Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 382 My Past 7

"Why do you want to argue with me about this matter..."

I complained quietly.

"I am the future Elf King. After sucking my blood, she can directly become the ancestor of the blood race... Although it is also rare for a unicorn to evolve into an elf, after all..."

I understand what he meant by not fully expressed.

My position among the elves is far less competitive than his.

However, Thranduil is not as smooth as Lucius, and does not care that much about the audience's feelings.

He is arrogant and sharp-tongued, and can make people angry to death with just one word.

"Okay, I won't argue with you... She's your future wife anyway..."

"what?"

It’s over. I accidentally let it slip.

"You mean, Xixi is my...future wife..." The elf had amazing hearing ability and naturally remembered every word I said.

When it came to the word wife, Thranduil softened his voice.

It was clear that Narcissa couldn't hear our conversation at all at this moment.

Unexpectedly, they have been deeply in love for so long.

"The growth period of elves is very long. We have grown together with the mother tree for thousands of years and have acquired consciousness very early. Twin fruits like us are very rare. I once secretly made a wish that we would not separate after transforming..."

He turned his eyes to me: "You don't understand this kind of feeling..."

Why don’t I understand?

The same is true for Draco and I.

Legolas was chosen by Thranduil to be the next Elf King.

I don't know if he is the fruit of the mother tree, or if he was conceived by Narcissa...

As far as I know, dark elves cannot bear the power of elves, and naturally cannot give birth to elven offspring.

Well, knowing Lucius Thranduil, he wouldn't accept anyone but Narcissa.

The young man was brave and good at fighting. Under the leadership of Oropher, he participated in countless battles, big and small.

He also has some achievements left on his body.

Every time at this time, I can see Narcissa in the mountains and forests, picking rare herbs and brewing magic potions known in later generations.

The properties of medicinal herbs thousands of years ago were very different from those today.

My knowledge is not enough to guide Narcissa in adjusting the potion formula.

Everything depends on her own efforts.

"Are you going to let Thranduil try the medicine again?" I pointed it out deliberately.

Her fair face was as red as an apple.

"Elves have powerful healing abilities. If an injured person gallops back to the camp on horseback from the battlefield, his wounds may have healed..."

I deliberately exposed Thranduil's little trick.

Narcissa rushed out anyway.

She came to the border of the elven territory, looking forward to the coming of Thranduil.

"Xixi, give me the things and I will help you pass them on."

Guard captain Tariel felt very sympathetic towards Narcissa's situation.

He often delivered keepsakes for the two of them.

Narcissa shook her head: "I still want to wait for my brother..."

"Olophiel will be back soon. You know, he doesn't want to see you..."

Tariel expressed anxiously.

She is tall and fit, with beautiful red hair, and is highly regarded by the Elf King.

Suddenly, the bottle of medicine in Narcissa's hand was swept away by a vine.

The girl was about to scream when she found the bottle of medicine falling into Thranduil's hands.

"Don't do wasted work."

He frowned slightly, noticing the dark circles under the girl's eyes.

"We are elves, not powerless humans."

"Thrandui!" Tariel protested, "Will you die if you say less? How can you let down someone's kindness?"