Snape took almost everything Felton had prepared from his godson's pockets.
It seemed that he was not going to let go of any of them and was going to check them carefully. He took out those things one by one and scattered them on the ground. If Harry hadn't quickly completed the handover of Godric's portrait with Draco behind his back, I'm afraid this would have been exposed to Snape's hawk-like gaze. Among the things that were thrown on the ground and examined one by one, there was one thing that made Draco very puzzled. ——That little wine flask with a lily decoration on the spout, Draco didn't even know when it got into his pocket.
But that's not all they were surprised about.
Snape was very cautious. When he picked up the small wine bottle, he shook it first. When he confirmed that the liquid inside was liquid, he glanced at Draco: "Have any of you...did any of you drink the contents?"
"It's wine," Harry said, "I don't know what kind it is. It's a bit like cider, a bit sour and sweet."
"No, the stuff in this is so painful," Draco said with a twitching corner of his mouth, "I don't think it's something people can swallow."
The two boys looked at each other to confirm that the other was not lying, and Harry said hesitantly: "Um... maybe we didn't drink from the same drink?"
Snape's expression became more and more terrifying, while Sirius was furious:
"How can you accept things that others give you so easily? Were you not taught when you were young that 'in the magical world, putting things in your mouth is equivalent to committing suicide'? Even in the Muggle world, didn't Charles say 'No? Do you eat food given by strangers?"
"But Professor Felton is from our side," Harry said, lowering his head, "We have no reason to refuse."
Snape snorted coldly at this sentence. He opened the lid of the wine bottle, put it under his nose and gently shook his wrist. The potion master's sense of smell and cognition identified the ingredients inside. He frowned slowly, his eyes swept over Draco and placed them on Harry. Then he reached out to lift the wine bottle in the air and ordered: "Decompose its shell."
"...Huh?" Harry didn't expect Snape to be talking to him, so he didn't react for a moment.
Snape squeezed out two sentences through his teeth: "I assume that you... have learned your family's magic, such as manipulating metal. Melt the silver on its outer layer, otherwise it will decompose and don't let the liquid inside fall out."
"Huh? Oh! Oh!" Harry took half a second to understand that this sentence was a command, nodded quickly, stretched out a hand, and put his fingers on the spout. Then he turned his fingers as if peeling a fruit with a knife, and the silver part of the silver flagon began to disintegrate from the top, turning into a long thin strip of silver that fell into Harry's other hand, and then exposed It's a laminated glass interior.
This hip flask was actually double-layered. No wonder the two boys drank different things. From Harry's perspective, the liquids placed on the two layers looked very similar. They were both clear golden liquids.
Snape once again put the pot to his nose and smelled it, then shook it against the sunlight, carefully observing their flowing texture, and finally showed a very complicated expression on his face.
"You're not the so-called expert on potions," Sirius endured very hard, looking like he wanted to shake an answer out of Snape's mouth, "It's been so long and you still don't know what this is? Snape?"
"Shut up, Black," Snape said. "The innermost layer and the outermost layer are both valuable and good things that have no market value. They will not poison either of them. There is no need for you to open your mouth urgently."
"Then why do you look like the potion has been spilled?" Sirius couldn't understand him. "Why can't you just speak like a human being! What is a good thing that has a price but no market?"
"That's because I can't imagine someone making something like this taste like cider and medicine at the same time. It makes no sense and is completely cruel." Snape's expression was really complicated, Harry had never seen it before. Snape once had such a complicated look. It was like seeing someone using a collectible game board as a plate, using limited-edition figurines as firewood, and finally roasting discounted meat from the supermarket over a fire with firewood and putting it on the plate. "It's still useful." In two..." He glanced condescendingly at the two boys, "on the children who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but have empty heads."
Then he threw the flask out, and Harry quickly reached out to catch it, but he still couldn't understand what Snape meant - what on earth was this thing?
"Hurrah, fools," Snape sneered, "This is the elixir - as long as you drink it, even the stupidest student in Gryffindor can fool the final exam questions."
He was keenly aware of the difference in the expressions reflected by the two boys at this moment.
Harry's face simply said, 'You're giving us such a precious thing? ', obviously the previous series of things made him feel that this was not too surprising, and Draco showed a rather complicated expression. Snape could say that he had watched him grow up, and naturally knew that this was by no means a simple surprise or a reaction.
He sneered, but didn't press immediately - he had plenty of time to figure out the inside story with Draco.
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Draco dragged Harry, both of them listlessly. When they returned to the largest tent, they walked around the place for a long time but could not find their father. It was something else that prevented him from finding his father first - many people put boxes after boxes of food. The things were moved in and lined up at the door. Emma and others were counting them one by one, and some people in black suits who were obviously not mutants were negotiating with her.
"Who is this?" He pulled the very disappointed Harry upright and patted his face, "Come on, my uncle didn't mean to scold you, why do you look like he spanked you and kicked you out? Got the family tree? You’re not on the black family’s family tree!”
Harry sighed, his troubled expression becoming more obvious.
"I was thinking, I'm afraid I've made Sirius sad. Normally he would come with us at this time." Harry said, "I don't want to do this, I mean, hurt his heart." He looked at it in passing He glanced at the person who was negotiating with Emma, with a strange expression on his face, "This is not Uncle Erik's person... I seem to have seen him somewhere."
"where?"
"I don't remember." Harry shook his head, touched his chin, blinked and tried to remember, "...not a mutant anyway. Speaking of which," he said, "do you know where Professor Felton went? We should talk to him thank."
This was exactly the question Draco didn't want to hear at the moment.
Fortunately, at this time, the empty tent door was opened, and Eric was the first to walk in. Charles rarely fell behind him, and beside him was Draco's desperately looking for father, Lucius Malfoy.
"Dad!" Harry's attention was immediately attracted.
"Father!" Draco's eyes lit up, and then he remembered that Lucius was originally here to take him back. He couldn't help but swallowed and shrank towards Harry.
But Lucius just looked at his son, said nothing, and didn't take a few steps forward to pull him.
"Oh - Harry!" Charles was talking to Lucius. After seeing his son, he opened his arms and hugged Harry. At the same time, he quickly noticed that Harry was not very happy and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? What happened? What happened? Why are you all so troubled, dear?"
"We just met our uncle and godfather." Harry pursed his lips, Draco said one step ahead of him, and Lucius whispered to stop him: "Draco! Etiquette!"
"Don't be like this, Lucius, I told you, Draco doesn't need to be so polite to us," Charles smiled heartily and patted Draco on the shoulder, "It makes sense, after all, none of you contacted them, so they are angry with you. Are you angry? Where is your godfather? Where is he now? "
Draco glanced at his father from the corner of his eye and moved his mouth. This time Harry answered first: "They said they have something else to do and will come back to us later."
In fact, Sirius's statement was 'We'll talk about it when the matter is over', and Snape's threat was 'Go find your father, if I find out that you run around desperately...', the meaning behind the ellipsis It's very clear. At the same time, Draco also remembered a very terrible thing - Felton left neatly and handed in a resignation letter before leaving. I am afraid that the Potions class at Hogwarts will return to the hands of his godfather from now on, and all students will be affected. It was a nightmare coming back to him, and even though Draco had always been Snape's favorite in class, Merlin knew that Draco had received stricter teachings than others since he was a child. If it weren't for stepping on Gryffindor, Snape would not bother to praise his godson.
The flask that was found to be the elixir was now in Draco's pocket. Every time he ran, he could feel the weight of the flask shaking in his pocket. Apart from that, everything was Snape took away everything from the medicine to the pumpkin pie for supplies, including the fake time turner that couldn't rotate. Snape really didn't let go of any of them - except for letting Draco keep his wand and the small pot. Except for the elixir.
Is this small pot of blessed elixir a premeditated plan? Is it foreshadowing? Just in case?
Draco couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"Speaking of which, are Nina and the others at school?" Charles thought of this incident, and Erik finally seemed to recall that his little daughter was left behind by her brothers and sisters, and looked over, "But I heard that the school was attacked? "
"Scott and the others and I dumped the rest of the people at Potter Manor, Dad." Harry was always a little embarrassed when talking about this. "It's the home of my parents, no, my grandparents. Peter found the key. The portraits there can take care of them...well, I can't explain it at the moment, but it is said to be quite safe." After that, he nervously added, "It's only temporary, we can pick them up at any time."
"You are so reliable, my dear." Charles didn't mind at all that it was the real estate where his son suddenly appeared, and kissed his forehead. "When the time comes, you have to introduce the portraits there to me."
Lucius's face inevitably showed a complicated expression - of course the Ministry of Magic got the news of the reopening of Potter Manor, but that was only to the extent that the names on the roster lit up again. If the owner of the manor did not give the specific address, Even if the report is filed, the Ministry of Magic will not be informed. There are also a series of industries related to this... After this incident, these matters need to be resolved by the Ministry of Magic and the young head of the Potter family. The key is that the Ministry of Magic has already poured dirty water on this savior. The boy and his family did not hesitate to throw the face of the Ministry of Magic to the ground, but the Ministry of Magic still had no way to deal with him. There were a group of guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Lucius knew this better than many people. , and even thought about how to gain some benefits from the conflict between the two parties.
Now, the Ministry of Magic is probably faced with two choices - first, be tough and maintain the face of the British Ministry of Magic to the end, expelling Harry Potter or even expelling him from the UK, but of course they cannot try or sentence him for those things. , because this boy has not been a British citizen for a long time; secondly, try every means to maintain the relationship, cede generous benefits when necessary, and promise feasible privileges. In short, try your best to satisfy the boy and the forces behind him, and This matter was covered up under various excuses, and media reports were used to make people believe that it was a misunderstanding. This was also used to preserve the Ministry of Magic and maintain the intricate relationships involved. The US Congress was very dissatisfied. Documents were issued several times requesting the British Ministry of Magic to properly treat 'the American boy'.
It's hard to say which path the frustrated and cowardly Fudge will choose, and it has to be said that the Malfoy family seems to have only one side left to take.
On the other side, Harry and Charles were talking softly, and Draco was patted by Charles and pushed gently towards Lucius.
"Your father is worried," Charles said kindly. "Every parent will always catch their children and spank them a few times at this moment, but this does not mean that they will really restrict your freedom from now on - as long as you let He realizes you've grown up. I've talked to him, your father is a respectable father who just cares too much about your safety...go talk to him, Draco."
After that, he asked Harry: "Do you want to go back to class right away? If you want, you and Draco can go back to class in a few days. You can open the channel and there is no need to fly, right?"
"No, he has to recuperate, and the wedding will be after that," Erik interrupted Charles and said firmly, "Charles, he is still a child. He needs to spend more time with his family at this time." After that, he said gently, "You spend more time with him - he's freaking out because of you."
Harry rarely heard him mention such tender words, so he couldn't help but tremble, but he was also a little touched.
Draco walked slowly towards his father. The two malfoys, who were also dressed in a slightly disheveled manner, both looked towards the ground. The father and son were equally silent.
After a long time, Lucius spoke, but his words shocked Draco's jaw.
"Write a letter to your mother first, telling her that you are safe at school." Lucius said firmly, "If you insist - and you think this is necessary - you want to wait to go back to school with your friends, then you must Remember you are still a student and you have your duties and responsibilities."
But the implication is that he will not force Draco to go home and go back to school now.
Draco had to start to doubt one thing - had Harry's father brainwashed his father? What a tough man his father is! Is it possible to change his opinion in such a short period of time through verbal conversation? !
This doesn't - this doesn't make sense.
"Tell me you will make yourself safe." Lucius said coldly, words that were literally very tender. Despite this, Draco still understood that there was a sense of forcible suppression in this. His father didn't look relieved at all, and his face was not rosy, but rather pale. However, Draco also knew that Charles was not the type to force others to lower their heads. People, because Harry is not that kind of person - except for occasionally beating him, Harry will not force others to do something they don't want to do just because of one thing.
"...I will, father." Draco agreed in a daze, "I will definitely, definitely let myself go back safely, and I will also write to my mother soon."
"Your godfather may always be here to maintain necessary contact. He is a more experienced person than me, and I will not allow you to disobey his advice without reason."
Lucius' words still had the flavor of a command, but after saying this, he said, "Draco." He seemed to have something to say, and after a few seconds of silence, he called again, "Draco."
He seemed much calmer, and it was like he had never slapped Draco on the face before.
"...Yes, father?"
Draco asked in the same low voice.
"..." Lucius wriggled his lips, "You have to take this path no matter what, right? A path that no British wizard would choose now?"
"…………"
This is not the first time Draco has faced this problem. Although the wording is different, the meaning is the same.
"It's not about walking or not, father," Draco knew that this was too pretentious to say, but at this moment he really felt disgusted with his father's tone, maybe because what he did was not consistent with what his father thought. Hao didn't want to confront Hao, "I'm just...saving my friend."
It has nothing to do with the size of the power, which side to choose, nothing to do with world security, nothing to do with whether things are right or not... In the end, what does any of this have to do with him? His only purpose is to save people.
He just wanted to save an overestimating fool who was his friend.
...But, but! This mentality seems to be a little higher than that of friends. Draco suddenly realized this in his heart, but he pursed his lips, lowered his head, and did not say it out loud. His intuition told him that if he told him, Lucius's resistance to Harry would be even more serious. What Felton revealed to him had taught him a lesson - Lucius always wanted to control everything. Even if reality has been trying to teach him a lesson; if he can't control it, Lucius will not become more talkative. He will only stay away from these things that he cannot control, and he also tries to get Draco to stay away together.
But Draco felt that he couldn't do it anymore: If he really had to choose a team, sorry, he was already standing on Harry's side closest to the center, and he had even started to pay. How about switching sides and standing in the middle? No, that's not cost-effective at all, and he doesn't want to do it!
He has given the most precious thing to this side - trust, and the little courage he has that begins to overflow from friendship.
Could there be a second person who could make him pay like this? there is none left.
Draco can be sure of this.
Lucius let out a heavy breath. He took out a ring from his pocket and handed it to Draco.
"This is the key to the manor," he looked extremely tired, "you know how to activate it." After saying that, he actually turned around and walked out, and Draco chased him outside: "Father!"
"Draco," Lucius stopped and said the last word to him. He looked at Draco and saw the confusion on his son's face. He didn't know what he meant. The past decades ago were heavy on his heart, but He couldn't tell this son, because Lucius knew that Draco had embarked on a new path, and the lessons learned from the old path would not be beneficial to him. "You have to distinguish clearly," he held Draco's shoulders and said word by word, "What do you want? What kind of position do you want? How far can you go for your friendship? What kind of person do you want to be? You have your last name and your family, but you also have your own will. Your friend’s Father is right, when you made the decision to come here alone, I should have realized that you are no longer just a twelve-year-old child."
After saying that, he disappeared from the spot with a snap.
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Narcissa has been in a state of lethargy and laziness since she entered the fourth month of pregnancy. Maybe it was because of her age, maybe because she had been frightened before, because she had never been so tired when she was pregnant with her little dragon, and now the child in her belly sucked up her baby as easily as if it were drinking water. part of the energy.
Fortunately, she can be said to be the most noble lady in the entire British wizarding world. Even the wife of the Minister of Magic cannot have such a wealthy life and luxurious pregnancy care. What Narcissa has to do now is to give birth to the child properly. , whether it is a boy or a girl, for the Malfoy family, which is almost passed down from generation to generation, they are extra children given to them by Merlin, and it is an extra gift for her.
The room exuded the fragrance of fresh lilies, and the house elves quietly served the hostess with hot tea, fruits and snacks. Even the phonograph crystal ball contained the hostess's favorite opera, which was soft and elegant. Like a beautiful man who can sing poetry whispering in the ear of his lover, it makes people feel relaxed and drowsy.
This is how narcissa spent her afternoon tea time on a sofa. The cushions behind her and the sofa under her were very soft. When she wanted to sleep for a while, she could naturally sleep on the thin blanket on her body. Even if Lucius came, he could not wake her up unless it was Her cousin, who had become even more eccentric after being released from prison, stormed out of the fireplace - that's what Sirius did.
But today was different - it was her husband who woke her up.
"Lucius?"
When she woke up from a dream, she saw her husband standing behind the sofa, with long platinum blond hair carrying moisture from the bath, and a pair of gray-blue eyes falling on her with a strange look. It was as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, without any energy. She was familiar with this look, which meant that Lucius was thinking about something.
"You came back very early today," Narcissa said softly, using her wand to direct a cup of tea at just the right temperature to her husband's mouth. "Your lips are very dry, why don't you drink some tea? Are you here today?" Is there any trouble at the Ministry of Magic?"
The problem is our son. Lucius sighed in his heart.
"It's nothing, cissy." He reached out to hold up a piece of his wife's fallen blond hair, kissed her cheek, and then asked about her body, "Are you still feeling tired today?"
Nothing really.
Compared with what Charles Xavier led him to see, compared with what he saw when he was running on the battlefield looking for his son, what were his troubles? He looked forward and backward, easily getting angry or panicking because a little scheme was ruined, just like he was still a young man, tossing and turning and staying up all night just because of a compliment or an accusation from 'that person'.
His courage had long been worn away, but he had forgotten one thing - his only son had not been educated by the nobility to wear away those things.
"You should be proud of him," said the man with wise blue eyes, who looked young and handsome but reminded him of Dumbledore, and showed him the devastation and many people who he considered extremely dangerous, " When this land was destroyed, his courage and will, his wisdom and decisiveness were no less than any warrior. He came here from the other side of the temple with my daughter, just to save one person's life, and This dangerous and dangerous process, even when I was young, I couldn't say that I could do it better than he did."
Saving lives is never wrong. The man said to him.
And Lucius hasn't thought so for many years. He even felt ashamed when the man said this, because his twelve-year-old son could be more of a good person worthy of respect than him, even if he would never be a good person at all.
"Respect him," the man suggested to him. "The world is big, Mr. Malfoy. He can choose his own path - he is already a person who can make decisions for himself. Maybe this is very transcendent, but I still want to say, whether you support or oppose it, please at least...respect his will and decision, which must be very important to him."
At least one thing Lucius thought he was right - the world is very big. At least Lucius immediately discovered that in front of the world, his petty thoughts would only make him a complete loser. Those people would always be small and unable to see. Lucius would not allow himself to become such a person, nor would he allow the Malfoy family to become such a failed family.
Muggles, heretics, aliens. Mechanical armor, mutants, Nordic gods.
I need to think about it. Lucius made a solemn decision in his heart while talking gently to his wife.
I'm not going to agree and disagree right now...but I need to think about it.
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Draco followed Harry nonchalantly, and when Harry stopped and directed a few boxes to move lightly for others, Draco bumped into his back.
Draco seemed to be thinking about something. Harry knew it all but didn't take the initiative to ask. His senses were extremely developed at the moment, but Harry controlled his telepathy ability more strictly than usual. He didn't want to accidentally learn all of Draco's thoughts and secrets. This would not only disrespect his best friend, but also It's possible to get yourself into trouble.
It's weird, when Draco and I were arguing about whether he should go back to the castle or not, I swore I wanted to use my powers more than once to see what he was thinking! Harry thought.
But when they were even protecting each other's lives, he never wanted to do such a thing. He vaguely felt that Draco would be very angry if he did this, and Harry didn't want things to develop like this.
Their relationship was so good that they could risk each other's lives. Harry didn't want to let the relationship go bad just because of a little self-control, so he was cautious, even if there was only a thin line between his mental end and the other party.
I want to have such a good relationship with Draco forever, Harry thought, even if they are only twelve years old, their lives will never end.
The thought of this made him happy.
Just as he was thinking this, he turned around to remind Draco, who had stopped moving after bumping into his back, to watch the road when he walked, when he heard someone beside him exclaim:
"careful!"
The two boys looked up together, and a huge shadow fell from a high place and was hitting this side.
One of the two boys raised his wand and the other raised his hand, but before they could do anything, the huge falling object was resisted by a pair of strong arms, without touching a single hair of the two boys. The owner of both arms also asked them: "Hey, are you okay?"
Before Draco could speak, he felt a heavy weight on his body.
"Hold me a little bit," Draco turned his head and saw Harry saying with a dreamy look on his face. He looked at the standard face of the man in front of him, which looked like a textbook photo, the standard blue uniform, and the man behind him. A standard shield, I felt dizzy, "I feel like I'm dreaming."
"Be careful next time - but I can assure you this was not a dream."
The man turned around and moved the dozen containers that had collapsed from the truck back like a bag of light air. He had a hearty smile, an upright posture, and was more handsome than any of the wax figures in the memorial hall... In short, Harry The eyes are stuck and cannot be removed.
"I have no regrets in this life!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm, looked at his idol with bright eyes, and whispered to himself excitedly.
"..."
Draco looked at Harry, who looked at Captain America with an expression that looked like an ignorant little witch seeing Lockheart, and his mood suddenly dropped from "not very wonderful" to "very bad".
