It is a room full of dragon elements.

The walls, floors, and ceilings are all golden, and a beautiful Australian white eye with pearl-like scales soars and hunts in it.

Spouting bright red flames, they tend to their gray-white dragon eggs.

It also serves as a magic lamp to bring light to dimly lit rooms.

Wardroves, bookshelves, and desks are also carved with reliefs of fire dragons, bringing together almost all the common types in the wizarding world.

They are all colored, like the bright colors on the Encyclopedia of Fire Dragons.

Swedish short-nosed dragon, Ukrainian iron belly, Catalan fireball dragon, Portuguese long-nosed dragon...

You can find any dragon you want to see on it.

But the most striking thing is the large bed in the center of the room.

If you look at it from a distance, those who don't know it think that it is a black dragon of the Hebdili Islands prostrate on the ground.

But when you get closer, you can easily find the rough scales of the black dragon, the row of spine ridges on the back that are not deep but sharp as a razor, and the thin arrows at the tip of the tail all have a hairy texture.

Its head is also too large and not proportional at all, taking up half of its body.

And there was a pale blonde-haired, pale, thin boy lying inside.

The silver and green quilt covered with his body revealed the identity of this black dragon, which was actually a big bed.

The faucet trembled.

"Daddy!" Draco woke up from his dream, half of his face as if he had been sunk into the water.

He found that the pillow had been soaked with his tears.

Looking at the blood-red roof of his head, he touched it in a daze, and couldn't help but fall into memory.

The scene in his dream.

It was a bright summer.

By the burning marble fireplace, Dad flipped through the newspaper and tapped his fingers on the table.

He stood on his tiptoes, hid at the top of the stairs, and counted them in his mind.

When the newspaper was turned to the third page, he feigned sleepiness and yawned as he walked to the long table.

As he walked, he twisted his neck, just passing in front of his father, and stretched his tone, "It's so sour, the bed at Sofitel's home is too hard." It's better to have a custom model of Mr. Casme's home. ”

Then, as if he had just found out, he stopped, "Daddy, are you there?" ”

In his memory, Dad should have looked at him with his warm gray eyes, "Draco, can you be smarter." Mixing the newspaper of "Modern Family" with "Goldeneye" is something that only a red-haired Weasley would turn upside down. ”

Spread out the newspaper and point to the contents of the third page that he had replaced:

Mr. Kasmei's new home furnishing - overnight stay in Longkou

Below was a living dragon, and Mr. Casme with a beard was lying in the dragon's mouth under a quilt, and then his head was sticking out to show his eight teeth.

But it was all swept away by a black fog.

Accompanied by the sound of dripping water, Daddy's voice came from the dark fog, "Draco, Draco, don't come near me, don't come near me... Don't believe, don't believe... Be careful, be careful..."

Draco got up, put on his slippers, looked at himself in the mirror and muttered, "Don't come closer, but you're gone, Dad." I even thought—"

"Watch out for whom? Dumbledore, the pedophile? ”

"Don't trust anyone? My dog's cousin? ”

He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at his face and pillow to perform a cleansing charm.

Then called, "Dobby! ”

There was a crisp crackling sound.

Dobby, who has big green eyes in tennis, bat ears, and an old pillow, appears in front of him on one knee.

Dobby's shrill voice rang out, "Please command, young master." ”

Draco cleared his throat, "Good thing you're back." Kreacher is good, but I'm more used to your presence. ”

"By the way, are Harry Potter and his friend Weasley still at Sirius's house?"

He asked this question because he was going to Sirius's house all day today.

Mom said there were guests.

But... It's weird.

What guests? As a result, the living room now seems to have been turned into a potions classroom.

White smoke billows from the simmering cauldrons, and hundreds of glass jars float on the ground, filled with slimy, colorful animal entrails, stumps, and mutilated plant specimens, barely finding a place to put their feet.

He didn't think much of it.

Right now, the last thing he wants is to bump into Harry Potter and his friends.

Dobby's ears lifted, "Harry Potter and the Weasley cubs are still at Mr. Black's. ”

"Okay." Draco sighed, "How much time do I have?" ”

Dobby hurriedly said, "There is still 1 hour and 12 minutes before your departure." ”

"Let's go," Draco ruffled his hair, "go straight to my room." Sirius left me. ”

"Don't forget to tell Mom I'm already on my way."

Dobby stretched out his slender arm, and after a crackling sound, the figures of the elf and boy disappeared into the room.

At the same time, a white hand waved away the curling white smoke.

Reveal a cold and arrogant, beautiful face.

She raised her head, noticing the departure of the person.

Then, her sleeve was rolled up, and her left hand pressed the silver mark on Bai Hao's right arm.

The air rippled, accompanied by the sound of stones falling into the water, and a blonde dressed as a surviving blonde in a black gown disappeared in place.

It's a wonderful, two-dimensional room.

Everything in the room seems to be made of white paper, and the edges and corners are marked with black pencil in straight, staggered, vertical and horizontal black lines.

Where the windows should have been glass, they were replaced by hollows that seemed to have been cut out.

Looking out, there are rivers of stars, as if you have boarded a spaceship.

Four silver meteors streaked by.

Then, four figures appeared.

One with red curly hair, holding a baton in her hand, and intricate strips of cloth make up her robe in an elegant and charming manner.

A petite figure, as if out of a fairy tale, with short black hair and bright golden eyes, is simply a living Snow White.

A simple sports vest, jeans, boots, beautiful muscle lines, neat blonde hair, tall figure, glamorous.

A black gown, mature and cold, blonde and blue-eyed.

"Welcome to the Land of Dreams, I'm Leonora Leso, the Rector of the Evil House." The redhead waved her stick, "You must be the headmaster's guests." ”

Narcissa frowned, showing the Malfoys' special skills, nostrils looking at people, "Dean? Are you referring to the master? ”

The two who were incompatible almost quarreled.

But soon, they shut up.

The coldness of the neck and the phantom of black hair and snowy skin flashed in front of their eyes, and they all looked at the seemingly harmless petite girl.

She returned to where she was, as if she had never moved, and waved her hand, "You smell good." I'm Alice Cullen. ”

Next to her, the blonde girl with the same sickly pale complexion showed her snow-white teeth and sharp fangs, "She means you're good food." Not... I'm Rosalie Hale. ”

Lesso waved his stick excitedly, "Good! You're sure to be good villains! Are you going to join the evil court? I'll teach you the magic of defeating heroes! ”

"Magic?" Narcissa's nose was raised higher, "They're just vampires. As the owner's toys may qualify? But magic? Unless they're of wizard blood... It's better to find two mudblood girls. ”

The pure-blood wizard family's discrimination against humanoids runs deep into the bone marrow, causing Narcissa to ignore everything, sarcastically.

But the next second, with a low roar, a cold hand grabbed her neck, and she fell to the ground in panic, too late to say any incantation.

It was so fast, if it weren't for the fact that there was another hand supporting her back, I'm afraid... Her spine was about to break.

The blonde vampire named Rosalie, whose face even she thought was beautiful, appeared in front of her eyes, and his eyes were wild and cold.

"You're the wizard Baguir said he was. A superpower that can only be passed down by blood. Alice wrinkled her nose, "Just as Carlisle had imagined, there will be wizards who look down on people who don't have wizard blood." ”

"But, you... It's too weak, right? Completely different from Bagil? ”

Rosalie let go of her hand.

Narcissa gasped, "How can your speed.... Vampires don't..."

Lesso nodded, "We also have vampire students in the Evil Academy, they just jump very high, but not as fast as you do. ”

She held out her index finger and waved it in the air, "That's amazing... Your skin is harder than granite, and your strength is terrifying. ”

Rosalie turned her head, "You must be the magician that Baguir said." Same as Bella. Carlisle guessed that the wizard was not defeated by the magician, and that it was possible that the wizard was much stronger than the magician. ”

"It can also be seen in Bella's attitude towards Bagil."

"But you're so much stronger than this unknown witch, and she seems to need a stick to cast spells. You just need to wave your finger. ”

Narcissa stood up against the wall, "It's a wand. We can cast spells without wands. It's just that we're used to it. It's more powerful this way. ”

She didn't fight back, and after falling to the ground, her wits finally regained the high ground.

She didn't want to be annoyed by her owner who might come at any moment.

These two lowly vampires thought they had won? But they lost when they made trouble first!

She won big, she won hemp!

Leso shook his head, "You may have misunderstood something. This witch and you may both come from a different world than I do. ”

She looked at Narcissa, "Can you introduce yourself?" By the way, the vampires of your world? ”

Narcissa nodded haughtily, "In our world, the Vampire is a humanoid magical creature that sucks blood by biting open people's necks. They belong to man and are the living dead. ”

"Hmm... To be precise, it should be called a living dead who attacks people for the purpose of sucking blood.,Magical part class level:XXX。 It is a monster that can turn into a bat and fly around, manifest itself in front of a sleeping person, and bite open the person's neck with its teeth to suck the blood. ”

"Not only that, but when a person who is sucked by blood dies due to weakness, he becomes a vampire and regenerates and sucks blood everywhere. Most of them attack people close to them, such as family members. ”

"The blood of those who are close to them is more palatable to them."

"It's easy to identify them, vampires are usually pale, emaciated, and have fangs in their mouths."

With that, she looked at Alice and Rosalie. They all had a dark shadow under their eyes—purple like bruises, as if they had all been sleepless all night, or as if their noses had not healed.

Some of the vampires in her world have dark circles under their eyes and are lighter in color than them.

"They hate garlic, sunlight and will actively distance themselves from them. But garlic and sunlight don't hurt them.

"Although they suck blood, they are also able to eat ordinary food, such as pies."

"By the way, they weren't as afraid of silver as Muggles say, their shadows could be seen in mirrors, and they didn't have to be invited to enter someone's home. I can cross flowing water, too. ”

"There is no weakness of addiction counting. Don't think about throwing handfuls of rice, grains of sand, and seeds at vampires to distract them so they can't help but start counting so that you have plenty of time to run away or fight back. ”

"Nor is it afraid of constant noise and flames."

"The fire won't hurt them as much as it does."

"When you see a knotted rope or a tangled net, the vampire will not be attracted to it and will obsessively untie it."

"The most important thing is that they are not afraid of the Bible and the cross at all."

As she said this, Narcissa kept a close eye on Alice and Rosalie's expressions, hoping that the weaknesses she had mentioned would be there.

Alice was a little envious, "It's good that the vampires of your world can eat other foods." We can only suck blood. ”

"We can't be bats either. That's so good, you can fly, and you can hide yourself better. ”

Rosalie noticed Narcissa's intentions, but she didn't care, "We don't have any weaknesses either. ”

She cared about something else.

"Can the vampires of your world have children?"

Narcissa was a little skeptical, but she continued to answer in the face of her master, "Of course, they can fight with humans... Tut... Or wizards give birth to hybrids. But this... Only the most shameless and nasty wizards will be united with vampires, and most of them are mudbloods! ”

She suddenly thought of her master, and hurriedly made amends, "Of course, I'm talking about the vampires of our world. They are almost a mixture of dead corpses and filthy bats. ”

"They are programmed to people only because they can speak human language, and there is no or even isolation."

"It's all to blame on that damn Grogen Stump."

"Any creature that is intellectually intelligent enough to understand the laws of a magical society, and to assume some of the responsibility for making those laws, can be called a human."

"It's a joke."

Lesso applauded, "It's amazing that in your world, people who can do magic seem to form a society?" ”

"There are also special laws. On top of that, there are other races joining in. ”

Narcissa nodded, "Of course, we in the British wizarding community are also leading the world. Vampires, werewolves, centaurs, merfolk, banshees, are all allowed to be members of the wizarding world as humans. Even the trolls and martens that can speak human words have all been considered by us. ”

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