Harry didn't always fall asleep.
There are many reasons. For example, the floor tiles in Nurmengard are not a good bed, and in this cold winter temperature, it is a kind of torture for him to sleep hard, and it is such a long time ago. For a long time, even if he tried to keep calm, he still couldn't help but dream.
——He dreamed that the light of Hawaii penetrated the wide leaves unique to that place and sprinkled on Nina’s face. The little girl was dressed like a candy, giggling and chasing the mottled and swaying shadows of the trees; he dreamed of his father laughing. He jumped into the water in one breath, splashing water all over the heads of the children sitting on the shore. Then this shapeless adult blinked his blue eyes that were more touching than the color of the sea water, and his smile was brighter than the sun. Then he took his husband, who had already been in the water, to the edge of the infinity swimming pool to look at the scenery; and there was his aunt, who was wearing a bikini and had her blond hair permed again, looking very coquettish on the beach, with sunglasses on her face. It couldn't cover up her beauty, but she was sarcastic at the flirts on the beach, and Hank next to her laughed dryly; or he dreamed that Peter and Wanda drank a large glass of special rainbow cocktails, and the two of them just drank. It’s as if they share the same brain, so there’s no need to discuss it. They suck the sweetest part at the bottom first, then stir the ice cubes halfway through to poke their favorite color, or scoop out the top part of the vanilla ice cream with a spoon... Anyway, the twins It is the ability to share the same thing harmoniously, because the steps they enjoy are almost exactly the same, and there is no dispute.
Every time Harry woke up, he always wanted to prolong these dreams a little longer. Who wouldn't want to see more of his family?
——It's all my fault. This honeymoon period should have ended perfectly. They shouldn't have such an unexpected interruption so soon.
Harry would occasionally think this way, but he knew in his heart that Charles and the others would never blame him so much. They must still be looking for him in a hurry. This gave him some comfort, but at the same time he was very confused - why since he came to school? After hogwarts, accidents started happening one after another?
Sometimes, Harry would dream about Draco - Draco was lying on the bed, his eyes wandering around in boredom, and he was obviously not in a good state of mind. But the moment Harry appeared in his room, his eyes lit up and his expression came alive. He complained to Harry in every possible way, saying that he was sick and bored to death, but Harry knew that Draco was actually quite easy to understand, using his eyes. You could see that his whole body seemed to be shining with light at that time, and he was so happy that his soul was about to jump out and come to Harry's side. However, he was reserved and insisted that Harry sit over and hold his hand to listen to his complaints. Just fine.
I don't know if Draco's illness is cured or not. Will he be frightened? Will you be sad because I disappeared?
Harry doesn't worry about other people, because he knows how strong, action-oriented and powerful they are. They may panic and worry, but they will eventually find the direction. Harry trusts them 100% because they are each other's family; but At the same time, he had to worry about Draco. Draco was already in Lucius's confinement period, but he suddenly disappeared again. He didn't know what kind of psychological shadow it would have on Draco.
This matter weighed heavily on Harry's mind. He almost felt worried when he thought about it, but at the same time he was quite scared.
Luckily it was just me, just me. Harry thought. If the time turner sends Draco back, then...
Harry didn't know what would happen, but he just felt that it was much better for him than Draco. It's not that I don't think Draco has the ability to survive, Harry said to himself, it's just that it's better that this kind of bad thing doesn't happen to Draco.
You see, Harry, you can stay in Nurmengard for so many days because you are in good health and have snacks on you, but not Draco, who is still sick and he will be alone here.
Harry wasn't sure if this thought meant he was making decisions for others again, but he thought about it in the corner for a long time, and had to admit that he felt that Draco would be very good in this environment, anyway...better than himself, This is not talking about attack power, but survival skills.
Every time he thought about this, he would touch his nose in embarrassment - it was not very kind to think of his best friend like this.
This kind of longing was like a thin stream of water - Harry would always forget it temporarily when he was reading, writing papers, and practicing spells, but he never really got rid of this longing. The person who is not in front of you is not in front of you. Even if you still have his photos and videos on your phone, or you think you can go back to see him, this separation is only temporary, and you will still miss him. His voice calling you is all in your dreams. Even if you know that this is actually your imagination, you will still feel happy.
"harry...harry...rry...harry erik xavier!...harry..."
Harry could occasionally hear Draco switching to him like this in his dreams, as if he wanted to switch back to a sleeping person. The call was urgent and annoying, and it was uncomfortable to hear, but what a persistent exchange it was. Harry could hear it, Draco was pacing, Draco was rummaging around frantically, chanting one spell after another, occasionally mixed with a crucible. There was the sound of something bubbling inside, and he didn't stop calling during all this.
Harry didn't even know why he was dreaming about this——
——Draco in this dream missed Harry as much as Harry missed him, but he was not happy or peaceful at all, as if something was chasing the thirteen-year-old boy, making him mentally uneasy.
This dream was like a warning. Harry's worries were getting heavier day by day. Every day he wanted to know how Draco was doing, but he had no way of knowing - it was like putting a penis here, but not pretending that he could. The timer displayed always made Harry want to sign up for a divination class immediately, use a crystal ball to peer into the future, or rob a time turner to figure out how to go back.
well.
Harry was lying on the only window in this room - which was actually just a narrow slit - breathing in the cold wind and looking at the dark sky that seemed to never light up.
It’s useless to think about it any more. Harry didn't know how many times he had warned himself. You need to calm down. You will still have to go out soon. That piece of parchment is related to whether you can go back and how you can go back. You have to stay calm.
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Although it was the summer before Harry came, school was about to start, but in fact, he soon ushered in Christmas in Nurmengard - of course this was not what Grindelwald told him, it was the occasional newspaper delivered and his own counting. , and when he said 'Merry Christmas' to grindelwald like 'good morning', he thought that the day had passed like this. As a result, when he finished another book, grindelwald rarely Harry took the initiative to talk to him. Note that he took the initiative. Within that hour, Harry neither asked him to put a blanket on him, nor talked to him about his thoughts after reading, like talking to the wall.
"Come here." He said coldly to Harry, his tone sounding like he was scolding.
Grindelwald has always had this attitude towards Harry: as cold as ice, with a terrible breath. He despises him like a grass that has grown in the wrong place and occupied its place. However, he did not die of thirst and did not dig it away. He also gave him the book. and paper and pen, so that he could be quiet and have something to do. After spending a short period of time with him, Harry felt that the legendary Dark Lord of the generation was actually not that scary, compared to the scary old man who lived alone in the neighborhood next door. (There are also rumors that he eats children) There is no difference - even if the old man faced Harry who insisted on helping the old man go home with his sprained legs when he was nine years old, he cursed him for being nosy, but he still opened the door and let the child in. , although I didn’t say thank you, nor did I kick him out. Before telling him to get lost, I gave little Harry a piece of chocolate. The brand was old but it tasted very sweet.
Some things can be ignored, but some bottom lines cannot be crossed. This is Harry's policy for getting along with Grindelwald. It's like he has always only cared about the other person's life, not the other person's psychology, and never said unnecessary words, such as Dumbledore No matter what, grindelwald said he was noisy, but actually didn't care if he whispered a curse or wrote rustlingly, and gave him a lot of books. Although six out of ten books exceeded the learning progress of a third grade student, there are still better than No good.
So after figuring out the other party's bottom line, Harry was no longer afraid of the Dark Lord at all. When Grindelwald called him, he obediently put down his book and walked over. The old man was half lying on the hard bed, Raising one hand, Harry squatted down consciously so that the other person could look at him levelly without any effort.
With the light of the not-so-bright candle and the rare close distance, Harry saw Grindelwald's face clearly for the first time: he was as old as any old man, with saggy skin. He wished that even the corners of his mouth were pulled down by the sagging skin, but When you first see this face, all these will be ignored. You will only notice that he has a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle and as terrifying as a snake. Those eyes should never be so lively according to Grindelwald's age. Yes, he doesn't have the turbidity that ordinary old people have.
What surprised Harry was that it was a pair of eyes with different eyes - maybe because it was such a long time ago, he had never heard of this matter.
Grindelwald has a silver-grey right eye, as if it were solidified by mercury. The color is so light and bright, like the silver light flashing on the tip of a dagger. Being stared at by it will make people's hearts beat wildly, feeling that it is extremely dangerous.
It seems like you must have had a standard villain face when you were young. Harry withstood the pressure of being stared at by his former Dark Lord, and couldn't help but secretly think to himself that this face didn't look like a good person, at least not a good person in a general sense... Compared with him, Loki was so well-groomed. At least he can look like an elite or an ordinary playboy.
Grindelwald didn't care what he was thinking, he just narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the boy's face for a long time, then suddenly held his chin and looked around.
"Do you look like anyone?" He asked lightly, "Your face."
Harry's chin was pinched, he blinked and opened his mouth with difficulty: "...Um, I heard he looks like my father, sir."
"Change it." Grindelwald ordered, staring at Harry's face as if he were staring at a sculpture. It was a look that looked at a dead object. "Don't ask unnecessary questions - immediately, immediately, let your face become In addition, the head should also change and become blond."
"Ah...oh, oh, okay, sir." Although Harry didn't know why the other party asked him to do this, he quickly mobilized the ability that he had not used for a long time.
This time the change was clearer. Grindelwald could see a layer of blue scales opening and closing on the boy's body from head to toe. Then the boy changed completely - he was taller and the lines of his facial features were deeper. Defined, with more prominent cheekbones and thinner lips. His hair turned blond and his eyes turned a bluish-grey, making him look like a cross between an Englishman and a German.
Grindelwald couldn't help but snorted. The boy did far more than what was asked of him. It was obvious that he had understood that this was for a certain need, but this kind of cleverness and wit that others couldn't figure out the reason for are now in the world. In Grindelwald's eyes, he could only be called annoyingly cunning - he would rather the boy was more stupid.
Harry didn't understand the thoughts of the previous generation of Dark Lords. He just took out his phone and looked at the reflection to see how he had become -
Hmm...the softness of his eyes and hair are like Charles's, and the color is the same as Draco's, but the appearance of his face is more like Erik and his children. They look...quite friendly? Harry adjusted his hair, looked around, and found that if he looked carefully, the twins' looks were more prominent. Oops, it looks a bit unapproachable. Should the eyes be rounder?
After Harry appraised his new appearance like a painting, he looked at Grindelwald again.
The old man looked at him and hummed several times, his attitude even worse. Harry didn't care, he had heard this cold snort many times, and it was quite friendly.
"If you make your waist smaller," Grindelwald sarcastically pointed, "it will make your waist look like you are wearing a corset - don't laugh. You want to create an image of a noble that turns to gray. Have you seen it? ?”
Harry thought for a while and shook his head honestly. To be honest, apart from Draco's father, the nobles in his impression didn't seem to have any very vivid targets. And when the wizard's robes were fastened, who could tell whose waist was thin? Fine, are you wearing... ahem, a corset?
As for Sirius, his waist was quite thin, but that was because he was so skinny when he first came out of Azkaban.
"You have a dozen pure-blood friends for nothing - then become a little thinner." Grindelwald simply ordered.
Harry obeyed and made himself a little thinner, so that you could see obvious knuckles when he stretched out his fingers.
"Who wants to come here, sir?" he couldn't help but ask after he finished his transformation.
Although he was prepared for no answer.
"You've stayed with me long enough," surprisingly, grindelwald answered him. The old man said slowly and coldly, "Now I want you to go out and annoy others."
This answer surprised Harry: "Wait, sir, I don't want to-"
"How old are you?" grindelwald interrupted and asked.
"...Thirteen years old." Harry replied softly.
"Thirteen years old, it's time to understand one thing." The old man spoke very slowly, but this time he spoke in a slightly stern tone, "Staying where you are can't solve anything."
Harry was silent.
"...You need to go to Hogwarts to help me with something." After a while, Grindelwald continued, "That's why I provided food and books to you, boy. My help needs to be repaid."
"Please just say it, sir," Harry looked at the floor silently, blinked, and then said, "I will do my best to help you."
"You will have an identity - write down all the movements you see, as long as they are related to Albus dumbledore and the rumored 'mysterious man'" Grindelwald said, "I need outside movements, write to me regularly, Other than that, you can go anywhere and do whatever you want."
Are you making excuses for me or are you making excuses for your behavior.
Harry thought for a few seconds and decided to give up thinking about the answer to this question. There was a hint of a glimpse of the old man in these words. He secretly raised his head and glanced at the old man.
"... Then can I come back here during my vacation?" He muttered in a very low voice, and then shut up immediately.
Grindelwald stared at him for a long time after hearing this, then closed his eyes, turned his head away, and gave Harry the answer he wanted.
"...As you wish."
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Before dumbledore stepped into the tower in front of him, he spent a long time thinking carefully about whether he needed to come to this place in person and whether this behavior was appropriate. But in the end, his curiosity about what the note represented and his concern for the owner of the note still led him to come to this place silently.
He walked up the road in his memory - no, in fact, there was no need to worry about getting lost here. Nurmengard used to hold many prisoners, but in fact, here, there is only one prisoner in this tower, living in the highest place, and Dumbledore unless he drank some random potion or gave himself one Forget everything, otherwise he would not have forgotten the way here.
One step, one step, another step... He came to the stairwell slowly and unhurriedly. As expected, he found that the door at the stairway had a big lock, but the few poor guards were nowhere to be seen - today is Who doesn’t want to spend Christmas in front of a warm fireplace with family? Who wants to guard a forgotten prisoner at this time?
dumbledore waved his wand, and the dark lock and door immediately opened by themselves, and then closed again with a creak when he walked in. He walked slowly towards 'that cell' at an unhurried pace. The moment he approached, he even wanted to stop for a second before entering...until he realized that things had indeed changed.
"...You can't just knock me down with a custard pudding. I am a person, not an object. Sir, knock me down -"
A boy's voice. It sounded like he hadn't officially changed his voice yet. His voice was clear and his tone was soft, but now it was irritated because the boy was questioning her.
"——It's precisely because you are like this that I have to put you down. You are too noisy."
The boy's question was answered with a sound that made Dumbledore's heart skip a beat. Old, cold, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, it was like dragging out the voice in Dumbledore's memory, rolling it twice on the nail board and then putting it back. It still looked the same, but in fact half of it was beyond recognition.
Boom. Boom boom.
Albus dumbledore found that his heart was beating like a drum at this moment.
Normal reaction. he said to himself. At the same time, he took a few steps closer and officially walked to the door of the cell.
"——Are you just going to lay me down and then have me moved away? There is no stretcher here——ah."
Just when Dumbledore stopped, the boy's somewhat annoyed voice stopped abruptly. He turned around in surprise just enough for people to see his appearance - a child with blond hair and blue-gray eyes. He took a breath of air and his eyes were Full of surprise. The child was obviously frightened after seeing Dumbledore, and immediately dropped his waving hand.
He was surprised, but I was more surprised. dumbledore admitted in her heart. It's hard to imagine that there would be such a child here, arguing with grindelwald over a pudding with spices. The atmosphere of this conversation made this place not very like Nurmengard.
The most surprising thing is that, as the note said, there is a boy here. It’s not a code word or anything, it’s literally, there’s a boy here.
"Holy, Merry Christmas, sir." Dumbledore saw the boy put his hands behind his back and greeted with a dry smile.
"Merry Christmas, kids." Dumbledore said kindly, "I hope I didn't disturb your peaceful night. Can I come in?"
The boy shrugged, turned his head back, and said to the figure standing by the window with his back to them: "Sir, the gentleman outside wants to come in."
"It's not me who has the key." The figure answered without looking back.
"But I would prefer to enter with permission," Dumbledore said, "Gellert. If you would like to see the face of an old friend."
"Friends." Dumbledore heard the boy muttering unintelligibly next to him.
"...If you want, then come in." The figure did not turn around, "If you can do me a favor, help me and take this noisy thing away. He should go to school instead of bothering me here."
Since he said this, Dumbledore naturally looked at the child - but he had already noticed some details. Compared to the cold cell in his memory, there were more wooden tables and chairs here, and a lot more books. Ink bottles and parchment were neatly stacked aside, and some Christmas meals were placed in the empty space. There were three candles lit in the place. Although the light was dim, it was brighter and warmer than before.
But Dumbledore didn't care about those extra things. He knew that there were actually only a few supporters of grindelwald left, and it was very simple and easy to send in some things. What great things were some books and food? We didn't ask for it before because there was no demand from the residents.
But now that there is an extra boy here, the residents have to have needs.
dumbledore took a few steps closer to the boy. This is a handsome boy, not too tall, with blond hair and light blue-to-gray eyes. Due to his age, he looks a little immature. Although the Germanic appearance is not so friendly, this child's eyes are surprising. , round, and very clean. With a blink of an eye, it is easy for people to think that he is smiling happily. But perhaps because of his preconceptions, it was hard for Dumbledore not to think of another blond boy, fifteen years old, as dazzling as gold, who was very different from this one.
Even if the boy did smile, his smile would never be that happy - but even that smile was something that Dumbledore only remembered.
"Child," Dumbledore asked gently, "what is your name? Why are you here?"
"It's my grand-nephew." Before the boy could answer, the old man by the window spoke slowly, "My nephew is a squib. He has such an illegitimate son, who has no surname but has magical power, and can't get Durmstrang's gift." Admission notice." He sneered, "Someone wanted his life, and he fell in, but I am impatient to raise a child."
Dumbledore saw the man slowly raise a hand - it was an old and shabby hand, even with traces of frostbite - and pointed at the boy and then at him.
"I'll leave him to you, Albus." The man said softly, "School is the right place for him to stay, not Nurmengard."
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Finally, Dumbledore took the boy named Harry's hand and took him out of the tower where he had stayed for almost a month. Their speed was not fast, but the boy still had to look back once after walking for a while. When they really walked out of there, Dumbledore let him go and let him look up in front of the tower for a long time.
The tower was so tall that no matter how fat a person was, he could be reduced to a small dot on it. The narrow gap was even more difficult to see, but Harry still looked at it for a long time. Even if he couldn't see the people inside, the people inside probably couldn't. His face is unclear.
"He promised me to come back here during the holidays," Harry finally asked Dumbledore, "Can I really come back to see him during the holidays, sir?" After saying that, as if he was afraid that this request would not be accepted, he added, "I don't It’s so reassuring...You may not know that he doesn’t take care of himself very much.”
And before I left, I didn't know that the person coming to pick me up was Dumbledore! He added mentally. If Dumbledore finds out, can he come back here?
Dumbledore looked at him in silence for a long time, making Harry sweat with cold sweat. Finally, he shook his wand and put a thick cloak on the boy to protect him from the cold wind of winter nights.
"When the holiday comes," he promised, "I will bring you back here. He will be happy, kid, don't worry." 166 Reading Network
