded in his head again, reassuring him, "The damage caused by magic has healed, but she still needs to rest." ”

"You're talking to me?" Draco asked. "I don't remember anyone in my family who used unicorn language. ”

"That's right, I don't remember anyone with platinum blonde hair ever being able to use unicorn language," the kind voice replied quickly, a little sly.

"But this girl's family once had a woman who liked dragons and unicorns very much. During a dark wizard invasion, she saved my ancestors and made a brand pact with us. ”

"But you" Draco stared at the hand he was shaking with Vio, his perennially pale cheeks starting to redden.

He seemed to feel the hand of vio in his palm, and this touch made him suddenly realize that he was holding a girl's hand, even

He felt the heat of his whole body concentrate on his face, and all his senses were concentrated in his hands.

"Haha, that's right, when we branded this girl's soul with a unicorn, we also branded you," the unicorn looked at him, his gaze softening and deeper, "At that time, we were looking for the unicorn that was defiled by that monster, and you found it first.

"That girl sparked the power of a contract between us and her ancestors by touching our dead companions, and it was only then that we found you and saved you from the monster attack.

"Remember, you and that girl didn't give up on each other in the face of danger. We unicorns are holy and faithful creatures, and if we accept you, then we imprint you. ”

Draco's face was expressionless, and he said "uh-huh" twice to indicate that he understood, but in fact, he felt that his mind was a little foggy again, and it seemed that Vio was about to wake up, and she squirmed again, should he pull her away?

But the scent on her body smelled good, she was still too weak, so, hold it for a while

"Goodbye. Hopefully, you always remember today's choice. The benevolent unicorn finally said.

Draco nodded ignorantly, then looked absentmindedly at the silver-white legion.

As when they came, they rushed into the air, leaping towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and finally turned into a silver-white streamer, disappearing.

When he looked at the hollow in front of him again, he saw that everything was so glaring.

There were bushes everywhere, and the ground was filled with ravines and cracks, and the eight-eyed spider's eight-legged corpse pressed against a pile of rigid critter carcasses.

He was at a loss for a moment, was this really what he wanted to see?

He vividly remembered every scene Riddle had painted to him the night he got his diary

Pure-blood wizards reclaim their rightful place;

The glory of the aristocracy of yesteryear does not need to be piled up by money, but by magic and strength to bring everyone to their knees;

Muggles returned to their place and were no longer involved in the wizarding world

To return to such moments, he said, is simple, just follow him.

But he never said that following him would open the door to killing, and he never said that following him would be abandoned in a pinch.

If you want to take the path of pure-blood supremacy, will you see this kind of scene often in the future?Is the belief in bloodlines, piled up with corpses and blood, to satisfy dirty self-esteem, or for the unattainable wizarding heritage?

Draco looked up at the blue sky, and there had never been a moment when he felt the cruelty of the world more than he did now. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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