Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 404 My Past 29

"Dark elves... are they also a type of elves? We and Aurora..."

"You are not like Aurora!" Legolas rudely interrupted Harry's assumption.

"You obviously didn't transform into a dragon, so why did you become so irritable?" I touched his cheek with my fingertips.

"..." He closed his eyes and leaned his face forward, pressing it against my palm. "I don't know... because they tried to force a connection with you, so I couldn't help but lose my temper..."

After he said that, I didn't know how to respond.

I wanted to pull my hand back, but it was held tightly.

Legolas stared at me and finally continued the previous topic: "Your black hair and blue eyes are the symbol of dark elves. I can also feel the breath of dark elves from you... which is what you humans call, some special talents of wizards..."

"But these talents can be ignored in front of the elves..."

Just like humans don’t care whether the flower that blooms every summer is the same one.

Compared to the elves, the lifespan of humans is too short.

So, compared to Thranduil, Narcissa is both lucky and disasterous.

After all these years, Thranduil's long life will leave traces...

Legolas said this only because he was sure that I would always be by his side...

Harry's bright emerald eyes turned dark.

This reminds me of Harry, who has the same name.

The two people have very different personalities.

Although he is an illegitimate child of the Slytherin family, he is well protected because of his brother Gong. He has a sunny and enthusiastic personality, a strong curiosity, and will express whatever is in his heart.

The savior I know has been living under someone else's roof for years, and his ability to read people's expressions is off the charts. He has suppressed his desires for a long time, and even after obtaining the inheritance rights of Potter Manor, he still uses humility and low-keyness as his protective color.

"Although overnight changes may not produce immediate results, over time, there is always a chance that quantitative change will lead to qualitative change..."

Harry stated a fact.

"Maybe..." Legolas remained noncommittal. I knew that he didn't take Harry's attempt to get back on his word seriously.

He thought that the other party was just making some bold statements because he was being humiliated.

I shook his hand back.

Thick calluses formed on the inside of the palms.

That is the result of practicing sword skills day and night.

He never gave up on his goal and always worked hard to persevere.

Using clues to the Deathly Hallows as bait, he befriended the Big Four including Salazar Slytherin and escaped from his dragon body.

Getting everything back on track...

He had been planning for many years to inherit Thranduil's mantle as an elven prince.

How could I prevent his growth and keep him by my side for my own selfish interests?

Legolas is the father of the first Malfoy.

I finally understood why the Malfoys were so obsessed with using golden eagles to deliver messages.

Always be determined to become an eagle soaring in the sky. Temporary forbearance will only allow you to fly higher.

"Legolas, what do you need me to do?"

That night, we slept tightly in each other's arms at the core of the mother tree.

I leaned against his chest.

Listen to his slow but strong heartbeat.

He is a young man full of vigor and vitality, and he is not indifferent to intimacy.

Still not crossing the line.

However, his slightly embarrassed aura betrayed him.