——This is not him.
——You obviously noticed it.
——This is definitely not him.
——But you obviously think so too, you obviously noticed it!
Draco almost ran back to his dormitory with his schoolbag in his arms. There were two voices in his heart that were pulling and arguing with each other, and the voices were getting louder and louder.
When he entered the lounge, Blasie, Pansy, and Daphne were sitting together discussing the new season's fashions. They were all very surprised to see him running back to his dormitory without saying hello when he came in.
"He looks so pale," said Daphne.
"It looks like he's seen a ghost - could it be Xavier who beat him again?" Pansy said biting her nails.
Blasie shook his head: "It doesn't look like it - there's no injury on his face at all, and it doesn't hinder him when he runs. That shouldn't be the reason."
Harry never hit anyone when he really quarreled with his friends. This was especially true for Draco. It was quite rare for the cold-blooded violence to last so long and so thoroughly. If someone else had cold-blooded Draco, they would have been at odds for several days. If he talks and doesn't even look at him, Draco will definitely tell him not to come back, and even tell him to get out of here.
But if you think about it, you know that if Draco said this to Harry (such as get out of here or something), then I'm afraid this friendship could end in the public's favor.
"Did he bring a cat back?" Daphne said softly, "I think he seems to attach great importance to the schoolbag in his arms. Is there anything in it?"
This was true. All three of them saw him hugging his schoolbag tightly and covering his head with his robe.
It was as if he was afraid that the contents inside would fall out and an Avatar launcher would be revealed. .
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Draco closed the door of the dormitory, held his breath and added a few protective spells to it...but he stopped in frustration midway through the spell, knowing that it was useless. He threw himself on the big four-poster bed, along with the schoolbag he was holding, and breathed heavily. He felt that running back all the way was more stressful and tiring than hiding ten Bludgers.
He lay facelessly on the bed, unzipped the schoolbag he was holding, and twisted his neck to look at his curtains. Although there was water outside, he was still afraid of Felton's face appearing outside the window. When there were only water plants outside the window, he took out the small statue from inside.
Yes, he stole it back. Even though Felton would predictably furiously search for the person who stole his things, Draco still stole it back. Although he couldn't imagine the consequences of doing so, oh , Merlin, every time he wanted to put things back to their original place, he couldn't do it, and when he was struggling for the third time whether to put them back, he suddenly realized that he had been very honest. He ran down the corridor, wrapped the small portrait in a book and ran back.
How do you say that? Everything happened in a flash of lightning and became irreversible!
He looked at the small portrait dejectedly and raised it above his head. When he saw the man painted on it again, his teeth couldn't stop chattering and his whole body became cold. His depressed mood was overwhelmed by an unbearable feeling. The words are almost filled with fear but also filled with doubts and trance.
The name is right there in the throat and can immediately come to the lips, but it is an impossible name. Logically speaking, that name cannot belong to this man, but other than that name, no one can use this name.
Draco had to look at this man again.
Body-not exactly strong. He looked powerful but didn't have much muscle. Draco believed that if he were the same age, Flint would definitely be taller and stronger than this man.
Appearance - There is no doubt that it is what Draco thought at first glance. He looks almost exactly the same as James Potter, except for the lightning scar on his forehead and the pair of green eyes. They and Draco asked Harry for this countless times. The pair of green eyes that had lost the contact lenses were exactly the same.
Hairstyle...oh my God, what an ugly haircut.
"...It's a little different." He looked at it, his doubts deepening. Yes, this man is undoubtedly the person he wants to talk about, yes, the guy who dared to cold-blooded him. But if you look closely, you can find that there is something different about this man.
First of all... the scar that was so famous that it was included in the textbooks has now completely disappeared where it should be, and the scar on this man's head not only still exists, but is also in high-definition version, without any trace of 'this is a man in his twenties' It looks like something left over from years or even thirty years ago; secondly, the man's skin color is a healthy wheat color, and looking at the vicissitudes of his face, you can tell that this is not from sunbathing, but from the wind, rain and scorching sun. It was ground out by me. And then... because of the fineness of this painting, Draco could even see how poorly maintained this person's skin was. He actually had dark circles under his eyes and a slight bruise on the corner of his mouth, as if he had been beaten. No, it should be. He was indeed beaten, because the only beautiful pair of green eyes on his face were looking sideways, and Draco could actually see a little anger.
This is a rough guy who was severely deprived of sleep. He had just been punched in the corner of the mouth while he was painting. Draco concluded like this.
But at the same time, it is undeniable that this man is also eye-catching - he is undeniably handsome, and has an unignorable wildness. He has green stubble on his chin, and the corners of his lips have the look of being punched and bitten. Traces, but even so, he was not the one who was bullied, because his eyes, his expression, and the angle of his chin raised told everyone who looked at this painting that he would put his money down in the next second. The enemy is struck down, and no one can strike him down forever.
This can't even be said to be a kind of arrogance, but a kind of momentum, an unrivaled momentum, which makes this man like a hurricane tearing everything apart, or a lion and a leopard, brave and good at fighting.
This small portrait can be said to be a terrifying and realistic painting. Because this man, this man who is just a painting, actually has an aura that Draco dare not touch. If he stood in front of Draco like this, Draco would not dare to provoke him, even if his eyes could not help but He couldn't even say hello to this man as he moved around.
Draco couldn't help but take the portrait farther away, but his arms were sore from lifting it, so he had to turn over, put his arms on the bed, and turned over the little portrait to look at it carefully.
Harry didn't have such momentum. Draco couldn't help but think, and then thought in panic about Merlin, do I really think so? I really, really think the man in this portrait is Harry? ! real? Are you kidding me?
He couldn't help but pinch his face, trying to deceive himself that this was a dream. As for why it was a dream, did he still need to think about this issue when he woke up? unnecessary! ! !
But it was useless. He stayed awake despite the pain, and the portrait did not disappear.
So the question is - who is this man?
Just as Draco thought, this actually doesn't look like Harry - Harry may not have the momentum of this man after eight hundred years. This man is like a leopard, looking like a tabby cat. He is not very fierce, and even has a normal level of beauty, but he can jump up and tear you apart in the next second.
Harry has always been gentle, calm, and even silent occasionally. When he smiles, he is very much like his father, the surprisingly handsome and kind Muggle - and when he is most sharp, such as reciting spells, such as Wormtail in uniform is not even one-tenth of the man in the portrait... How should I put it, masculine, yes, masculine. Sometimes Harry is as gentle as a girl, like all the archmages in TV series, sometimes at most. It reveals an aura of 'I am powerful', but is not intimidating enough to make you feel like a warrior.
But it does look like him. An objectionable voice in Draco's heart kept reminding him that from the appearance point of view, this and Harry are undoubtedly similar. Even if the age difference is perhaps more than ten years, this similarity will not be misjudged, from the facial features to the The scar, which is famous throughout the British wizarding world, and his pair of green eyes all confirmed this conjecture.
Maybe this painting is a guess about what Harry will look like ten years from now - no, no, no. Draco immediately overturned this guess. Who would be bored enough to draw such a picture? Or is this a painting that is seriously inconsistent with my temperament?
Speaking of which, just painting is very strange - the wizarding world is not as developed as the electronic equipment industry in the Muggle world, but cameras are still very common items, because all the paintings in the wizarding world can move. If this It's someone similar to Harry. Felton wants something as a memory. Why not take a photo, but draw a painting that won't move at all? If handled properly, it could even have the same thinking and memory as that person. Wouldn't that be better? Why such a small portrait as big as a palm?
At the same time, Draco suddenly thought of a question - why is such a thing, such a portrait, placed in the drawer of something important to Felton? Or was it that he had guessed wrong and that the drawer was just a place to put some messy things that he didn't pay attention to?
Is this possible? Draco questioned whether he had calculated the order wrong, but his pride told him that he could not have calculated it wrong.
If this portrait is a vital thing to Felton, a very precious thing, then what does he think of Harry?
Is this a portrait of his family, his friends?
No. Draco dismissed the idea.
If it's a good friend, then why draw such a portrait? Draco believed that if it were him, when drawing portraits of his family and friends, he would undoubtedly choose a decent picture instead of this, with even a bruise on the corner of his mouth. If so, how twisted is this man’s psychology?
So, what about thinking the other way around?
Just thinking about it made Draco feel chills running down his spine.
...No, maybe, no, Merlin, I must have made a mistake.
For the first time in his life, he denied himself so vigorously...and focused all his attention on this issue, not thinking about other things for the time being, nor did he think about why this matter that had nothing to do with him to some extent scared him. Chills all over.
"There must be a mistake somewhere." The boy muttered, burying his face in the pillow and no longer looking at the special little portrait, "It must be."
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When Draco got up the next day, he had serious dark circles under his eyes and walked crookedly. When he met Sirius Black, who was attracting the attention of every student in the corridor, and was his uncle, he almost fell to the ground.
"Why are you here?!" In front of everyone, Draco had no choice but to use honorifics, "What is the need for you to come here?"
"I'm here to ask for leave for Harry," Sirius said to him hurriedly, and walked past Draco as if there was a dog biting him behind his back. Draco froze on the spot for three or four seconds before he remembered and patted him. Head, walked back and slapped Draco on the back of the head, "Write more letters to Harry and send them to me, but don't leave the school in a hurry. Just stay here, or I will discipline you for your mother."
After saying that, he flew away again. Draco opened his mouth and wanted to reach out and grab the hem of his robe to ask something, but because Sirius was wearing a tight shirt and suit pants with no hem at all, he missed the chance. .
"Felton won't be teaching you these days," Draco heard him telling a Slytherin senior when he caught up with him. He was extremely impatient, "He wanted me to tell you to be quiet for a few days, otherwise whoever commits trouble will be in trouble. He Keep your word, go back and tell your prefects to take care of their own college affairs."
Draco almost held his breath for a moment - Felton suddenly left class and suddenly asked for leave with Harry. There must be some necessary connection. If there was no contact, he would cut off his head and play it as a ball for Weasley! !
He suddenly became nervous again.
If the man in the portrait is Felton's enemy, no! For a moment, Draco had another terrifying guess - what if, what if! That is a person very similar to Harry, and Felton thinks that this is the future Harry? ! And this man is felton’s enemy?
Thinking of this, he couldn't even stand still. All the things that happened to Felton a moment ago came to his mind, and he almost wanted to vomit out in fear.
"Uncle, uncle -" Draco didn't care about the upcoming classes and trotted after him. The first time he called his uncle was very smooth. He pulled Sirius's sleeve and asked him tremblingly, "Why did Harry ask for leave? He How many days do you need to take leave? Does this have anything to do with Felton not having classes——"
"You're not a Ravenclaw, why do you have so many questions," Sirius answered him angrily, slapping him away, "——It's all your fault. You'd better pray that I don't know who started the quarrel. If you are the one who started it, watch your butt."
"If you didn't talk so much nonsense, I wouldn't have so many problems!" Draco shouted in a low voice, "What's wrong? He's sick again? How could he get sick in the summer? Isn't he only prone to getting sick in the winter? Felton is again Why don’t you go to class?!”
"It's not illness, it's injury," Sirius whispered to him, turning around and walking towards the principal's office, "I can tell you, but don't tell me - Felton is here to cure his injury and prepare medicine. This guy is very familiar with potions and magic." He is good at spells and can use Muggle medical equipment. But I don't trust him, and I don't know where he comes from. If Dumbledore hadn't said he could be trusted, I would never have let him in."
——It seems that the guess is not very accurate.
Draco didn't want to admit it, but he was so relieved that he even loosened his grip on Sirius's robe.
Sirius didn't like Felton. Even though he was treating Harry's injury as Sirius said, he still didn't like this person of unknown origin. He muttered a few words that were inaudible, and then said that Harry had indeed been rescued. This made Draco subconsciously wanted to smile in agreement, but in the next second he realized what Sirius was describing and swallowed his smile back.
"Give Felton to Harry... No, I mean, how could Harry be hurt?! How could he be in Hogwarts... He's back home again?! Why is he still hurt when he's home?!"
Draco didn't know which question to shock him first, and then he immediately said, "You have to take me to see him!!"
He had to guard Harry at all times... so that Felton couldn't get even one step closer! This man's intentions are as unknown as his origins. What if he is a Death Eater, what if he is a more dangerous person, what if he is really infinitely close to his guess?
"He is out of danger." Sirius removed his fingers that were tugging on his clothes and emphasized, "He is very bored now and needs someone to keep him entertained - do you know what you should do most?"
"Then let me accompany him!" Draco said immediately, not seeing anything wrong with entertaining boring people at all. "And since we are out of danger, don't let Felton get close to Harry!"
"He is your new dean, and you actually hate him? Give me a reason," Sirius frowned and said, although he also wanted to isolate this professor of unknown origin, but there are some things that cannot be ignored, "otherwise I can't just throw it away after use. Do you hate him because he took the old bat's place?" At this time, he rarely remembered some things, such as Snape being his nephew's godfather.
"...He, he..." Draco wanted to say that Felton's origins were unknown, and he also had a strange attitude towards Harry. He wanted to say that Felton actually hid a portrait of a man very similar to Harry in the drawer, but He talked for a long time, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say these words on this crowded staircase, "Then...then let me take leave to accompany Harry...let me watch him!"
"There are so many students in his father's school that can be rotated every day. What are you going to do?" Sirius said with a bad expression, "Continue to quarrel with him? Continue to make him angry?"
Draco was so embarrassed by him that he took a deep breath, and then he remembered that their quarrel had not yet been reconciled, and he almost choked himself to death.
"Write him more letters." Finally, Sirius patted his head. "Speak and write carefully if you have anything to say. He can't speak for the time being, and he can't eat messy things. Don't send candies and snacks."
Draco nodded and replied in a low voice: "I understand."
He couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket. He always kept the small portrait in his left pocket, for fear that it would be stolen in the dormitory. But when he took it out, he felt frightened. He felt that there was always one eye of Felton staring at him, and You can see this image.
But so what?
After thinking about it all night, Draco felt that he took the portrait just to wait for Felton to come to him.
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felton handed over today's amount of potion and watched as the boy raised his head and drank it all. He was so disturbed by the smell that he lay on the quilt scratching the quilt. He handed over the second bottle without any sympathy and asked him for an hour. Drink later.
"Thank you, Professor," the boy wrote in the notebook in his hand, "But when can I stop taking the medicine?" When can I talk and eat normally? 】
"That's a long time ago." Felton deliberately kept talking for a long time. He was satisfied to see the boy's wrinkled and miserable face, but he didn't show any expression. He just snorted coldly and turned around. Just leave.
But the boy grabbed his sleeve and handed him a piece of paper that he had written long ago. The words on it were large and neat, and there were several similar scratches. It seemed that he had written them several times. Come out with this piece of paper.
"Thank you for the potions and spells," Harry wrote these words on the paper, "and the spells." 】
When Harry was being rescued, in addition to the sound of a curse that became gurgling in his ears, there was also a familiar male voice. The voice asked him to recite a spell silently in his heart, which could speed up the body's self-healing. He was fascinated. For a moment, he didn't recognize the voice, so he refused to follow it at first, but then the voice turned into a familiar boy's voice. Harry recognized that it was Draco's voice. This time he Trusting this voice, I started to follow the instructions in a daze. It is said that the healing of the wound was indeed accelerated.
Later, Harry's school bag was brought over. He took out Salazar's portrait from it and recited the incantation to the portrait. The ancient ancestor listened for a while and said that this was a remote and primitive area where the indigenous wizards liked to use it. Spells, they are never willing to follow the development of the world. In Salazar's era, they were some old stubborns. Although they declined because of this, many ancient spells were left behind, which were jerky and convoluted but useful.
[I'm sorry, I didn't recognize that it was your voice at first,] Harry turned the page rather embarrassedly and showed the second page, [I also bothered you to change your voice to trick me. 】
Just think about it, how could Draco be here? He was at school. In other words, the sound was simulated. Harry himself knew ten ways to change the sound, which was not difficult.
"It is the teacher's responsibility to save his students." It was rare that Felton had no objection to that 'coaxing'. Obviously he also thought it was coaxing, which made Harry even more embarrassed. Felton saw that his head was lowered and he stretched out his hand. Lifting his chin, "Don't go too low, or you'll touch the wound."
Harry quickly raised his chin.
"You trust Draco Malfoy," Felton became cold when he mentioned that name, "I heard that you haven't reconciled yet."
[Why did you hear these things?] Harry touched his head, turned the page and wrote a new sentence, [A quarrel is a quarrel... No, uh, actually I don't think there was a quarrel at all? It's just that I'm angry unilaterally, but it's true that I'm angry, but I know that Draco won't hurt me. 】
"Won't it hurt you?" Felton repeated this sentence.
"No matter how angry he is with me, he will never hurt me," Harry smiled, and after writing a few words, he raised the notebook and said, "We are good friends." 】
felton paused for a few seconds, turned around and left without saying a word. Harry was surprised and wanted to keep him, but it was useless just writing without anyone reading it. With his ability, he didn't know how to speak in this teacher's head rashly. , would he be angry, so he had to put down his notebook with an embarrassed look on his face and asked the teacher to walk away quickly.
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felton walked down the corridor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, walking in silence, not afraid of getting lost in a dangerous place - there is always such a place in a noble's home - after all, this room is also important to him. It's very familiar. He has stayed here for ten years and is not willing to go to other places or return to his magnificent home.
He raised his left hand and looked at his right hand again, and found that they were both shaking, and they were shaking so violently.
He knew that fear had penetrated him deeply and had not subsided until now.
Death is often only a moment away from people. Maybe this distance seems far away, like that damn witch doctor, but Felton knows that this distance is often terrifyingly close. For that boy, death has always been The god of death could grab the thing closest to him if he stretched out his hand, but Goddess Luck loved him and let him slip under the shadow several times, but Felton also knew that it was not forever.
He closed his eyes and stood there, but with such a simple movement, he started to tremble - the scene of the previous few days reappeared before his eyes again, the thin boy's neck had blurred blood marks, and his breathing was paused. The child's closed eyes almost overlapped with the person in his memory, and no matter how Sirius called, the boy had no obvious reaction. Instead, he kept calling for his father out of instinct, as if his father was there. Here he can get well all at once, and Felton himself took out the wand tremblingly. Countless spells filled his mind for a moment, but for a moment he did not dare to use any of them, for fear that he would pronounce the wrong one. Bytes destroy everything.
But when he heard the boy calling for his father, he felt as if he had been hammered during a cramp, and his frown suddenly relaxed.
Last time, this boy, this person, had no one to rely on. His mouth would never call for anyone who could save him. He knew clearly that calling for help was useless. If he couldn't save himself, then he wouldn't be able to save anyone. No, others will not come to save him, he has always been like this.
But this time, he finally had someone to call for help.
"...Merlin, thank you Charles Xavier."
felton sighed softly, his voice so soft that no one could hear him clearly except himself.
