Sometimes it is easy to decide something, but it is difficult to prepare, especially if you decide to do something extremely risky and there may be no return.
"I don't allow it!!"
When Lucius Malfoy formally informed him of the incident, his wife's brother immediately let out a roar that was enough to shake the whole house. The respectable head of the family was now blue in the face, with veins popping up on his forehead, panting constantly, and almost killing his in-law, Sirius Black, with his eyes.
"I won't allow it," Lucius was almost so angry that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't figure out how things could become like this, so he could only keep raising his voice and roaring in protest, "I won't allow him to do such a thing. ! A Malfoy, doing something like this that would endanger his own life! He is only thirteen years old, and time travel is a field that many wizards cannot touch at the age of thirty! He may not be able to come back, and he may even die!"
He glared at Sirius fiercely, and out of anger, he almost immediately stretched out the snake wand in his hand, but his brother-in-law was not easy to talk to and moved much faster than him. The tip of the wand pointed at his wrist, close to Very close at hand.
"What, competing to see who can cast the fastest and most poisonous spell?" Sirius said coldly, "I don't mind ending things with you at this time, Lucius."
"How could you instigate him to do such a thing?" Lucius wanted to hang this man up, use cutting spells to cut him into thousands and tens of thousands of pieces, and then throw him to the trolls to trample him, and throw him into the black lake. In his opinion, this matter undoubtedly had Sirius' handiwork, "How good are you and Potter? Black, Draco is your nephew!! You can't incite Draco to take such a risk for Potter's son!"
Sirius laughed loudly at first, as if he had heard a big joke, but then his face suddenly turned cold, and he flipped his wand and knocked Lucius to the ground.
"You really have the nerve to say that, Malfoy, you cunning dog," Sirius said contemptuously, "I sometimes wonder if you are a qualified brother-in-law for me - don't you think that in your heart, your son doesn't?" Are you sincere at all? Or do you just insist that Harry is involved in Draco in this matter? Do you still have the nerve to mention James to me?"
Lucius stood up in embarrassment, wiped the broken corners of his mouth, panted like a bullfight, and didn't reply.
Guilty. Sirius snorted in his heart, but when he saw that the other party didn't even explain a word, as if his ears were covered, he was still furious.
"I didn't say a single word to him, not even a word," Sirius said every word, growling at him clearly, "My nephew is willing to risk himself for the friends he cares about, and he did something that even I respect him for. decision! He is thirteen years old, but his clean soul is more valuable than you, than us! If you think that his friendship with Harry needs my instigation to be deep, then why is he not in Malfoy Manor now?! Your son This feeling is not superficial. If you can’t persuade him to make up his mind, I don’t need to persuade him to make up his mind either!”
"But you can also stop—" Lucius hissed, "You can stop him—it's your responsibility—"
"He has the right to make a choice," Sirius interrupted quickly, almost indifferent to Lucius's pain. "It's only a matter of time before he finds the Department of Mysteries. He can do what he wants to do without relying on his family. Don't put yourself at risk." It’s too important, Lucius. Your son is not a puppet in your hands. You say one thing and he doesn’t say another.”
"I am his father!" Lucius immediately retorted. He almost felt that the other party's words were ridiculous. "As long as he is still under my custody, as long as I am still his father, I have the right to decide anything about him." Matter! Doesn’t the Department of Mysteries need to consult the Magic Guardian for such an important matter?”
Sirius looked at him like he was a fool.
"You're so far behind on information," Sirius said sarcastically, "You still think you're the one with the most power, huh? The Department of Mysteries doesn't respect the opinions of legal guardians, they only respect the opinions of the client - and, If your son doesn't rely on the black cloaks in the Department of Mysteries, he will find his way through other channels."
"I won't let him succeed," Lucius' face became even more ugly. He had lost a lot of weight during this period because of his son's affairs, and now his face was even more terrifying, "I will-"
"Shh, shh, shh, don't forget that your family and I have the same fame and history, and the Ministry of Magic is not in your pocket yet, and you don't have many connections in the United States." Sirius seemed to be casually raising his wand again. Pointing at him, his expression seemed serious, but Lucius would not forget how crazy he was at the beginning. His eyelids twitched at the threat, "Do you think I will let you succeed, Lucius? My nephew can make whatever decision he wants. What decision to make!”
"He is my eldest son, Cissy's son! You can't let him die!"
"They'll come back safe," Sirius said sullenly, poking Lucius' chin with the tip of his wand, "I don't want to kill my sister's husband or cripple my nephew's father just yet, so tell me your bullshit now. Take them all back from me - they will come back safely."
He grabbed Lucius and threw him into the armchair opposite.
"You have always been a selfish and stupid bastard, Lucius Malfoy. Even profit cannot make you truly realize the truth." Only half of his face under the lamp was lit, but the madness could be felt without words. Perseverance has always been something Lucius felt in him, "You are hopeless, but your sons still have a chance to correct themselves, right?"
For some reason, looking at his calm black eyes, Lucius felt inexplicably terrified.
"Oh, by the way," he heard his brother-in-law say threatening words, like every brother who thinks about his sister, "there is one more thing I want to remind you - you are not allowed to tell Narcissus about this."
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Wanda crossed her arms and watched Draco walking around, watching him finish packing his backpack with a list, looking very anxious, as if he was about to catch a train and there was not much time left.
At this time, many people came to the room, either solemnly or crying, and stuffed some small things into Draco, telling him to give them to Harry, and tried to stuff a suitcase with all kinds of things, which made it very difficult. He was dizzy. In the end, Raven yelled from outside, and the minors were forced to pick up their small belongings from the box. Judging from the time, they were not yet born at that time, and Draco brought them Things must be streamlined. Time travel is not fun. The less things that do not belong to that time, the better.
In the end, Draco simply abandoned the suitcase and used a backpack to carry his image.
"Aren't you going to meet your mother again?" Wanda watched him finish the process in silence without saying a word, but now she asked Draco, "I heard she loves you very much."
Draco held his backpack and was silent for about three seconds.
"No need," he raised his chin simply, "I will be back - my mother doesn't need to worry about this."
"It's a bit difficult," Wanda reminded him simply, "your father was an official at the Ministry of Magic, and we went to the Department of Mysteries."
"My uncle said he would take care of it." Draco had obviously considered this matter for a long time. He pursed his thin lips and didn't know who he was emphasizing to, "He can take care of my father."
Wanda looked the boy up and down again, making the latter panic.
"What, what?" Draco felt his right eye twitch.
But Harry's sister just raised her eyebrows after studying him for a long time.
"It's nothing." She took out her phone and took a look, "Your friend is here - go meet her below and you'll be ready to set off."
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"Tell me what preparations you have made - are you prepared to go like this!"
Draco has been anxious and frantically searching all this time. He almost never went back to Hogwarts this semester, and rarely wrote letters to classmates and friends. He only looked up various magic books and harassed the Department of Mysteries. But in the end, he wrote He wrote a letter to Hermione to explain the situation and tell her not to send him owl letters every day.
And now, when he saw Hermione sneaking out with such a hair and claws, he suddenly felt that this scene seemed like it happened in the last century to him.
The girl's eyes were red and she was hysterical. She looked like she wanted to grab him and shake her several times. Draco looked at her and wanted to ridicule her image problem as usual, but he saw that she was holding a large, thick book in her hand. The notebook was thick and there were unsightly dark circles under his eyes. He moved his mouth but still swallowed the words.
"It's nothing, Granger, don't look like the sky is falling," he said with a pretense of ease, "I'm just going to get him back - or stay with him. We'll be back when the time is up. ”
Hermione just stared at him and said nothing. Her brown eyes are actually quite spiritual. At least Draco knows that she knows that she can't shake his decision, and he also knows that the other party will not really persuade him to give up, because at the other end of time, it is Harry who treats both of them. To me, Harry is indispensable.
Assuming that Draco didn't need to do it, but anyone else could do it, Hermione would raise her hand to do that person without hesitation.
It's strange, since when did he and Granger, a nasty know-it-all, have such a tacit understanding?
A strange feeling arose in Draco's heart...but thinking about it, this feeling was not unpleasant.
"...After receiving the news, I checked all the old newspapers in the library of Hogwarts in the past twenty years." The two children looked at each other for a long time, but Hermione made the first move and brought the big notebook she brought It was photographed on the coffee table next to Draco, "There are also records of punishments, medals, College Cup and Quidditch matches..."
"Wait a minute," Draco wrinkled his nose when he heard something was wrong, and looked sharply. "The disciplinary records are not something you can easily find. Granger, you secretly opened the door to the archives?"
"...It's not important," Hermione paused, ignoring the topic of violating school rules. "I sorted it all out by year. I also asked my parents to use the computer to check other major Muggle events and record them together. After that, if you find Harry, you must follow this with him and try not to make too many changes, because these explicit records are things that many people have known for a long time."
Draco opened a page of the notebook with some hesitation, glanced at it, and was immediately shocked by her excessive mobility.
Doesn't she even need to sleep? !
"...Thank you," Draco twitched his lips and said with rare sincerity, "but you'd better take a few days off to get some sleep, Granger, I'm afraid you'll pass out in class."
"Thank you, but you don't have to worry about my sleeping problem." Hermione simply closed the notebook, gave it to him with both hands, and stared at him worriedly. For a moment, Draco thought she would cry, but Hermione always She is stronger than ordinary girls, so the tears did not fall in the end.
"Promise me," Hermione whispered, "even if you find Harry, you must be extremely careful and never lose each other again, okay? I would rather know that you two will not be able to come back in the past than Now, I've watched a lot of time travel movies, and it's not easy at all for someone like Harry! And two are better than one, Draco."
This time, Draco didn't say 'who allows you to call me by my Christian name'.
He just held the notebook firmly and replied:
"That's right, Granger. It's better to be lost two people than to be lost alone... You're right."
Who is lost? Who can’t find the way forward? Someone asked this in his mind, and his voice sounded exactly like Felton's.
But soon the voice became his own, answering.
- It's not Harry, it's me.
I lost him and I was lost.
I am the one who can’t find the way forward.
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It was rare for Harry to be so focused on looking at Professor Slughorn with Regulus, not wanting to miss a word.
No, no, no, this professor who retired long ago when he was in school is still the same: bald, with eye lines when he smiles, a round chin, a heavy-looking potbelly and an amiable lecture voice. He does not Becoming handsome and handsome, loved by everyone.
But there were really not a few people in the whole classroom who were in the same movement as Harry and Regulus, because Professor Slughorn was holding a glass vial no more than the thickness of a thumb. The liquid inside was as bright as gold, and melted into the bottle like dancing sunlight.
Professor Slughorn may not be popular with everyone, but this thing in his hand can.
"Does anyone know what this is?" he said, pretending to be mysterious, "although I think few people your age have seen it."
Regulus took it almost immediately.
"This is the elixir of good fortune." He said briskly, raising his chin slightly, changing from his usual reticence in class. "It is a magic potion that can bring good luck to people, but it is very complicated to brew and requires A very long time.”
"Oh, yes, that's right, Mr. Black," Professor Slughorn was very happy, "I knew you could answer this question, yes, the historic Black... Elixir of Fortune, that's right, not a single word That's right. It does bring extremely significant good luck to people, so people also call it 'lucky potion'. As Mr. Black said, this kind of potion is very demanding in terms of technology and time, so it is very popular in the market. It’s very rare. But it only takes a little... just a little, and your time will be perfect, at least until the effects of the medicine wear off.”
Someone raised his hand: "Then why don't you mass-produce it, Professor? I mean, if we drink it every day..."
Regulus elbowed Harry privately.
"That's because although Felixir only requires one or two drops to take effect, if taken in excess, it will cause serious side effects." Harry immediately interrupted the Gryffindor's question and used an unskilled method. He glanced at the other party with disdain, said sorry in his mind and smiled blankly, "For example, dizziness, recklessness and... arrogance."
Since his words were very subtle, the Gryffindor who asked the question immediately responded, blushed, and glared at him from the back row angrily.
Professor Slughorn seemed not to notice this little episode and turned his attention to Harry.
"Oh, Mr. Bagshot," he said with interest, "yes, yes, I didn't expect you to know a lot about it. So, I guess you are also very aware of other things to pay attention to, right?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry tried his best to put on a perfect smile at the old man. For this reason, he also tried to adjust his blond hair and blue eyes to make this appearance absolutely sparkling and flattering. "If you take an overdose, or the number of Too much, and the sequelae of toxicity will slowly appear. Also, the use of Felixir is prohibited in organized competitions...such as sports competitions, exams, or elections. Once discovered, it will be deemed as cheating, and Subject to serious legal sanctions."
"Great, no mistakes at all!" Professor Slughorn clapped his hands, surprised by his performance. He gave Harry a meaningful look before turning to the other students, "Then, I think you all understand. , I have a small bottle of blessing elixir here... Of course, I won’t ask you now to brew it. This is still too far away for you, but it-"
Everyone in the classroom had their hearts in their throats.
"——It's a small reward." Professor Slughorn said with a smile, and at the same time he was very satisfied with this reaction. "So, ladies and gentlemen, you may want to ask, how can I get such a reward?"
He put the elixir back into his pocket, waved his wand, and a separate potion recipe appeared on each student's desk.
“I have always felt that my teaching is too rigid to provide fun and interest,” he said cheerfully. “Therefore, from time to time, I will assign more difficult topics as a challenging goal. It is difficult, Of course, it may be a bit beyond your current level, but my dear, it won’t get worse if you try hard, after all, this is a combination attempt, and I also provided a very good reward, right?”
Harry and Regulus looked down at the parchment together. Regulus frowned and felt a little uneasy, but when Harry saw the formula, it could be said that he was pleasantly surprised.
Dreamless potion! A potion that he brewed at least twice as many times as slaps!
There was a burst of complaints in the classroom - the dreamless potion is for senior students. For third-year students, this brewing will undoubtedly be a bit difficult and they lack practical experience, but who doesn't want to get the blessing? What about the elixir?
"Two people work in groups," Professor Slughorn said loudly. "Only one group - the most perfect group can get the Felixir as a reward. Of course, I think you can make it, but if no one is qualified in the end , I can only say sorry to you, children. Okay, let’s get started!”
As the saying goes, if you want a donkey to run fast, you have to drop a carrot in front of it. Therefore, there is a blessing elixir hanging in front of it, and everyone's enthusiasm for the potion has been mobilized. Ingredients, those who read the recipe looked at the recipe. The sound of setting up the crucible and the sound of the silver knife cutting on the chopping board were mixed together in the whole classroom. Bells jingled. Potions class had never been so lively. Harry was in a hurry to get the materials. At a glance, I saw that there was someone who hadn't brewed the magic potion yet, so he got into a fight with his partner over the uneven distribution of the spoils...
But all kinds of panic situations did not occur between Harry and Regulus.
They had already discussed it, and after confirming that Harry was better at this kind of potion, they decided that Regulus would be responsible for most of the rough material processing. Harry would take care of the crucible and special material processing, such as perfect toad eyes that could not have any traces. What……
They did the whole process in a very orderly manner, and the time allocation was also very appropriate. There was no need for unnecessary communication, and the potion in their crucible developed towards perfection faster than anyone else, and - for sure. - Attracted Professor Slughorn who looked like a bear looking for food (this is how Sirius described it).
Professor Slughorn had his hands behind his back. He was shaking his head and exploring the students' cauldrons one by one, correcting some students who deviated too much. When he reached the group of Regulus and Harry, he opened his eyes as if he had found honey. His eyes widened and he smiled in surprise.
"Oh, oh, perfect technique, perfect potion, Mr. Black, Mr. Bagshot, I dare say that even if you neglect to take care of this pot, as long as you follow the steps, you can successfully make a perfect dreamless potion. !”
When Slughorn said this, his eyes were still staring at Harry's wrist. However, this normally average-performing student just smiled slightly after receiving the compliment. His technique was still exquisite and skillful. What should the lavender essential oil he dripped into the crucible look like? The size is the size, and the drops are as many as they should be, steadily, exactly, and after that, Regulus stirred the crucible in time, seven circles to the left, and one to the right, and the potion in the crucible immediately became It has a hazy, translucent purple color and emits a soft fragrance.
At this moment, Slughorn's eyes became more kind - so kind that it made Harry's skin crawl.
Most of the Slytherins who were busy with the cauldron turned their heads and stared at them in various ways that they thought were secretive. To be honest, they had long been prepared for the Black family's youngest son to snatch the Elixir of Fortune. , but Regulus's performance in potions is not particularly outstanding, so they are not too worried. And the potions skills of the entire third-year Slytherin are not particularly outstanding. It all depends on who is the most prepared and the luckiest in the end. .
But - that Bagshot who is usually not outstanding, doesn't like to express himself, and is average in level?
"You performed really well today, Mr. Bagshot!" Professor Slughorn kindly watched from the side as these two students with eye-catching looks, eye-catching movements and potion status assisted each other in every task in an orderly manner. He almost didn’t want to move his legs, “As a professor, I’m really happy that the students have made such progress!”
"It's all thanks to you." Harry was poked again by Regulus and raised his head with a standard perfect smile. "It's because of your patient teachings that I can make such progress."
fart! Nonsense!
Many people rolled their eyes inwardly and then shouted. Anyone who is familiar with Professor Slughorn knows that he is a very snobbish person. It is true that Slughorn will teach the students he values all he has and give them a lot of help and opportunities. However, the students he values are all students with considerable talents and family backgrounds. Young people, the former such as Lily and Snape, and the latter such as Parkinson and Nott. Of course, there are also types who have both talent and family background, such as James and the Black brothers. Although Regulus and Sirius don't like potions very much, Slughorn indulges them and invites them to his parties many times. ——Although Sirius wasn't even interested in a galleon, James would be happy to receive the invitation because Lily would go.
As for students he doesn't value, that is, students who have neither talent nor family connections, he may seem gentle, but he won't look at them twice, and even remembers their names incorrectly.
At this moment when everyone was looking at him, Harry was not sitting down, but he was still on pins and needles. He also saw the smile that Regulus gave him, which could be said to be a spectator. That smile was too quick, but within a moment, the youngest son of the Black family returned to his usual silence, with a cold, arrogant and even gloomy expression, and concentrated on taking care of the remaining uncut tubers.
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After a long period of brewing, Harry and Regulus completed their dreamless potion; and after a long period of checking, Professor Slughorn, faced with the dark and light purple potions handed over, naturally immediately selected the most satisfying one. A portion that satisfied him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, kids. I'm also sorry that there is only one reward - but Mr. Black and Mr. Bagshot's potions are impeccable, even if they are placed in St. Mungo's to supply the sick. Question," Slughorn laughed loudly, patted the shoulders of the two boys, and then took out the reward that everyone wanted from his pocket, "Then, as promised, the elixir - boy Guys, remember, use it with caution."
The two boys looked at each other, Harry blinked slightly at Regulus, who then stretched out his hand first, took the bottle of Felixir, looked at it carefully, and looked under the podium. After the students looked at him, he handed it to Harry without hesitation.
Harry also took the charming little golden potion, and after looking around for a while, the two of them thanked their Potions professor together, and then, a satisfied Slughorn announced that the get out of class was over.
And what's even more natural - the news that Bagshot and Black got the elixir first spread throughout Hogwarts.
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"Then he's in trouble."
During lunch time, Sirius laughed without sympathy when he heard the news. Although he entered Gryffindor, he also knew this well, "Slytherins are full of greedy snakes. They always want to get whatever they want, no matter what. Should you use money or coercion? James, your poor little apprentice Francis is like a mouse being stared at by a snake. Some people will not allow him to have such benefits, but Regulus is reasonable and he will definitely take it. The elixir of happiness was given to Bagshot."
"Hey!" Wormtail protested slightly. His Animagus was just a mouse. When Sirius said this, he was quite panicked.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm, Peter." Sirius waved his hand, with a look on his face as he picked up a chicken leg and started chewing, "But Bagshot is definitely going to be in trouble."
"What do you mean by 'my poor little Francis'?" James greeted Lily who was passing by enthusiastically. He turned around and scorned the term, "Can you speak nicely, Padfoot? Let's talk more. , when you say this, aren't you worried that your brother will also be in trouble?"
"I think Padfoot thinks that Regulus is different from Bagshot," Lupin added while giving himself a spoonful of pudding. "After all, the Black family has a high status in Slytherin. Maybe no one will ask for a Black hand." stuff in there.”
He also made a 'you know what' face: "And anyone who bullies Regulus will get trouble from Sirius, so you don't have to worry about that, Prongs."
"It's true that I hate the way Regulus looks now," Sirius said frankly, "but I won't let anyone bully my brother - even though he looks like that, no one bullies him. Remus is right, Who in Slytherin would bully a Black."
"Well, then your brother might choose to protect him. After all, they have a good relationship, right?" Wormtail looked left and right and came up with an idea, "They are roommates."
"Let Regulus protect him?" Sirius looked across the dining table to the long table where his brother was sitting, and said decisively, "No, no need."
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Twenty-first century, New York.
"I don't understand something." Before stepping into the 'door' that appeared out of thin air, like fireworks exploding the space, Draco stopped and asked the yellow-clothed mage who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, "I can ask some questions. Are you leaving again?"
"I help you because the future is destined to develop like this. I will help you according to the future I need. You don't need to think about this problem yet." As if he could also telepathize and legilimens, the ancient mage rushed to the boy. Nod slightly.
Her attitude is neither help nor charity. She is like the person who puts the choice in front of you. It seems that whatever future you choose has nothing to do with her. She seems to be in charge from the beginning to the end. She is a person of destiny, but she does not have that obvious arrogance. Everything in the world seems to be very shallow to her, and there is no need to invest too much care.
And it was such a person who helped Draco.
Draco really couldn't imagine how such a person could live, or rather, he couldn't like this attitude, but of course, he wouldn't say it out loud.
"Who said I was going to ask this question?" he said slyly, "I wanted to ask what the thread on my chest is."
The last time he asked what it was, the mage said lightly that it was a contract, and ordered them to go back and prepare, closing the door to the so-called temple. And now before leaving, he asked this question again.
"I don't know where it comes from," the mage's tone is still as indifferent as a wisp of smoke after the candle in the palace is extinguished. You can't feel anything from it, but you can know that she is telling you the truth. "But I can tell you that it is precisely because of this thread that your contract will go wrong. It connects you as a whole. Once the demanding contract is activated, as long as the person on the other end of the thread is truly willing, He can then perform the tasks required by the contract on your behalf."
Draco was horrified.
"But he doesn't even know there is this contract!" he said, "How can the contract be so arrogant and unreasonable that he should replace me?! This is not fair!"
"You can ask him after you see him," the mage said calmly, "ask him if he is willing. The answers already exist in your hearts, and some answers no longer require causes and consequences."
Draco shuddered. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then stepped through the door without looking back.
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