[HP] Bond

Chapter 11

"Shut up, Nott."

Draco snorted coldly.

"Hey, you've started playing tricks so soon," Nott dragged on lazily, "Now that you hook up with Potter, you can finally put on your airs as Master Malfoy again, which is really enviable~"

Although similar words, even worse, he had heard many over the years, but being humiliated by his former friend in front of Teddy, Draco still turned pale, "Theodore Nott! "

"Do you think it's the same as before, and everyone has to hang around you? My young master, look in the mirror and see your virtuous appearance—do you really regard yourself as a godmother?"

Seeing that he was barely suppressing his anger, Nott sneered happily, turned his head and didn't look at him again, and continued to straighten his clothes in front of the mirror.

Also the right-hand man of the Dark Lord, his father died silently in Azkaban, but Lucius Malfoy cunningly escaped the charges, and even lived comfortably by relying on the assets of the Malfoy family abroad.

Now that his son has climbed up to the savior, he may come back in a fair and honest manner one day——

Why, who was much cleaner than whom? !

Draco took a deep breath, holding Teddy's hand and trembling because of the relationship of extreme restraint, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed the shop assistant with a few clothes in the corner, his slightly parted lips were tight compressed into a straight line.

Always get used to these.

During the most difficult days for the Slytherins after the war, he said this to himself countless times, but never once was he so embarrassing that he wanted to run away.

"It's useless to be envious! The godfather just likes Draco, so much!" Teddy's little face was puffed up, and instead of following his force to retreat, he took a step forward, frowning very much. Said loudly, "He won't take a fancy to you! You are too rude!"

Draco who planned to leave first: ...

Satisfied Knott: ...

The shop assistant who can't advance or retreat: ...

Teddy was still very angry. The wizard in front of him had already been labeled as a bad guy in his eyes, and he hated it no matter how he looked at it.

And Nott, whose face was darkened because of his words, strode up to him with a grim expression, "You bastard—"

"This guest!"

The clerk hurried over and stood between them, "These are the styles you fancy just now, you can try—"

It's not easy for him to intervene in the disputes of adults, and it's a bit too much to put on such a fierce look to a child—not to mention that this is Mr. Potter's godson.

Nott pushed the person in front of him away, his face changed several times, and finally he just stared at Draco and the little boy who was protected behind him with a sneer.

He took off the coat on his body, threw it back to the clerk, picked up his clothes hanging aside and walked away, with a contemptuous expression on his face, "No need, it's disgusting to look at."

The people who left quickly passed in front of them like a gust of wind, which made the wind chimes at the door jingle, leaving a room full of embarrassment.

The young clerk took a deep breath holding a few pieces of clothing, quickly adjusted his mood, and put on a professional smile to face the rest of the customers, "Then, Mr. Malfoy, what occasion do you want to see?" What about the clothes you are wearing? The new models we just launched not only have trench coats, but also dresses—”

Draco also forced a smile and said: "Everyday wear is fine—"

After all, he still didn't buy the windbreaker, and after quickly picking out a few pieces in the store, he took Teddy's hand and left.

The little guy pouted unhappily, stopped after walking for a while, and shook his sleeves for a hug.

People around were scanning their positions pretending not to care, Draco hesitated for a moment, but still bent down and hugged him, "Sorry—are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid." Teddy stretched out his small arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "That guy is so annoying, I'll go back and sue the godfather."

"Don't tell Harry, okay?" Draco lowered his eyes and gently rubbed his little head, which was close together, "He's been too busy to take a good rest recently, he's already very tired."

"Well—" Teddy reluctantly responded, his voice soft, "I want to go home, Draco—"

"it is good."

Draco didn't want to stay any longer, and was about to find a remote place to apparate, when a wizard in a black vest suddenly walked out of the teahouse by the path.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm so glad to meet you—" The man had a dirty-looking camera hanging around his neck, and he rushed towards them waving a small notebook and quill in his hand, his slender face was full of exaggeration. Surprise, "I'm Elvis Harrison, a reporter for the Sunday Prophet, may I be interviewed?"

"Sorry—" Draco frowned subconsciously, walked around him quickly, "No."

"It's just a few small questions that everyone wants to know," Harrison followed him step by step, like a hyena smelling prey, his slender eyes flashed with greed and excitement that would never stop reaching his goal, "please It won't take too much of your time."

When Draco's coat was grabbed by someone, he stopped and stared coldly, "Let go——I said, I won't accept interviews."

"Excuse me, are you and Mr. Potter really in love? Who pursued whom first?" Harrison ignored his rejection at all, and asked aggressively with a smile on his face, "He's interested in yours?" Did you really not mind at all in the past?"

Draco spotted Nott who was watching the show among the passers-by at a glance, his gray-blue eyes were as cold as ice, "It has nothing to do with you-get out of the way!"

The quill and notebook were almost under his nose, and he was about to apparate directly, but his arm was firmly held.

"When did the relationship between the two begin?"

"Malfoy Manor was the stronghold of the mysterious people back then. After the war, Mr. Potter testified for you in the wizarding court. Did he really have no selfish intentions?"

"Did he break up with Miss Weasley because of you?"

"That lady is a hot Quidditch star who has won countless honors for our British wizarding community—"

"Why did Mr. Potter give up his lover who fought side by side with him and choose a Death Eater?"

Draco hugged the person, and it was inconvenient for him to pull out his wand, so he could only keep backing away. The sharp questions and the many curious eyes around him gave him the illusion of being stuck in a quagmire and almost suffocating.

"Go away—" Teddy, who was almost poked in the face by a flying quill and didn't understand why he was stopped, was a little flustered. There were more and more people around, but they all just watched and pointed from a distance.

He slapped the palm holding Draco furiously with his small hand, screaming, "Hate you—"

"Enough!" Draco struggled to shake off Harrison's hand, shook out the wand in his sleeve and pointed it at him, "You must—"

"Is Mr. Malfoy worried about his image in this kid's mind?" Harrison became even more excited when he saw his threatening posture. "Has he accepted your relationship?"

The camera was suspended in mid-air, aiming at them and flashing white light. Draco quickly raised his hand to cover Teddy's face, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Harrison suddenly screamed, and was hung upside down in the air with his head down. The falling robe covered his head, and he shouted in a panic and with a bit of arrogance: "I'm just doing an interview! Malfoy, you attack reporters at will Whose power is it relying on!"

"You humiliate my lover in public, hurt my child, and who are you relying on?"

A suppressed angry voice came through the crowd of onlookers. Teddy burst into tears before seeing the figure, "Godfather...he bullies...wow..."

Harrison was thrown, frantically trying to get out of his robes.

The dark green robe of the black-haired man striding away from the crowd was still stained with blood. Under his messy hair, his dark eyes gave him a cold glance with murderous intent that had not subsided.

A certain reporter who had just exposed his head from his robe shivered suddenly, and suddenly felt a little weak in his legs. He just sat on the ground for a while, unable to get up.

Didn't it mean that the savior will not appear in Hogsmeade today if he has a mission?

Draco looked at the lover who was getting closer and closer, and tried hard to suppress the heat in the corners of his eyes, not wanting to look too fragile and embarrassed.

The man who had just come down from the battlefield seemed to have seen through all the masks that pretended to be strong. After standing still in front of him, he hugged him and the little Teddy who was crying aggrievedly into his arms.

"It's okay." Harry lowered his head and kissed Draco's forehead, then kissed Teddy's wet face, hugging the two most important people in his life, his originally cold and sharp eyebrows instantly softened, "I'm here, huh?"

He obviously understood who needed comfort more, and Ron, who followed behind, clicked his tongue lightly, and stretched out his hand to the little guy, "Teddy is good, Uncle Ron hugs."

Teddy sniffed. The godfather and Uncle Ron came, so he was not afraid at all. His small body passed by, and he continued to complain, "He is bad, he won't let us go home..."

Ron hugged the aggrieved little guy, coaxing: "It's too much, you actually bully our little Teddy, Uncle Ron help you—"

Fuck, I almost forgot, Hermione repeatedly told me to pay attention to my wording, so as not to get caught.

The red-haired young man swallowed the phrase "beat him to death" and said solemnly, "Sue him for harassment!"

"Are you injured?" Draco over there had already focused all his attention on Harry, "Let me see—"

"It's all minor injuries."

Harry had to let go of the person in his arms, allowing him to check and treat the wound, and comforted, "It's nothing serious."

It was so wise to choose to be a therapist in the first place. Draco carefully dealt with what Harry called "minor injuries". When he found the scorched black scar on his shoulder, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Ron, who was a little envious, was touched by Teddy's whistling on his injured wrist twice, and then squinted at Harrison who finally stood up, "Wait until the wizard's court, boy, we're here You are working hard outside, and your wife and children are being bullied by others—you should talk to the judges about your reasoning, so that I can learn more."

Harrison maintained his calm expression and shouted loudly: "Are you trying to bully others? I know that Mr. Potter has great influence, but there are regulations in the Ministry of Magic, and our interview activities are protected by law. !"

"Your Excellency seems to only remember the legal terms that are beneficial to you." Harry turned his head to look at him, slightly raised his eyes, and his eyes were cold and sneering, "But don't forget that the Ministry of Magic orders are not only to protect your journalists' rights." right."

"If I don't pursue it today, people will feel that all the laws protecting Auror families are just a dead letter."

There seemed to be a moment of silence everywhere, and Harrison became visibly flustered, "But Malfoy is not your partner yet! Yes, neither of you is married, he is not yet!"

"It will be soon." Harry said lightly, "So unfortunately, I can only seek justice for my own child first-what did you want to do just now? Disregarding his wishes, even knowing that he Are you still just asking questions and taking pictures when you’re frightened?”

His voice became cold, "The slander has not been dealt with a while ago, and you are here to harass my people again-does this have any objection to me?"

Harrison's expression was suffocated, and he hurriedly explained: "No, no, it's just...everyone is very concerned about your emotional problems...Yes, just concerned..."

"I don't need outsiders to tell me about my relationship problems." Harry looked cold, "Let's not allow anyone to hurt the people I love in the name of my own good."

His gaze moved to a certain position in the crowd, his tone was low and clear, and the overflowing pressure made the surrounding air tense.

"So, keep your paws—"