Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 397 My Past 22

"It's obvious that you are, all you elves are the same...Thrandui doesn't even allow anyone to see his wife's appearance..." the black-haired boy said with a teasing look on his face.

"If he has me in his heart, he won't care even if countless women pass by him..."

"You are quite confident in yourself..." The boy looked at me with interest, as if he had discovered something interesting.

For some reason, I felt a little guilty when I heard his words.

I am not completely sure that I can control Legolas' heart.

He has endured too much suffering and injustice, and love is the least important thing to him.

At this moment, no one can impress Legolas, unless they are people who can help him...

What is the essential difference between him and Voldemort at this moment?

Draco-Draco, in Latin, represents the Dragon.

His name reveals his connection with the dragon.

Seeing my hesitation, the young man said angrily, "I clearly have the blood of an ancient mythical beast, but I am always deceived by these hypocritical elves..."

Seeing that I remained silent, he grabbed my wrist.

"Close your eyes!"

In an instant, the outline of Hogwarts appeared in front of me.

"You haven't been here yet..." He used an affirmative sentence.

"Are you planning to build the magic school here?"

It vaguely overlaps with my impression of Hogwarts.

Students and teachers participated in the establishment of the school together, and Hogwarts became their experimental field.

The staircase that changes direction is Ravenclaw's masterpiece.

Legolas even put a small green snake into Salazar Slytherin's arms.

At this time, the basilisk had just been born and looked soft and cute.

It reluctantly hooked Legolas' arm with its tail: "Master... I don't want to leave you..."

"Be good, I will come to see you often..."

Legolas comforted the basilisk gently, but his tone was quite perfunctory.

I know that after so many years, the basilisk was placed in the basement of Hogwarts by Salazar Slytherin and will never see the light of day again.

This is just his usual method of testing the waters.

No one can get his true heart.

"Why are you sweating?" the black-haired boy asked knowingly.

Then I realized that cold sweat was soaking my back.

"Aurora, why are you here?" Legolas walked towards me, his eyes lingering on my hands and the black-haired boy's hands for a long time.

"When did you become so familiar with Harry?"

I didn't even ask the black-haired boy's name!

His familiar features made me feel dazed.

Harry...

Legolas took my hand and brought me into his arms.

"What did he tell you? He is just a descendant of a poor noble family, and he is not even remotely related to Salazar..."

He tried his best to belittle the boy's background.

"I don't know him well, but I heard him say that you are here..."

I don't want to have unnecessary conflicts with him and irritate his sensitive heart.

His brows relaxed: "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

He carefully noticed a circle of slightly purple handprints on my wrist.

"It's okay...it will be fine in a moment..."

Before he finished speaking, he released his spiritual power to heal me.

"This time, let me protect you..."

His gaze was burning, and his grey eyes were more serious than ever before.