R□□en and Emma rushed over - as the two people who care most about Erik and Charles' affairs, this is really not surprising, because they received text messages at the same time.
"He promised me!"
"I promised him!"
These two text messages were sent to the two people's mobile phones respectively, which caused r□□en and Emma to meet at the door, and they also found Peter and Harry mumbling happily at the door. The two of them had lost their minds with joy. Did they use it for the wedding? Along the way the bouquet was talked about how many layers the cake would have.
"...Do they think the wedding will be held the next day?" r□□en said, "So happy."
"They are all children." Emma commented.
Emma and R□□en looked at each other, and two equally beautiful blond beauties each covered the heads of the two boys with one hand and carried them aside.
"As if there aren't a lot of things to do." Emma said, and then when the two boys looked at each other and giggled, she smiled herself, "But that doesn't mean we can't be happy about this. , after everything is over, everyone who is sixteen years old can go have a drink, and we can celebrate that the single era of the two of us is 'finally' over." She bit the word "finally" very hard, and then raised her chin and took a look. Door.
"I guess this isn't the time to go in." r□□en folded her arms and couldn't help but said with a smirk, even though she wanted to glare at her nephew and pull his ears to count what he had done. , "I don't want to go in and listen to some passionate love talk."
Peter understood, picked up Harry with one hand, and lifted Draco, who was squatting on the ground as if thinking about something, with the other hand, and ran away very fast.
Watching the boys turn a corner and disappear, Emma and R□□en waited for ten minutes before pretending to knock on the soft tent door: "Gentlemen, are your engagement rings ready? We can start booking the wedding venue. Yes, right?"
There was a teasing voice from Charles: "You can order the cake together, Emma!"
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Silver base. Blue diamond, he could see it at a glance. The cut surface is very clean, and the silver is very well made, but in terms of craftsmanship alone, it can only be said to be mediocre, because it is Muggle workmanship, and it cannot be considered precious in terms of workmanship.
——But what an engaged person in love never looks for is the ring, and even Draco, who was only twelve years old, could understand this. Because the person holding up the ring obviously doesn't want the praise of the ring, but the answer to the question; the person who agrees doesn't want such a ring, but hopes that the other person will raise the ring to him.
But Draco still couldn't help but want a better pair, and also remembered a pair that wasn't so good.
It was a pair of plain silver rings, with no ingenious carvings and decorations, and no sky-high-priced gemstones embedded in them. The mediocrity among mediocrity was like a suitable iron ring on the finger... It was not so much the ring that set off the ring. The slender hand with five fingers, rather than a hand, makes the ring more suitable for the inconspicuous silver light shining on one hand.
It should be more refined. He thinks it should have the texture of mithril and the craftsmanship of fairies... Secondly, it should be more sparkling. As for what gemstone to choose, tourmaline may be a good choice. Draco also knows an ore, its mineral In Germany, geological magic makes the gem blue during the day and gives it a strange green color at night. Whenever someone holds it in their hand, the wizard can see light wandering inside, which is also caused by magic. wonderful results. It is rarely produced, but it is indeed beautiful. The nobles in Germany control the production of this gem.
...No, why should he think about this.
Draco raised his hand and wanted to slap himself hard on the face, but thinking about how painful it was, he finally put the slap down gently.
What was he thinking at that time?
envious.
The word flashed through his mind like a wheel of light. Draco really thought this when he saw the proposed man throwing himself into the arms of the suitor through the crack of the window. A lot of saliva secreted from his tongue inexplicably. He swallowed, and his palms and chest began to heat up. Harry and Peter behind him were cheering. , he was staring inside in a daze, as if he could feel the joy just by looking at it.
Erik offered the ring, and Charles accepted it. From then on, the lovers could legitimately have each other... But what does this have to do with him? What is he envious about?
He was confused about this for a long time. The answer was vaguely there, but he just couldn't untie the layer of paper.
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"Are you hungry?"
When Draco came back to his senses, a burger was shoved in front of him. He raised his face and stared at the burger unconsciously. Then a bottle of Coke was placed in front of him. The tip of the finger that held it was cold. The temperature of the cola ice is just right and the lid is opened.
The hand stretched out to his forehead, and the owner of the hand asked with concern: "Draco? Draco? Are you suffering from heat stroke?"
Draco slapped the hand away and snorted: "It was as cold as winter just now. Are you telling me about heat stroke?"
Harry held the hamburger in his left hand and took a bite. His expression was very innocent in Draco's eyes: "You haven't spoken for a long time - are you scared by my father and the others? I heard that the British wizarding community does not promote...well, homosexuality ." He said this carefully, inevitably thinking of that kiss... no, it was artificial respiration, and his face felt slightly hot.
He reluctantly touched his face and decided to say that he was heated if anyone asked.
"It's not like I don't know about your father and that person, don't 'you heard'." Draco curled his lips, picked up the burger and looked at it for a while, then tore open the package and took a bite. He ate very little junk food, but At this moment, the double cheeseburger is something that everyone wants to swallow whole. Whether it is the fragrant meat patty, the greasy and refreshing pickles, or the high-calorie cheese, Draco cannot resist it. Their temptation, not to mention Coke! Even Draco thinks these two things are a perfect match!
He ate half a burger and drank half a bottle of Coke. Only then did he feel confident enough to continue talking. During the whole process, Harry finished the burger in the same manner while looking at it with a very satisfied look. It was hard to describe the feeling of eating a burger with Draco, but after thinking about it, Harry felt that it was like the fun of feeding a cat.
——Of course, this feeling should never be shared with Draco.
What Harry didn't know was that Draco also had something that he could never tell Harry.
Draco actually wanted to get rid of his depression. It was always easy to get into trouble with one's wisdom alone, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say to Harry. How should I put it, facing this idiot's bright eyes and an expression of 'I'm waiting to hear what you say', Draco felt that he didn't want to say a word of what he was thinking about just now, and couldn't say it to him.
He doesn't understand. Draco felt inexplicably discouraged.
"Harry? Have you finished eating?" Emma approached with a pile of things, "Since you are still alive and kicking - can I ask to go to Allen's place for help?" Her blue eyes glanced lightly at Draco, "Your children can follow if they want to help."
"Oh okay - you keep eating," Harry quickly wiped his mouth, held down Draco, and nodded to Emma, who hurriedly left, "You should have been more... um," he remembered what Felton had scolded him for. He, and others, mainly him, were unconsciously adopting a protective attitude towards Draco. This was a kind of arrogance that shouldn't be done. He promised to reflect on it, "We'll go after you finish eating." ." He finally chose to say this, blinking quickly and several times in a disguised manner.
Draco stared at him suspiciously for a while. After all, he didn't know Harry for only a day. 'Don't go' and 'you should rest more' were what Harry should say at this time, as if only he knew what he meant. The best thing is the answer that Draco will feel very angry now. However, considering that Harry changed his mind midway, Draco was still reluctantly satisfied with this attitude in the end, nodded reservedly, and continued to devour the burger.
"Eat slowly," Harry looked at him, stretched out his hand to knock on the bottle, warmed up the iced Coke to normal temperature, and looked at him with disapproval as he swallowed it without even chewing it. "You'll get a stomachache if you do this."
"For whom am I so tired and not even able to have a good meal?" Draco swallowed a mouthful of food and retorted confidently, "Huh? For whom?"
"I, I, I," Harry replied good-naturedly, "Eat quickly, eat quickly..."
They finally ran to help Allen one after another. While Draco was in a daze, Peter had been running around doing many things. He was so happy that he used countless things to vent his happiness. Draco and Harry could see a silver shadow whirlwind in just a few seconds. He rushed over like a scratch, and if he took a few more steps, he could see it again.
Harry continued the work he did before he was kidnapped - helping Allen bandage and prepare medicine for some injured people. He was carrying a medical kit as big as his head, and Draco followed him, watching him grinning widely as he tied gauze and applied medicine to people, and giggled a few times from time to time, which occasionally made the injured and injured patients confused. Occasionally, he would laugh with the boy, and someone who knew Harry would ask him: "Is there anything happy about you, Harry?"
Whenever this happens, Harry will smile even brighter and reply: "There is something very good to be announced soon. I can't tell you about it first. Uncle Erik will blame me for being so talkative."
Some people - let me correct you, many people laughed with understanding when they heard this answer. The love story between Charles and Eric has been going on for too many years, and it also involves weird things like Eric getting married. Everyone has been waiting for good news for a long time.
"He has long known who he should sleep with in his bed, and whose ass and lips he loves. He also knows that others are not always the most suitable one," Azazel, the red devil with blue skin and red suit, said meaningfully, He was already an uncle, but he still had his own style of being suave and full of nonsense. Harry thought that Logan must have the same spirit as him. At this moment, he took a sip of wine and grinned, showing his fangs, "What do you want me to say? , Boss, it’s time for him to decide on that person. The things in his hands and the things that belong to him must be combined into one to be perfect.”
Harry smiled gracefully, Draco's whole face twitched, and the woman next to him who was probably helping him also grinned ferociously. He pressed the alcohol cotton on the red devil's wound, which made him flick his tail in excitement: " For God's sake, please watch your words around children!"
Before the red devil let out a cry, Harry held the medical kit and took Draco to the next station with a smile.
"You smile like you won the lottery." Scott said expressionlessly when he saw him. He held his injured arm and rubbed his sprained ankle with his palms. "By the way, why are you here? I thought you wanted to stick to the professor's side."
"Oh, I don't want to be a light bulb." Harry handed the medical kit to Draco. After thinking about it, he rolled up his sleeves and disinfected him first, then covered his bleeding wound with his hand. After the wound slowly healed, he rubbed his palms. , pulled Scott's ankle, "You are doing it wrong - you can't rub it." As he spoke, there was a burst of coldness in his hands, and then he put his hands on Scott's ankle and began to perform simple Apply ice, but from time to time I will also put my hands on other wounds, or take out medicine, apply medicine to Scott when he howls, or directly chant a spell to cure it, which one depends on the situation.
Draco looked at him squatting there and applying someone's feet carefully. He felt it was so dazzling that he couldn't help but said: "It's like there's an ice pack missing here to apply it to someone else's feet - you have to do it with your own hands? You're going to screw yourself up." Like a waiter who personally cleans the house and gives massages to customers, and then directly gives them to him - so - "
"Ah, oh, wait," Scott glanced at Draco with a strange expression under the red quartz glasses calmly, and pushed Harry up, "I did forget to apply ice - but you can definitely get an ice pack. , Aren’t your hands cold?”
"You can ask Bobby if he felt cold when he put his hand into John's collar and froze the man's back." Harry shrugged, took out an ice pack from the medical kit and threw it to him, "I just I think this is more convenient and faster... What do you want to say?"
"...Logan," Scott's lips moved, and finally he said reluctantly, "Logan is in the tent, let's show him. I think he can no longer walk with his old bones."
"Logan isn't old at all," Harry said fairly.
"You are probably talking about being mentally immortal," Scott said with an intolerable expression. "The Red Devil just came to him for a drink - can you imagine, drinking! They say adults are like this, but my brother is not like that!"
"No one can compare with Alex in your heart." Harry revealed this fact with a smile, and stood up after treating the last wound on him, "Even God can't."
"That's--" Scott moved his arms and sighed, "You are becoming more and more like a magician and a priest, and you are good at healing. Huh--where is your little stick? Speaking of which, I will take you with me next time I play games. How about being a nanny? Your expertise is quite suitable."
When Harry mentioned this, he couldn't help but feel heartache - the yellow ash wood wand had been with him for two years and had always been his docile and good companion. Although he was angry for a while and just left it in hogwarts, God knows he Is there any chance to get it back.
"This...I think it's difficult..." he answered vaguely, and stood up to go into the tent. "Do you have food and water here?" He pulled out a large box of cookies from his pocket. Throwing it to Scott, the latter caught it with a whoosh, "Your pocket must be connected to another dimension. This box of cookies is as big as ten of your pockets!"
"Where did you get so much food?" Draco looked at Harry suspiciously as he took out another handful of candies, picked out a piece of toffee and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mr. Stark sent it here." Harry opened the tent door with a lemon candy in his mouth. "He said Loki," Harry said, twitching the corners of his mouth, "sneaked too many snacks and food. He didn't do anything, he was deprived of the right to enjoy food at leisure, and these were sent to us. You were in a daze at the time so you didn't know... Mr. Stark said it was all for us - speaking of which, I I’m going to look for Haierbo in a while, the place where it fell seems to be a bit far away..."
Draco didn't care about Haierbo at all, he cared about which 'loki'. He was literally choked, and he happened to still have the piece of candy in his mouth. The multiple-choice question of swallowing or spitting was placed in front of him, which made people hate that his tongue was too fast.
"Wait a minute, why didn't you tell me earlier?" He finally swallowed the candy a few times, but he still felt a little dizzy. It was like you said you robbed King Arthur's horse to go hunting. "Merlin, you stole 'that Loki's' snacks and distributed them everywhere! Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you?"
At least as far as the movie was concerned, Draco didn't think that was a generous person - not to mention that he had just casually made Harry unable to speak with his writing board not long ago.
"I didn't grab this." Harry spread his hands, "I don't know where he is, and there's nothing I can do to send him back - it's just a snack, you're too nervous, Draco."
He thought for a while and smiled calmly. At this moment, he felt that his mentality was much calmer.
"I'm not afraid of him."
With that he walked into the tent. Draco originally wanted to follow in, but the pungent smell of blood, the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of medicine drove him out, and he had no choice but to stand outside in boredom, next to Scott who was sitting outside. , the two of them listened to Logan grinning and telling Harry to be gentler.
"It won't work if you go gentler. Think about Rogue, you will also get scolded," Draco heard Harry say from inside, "It's probably a fracture here..." He said regretfully, "This needs to be combined with potions, and I can't cure it at the moment. ...Hey, is this a dislocated wrist? This can be cured."
After a terrifying clicking sound, even Draco could hear a sharp intake of breath inside.
"Is it my misunderstanding? Did he use more force to treat the injury the more serious the injury?" Scott smacked his lips and said with a little fear, "Last time Peter fell from the sky and he caught him and gave him medicine. I screamed terribly when I corrected the bone position."
"There is no such thing." Although he was not familiar with Scott, Draco remembered Harry's hand gently covering his wound and decisively attacked such wrong remarks, "That is an illusion."
Or maybe he was just being gentle with me. he thought with satisfaction.
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This is the corner of a ruined temple.
The owner of the temple has fallen, and the believers' resistance is useless. Many Avengers employees have taken over them, and the local land will be restored to its original state as soon as possible... But at this moment, it is still a remote and difficult place to move, because it is originally Only half of the temple remained, which collapsed just now.
When Snape wordlessly pulled the man up from the gap between the bricks, he, Sirius and Lucius, the three wizards who were also children, all pointed their wands at the man. The man seemed unable to resist, so he could only let Snape drag him out without any movement of struggle.
"Hey," Sirius sneered, "Hello, Professor Felton - is there anything else you want to say?"
This man was both strange and a disaster to them. At least Lucius couldn't tolerate him taking away his son and bringing him to a place like this - along the way he saw many things beyond his imagination. It's not that the news that comes from time to time can make his heart stop. His only son who was brought here is only twelve years old. It's hard to say whether such a young child can survive here.
For a father, this is no more distressing than having his child kidnapped and demanding gold galleons. In other words, it is much worse than kidnapping. Lucius even cursed the chosen boy who survived in his heart. If Draco hadn't been on good terms with him, he wouldn't have been involved in this incident. At least Draco could have saved his life in that case.
However, at the same time, he regretted that he did not stop Fudge when he made the decision, but had the mentality of 'take a look at the situation'... In the end, things turned out to be much bigger than he imagined. This was not what he had started with. Never imagined.
There is no news in the world that cannot be revealed, and Sirius has already punched his brother-in-law several times because of this. Although this matter has nothing to do with the Malfoy family, powerful people are always good at expressing anger, and Lucius himself is the same.
Maybe Felton is from the mutant side after all, and he took Draco away for revenge. Lucius had imagined this when he was anxious.
"Ahem..."
Felton raised his head from the ground, the hood of his cloak still covering his head. Snape waved his wand coldly, but the hood did not move at all - Felton's fingers held it tightly, and the three wizards could still only see it. His chin.
"Severus," Lucius looked at the man, his hateful gaze almost burning a hole in his robe, and he squeezed out one word: "Veritaserum."
Snape immediately took out a bottle the size of a fingernail from his cuff. Sirius stretched out his hand to catch Felton's chin and opened his mouth. Snape neatly dropped three drops of the white water-like potion in the bottle. Although Felton was holding on tightly, He kept his hood up but didn't grit his teeth, and the Veritaserum slid smoothly into his belly.
"——The first question: Does everything here have anything to do with you?"
Snape showed a ferocious smile, and after finishing the Veritaserum, he asked hurriedly.
"Of course," Felton said, "I designed the circle, I drew it, and I personally sent Apocalypse to hell - if the Muggle God is willing to see him, heaven is also possible."
The words sounded more like random nonsense than truth, so Snape looked at the man suspiciously for a long time.
"So many people couldn't kill him," he said slowly, "how did you kill him?"
Dumbledore once sent him here to lurk and inquire for a while. No one knows better than him how difficult a mutant Apocalypse is. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god because he has god-like powers.
felton was extremely calm: "Because he deserves it - it's not me who dragged him to hell, but the tens of thousands of people he killed. If they want to take away the culprit who killed them, who can keep him?"
"That won't convince anyone," Snape said.
"It's also because this is here," Felton said, "He was too arrogant. He was assassinated here tens of thousands of years ago. Most of the people who died because of him became ghosts wandering here - look, he deserved to die."
The three men looked at each other. None of them were naive young Muggles. They knew that this situation was actually reasonable. There were even many "haunted houses" in Europe, and many Muggles died because of this. In the hands of ghosts, many legends have been created.
"Second question - what are your intentions towards Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter?"
Snape asked.
This time, the person being questioned was just silent and did not make a sound, which made the three people feel troublesome - of course there was no target for which Veritaserum failed, but assuming professional training, just keeping silent was enough to deal with Veritaserum. This proves that all this was premeditated, at least this man's behavior was premeditated.
So why did this man approach the two children?
"I'm not stingy with a Legilimency, or a little Veritaserum," Lucius took a few steps forward and whispered extremely fiercely, pressing the snake staff against Felton's chin, "But will that turn you into a It's hard to tell if you're a fool or a lunatic - you wouldn't want to try that feeling, I thought you could at least judge the situation, Felton."
A sneer came from under the hood.
"Are you going to treat me like you treat the Longbottoms? Then you are nothing outstanding compared to your colleague Bellatrix."
It was a provocative and lazy tone, which was enough to make Lucius's forehead show faint veins and his knuckles turned white. He threw a curse silently, and the smell of blood faintly emanated from Felton's cloak. It spreads out from underneath.
"It's not a persuasion, just a casual suggestion," the man who was bound and pointed by three wands said lazily, not affected by the veritaserum and curse at all, "Switch sides as soon as possible and attack the Malfoy family." It’s not bad, it’s still too late to start clearing things up and do something – just looking at things is never sincerity, do you think Dumbledore will protect such a family?”
This strange speech made Lucius's palms sweaty and his whole body stiff. Although the man in front of him described himself as embarrassed, he still had a sense of crisis that all his thoughts were being spied on. This was not to say that he felt any extraordinary malice, but these. The words easily touched upon his hidden worries that he had been most worried about before.
Sirius and Snape both had 'this freak' expressions on their faces at the same time - who would say that in this situation? Unless he wants extraordinary torture and torture.
"Oh, and you," Felton raised his head and pointed his exposed chin towards Sirius, "Why don't you work harder? It's much better to earn Galleons than to fight for a lunatic, right? There must be a poter. Magic Guardian.”
"This is none of your business!" Sirius snorted in response to the incomprehensible suggestion.
"As for you, Professor..." Felton finally turned his head to Snape, who crossed his arms and wanted to hear what kind of arrogant words he would spout at this man, but in the end Felton just smiled at him. , the voice was very long.
His hood fell down at this moment, and his face forced everyone else present to take a step back. Shock appeared on everyone's face. But when Felton pulled up his hood again, it only briefly covered his eyes, but the black lines covering the corners of his eyes and most of his face were clearly visible, and the word "black magic" seemed to be so obvious as it hit his face.
"Your life is over, Professor." His face flushed like a drunk person, a few physiological tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and he punched the air with his left hand, "Same as me, better than me Worse, good luck to you.”
After saying that, he was surrounded by the tips of three wands, quickly turned into a black smoke, and flew away quickly in the other direction.
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"come over."
Draco was sleeping outside the tent when he suddenly heard such a sound and was frightened all over. He looked left and right, but none of the logistics staff who were coming and going looked at him. Scott, who was originally guarding outside, also went in, but Felton's voice just now was really ringing in his ears, as if he was haunted... Bah Bah, no, Felton is definitely not dead yet.
He turned around and suddenly spotted the dark shadow behind him. He was so frightened that the mint candy he had just stuffed into his mouth got stuck in his throat.
"...Merlin, where were you just now?" he asked in disbelief.
"You did something that you may never be able to do in your life." Felton stood three meters away from him. The logistics staff who passed by seemed to be blind, and no one noticed such a suspicious shadow standing in the corner. "But that's not the point."
"What's the point?" Draco asked nervously.
"I gotta go."
After felton said this, Draco was shocked and noticed that there was something in his pocket. It was heavy. He instinctively stared and put his hand into his pocket. What he touched was a large bunch of keys, some big and some small. , and a Gringotts-specific key.
"What do you mean," Draco said numbly, "You are going to die, so you left me an inheritance?"
"It's okay if you understand it this way, but I'm just going to stay somewhere far away, not to die," Felton said. "Whoever wants to own the Gringotts vault and the things in my office must own them." Once you take this bunch of keys, you don’t need to tell me what you use. Anyway, what’s mine is yours.”
He was so generous that Draco thought he was dreaming and slapped his face lightly.
"I must be dreaming," he murmured.
So Felton is about to leave his own life, his own life? So simple? What just happened? What did felton do and he's leaving?
"You...you haven't even met Harry."
Draco didn't know why he said such a sentence after hesitating for a long time.
"Because I'm not here for him." Felton turned around and walked closer, and Draco subconsciously took a step forward, "Potter has always been an exception, but I never wanted to make that exception because of him, and I also He’s not allowed to be the exception that everyone admires, and he’s just like that—get it? I was never here for him.”
Before Draco could realize which potter he was referring to, he felt someone caressing him on the top of his head: gently, just like when his father treated him who was less than five years old when he was a child. He said he wanted his father to wish him good night. Kiss him, and his father will give him a good night kiss. When he says he wants his father's praise, his father will praise him and then rub his little head with his palm.
Very comfortable and very happy.
He covered his forehead, stunned by this.
"I'm here for you," the man refused to take off his hood, but Draco could see his smile, "My goal is what you can do to become better, and you... really choose to change for whom. Got better."
I'm not. I don't. Draco wanted to say this.
"My goal has been exceeded. You did a good job." Felton said, "Better than me, better than I thought. However, this is not what I asked you to achieve - this is entirely your own choice. You are who I am, and you prove that given the right opportunity, I can be a useful person."
"I didn't—" Draco's habitual retort ended abruptly. Because he couldn't refute, Felton disappeared in the second half of the whole process because Draco ran after Harry first. This was entirely out of his own will. Apart from the portkey and the bottle of unicorn blood, Felton had no connection at all. Not a finger was involved.
He even swore that he would be a different person from Felton, that he would not be such a cold-blooded person, and that he would save Harry... and he did it! All done!
At this time, Draco suddenly realized that he had indeed changed too many things unknowingly compared to his previous self. These were all changes forced out of desperation, but Draco knew that it would be difficult to change some things after they changed. Changed back.
At this time, a question emerged again and again—what kind of person is Felton?
Draco was at a loss.
"Do you remember? It was you who chased him out without permission, you were the one who wanted to protect him, and you were the one who drew the sword," Felton said. "These are all your thoughts and your actions. You exceeded my expectations." So much room... I'm so proud of you, Draco."
Draco? He calls me Draco.
Suddenly, a place in Draco's heart was pinched hard. The force was excessive and not gentle, but it was enough to startle the whole person. Felton had never called him that, not to mention it was so gentle and full of praise. All of this was something he had never dreamed of before. Draco felt that it was a bit fanciful, but after a few quick breaths, he could clearly understand Realize that you are not dreaming.
"I have to leave," Felton said finally, "or I will make my father and godfather angry to death first."
It took Draco a long time to realize who he was talking about, but he didn't have any deep understanding. This feels very strange, Draco knows that he is himself, grown up, and future self, but he absolutely cannot see himself as Felton, nor can he see Felton as Draco Malfoy.
But he subconsciously wants to rely on this person - he knows all his thoughts, knows himself best, and knows the future, right?
But now this man is about to leave, and his words are extremely calm. Those who don't know better think that these are the words that Dumbledore would say. The senior Slytherin never speaks like this.
"You, you, you..." Draco said incoherently, shouting at Felton when he was about to turn into a black mist again, "What do you think of - what do you think of Harry?"
Is this the only question you want to ask? ! As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Draco wanted to punch himself.
"..." As if he didn't expect Draco to ask such a question, Felton paused. He thought about it carefully and suddenly burst into laughter.
"He is the reason why I came here, but not the main reason," Felton said. "But I know that I have always been unwilling to do something, and it has something to do with him. He has always been my nemesis, even after he died. It has ruined my habits and my life. I suspect this is all bad luck left over from my previous life, or else I have been cursed."
"What's the unwillingness to do?" Draco asked.
"It's a very, very small thing." Felton suddenly sneered, not sure whether he was laughing at himself or others, "No, thinking about it now, maybe I did it all over again just because I was unwilling to do it - It was obviously me who came first." He said the last words softly, with a little reluctance mixed in, but there was no trace of hatred, only a lot of melancholy.
"……ah?"
"If you still want to be happy, don't lose to Weasley," Felton actually warned seriously, "You can't lose to anyone. Don't let them get too close. I warned you."
"…………ha?"
Before Draco could show his third confused expression, Felton completely turned into a black mist and dissipated in the air, making it impossible to find his direction. But Felton didn't leave much time for Draco to be in a daze, because he was quickly grabbed by the wrist.
"draco!"
When Draco looked at the person who dared to drag him in a trance, what he saw was Lucius's gloomy face, he shuddered hard, and there was only one thought left in his mind.
--I am doomed.
"...Father, father..."
