yasinovel Chapter 80
Chapter 80
Harry's face turned bright red.
The anxious look he had in the office vanished the moment he stepped out.
The blush now seems to be genuine.
"Hmm," Landric replied, quite liking the way she was addressed.
Harry found the sound of Draco gritting his teeth rather satisfying.
Landric was in a bad mood and didn't bother with pleasantries, going straight to the point: "A lot has happened these past few days. What do you think?"
Harry felt incredibly bitter: "Everything's coming at me. Even if I were a pile of shit, I'd still smell good, right?"
"vomit"
Harry: Damn Draco!
Landric didn't expect Harry to still be in the mood for jokes.
"Will you listen to me?" came the nonsensical question.
But Harry understood, "Yes! I'll listen to you."
Landric looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Then apologize to Draco?"
A bucket of cold water was poured on Harry's heart; perhaps the environment was too cold.
Harry's body trembled slightly as he looked at Landric with pleading eyes.
Landric's lips curled up slightly. After all, the child was still too young to learn the old fox's ability to bend and stretch.
"come over"
Landric touched Harry's face with his fingers, but his words remained firm: "Apologize."
Harry looked at the smug yet resentful Eggsy next to him, whose face and hands still smelled of perfume.
I quietly took a deep breath.
The three words rolled around on his lips, and his fingers gently tugged at Landric's clothes.
Please don't make me apologize to him.
--not good.
Harry's eyes welled up with tears, and finally, he managed to utter those three words: "I'm so sorry!"
Landric's smile widened, and he leaned closer to Harry, nuzzling his face against Harry's.
Draco's bright smile vanished instantly. "Brother!"
Harry could feel his heart pounding—it was about to explode. But at that moment, he was only captivated by the delicate touch on his face.
Landric: "My savior. You see, sometimes you give up something, and you might get something in return."
Harry's mind never faltered when facing Landric.
"I'm willing! I can give up anything!" Anyway, he has nothing left but his heart.
Landric withdrew his body with satisfaction, his lips seemingly brushing against Harry's face, before he returned to his indifferent demeanor.
Harry's legs went weak.
Let's go.
Landric had had his fill of playing, and Draco immediately followed.
Aren't you going to ask about my snake-like voice?
Landric glanced back at him, then walked away.
Draco, however, turned around: "A chess piece, no matter how valuable, is still just a chess piece. A savior? What use is that?"
It seemed they weren't satisfied with stabbing Harry with enough knives.
"If you were still the Potter family's son, you wouldn't be much worse than the Malfoys, though you couldn't compare. It's just a pity that your parents died in that plan back then."
Then, in a tone that sounded both like a complaint and a sarcasm, he added another sentence.
"Dumbledore is so strong, yet he couldn't even protect a couple. I don't know what makes him so strong...."
They left.
Harry felt a lot of pain, but he didn't know where it was hurting. He could only feel that his heart was about to break.
I tried to piece it back together, but I couldn't get the original red heart back together. After coaxing myself for a long time, I finally put the shattered heart back together.
The slag was piercing his chest cavity, causing him pain all over his body.