Regardless of everything else, there are indeed many rare species in the Forbidden Forest that cannot be seen on the market, whether it is the unicorn, a rare creature that is said to be 'full of curses, blessings and gold galleons', or the Hagrid An out-of-season medicinal ingredient that I found for Harry. om
"This is a variant of devil's ivy," Felton taught Harry without hesitation while holding Harry's hand. "Look carefully at its roots. The ones with a red gradient are the variants. It is not your usual small variety that is afraid of fire and light. , there is no other way to solve it except to cut off its roots.”
"Yes, Professor."
Harry was being held by Felton's hand - it was really embarrassing and inexplicably heart-pounding (maybe it was a bit of a suspension bridge effect), considering that Charles hadn't walked with him like this since he was in third year. - At the same time, he reached out to take out a sandwich from his bag, and ate it while walking. What made Felton speechless was that after walking for a while, he took out a thermos and asked Felton if he wanted some hot black tea.
"Do you realize what month it is now?" Felton couldn't continue to be tactful, but said bluntly, "Or, you didn't wake up this morning."
This is a declarative sentence, which means - Harry must have asked this question now because he didn't wake up in the morning.
Harry blinked, put the black tea bottle back, and then took out a plastic bottle: "Then...lemonade?"
Felton: "………………"
He stretched out his hand and gave Harry a hard squeeze on the head, causing him to change from looking up at him to looking straight ahead, and said grimly: "Go your way, Mr. Xavier."
After saying that, he held Harry's hand tighter, as if Harry would fall flat on his face in the next second.
Harry lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. After being pressed on the head, he felt much more relaxed, and the heat on his face also subsided.
To be fair, the road in the Forbidden Forest is really not easy to walk. It is full of vegetation, because no one would think of building a smooth road in the Forbidden Forest. Felton even took Harry deeper and deeper. It can be seen that this It was by no means the safer outer route that other students took, because Harry didn't even see half a person along the way, let alone Draco who was about to catch up when he left just now.
They probably took a lonely path. Harry thought, maybe they were really going deeper and deeper.
"..."
Suddenly, Felton stopped on the road. Harry almost bumped into his back, looked at him and blinked: "Professor?"
Felton didn't reply, but walked behind a tree behind them, fished it out with his hand, and fished out a... golden cub. He stared blankly and silently at the little cub.
"Oh my god, why are you here!" Harry's eyes widened, and he ran over and stretched out his hand to free it from the scary professor's hands. Felton glanced at him and threw the little unicorn into his arms. He was still distressed. Check to see if there is any pain in the little boy's tender horns.
The little unicorn curled up and down in his arms coquettishly, looking like it wanted to lick his face—if Felton hadn't grabbed its little neck before it could lick it, he would have succeeded.
"If you like it, why don't you keep it?" Felton said, "I told you, it will only be close to you."
"She has someone who loves her," Harry felt really reluctant to let go of this little unicorn and slowly stroked its fur, because it was so cute and so good at acting like a spoiled child, and he always liked people who knew how to act like a spoiled child. The little cutie has little resistance, "She will be sad to leave her family, and so will her family members."
The little unicorn seemed to know what he was talking about and touched his fingertips with its silver horn.
"It's up to you." Felton said and turned around, "But, you have to know that it will be sad as well as you if it leaves you. You have to choose if you make it sad or if it makes you sad. of."
Harry froze on the spot holding the little unicorn.
It wasn't until Felton walked about five meters and saw that he hadn't followed him yet that he looked back. After a few breaths, he suddenly followed him: "I'm sorry, Professor, I...I'll follow you right now!"
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Draco became more and more irritable as he walked away. Even though it was quiet around him and even his partner Bsie didn't say a word, he was still getting more and more irritable, getting hotter and hungrier.
Harry shared half of his snacks before leaving, but he had no appetite at all. The Forbidden Forest was such a... bad place. It was hard to find a good path, let alone a place to rest. Chair, he doesn’t have a bad habit of walking while eating.
"What are these things?" Bsie took a can of Coke from his hand with great interest and tossed it up and down. "Is it water? Is this your latest favorite juice? Or are you finally doing it without telling Harry? Here comes the firewhiskey?"
The firewhiskey incident has always been a joke in Slytherin. Master Malfoy was so aggrieved but failed to settle the score, and Harry Potter had a gentle temper but rarely broke out. Both of them were worth talking about at the tea party.
"Don't take it if you don't know." Draco took the coke back impatiently, but he couldn't let Bsie know that he fell in love with Muggle carbonated drinks. "What did Lockhart just say? Where is the end point?"
"There is no end point," Bsie said with a smile, "Just find his so-called prize - but we can't say whether that is the goal of Professor Felton and Harry."
Draco gave him a slightly annoyed look.
"Seriously, don't you even know the details about Professor Felton, our new dean?" Bsie said, "He looks like some distant relative of Harry, and he takes great care of him - that golden... I'm afraid the cub was a gift at first - but we all know, Draco, apart from your family and Sirius Bck's family, Harry doesn't even have half a finger of blood relatives."
"How do I know the details of our mysterious, powerful, and perhaps very handsome Professor Felton? He probably has a noble origin that we don't know about - do you think I would say that?" Draco snorted from his nose. , "——But he is indeed a person whose details we cannot find out."
"Yes," Bsie whispered, "no matter how deep the pocket is, you can't find out his details - he seems to have appeared in England out of thin air."
Draco couldn't help but look at him a second time. It seemed that many nobles were already trying to find out about Felton when he wasn't paying attention. Bsie was not a talkative person, and since he had spread the news to his ears, he undoubtedly wanted to get a clearer answer.
"Oh, one more thing," Bsie said meaningfully, "Someone is inquiring about Harry's family background - I heard that the family who adopted him made some noise in St. Mungo's."
Draco's eyes twitched, remembering the big iron ball he saw before he pretended to faint.
"...It's just a Muggle family with a good education and a very wealthy family." He finally told Bsie, his tone was calm, and he even swept the dust on his sleeves when he said it, "I have successfully gotten used to it in the Muggle world. It is perfectly normal in the wizarding world to have a quarrel at St. Mungo's over your only adopted son - who doesn't have a precious and incredible child?"
"You're right." Bsie nodded, knowing that these words needed to be spread, and said with a smile, "It sounds like you have already been a visitor."
Draco moved his chin a little hastily: "Yes - so tell me, the authenticity is beyond doubt, and other rumors and false news should disappear."
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"...Um, you're saying," Harry was trying hard to make sure he heard correctly. He accidentally even pulled out a few hairs from the cub in his arms, "you want me to learn to transform...inhuman." creature?"
"Your aunt, the famous Mystique, can transform into anything at will, from statues to crows, there is nothing she pretends to be." Felton said calmly, "If she can do it, you can too."
Harry opened his mouth wide and felt suspicious - he knew that Professor Felton knew many things, including things in the United States, but with such a detailed description, Professor Felton knew too clearly.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Felton said: "Your aunt was once very famous - and is still famous in some places. If you need some information, you can find out if you can ask for it."
"That……"
Then why are you asking about this? Harry really wanted to ask this question, but he didn't know how to ask it tactfully.
Judging from the current situation, Professor Felton has no bad intentions towards him or their family - it is said that he even helped Erik - and he also sheltered and taught Harry with all his heart in this school in a foreign land.
Although Charles and Raven had raised him well since childhood, and Erik was the one who taught him to always be vigilant outside, Harry still didn't want to suspect that Felton was a bad guy with some bad intentions.
"I have my purpose, stop your guessing," Felton said, stepping over a crossbar hidden among the grass under his feet, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Lift your legs, look at the road - wait I’ll tell you one day.”
"……oh."
He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else. Harry raised his legs to cross the crossbar in frustration. "Professor," he remembered what Felton said before, "you want me to learn how to transform into other creatures. You have to teach me." Any tips?"
Felton said simply: "I'm not a mutant, you need to educate yourself."
Harry: "…………"
"It's something your genes give you," Felton said. "It's something you're born with - all you need to do is practice it the same way you practice spells."
He looked at it, and the target he pointed out was the unicorn in Harry's arms, which was licking its hooves like a cat: "Learn to be it first."
"It's 'she', Professor, she's a little lady." Harry corrected him very seriously at first, and then he was shocked when he reacted, "You want me to turn into a unicorn?!"
"It doesn't matter what name you use to me," Felton said coldly, "My request is that you have to learn to become it."
After speaking, he stopped and pointed ahead to a lush area with denser but neater vegetation and haystacks: "Ahead is a settlement of horse people - you can follow me from a distance, but don't get too close. , horse people don’t like the approach of humans.”
Aren't you human? Harry wanted to ask.
"Just play here with your little lady," Felton said, "Don't follow her anymore - I have something to do and will be back in ten minutes. If you run around, you will know the consequences."
After saying that, he walked over quickly. It took Harry three seconds to realize that he had been mocked by Felton just now.
He lowered his head and touched the cub in his arms, feeling a little unbelievable: "...Professor Felton is a bit strange today, isn't he? Well, I'll play with you. Let me think about it, if I want to become you... from How about a horn start?”
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"How? Lovren?"
As soon as he entered the territory of the centaurs, Felton said these words as if there was a person standing in front of him.
A centaur stepped out of the shadows of the woods behind him. He was just like the legendary centaurs, with a muscular body like a male human and a lower body like a brown-gray horse. Although he is a magical creature, he speaks human language very fluently, and his eyes are full of wisdom and arrogance. This is the common trait of all horse people. Felton knows this, and he also knows that horse people are often very Good prophet.
Therefore, not long ago, he exchanged interests with these horse people through some things, in order to obtain a divination achieved by the horse people through astrology, which was a very cost-effective thing.
"That boy's star has changed course."
The centaur named Lovren said, "I can't see clearly what his future will be like - but the star that replaces him will undoubtedly have a difficult road ahead. The star that should have fallen because of that boy Some have fallen, some are missing, and the direction of destiny is no longer something we can peep into." He said very seriously and unhappily, "You don't have a star of your own in the sky - Nameless wizard, where did you come from?"
"To put it bluntly, you can't see anything except the trajectory deviation - so knowing where I come from is not a good thing for you." Felton said lazily, "Then, I'll take my leave."
Ignoring the displeasure and humiliation on the centaur's face, he turned back and walked out.
"What you are going towards is a shadow!" shouted the centaur. "There is a shadow about to fall on that boy!"
Felton turned around and waved lightly, and the grass under the centaur immediately ignited with flames, burning him so hard that he took several steps back.
"The reason why our transaction was successful was not because you half-talked and half-hidden," Felton was obviously impatient, and he said with a hint of warning, "What else?"
"If the boy can survive the bad luck of this shadow," said the centaur reluctantly, "everything may go well for him."
"If not?" Felton's voice was softer, but it sounded like the tip of a thin knife, extremely dangerous. "What will happen?"
"He will die."
The centaur said briefly, and managed to see that the wizard opposite him turned pale at this moment.
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Felton returned to the place where he had just parted with the boy with a heavy heart.
Shadow, death, altered trajectory...what does it mean? Even if it was a centaur's prophecy, even if the audience was someone like Felton, these things were still too vague and of no practical use. They could only be said to have sounded a wake-up call in his heart.
But no matter what, the only central meaning I realized was so unclear.
——Shadow and bad luck will eventually come, and it may bring death to the boy.
Felton felt a chill.
He reached out and wrapped the cloak tightly around himself, or rather tightly. Ever since he came to Hogwarts, ever since he put on this cloak, he had rarely felt this kind of coldness emanating from the inside of his body and mind.
"Um?"
He suddenly frowned.
The place where the boy was standing just now is empty now - but if you look carefully, you will find something rolling around in the evening primrose bushes as tall as a person, causing the precious anti-chronic evening primrose petals to scatter all over the place. Hell, if a potion master stood here, he would probably die of heartache.
Felton thought for a while, then quickly walked over, stretched out one hand to fish it out - then stretched out his free hand to fish it out, and finally lifted it up with both hands at the same time.
Then he was so surprised that he was speechless.
There were two identical golden unicorn cubs. One was twisting lively in his hands, while the other was quietly being carried by the neck... and covered its face with two little hooves. It was obvious that I feel that it is really embarrassing to be brought out like this.
Even Felton couldn't help but chuckle this time.
He stretched out his hand, scratched the exposed belly of the quiet cub, and snorted.
"Having fun with your 'little lady'?" Felton said this deliberately, knowing that this would make the other party even more embarrassed. He dropped the lively one and put the quiet one in his cloak pocket, "Has it returned?"
The boy who had turned into a cub in his pocket was on all fours, struggling to think out, quite embarrassed to death.
But Felton wouldn't let him struggle like this. He took out a small bottle and poured a little bit into his pocket. Within three seconds, the cub in his pocket became quiet.
The real cub bit his cloak and refused to let him take away the little friend he finally saw. Felton touched it with his wand, and it floated up and was put into his pocket. inside.
"Great harvest." He chuckled again and started to return along the original path.
After doing the math, Dumbledore's plan should almost be completed.
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When Draco was about to wear three layers of his shoes at the gathering place, he finally saw Felton's aloof figure. Yes, aloof. He learned this word from the Internet. People like Felton are aloof.
When he saw that there was no Harry beside Felton, he rushed forward angrily: "Where's Harry?! Where did you do Harry!"
"As if I would eat him." Felton snorted, took out two small unicorns from his pocket, and threw them into his arms.
Draco: "…………?!!!"
He looked dumbfounded at the... thing that Felton threw at him? No, it’s a unicorn! Live! His greedy cubs are still two!
"He's practicing his transformation. He's still restless when he turns into a unicorn and scratches my pocket with his hooves," Felton whispered. "Take him back to your dormitory. After the effects of the sleeping essential oil wear off, he will It's time to wake up, and then he can learn how to change back."
Draco put down the restless one, held the sleeping one in his arms, and stared at Felton as if he was a perverted murderer or something: "...sleeping essential oil?!"
After asking, he felt in danger again, so he hurriedly evacuated to the castle with Harry in his arms, fearing that if he was too late, Felton, a pervert, would do something to Harry again.
I don't know how many times he stroked Harry's hair while he was sleeping. Draco was running with such thoughts in his mind. To be honest, he was quite envious...but it still didn't stop him from thinking that Felton was a pervert!
Because his mind was filled with such thoughts, when everyone was shouting that Neville had killed several eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest, he didn't listen to a word of this big news.
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Harry was dreaming...a dream in which he was being caressed by his master as if he were a cat.
It was warm at first, like a touch of encouragement from his father...then it was very comfortable, the fingers rubbing the area on his back made him feel relaxed all over.
Then the chin, tail... The person stroking it was obviously very careful not to hurt him at all, and even took some water and put it on his hand for him to lick when he was thirsty.
Well, even though it was a dream, the act of licking his fingers still made Harry feel ashamed.
So he tried hard to open his eyes - but at this time, the stroking hand reached to a place that was a little too much - his belly. Although the neighbor's pet dogs all like to have their bellies scratched, this does not mean that Harry can accept this wonderful experience.
——So when he successfully opened his eyes, he saw a golden, almost white platinum color, and a pair of familiar, sparkling, excited blue-gray eyes.
The moment when two pairs of eyes looked at each other, how should I put it... the most terrifying thing was that the air suddenly became silent and silent.
Harry looked expressionlessly at his friend who stretched out his hand and placed it on his golden, furry and soft belly. Then he raised his hand and looked at his own hand...oh, hoof. He waved his hand and found that he couldn't hit Draco.
He turned his head and took a look, and after realizing that this was obviously Draco's dormitory, he got up from the soft cushion under him, trying to get to the ground with a flutter.
"Merlin, don't run around. I just gave you a bath..." Draco covered his mouth suddenly and realized that he had let something slip. His face flushed and turned red, "...bath...no, I mean, I think your four hooves are dirty, no! I, what I mean is..."
Under the gaze of the unicorn that Harry had transformed into, Draco, who was feeling guilty, began to hesitantly and even put his hands behind his back like a girl and twisted around. Harry even suspected that he didn't even know what he was doing. say what.
"Unicorns are not willing to get close to boys," Draco held Harry in his arms and stroked his fur like a cat with an unprecedented attitude of trying to please and be caught. "So you see, you should understand me. This... love and care for you! Yes, this is all out of my love and care for my friends, so you shouldn't lose your temper over this. And you know, I like Harry the unicorn so much, you see …”
Bah.
He didn't have to say anything more.
With a swipe of blue scales, Harry, who had transformed from a unicorn cub, responded calmly. At the same time, he picked up a thick book lying next to him and slapped Draco hard on the face.
"That means you're ready for a beating, right? Draco?"
There is no doubt that these words were exactly what Harry said with a calm face and a slight smile, but his teeth kept grinding.
When he said this, there was a sudden cold wind in the closed dormitory, and even the black tea in the cup was frozen into ice cubes. The numbered porcelain cup suddenly cracked and broke into four petals, as if to indicate that Draco was about to come. Unlucky.
Draco's teeth began to chatter.
————In the next week, apart from Neville's heroic act that caused the students, especially the Gryffindors, to discuss a lot, the most talked about and frightened thing was that 'Malfoy finally fell out with Potter. ! '
From that day on, for a full week, Harry never said a word to Draco again.
The author has something to say: This chapter was written with a smile 233333
Neville’s little adventure will be explained later, please let me make some silly jokes first 233333
What is this situation? You secretly kiss someone while they are sleeping, but the person wakes up at this time and stares at you. But Harry wasn't just angry about this.
And don’t ask me if Felton secretly masturbated Harry’s unicorn, he 100% did it.
