For three full minutes, Draco considered, seriously and seriously, whether he was dreaming.
He didn't stand or sit, but squatted not far from Felton. He put one hand on his bent legs and the other on the other arm, and supported his heavy head. , the eyes can be said to be staring at the ground in confusion, and the focus is not clear to where - like a statue without carved pupils, it looks extremely lifeless, but it seems to have endless thoughts.
If you listen carefully, you will find that he is still making sounds like chattering in his pocket.
"This shouldn't be the case. We tested it back then...this is something that cannot be done..."
Draco had no time to shut up this noisy and inconsistent portrait for the time being. He is thinking. If there was barely any useful mush in his head, it was now turned to pieces.
At the very beginning, he actually thought about this question: I am a Malfoy, twelve years old, pure blood, academically successful, with a bright future, and I have always been a qualified Slytherin and a qualified heir... so Why the hell would this happen to me.
What Draco didn't know was that Harry had thought about the same question about half a year ago - the general idea was why a man of his nature would encounter such dangerous things and have a savior status that seemed destined to be miserable.
But this question only lasted less than five seconds in his mind.
felton's eyes were like...like a player, yes, the one on a Muggle computer, it played some scary clips to Draco, but like all clips, they were all There was only a maddening small part, Draco had no way of knowing the rest.
But just that little bit was enough to make him feel like he was out of his wits.
At that moment, he felt dizzy, all the air was being squeezed out of his lungs, and he couldn't breathe. The numbness spread from his fingertips, and all the paralyzed areas were cold... Just like when he was a child, he was beaten When he broke his godfather's potion bottle, he felt that the end of the world was coming. He was so frightened that he even passed the stage of fear and began to despair.
He later learned that it was actually not a big deal. His father could always pay for his godfather's temper and the troubles caused by his only son. At this moment, Draco finally tasted this despair again. But the question is, will anyone tell him this time that it's not that bad?
"...So." After a very long period of silence, Draco asked in confusion, with a tone that made every word seem to fall to the ground with cold, "He is dead."
"You can say that."
Felton drank a sip of water from the kettle and threw the compressed biscuits and another kettle into Draco's arms.
"What do you mean you can say that?" Draco immediately asked sharply.
"That means death." Felton said simply.
"..." Draco suppressed the urge to rush forward and slap the other person angrily, and unconsciously licked his chapped lips, "How did he..." He shuddered at the word, "Dead?" He died...he died here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that this was impossible. If twelve-year-old Harry died here, where did the portrait of an adult man hidden by Felton come from? It couldn't possibly be facing James Potter. I guess the face was copied and transformed.
"No." Felton said, "When Harry Potter was twelve years old, what almost killed him was the Basilisk and the Dark Lord in the Chamber of Secrets."
And now that the basilisk has become Harry's pet, there has been no news about the Dark Lord for a long time. Even if there is, oh, it actually doesn't matter much. Draco thought numbly.
"...How old was he when he died?"
"twenty four."
"Where is his mutant family, where is his future stepfather and father, where is his brother and weird sister who ran away without a trace, and that mess of people, are they just going to watch him go -" I want Draco to believe it Harry Xavier is looking for death. Yes, he has the potential, but why die so early? impossible!
"He's like the little baby over there, the kind you hold in the palm of your hand." He said, "They - wait, how did they survive this?!"
"A large part of them are not with him, or not in this world." Felton said, "The rest...I have no way of knowing." He said softly, "Some things are always secret."
Draco bit his nails irritably, and the portrait in his pocket shouted loudly, "Let me out--" He was so annoyed that he took the guy out and slapped it on the ground, facing the ground.
"What is this?" Felton looked at the portrait and raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear the noise.
"What? You're asking me? Don't you know?" Even though he was in a very troubled state, Draco still instinctively said sarcastically, and his tone became worse and worse when facing the face that was similar to his own.
He and Felton are now looking at each other in the mirror. The older one and the younger one can be said to be in perfect harmony with each other. However, it is obvious that the older one and the younger one don't think there is anything cute about the other. Instead, they both find the other rather annoying.
"I don't expect you to know what a variable is," Felton said, "but now that you see me and realize that I am standing here alone, you should know that I am not a prophet who knows everything. There is something called a butterfly. Effect', and I just happen to know a little more than some people - you have to at least know that you are a person with only so much ability."
This is a sentence that can be said to go straight to the bottom of Draco's heart - look, he has always thought that Felton is a pervert and a criminal, and he seems to be very capable, but he may not have any flaws, but when Felton's face, those clips tell When it comes to finding out who Felton is, all of this becomes very difficult to describe.
His face suddenly became even uglier than before.
"Don't worry about what I am, let's talk about something else - as far as the rules of time magic are concerned, this...Mr. Felton," Godric shouted into Draco's pocket, "You should have no choice but to let this child It's against the law to know who you are. If you were really - him, he would have gone crazy just now. I've heard that there is something called a time turner, and every user of it is Tell me that you cannot let your past self see your future self, because this will cause cognitive confusion in space and time, and the person involved will go crazy because his 'concept' of this has been confused. "
"I'm confused!" Draco shouted angrily, "because of your messy description!"
But because of Godric's words, an indescribable hope arose in his heart: What if Felton is a liar, what if those clips are fake? What if those emotions that made him almost breathless and wanted to lean against the wall and scream and cry... were also forced in by Felton?
"This is not the knowledge you should learn now. Don't be anxious, just learn it slowly," Godric actually comforted him, "Leave me alone."
Felton frowned and reached out and took out the portrait from Draco's pocket. The latter grabbed it and held it tightly: "This is my thing! What do you want to do!"
"Yours? To be honest, a portrait of a beautiful man? Is this a hobby I don't know about?" Felton easily made Draco throw away his finger and was extremely annoyed, then he looked at the portrait indifferently and threw it back. "Okay, I don't think I have this new hobby."
The portrait was staring at Felton. When Draco took it in his hand again, he remained silent, but he looked at Felton's face, his eyes turning around from time to time.
"Are you finally mute?" Draco asked the portrait irritably.
"I finally understand," Godric said without hesitation, "My little friend, your soul is so miserable, are you sure you know it? You are no longer even considered a 'Draco Malfoy' by the laws of the world."
"I never said I must be." Felton said lightly, "These are the prices I paid, and it's a good deal."
"We definitely have different definitions of a good deal," Godric said seriously, "You know what you found is not what you asked for, right?"
This sentence reminded Draco that Felton had always called Harry Xavier, but he had called him 'Potter' once before.
What does it mean? Are harry xavier and harry potter different? When Draco thought of this, he felt as if someone had knocked him somewhere. It was almost an enlightenment, but he still had questions.
"You hate him," Draco said, jumping up again as if he had just noticed this now, "You still...love, love him? What's wrong with you!!"
The word love suddenly became hot for some unknown reason. Draco just touched it with the upper and lower lips of his mouth and spit it out from the tip of his tongue. The tip of his tongue and even his cheeks became hot.
"You didn't get all the memories from me, but you asked me if he was my boyfriend," Felton said calmly, "Which one of us is wrong?"
Draco was once again choked and speechless. He made up tens of thousands of reasons in an instant, but none of them were reliable.
He wanted to give any reason at will, but as if he had been cast by some terrible spell, the first thing he said at this time was: "Don't even think about pursuing him anymore, he is not the one for you!"
Oh, that sounds a little weird. The portrait winked in his hand, but the boy didn't notice.
felton sneered.
"Who cares?"
I have only one purpose, and that is to let him live well.
What does it mean to live well? A loving parent, a good upbringing, a happy childhood, a well-liked growth period, dozens of relatives and friends giving him gifts at Christmas, a beautiful girlfriend, or a virtuous and smart wife, and two or three more Each of these children is like a firecracker, a little potato with black hair and green eyes, and he can live anywhere, as long as it is not a gloomy place like No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Felton himself I stayed there for many years, and it can be said that I was deeply affected by it.
I owe him. felton thought. This is retribution.
"How old are you?" Draco suddenly thought of this question.
"...38." Felton said.
"..." Draco lowered his head and muttered some unintelligible words.
"So you came back to save Harry. This one here." The portrait said, "I have heard of many time travelers. They all have unforgettable regrets and reversed time. They have heavy pain. As a person, I once asked Salazar if time can heal everything, but later I learned that it is impossible."
"You're right." Felton said, "So even if it becomes like this, I still have something to do."
Then why do you come to torture me? Draco thought. He suddenly realized that he was probably being treated as an additional thing... No, Felton probably took on this apprentice in order to train Harry well and prevent him from being harmed, but he started to toss it very early. draco.
"You are dissatisfied with me and yourself." Draco murmured, "Then why did you bring me here?! Want me to die? See my joke?!"
Why are there such people in the world?
"Am I going to be satisfied with something? Cowardice? Incompetence? Stubbornness? Or being mean and petty and not having a long-term vision?" Felton said, "Please forgive me for not being able to find one or two advantages."
Draco suddenly felt a strange kind of injustice in his heart. In front of him, this man was like the most picky teacher, the most unsatisfied...father or something like that. But for Merlin's sake, he wasn't! In fact, after all, they are the same person! Why, why should he do this to himself? !
"I really don't see any merit in you!" Draco gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You are a complete loser - but I can't be a loser like you!"
"I can't see it," Felton said. "If it weren't for me, where would you be now?"
Draco's eyes were almost red with anger, but Felton sneered and remained unmoved.
"Then what were you doing when Harry - your Harry died?" Draco asked sharply and meanly, "You said I was cowardly, incompetent, stubborn, and mean. Then if you were better than me, why did you just Can you be here? Why do you need to confirm that my Harry can survive? Why couldn't you protect yours from the beginning!!"
"...I never denied it."
The gray-blue eyes just turned slightly, and there was no emotion left on Felton's mask-like face. The sarcasm and indifference were put away, like makeup removed.
"If I had known he was going to die later," Felton said, "I probably still wouldn't have saved him - because that would be appropriate, obviously, and those things, the life-threatening things, are none of my business, and he would be a hero. , who cares about him."
He is terrifyingly callous, but in the last sentence, who cares, he does have Draco's past style.
Draco wanted to pat his face to confirm if he was dreaming. Oh my God, my God, Merlin, what a contradictory man he is! He used his face and memory fragments to prove his identity, but in an extreme way, it could be said that he described Draco, that is, himself as a humble villain. And he said that he wanted to ensure that Harry was alive, but...but he also said that if Even though I knew that Harry was going to die, I still wouldn't save him! And this man, he can say he hates Harry one second and loves him the next! love him! This is too weird and contradictory! How can one person hate another person and then say he loves him! How can you allow a person to survive and at the same time say that if it happened again, you would still not save him!
"——I am different from you!" Draco said, squinting, "Malfoy values his best friend, you——"
"He and I have never been friends," Felton said. "This is inappropriate."
"Then why are you standing here," Draco said, "If I were you, I wouldn't do such a thing!"
"I didn't know I would be like this when I was twelve years old," Felton said, "but now I'm standing here, talking to you?"
Being choked again, Draco's anger seemed to add fuel to the fire.
What on earth does this guy have, and what is the reason why he can justly choke him here? It's true that this guy is also Draco Malfoy, but what confidence does he have to educate himself? Yes, he is powerful, potions and magic are far beyond him, but if they change their ages now, Draco thinks he can do even better!
What does felton have to be proud of? His Harry is dead! And this man said he loved him!
fraud. Draco suddenly realized. Felton must have lied to him, this liar! Although he saw some...memory fragments, he must have buried the real memories deeper to cover up his true purpose. Yes, who would give the other party - even another self - all the truth? memory?
"Sorry, I have to interrupt your conversation," the portrait said, "Draco, have you never seen me before?"
"As you are now in his hand, and I see that Xavier has a portrait hanging around his waist," Felton said, "I don't think I have ever seen one, sir. Draco Malfoy has never been friends with Harry Potter. , I have no such honor, I have not even entered the legendary secret room to see the basilisk killed by Harry Potter."
Draco noticed that the pronunciation and weight of Felton's word 'Your Excellency' were very similar to his own. The reluctance and rejection were like a fruit sinking into the depths of melted ice cream. The light plastic fork dug deeper and deeper, unable to do anything. I fork it up and eat it, but I don’t want to eat all the ice cream before forking it up. I just want to dig through it and eat it. Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable.
Maybe this metaphor is not very appropriate, but apart from Draco, the crisis of 'Harry's death' hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles at the moment is undoubtedly the first one, but other than that, there are so many There was a breath stuck in his throat that couldn't go up or come down. Draco knew that this breath came from felton.
"You have been training him consciously, I know," Godric said gently. At this time, he did not have the usual expression and tone that made Draco's hands itch, but this made him even more uncomfortable, "Do you want to What do you want him to do? You - you can say that you have to do it all over again at any cost. What do you want to do and what do you need him to do? "
"Because of his 'love'," Draco said in the most piercing voice he had ever made. If others heard it, they might think the voice was sweet and cold, like ice cream that gives you a headache if you eat it too quickly, and then he said The words came out of his mouth without even a second's hesitation, so fast that Draco himself was surprised, "He may have been timid accidentally for a while, and lost his love, and now he is seeking some compensation in someone else's place, so he said His sinful heart was a little easier.”
Godric looked kindly at this boy who spoke harsh words but had an extremely unfair face. The shadows of countless boys he had taught flashed across his heart, and he could deal with him with ease: "I'm afraid he paid a high enough price... and Don't be so mean to yourself, we are all our own people, kid."
"You are not qualified to express any opinions on my affairs." Felton replied to Draco lightly, and then raised his eyebrows slightly at the portrait - such an action in him also had a kind of grace that made Draco feel hateful, extremely Very ornamental - replied: "I just want to know what he will be like if someone really disciplines and educates him well. You can treat this as my own experiment, and the experimental material is also myself."
"I didn't agree." Draco said loudly, "I'm not anyone's material! How dare you!"
"Since you criticized my 'love'," Felton's expression twisted slightly when he said this word, "then please tell me, if it wasn't for me, how would you come all the way here for your friends?" Here? You finished arguing with him in high spirits, and then asked me to finish it off for you after being carried away. Is this what you did?"
Draco was immediately speechless.
"That's enough." Felton said, "I already know that 'I' am not the material. You can't expect 'I' to do more things beyond the limit. I have already realized this."
This sentence gave Draco a very bad omen, and sure enough, Felton's next sentence was: "I will take you to find any suitable mutant, even if you find Xavier, it doesn't matter - you go back."
