When Harry finally comforted Draco who was almost crying, he found to his amazement that he couldn't hear a single reason from the other person's head - yes, he sensed fear, fright and a series of other things from it. There was no doubt that it was an emotion that would make people cry, but Draco was so scared that he couldn't think of anything. There was no other explanation except hugging him like an octopus.
The only fireplace in Hogwarts that was connected to this place was the one in Felton's office. Harry had no doubt that Draco came from there. When he finally let Draco get up, he had time to sweep away all the fireplace dust that had fallen on the bed, and He tapped his wand to cast a cleaning spell, and took out a few tissues to wipe Draco's tears.
And when Draco came to his senses, he was completely embarrassed.
Dignity, fear, and other thoughts made him keep silent in response to Harry's question of "What's wrong with you?" and since it was difficult for Harry to take the initiative to look at other people's heads, he didn't even intend to say anything even to death. What did I see?
He took all his screams, fears, doubts and tremors to himself. There were some secrets that even friends like Harry couldn't tell - because these secrets were closely related to him. Draco didn't know what he saw, but even if he was scared to death, he knew it was something that couldn't be said.
Draco's eyes fell on Harry's neck - it was wrapped in gauze one after another. The potion given by Felton had a strange effect, but it couldn't see the wind, so even though Harry protested that it was too hot, everyone still worked together. His neck was wrapped up half a circle thickly.
Draco felt his heart beat faster when he saw him wrapping the wound, and he didn't dare to say anything. He felt scared just enough to dare to sniff. He wanted to choke and take Harry's hand, but he felt like this when he touched his fingertips. It was very pretentious, but Harry thought he was still scared, so he grabbed Draco's hand generously.
Warm. Draco thought.
He sniffed again, and the tip of his nose turned red. Harry took his cup from the bedside, poured him a glass of water, and continued to talk in his head: "You have to replenish water - what happened?" Yeah? You ran away from school again? Are you addicted to running away? "
"Felton threw me here!" Draco took a sip of water and finally regained his complaining tone. He thought about Felton and shuddered again, "He is a pervert."
He tried hard to erase the scene he saw for a second or two, but he couldn't help but think of how the owner of the painting, Felton, finished the painting calmly. And looking back now, Draco seemed to be able to recall the situation at that moment. Even though he was covered by his cloak, Felton's eyes were still staring at him, which made him even more frightened and made his teeth chatter.
But when he thought of this clip, Draco wanted to go back - not only was the problem not solved, it actually got worse.
However, he suddenly remembered a problem that happened before.
"Are you not angry anymore?" He asked cautiously, holding Harry's hand again, fearing that he would pull it back all of a sudden. When he thought of this, he became less afraid.
This is a very wonderful feeling, like slowly stepping out of the coldest corner of the castle, gradually recovering a little warmth from the cold and biting feeling. The fear and pain just now seemed like a dream, because As long as you stand in the sun, you won't be frozen again.
Draco watched Harry burst into laughter because of this sudden little problem, and even covered his neck with a faint laugh. It was so fresh and familiar, and he knew that Harry was no longer angry with him, so he relaxed unconsciously. , when he came to his senses, the corners of his own mouth had been raised for a long time.
Harry took the paper and pen next to him and wrote: [As long as you remember that I am not a little toy pet with all kinds of tricks that you can brush around - speaking of which, I really like those flying paper cranes, teach me. I will forgive you no matter what I do. 】
"Merlin, I have never seen a toy with such a bad temper like you," Draco couldn't help but say, "But - Cheng Cheng Cheng, it's up to you, as long as you don't be as slippery as a chocolate frog, I'll wait for you If you can recite magic spells, I'll teach you how to fold that." After saying that, he couldn't help but reach out and touch Harry's neck lightly, but when he was about to touch it, he didn't dare to actually touch it, "...Who did this? of?"
Harry could clearly see the angry look on his face, and remembering how Draco thought Loki suited him very well, he suddenly wanted to laugh.
[A person you would never expect,] Harry wrote, [Although it was not my wish to suffer a sudden disaster, from a certain perspective, it is still magical - I was attacked by a super villain, the one you all know kind. 】
"………………ha?!!"
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"You mean," Draco was stunned, "that you were attacked by that villain, that evil god Loki, who could compete with Thor and almost destroy New York?! And he lives next door to you?! That one doesn't The idiot brother who asked him to raise the dog is the God of Thunder? Did they regard you as an unlucky target during a family dispute? It’s not your head that you hurt?!”
Harry wrote quite unhappily: [What's the point of lying to you? Can that get a dollar? 】
"You're right," Draco looked around the room. The crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling alone cost more than a hundred galleons, and Xavier's family also had a competitive level that surpassed ordinary people. "You are not short of money." He said as if he was dreaming. the voice said.
"You must have a devil-attracting device on your body," he said dreamily. "What a bad luck."
This was obviously something that had nothing to do with him in the beginning, but in the end he was the worst offender. This didn't make sense at all.
This statement made Harry want to punch him - but they hadn't sat so close to talk for a long time. The pleasure of chatting with his friends made him temporarily suppress the urge. At the same time, he had to admit that Draco was probably right. , and at the same time began to wonder why he was so unlucky.
[In short, for safety reasons, we will not go home for the time being,] Harry wrote, with a regretful expression on his face. It is always sad to not be able to go home, [Dad and Uncle Erik took Wanda and the others back to school, but this matter Nina doesn't know, we are all afraid of scaring her. 】
The little girl was still very young when she witnessed her mother's death, but now she can remember things clearly. Everyone felt that it was better not to let her know about this matter, and she was not allowed to see Harry who was not fully recovered, for fear that his wounds would be damaged. Terrified.
Draco's hand gently stopped on the gauze, and he couldn't resist the thought of untying it and looking at it. But when he thought of Felton's terrifying painting, he felt that he probably hadn't passed the fragile period yet. He screamed, but considering that it would startle Harry, he held it back.
"When will you be well enough to go back to school?" Draco muttered, tugging at him. He wanted to say something, but he felt that saying 'I miss you' was too girlish. He wanted to say that hogwarts was the safest place, but Afraid that Harry would start quarreling with him about his school, he racked his brains before remembering something, and an idea suddenly struck him, "They said they found a mirror in an empty classroom on the second floor of the castle, and said it could see the future - only a small part of it." People know it, and the prefects suppressed this statement, but some people still go looking for the mirror."
When he said these words, he felt that he suddenly became enlightened - why didn't he find this mirror? If he finds this mirror, or gets this mirror, many of his questions can be answered. Whether Felton is a threat or a warning, he can also know, especially whether the painting... is true or false, he can also know.
Harry was indeed very interested. As a ravenclaw, his focus was predictable: "Is there really magic that can detect the future? What is the principle? Can anyone do this now? If you have seen this mirror, you know Will my future change when I look in this mirror next time?"
People cannot cross two rivers at once, nor can they go back in time and kill their grandmother, but one choice is more likely to create countless futures... Harry thinks from a theoretical perspective, and it is easy to find that if you know your future, I'm afraid the future is quietly changing at this moment.
Will there be any changes next time you look at this mirror? You know, if you are looking at this mirror, this person does not know that he will become a person in the future. But after looking at it, this factor has changed...
"How do I know," Draco swallowed, raised his cup and took a sip of water, "I always thought someone was playing a prank, and no one has ever found this mirror. The second time, it is said that the red-haired Weasley saw himself becoming the president of the student union and Quidditch captain, holding the Quidditch trophy - he's dreaming."
It was because of this that Draco sneered and didn't take it seriously. Even if Harry brought Ravenclaw to win the championship, it would be more reliable. Therefore, even if Hermione frowned and said, it seemed that some seniors who had no chance of joking also saw that mirror. , Draco didn't take this rumor seriously.
But now even he is a little tempted - what if it is true.
"I have never heard of a wizard who made such a magic item," Draco said, "but we can try it - as long as you get better soon and go back to school, I will find someone to take us to find the mirror... "
At this time, Sirius's voice came from downstairs, getting closer and closer: "Harry—honey, do you feel better today?"
Draco panicked all of a sudden and quickly looked left and right: "He won't let me come to see you - let me hide now!"
[But this is not what Professor Felton asked you to do]
Halfway through writing, Harry's pen was taken away from him, and Draco was almost furious with him: "Why are you still writing--and my uncle doesn't care about this! If he finds out, I will be thrown back!! He will definitely write again." Tell my mother about this!”
Harry had no choice but to shush him, then tuck him into the large duvet on the bed - the temperature control spell in the room prevented him from feeling too hot - then he sat on it and stuffed a pillow under Draco's head. From the front of the head, if you look at it like this, you will feel that the slight fluctuation is caused by the pillow.
Everything was ready when Sirius entered the room, so he was very happy to see his godson reading a book on the bed in good spirits. He walked over and saw the gauze around his neck at the first sight, which made him a little bit nervous. I feel bad, Harry is the most troubled child he has ever seen, "Can you try to talk today?"
Harry wanted to give it a try, but just as he was about to open his mouth, someone poked him on the leg. He immediately trembled. Sirius asked him quickly: "What's wrong? Is it cold in the room?" He took something from the closet. The clothes were wrapped around him, and he reached out to test his forehead, and then he was reassured, "It doesn't look like he has any fever anymore."
When Harry's neck injury was still healing, he had a fever. It was a low fever, but Charles was still frightened and stayed by his son's bedside. Fortunately, their family now had a large number of people, Erik, the twins and Sirius were all very nervous. A good caregiver, Lupine is attentive and knows how to be considerate of a child. Although he is still an older bachelor, he can stand up to several of them by himself. The caregiver's shift is not even half over, and Harry's illness is gone. It's ready in no time.
Draco couldn't help but want to move in the quilt, but he knew that he couldn't move, so he was terribly uncomfortable. This process of endurance made him feel as long as four entire chapters of the history of magic. Fortunately, Sirius still had a lot of things to do. After checking on his godson, he left the room. Harry and Draco breathed a sigh of relief together. The former lifted the quilt and let the latter get out.
"How many days do you have until you can go back?" Draco said, "Does this matter require you to stay here and wait for compensation from the other party?"
"The other party wanted to compensate, but Uncle Erik refused to accept it," Harry simply said in his head, "Now they are asking for...well, actually I don't know. I also want to go back to school, but my wounds cannot be exposed to the wind."
Erik's opinion is that Loki should go back to outer space as far away as possible, but Thor can't do this. Tony is trying hard to think of how to find a solution that satisfies both parties, and at the same time wants to tell the boss's cooperation idea to go away. Point - they have always wanted to interfere with the Magic Congress of the United States of America, but the latter has always been strictly guarded and only occasionally reached some cooperation with the government. When it is not cooperation time, it can only be said that both sides are at odds.
Draco remembered something and his eyes lit up: "There is something that can protect you from the wind... We can definitely go find that mirror tonight."
Harry wanted to say that I am a person who listens to the doctor's orders...but, to be honest, in front of something like a 'mirror that can see the future', he was shamefully (thinking) silent.
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On a dark and windy night... no, actually there was no wind, two small figures were walking slowly in the corridor of Hogwarts, as if they were going shopping, with a leisurely pace.
Of the two boys, one was naturally wearing a normal school uniform, while the other didn't look like he was spending summer at all. A simple cloak covered him completely.
Hermione would be surprised if she were here - generally speaking, it was impossible for them to see Harry at this time at night, and Harry was not wearing the family heirloom, like an invisibility cloak woven by running water, but an invisibility cloak. A simple cloak made of yellowing fabric and colorful trimming, reaching to the floor. If a lamp was placed in front of them at this time, they would be able to see the light that should be shining on the cloak. It was like a branch hitting a wall, and it was pushed to other places, without any of it falling on the cloak.
"Your Excellency once said that this cloak can keep out materials other than the owner's, including wind, rain, sunlight, etc." Draco's eyes looked hard at the cloak. This was the cloak of the founder of Slytherin. , if placed outside, it would be a top-level antique, regardless of its historical value. Such a cloak is also a top-notch magic item, and Salazar quickly agreed to let Harry wear this cloak. Draco was envious and felt more and more terrified at the same time.
Salazar is to Harry, Sirius is to Harry, Charles and Erik are to Harry, no one can say that they are not dedicated. Harry is also a very good student, godson, and son. He even knows that Snape treats Harry differently from others. And Harry himself has countless capital. The things Salazar left alone are enough for a Muggle to survive ten Avatars, let alone Harry.
That's harry xavier, not some stupid muggle.
Draco always felt that Harry was a person who seemed to be favored by Merlin.
Why are there scenes like that in Felton's paintings?
Or--
Thinking of this, Draco even accidentally bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth, making him gag.
——Why did he think that... the man in that painting who was originally devastated but turned into a puddle of blood... was Harry?
Now that I think about it, Felton seemed to have asked him softly, "What are you afraid of?", with an expression as if he didn't know what he was drawing, and an attitude as if Draco didn't know what he was drawing - but Draco just knew, that one The man who instantly became... that was... that seemed to be his good friend.
He had no reason, but he just knew that even if he could only see the outline of a face clearly...
Draco couldn't help but chatter his teeth. Even though several hours had passed and the painting stayed in his field of vision for less than three seconds, he couldn't help but reminisce about the feeling he had never had before.
That man said he died a tragic death, which is not an exaggeration. But what if this man was Harry?
Draco, who was looking at the painting at the time, when he thought of this, his emotions, which were frightened by the frightening picture, suddenly collapsed——
——He almost went crazy, almost screamed, almost burst into tears right away, but he was so scared that all his voices were choked in his throat the moment they came out, and he couldn't scream until After being thrown to No. 12 Grimmauld Place by Felton, he found his voice and started sobbing.
If the Draco now was the Draco at that time, he would definitely punch Felton to the ground and tell him not to draw such things and curse Harry, but I am afraid that in the next second he would ask: Who did it?
Who is it that hates Harry so much, or hates that man so much that he wants his body to be destroyed?
The picture made of three simple colors of red, gray, and black left an indelible psychological shadow on Draco after it moved.
If that man is Harry, then what is this? Is it a prophecy?
Draco had heard many, many legends about prophets, but none of them were like Felton's, but Felton didn't mention a word other than throwing him over, and Draco didn't dare to ask.
What if this really is a prophecy.
Draco was afraid of this.
This is why even if he thought it was a rumor, he still wanted to find the legendary 'mirror that can predict the future'.
"This one doesn't exist," Harry said in Draco's head as he closed the door of a classroom cheerfully. He was a little excited and had been lying in bed for too long. He already yearned for a place other than Number 12 Grimmauld Place. After walking for a long time, everyone looked at him like an unlucky fragile creature and easily refused to let him out of his room. This was really his first time wandering around the castle at night, especially since before, they sneaked out through Felton's fireplace. Even if they knew that Felton was on duty today and was not in the office, it was an extraordinary excitement. "How many rooms are left... Um, are you afraid of the dark, Draco? What's wrong with you?"
As a mind reader, Harry was keenly aware that Draco's mood was not very good. In other words, during this day, fear would come to him from time to time, but when Harry asked, Draco would not answer. Later, if he asked too many questions, he would answer "Ask Felton" angrily.
Maybe felton was scaring him again. Harry thought this, blinked, stretched out a hand from the cloak, and took Draco's hand, because every time he did this, Draco's fear would dissipate a lot.
Even if they do this...well, they look like two little girls, but so what?
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Harry comforted him, "Professor Felton is not here, it's me who is here. With me here, we don't even have to worry about being caught by the professor, we can find that mirror with peace of mind."
"I'm not afraid of him or these things." Draco said. But if a light shines on his face, you can see that his face looks much better.
But you're right about one thing. He thought, holding that hand tightly.
-You are here, not in that painting!
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Moira hurriedly stepped out of the private car, carrying a dozen materials, and ran up the steps of the college on high heels. She almost knocked Hank over in her hurry.
"...Oh hug... Moira?" The young man was about to apologize as usual when he found the other person gasping and grabbing his arm, "What, what's wrong? What happened... Don't be impatient, speak slowly, or I'll take you to see Charles..."
"You must take me to see Charles immediately," Moira shouted, "I -" a trace of pain flashed across her face, "I have something very important to tell him! Take me there quickly, I don't remember the way!"
"Oh, oh!!" Hank was shocked by her momentum and immediately took her towards the direction of the principal's office. On the way, they almost knocked over several students including Scott and Jean who were experimenting with new glasses. The latter found them In a hurry, driven by curiosity, I followed him secretly.
Charles was holding some information and joking with Erik. He sighed and said that if Peter and Harry fought, both of them would be reluctant to attack each other and the war would end at the beginning. They could not teach these two brothers to be with Thor. Same with loki.
Erik thought that if they dared to do this, they should break one of their legs first, so as not to really start a fight and make Charles heartbroken.
"Obviously they were a very good pair of brothers before," Charles joked and said with genuine emotion, "So, the lack of communication between family members is really fatal."
Erik nodded and was about to place the chess piece when Moira and Hank hurried in. Charles just showed a smile and was about to greet his old friend. Moira raised a finger. Both Charles and Erik understood that this was her always strong request for everyone to listen. I said 'meaning.
"My son is missing." Moira gasped, "I followed his traces and found something very difficult and scary."
The three men present looked at her, wondering what she was talking about.
"...If I'm not wrong," Moira looked extremely nervous, "it won't be long before this trouble comes to your door, Charles, you must prepare early."
