Harry managed to lose sleep today.
He tossed and turned inside the bed tent, flipping the dough as if he were frying hamburger. He didn't feel sleepy at all. When he closed his eyes, it was the man's eyes. If it weren't for peeking into the Dark Lord's brain, it would be a very dangerous thing, and the distance at that time It was too far, almost an entire stadium away. Harry almost wanted to take a look at everything in Voldemort's mind. If he could, he even wanted to find out the part about James and throw it out. , so that Voldemort felt like he had never seen this person before.
But this is so strange. What year is it now? It's a year before Harry himself has even entered Lily's belly. A year before Lily has changed her last name. Why is Voldemort staring at James? Why James? Why now? What's his purpose?
Harry didn't think he could sleep tonight.
But after a while, the lights in the dormitory came on, and Regulus' voice came from the bed next door: "Can't you sleep, Francis?"
The voice didn't sound like he had just woken up. However, Harry still got up and after changing his appearance, he opened the bed curtain in surprise. As expected, he saw Regulus sitting on the bed with no sleepiness on his face. He also opened the bed curtain. He had pulled up the bed curtain and was looking at him with bright eyes. If he hadn't been unable to sleep, Harry would have almost thought he was dreaming - was this the usual calm and reserved Regulus?
"I know why you can't sleep, and I can't sleep either." Regulus obviously misunderstood the reason why Harry couldn't sleep. He was almost exclaiming, "For the first time, I feel that there are perfect people in this world - in comparison , Dumbledore is not perfect."
If there are perfect people in this world, it is definitely not Dumbledore and Voldemort, it is my father. Harry almost wanted to argue with him like this, but looking at Regulus's expression, he endured it and maintained a subtle expression under the dim light: "Yes, he - that Lord is very special. I've heard that His statement, but this is the first time I’ve seen him.”
This was really the first time Harry had seen Voldemort like this - a cold wizard with eyes like a cold-blooded animal, a proud attitude and a handsome face. Rather than...like a big black mist like a burnt version of Munch's "The Scream". This seemingly more real situation made Harry feel unreal, and he even wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes. However, thinking about it carefully, he even suspected that he had misremembered.
Maybe the Dark Lord should look like this, looking ruthless and handsome, so that he has many followers... Anyway, there are some pure-blood people who look at people's faces first. They may not only look at faces, but if It was impossible not to have a decent face, so Draco spent more than an hour every day taking care of himself until he spent a summer vacation in the United States and degenerated into a 'lazy guy' who even threw away hairspray.
Hey, I forgot to write to Mr. Grindelwald. Harry suddenly remembered that Grindelwald had asked him to write down the information about the Dark Lord and give it to him. he
Shaking his head, he decided to find a secluded place to send the letter tomorrow. Before that, he intended to find out more information.
"He has a lot of influence in Britain, doesn't he?" Harry tentatively discussed these topics with Regulus, carefully controlling the degree. The current Regulus is not the later Regulus. The current second son of the Black family is more interested in the Dark Lord. There was also a deep feeling of admiration, even though they didn't say a few words, "I guess everyone in our school team couldn't sleep today - he praised you, 'It's not a shame to have such a record.'" , the school hospital might be crowded with Gryffindors today."
In the fight in the afternoon, the Slytherins were extremely brave. They were fighting for and breaking heads above the field. People who were not from the school team were willing to give the lions a black hand from time to time. Harry was holding the hand beside him tremblingly. The wand stood there for a long time, worried that James and Sirius would get a bloody head fall, and Regulus would get a bloody head from the fall. When the war for the stadium ended with Slytherin winning, Harry wanted to follow the group of losers. We went to the school hospital together to get a bottle of vitality potion, or slumped on the ground. He was too nervous.
And that man—the man who stared at James all over the place, walked down leisurely, complimented him a few words in an understatement, and then emphatically talked to a few children with outstanding family backgrounds, and then left, but then It was undoubtedly effective, and all the Slytherins involved looked proud, as if their Head of House was not Professor Slughorn, but this man, and this was not a stadium, but his banquet.
"He's not just 'influential'," Regulus leaned forward a little in Harry's direction, his black eyes glowing with golden luster due to the light, "Since the time of my grandparents, he has been He is a great person - no one knows when he started, but he has become the leader vaguely. You will not imagine how far he has gone in magic, Francis. Many people say that he can be compared with the headmaster. , but how old is Dumbledore this year? How old was he when he became famous? He is a true genius, a powerful wizard with noble blood..."
"Noble bloodline?" Harry asked knowingly, "What family does he come from?"
Regulus' voice was lowered, but he was more excited.
"That adult can talk to snakes, and he has a snake accent," he said. "Although you are a transfer student, since you are here, you should know that the founder of our college also has a snake accent."
"I understand," Harry pretended to sigh, "Then his bloodline is indeed noble and extraordinary. I also understand why so many people went crazy this afternoon."
Regulus sighed.
"Both my parents hope that Sirius can also be in our house." He turned his face sideways, half of his face sinking into the darkness, and only the illuminated half could see the annoyance. "If Sirius were on our side today - he He will definitely be better than me and be more favored by that adult. Bella is very valued by that adult, but Sirius - he should have stood out today. There is no one in Slytherin who is better than him now. If he doesn't Being Potter's friend, not Gryffindor, he should have been the kind of heir my parents expected."
...Well, what you said makes me a little embarrassed. Potter's son - Harry could only twitch his lips in embarrassment after hearing this. Once again he felt that he was out of place here. He couldn't understand the feeling of worshiping a person like a king and trying to win his favor. .
"Then your parents will definitely not be too happy," Harry said vaguely, "Si——your brother didn't have a good face today, maybe because he saw that you were also arguing with them."
Regulus's expression became a little more gloomy.
"He has never admired that adult," Regulus said. "Although my parents have made great efforts to make him realize the greatness of that adult, he still thinks that it is his parents' idea, not his. Sirius has never Without thinking about the family, he just does what he likes and doesn't understand how difficult it is for our family."
Oh, his parents, Sirius' parents. Harry thought. At the same time, a thought arose in his mind: did the pure-blood circle's admiration for Voldemort come from their hearts, out of profit, or was it inherited from their parents and grandparents? Is this the effect Voldemort wanted to achieve long ago?
And why did Regulus, who inherited this admiration and admiration, freeze his entire life in the future?
Harry only knew that Regulus buried himself there in order to destroy a locket—Salazer's locket—and why he needed to destroy the locket to stop Voldemort, and why Regulus betrayed those who followed his family. Harry wasn't quite sure about these goals.
Sirius didn't want to say too much. He was so depressed at that time that Harry didn't dare to ask again.
"Well... maybe it's just that everyone has different ideas," Harry couldn't think of an answer for a moment, so he tried to comfort Regulus, "Look, he still loves you, otherwise he wouldn't keep causing trouble for me - it's just The method is not appropriate.”
The smile flashed across Regulus' face.
"Maybe he doesn't really care about me," he said very softly, looking at the flickering candlelight in the bedside glass lamp, "he is just pestering you out of his curiosity. Even if you are not my friend, If I get his attention, he'll still look for trouble - just like Snape. Sometimes I feel like Sirius hates me... just like he hates his parents."
If I were like Snape with Sirius, I might never be able to look my godfather in the eyes again. Harry felt miserable just thinking about it, and couldn't help but cover his face with a slap. So what will he do next? Go back and say hi to his godfather, godfather, I think you were biased against me as a teenager?
But while he was embarrassed, he didn't ignore the disappointment in Regulus' tone, but at this time and in this status, Harry couldn't be comforted.
Some people's love will always be revealed when life and death are related. Only then will you truly know that he really loves you from the bottom of his heart, from the beginning.
"He won't," Harry could only try his best to say, "No brother would really hate his brother. What's more, your relationship is already very good, you just need time to adapt. Maybe the situation will affect people's feelings temporarily, but blood and Family ties are definitely the strongest thing, you are brothers and this will never change."
Regulus smiled a little sadly.
"Really? Then why did you come to England to study, Francis? I guess you should have had a more distinguished surname."
Harry choked suddenly.
Ah, yes, his background was that of a poor little wizard who couldn't even use his family name. His identity proves how ruthless a pure-blood family can be, regardless of blood ties. Thinking about it this way, his words of comfort to Regulus could be called naive.
Regulus seemed to feel that he had lost his composure. He paused for a moment before softening his tone.
"I'm sorry, Francis, I didn't mean anything else, I just..." Regulus whispered, "...I just want to say that blood and family ties sometimes don't determine anything. Potter is not his brother, but Sirius is more important than him. Brothers should be good friends, right?"
"I understand, I understand," Harry said quickly, "But that's my family, not yours and Sirius's, isn't it? Maybe it will be better when we grow up," he said vaguely, "Maybe when we are all adults If you do, he and you will understand."
"I hope so." Regulus said and extinguished the lights. This conversation started with excitement and ended with frustration. It was time to end, "Okay, we are all going to bed - it's really not early now. Good night, Francis ...And don’t pay attention to what I say, even without a last name, you are definitely far ahead of other people with a last name, and one day they will realize what they are missing.”
"It's okay, it's nothing...thank you, and good night, Regulus." Harry replied with a soft smile.
——Then he continued to lie on the bed, lying like a dead fish, with his eyes open until dawn.
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"Let me ask for leave for you." Regulus said firmly.
"No need..." Harry said, "I can go to class."
"You can't," Regulus said gently but firmly, "Your eyelids can hardly be opened, and your face looks even more terrifying."
He moved carefully but resolutely and pushed Harry down on the bed, preventing him from getting up and dressing. "Have you forgotten what Madam Pomfrey from the hospital wing said, rest, adequate rest. Have you forgotten that you are still half a patient?" ? How can you be well-educated like this? Go to sleep, Francis, for your level, taking a day off is nothing...but what time did you go to bed yesterday? "
"...Barely slept." Harry said listlessly under the young uncle's stern gaze.
Regulus sighed apologetically.
"It's my fault, I shouldn't have said those words," he said, "Go to sleep, I'll bring you lunch." He took out a bottle of Dreamless Potion from his drawer, which was from the last Potions class. As long as they can't drink it to death, Professor Slughorn always allows them to keep their works. "If you really can't sleep, just drink this."
Harry shook his head. He was too sleepy to think now and didn't need the dreamless potion.
"Go to sleep." Regulus said again and went to the door with his schoolbag.
Harry simply allowed himself to change his appearance and closed his eyes. Perhaps it was because he stayed up late for too long. This time he closed his eyelids and failed to think too much, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
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"I heard that your wife's family has a Gryffindor who is associated with a Potter."
When Lucius was allowed to enter the study and lowered his head to say hello, he really didn't expect to hear the adult ask such a question. This made him stunned for a while (of course, this length of time would not be too rude), and even raised his head to look at The figure in front of him had his back turned to him. But his quality allowed him to answer the question immediately.
"That's right, sir," he said cautiously and cunningly, "that is the only son of the stubborn old Potter. My wife has cried to me more than once about this cousin's naughty nature. I believe this has also made my in-laws also It’s just that his parents are very troubled, sir.”
"I saw that Potter," this was a sentence that made Lucius feel that the meaning was unclear. "If I'm not mistaken, he has messy black hair... and he is wearing a pair of stupid glasses."
"That's absolutely true, my lord," Lucius didn't know why his master asked about Potter. Isn't this a topic aimed at the incompetent eldest son of the Black family? "Not only is it stupid, but it's even in bad taste... According to legend, He loves a Mudblood, regardless of whether it brings shame to his family."
After Lucius finished speaking, he quietly raised his eyes, but was shocked to find that this adult seemed to be in a happier mood than ever before. He was stroking the huge python coiled up next to him. The handsome face reflected in the glass window had a rare sense of contentment. He was also holding a glass of red wine, swaying gently.
"Old Potter only has such a son? Doesn't he have any other relatives?" Lucius heard the adult continue to ask, "Isn't there even a distant relative in the Potter family who knows better than old Potter?"
"No, sir," Lucius said, "The Potter family cannot have fewer relatives. Old Potter only has this son. He had children in his later years, and he didn't even have an illegitimate son. James Potter's closest relative is my in-law - —You must know that old Potter's wife is a Black."
"What a pity," the man said lightly, "I've always been willing to give some respect to those ancient families, as long as they're not too stupid."
"Not everyone has the honor to feel your tolerance, my lord," Lucius wished that the Potters would stand on the other side. He immediately said without losing his tact, "After all, there are only a few people in the world who are not too ignorant. , you don’t have to worry about this.”
The man let out an inaudible chuckle, and Lucius was almost shocked - it was not that he was shocked, but he had rarely seen this adult so happy since a long time ago.
What are some of the things they say that are worth laughing at? Or did his master think of something extremely pleasant?
But as Lucius understood, this happy moment was fleeting, and soon he heard the other party's calm question.
"How are you inquiring about the new transfer student, Lucius?"
Lucius quickly buried his head deeper: "It's ready, sir - Francis Bagshot, with above-average qualifications. Although his surname has declined, his original surname should be more prominent, because it is said that his The quality of daily necessities is pretty good. He has a good relationship with my wife's brother Regulus Black. He is said to be quite cautious and sensible. Except for the recent potion that was excellent and got some attention from Slughorn, he has not done anything else. They are all relatively low-key.”
Lucius said, this is really a boy who is not worthy of attention. Although a Black will not make friends with an idiot, there are still many people with such qualifications, not to mention that the other person has no foundation in the UK and is too young. Too young to deserve their attention.
"It is said that Dumbledore personally handled the admission procedures for him." Lucius emphasized this point. "He is somewhat concerned about Bagshot, but his attitude is very relaxed."
At the mention of Dumbledore, the temperature in the room quickly cooled down. Lucius held his breath and waited for the cold wave to pass. He knew what would happen if he mentioned Dumbledore, because he was well-informed and could know that Dumbledore had once again rejected the Lord's request to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"It doesn't matter." After an unknown amount of time, Lucius heard his master softly speaking words that he could not understand. "Even so, I have found the key."
He raised his head and found that the face of 'that adult' was filled with a smile that was more heart-pounding than a whole bottle of poison, and that look...
That's the look in a snake's eyes when it's determined to win its prey.
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Harry felt like he was constantly floating and sinking, wandering like plankton in a place cast by light, but unable to escape. He was dazed and couldn't open his eyes, but he could see these things and Draco.
Yes, Draco was walking in front of him. This was not the first time they had met in a dream, but this was the first time they had met in a place like this.
"Draco?" Harry tentatively ran forward a few steps, wanting to pat his shoulder, but immediately, his hand turned into a shadow and passed through Draco's shoulder, startling him.
He had no choice but to run forward and step back to examine Draco's appearance - Draco was carrying a medium-sized backpack and wearing a simple shirt and trousers. He kept his wand in his hand, looking a little wary and nervous, looking around as if he was looking for something, even looking at the ground.
Harry followed him and lowered his head, only to see that his shadow was very long, pointing vaguely to another place, and a brilliant golden line extended from his chest, connecting to Draco's chest, but it was not too tight, just like Someone gently tied the line to the treetop, and it can still sway in the wind.
Harry was confused - was this a dream or reality? And what is Draco looking for?
Harry looked at this place - it was a place with brilliant lights everywhere, and it was impossible to tell the difference between the ceiling and the floor. Every step they took seemed to be stepping on luminous water, gently rippling with light.
Just when he was still confused, a strange thing happened - another Harry stood not far from them, and the light opened a big hole behind him, and behind the hole was Hogwarts in the night, as if' That Harry' just came from there.
"Draco!" That Harry shouted over there, "This way!"
Harry and Draco's eyes widened together, the former watching in stunned silence as the latter ran towards 'that Harry'.
"—Merlin! How did you—" Harry could see Draco's expression of surprise and joy as he turned his head and ran back, even planning to grab the other person's hand, "—how did you know you were here? of?"
"No! That's not me!"
Harry yelled and stretched out his hand towards Draco, trying to grab his friend's shoulder, but it was useless, his hand still passed through Draco's shoulder, and he could only watch as Draco reached almost eagerly. That Harry's face.
No. Harry looked at the face that looked like his own, feeling angrier than ever before - no matter who it was, they couldn't deceive Draco with his appearance!
But before his mood could stir again, Draco stopped. A layer of suspicion appeared on his face, he stared at 'that Harry' for a few times, and then backed away with a cold face at the confused look on his face.
"No," Harry was happy to hear Draco say that, even though he didn't know where Draco recognized him from, "you're not the Harry I know!"
correct! It couldn't be more right! that's not me!
Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiled brightly without realizing it, and applauded Draco vigorously, even though the other party couldn't hear him.
When Draco stepped back to the seventh step, 'that Harry' stepped back behind the hole with a sad face. The light covered the hole again, and then it disappeared together with the impostor.
"What the hell," Draco complained in shock and anger, "I'm not on the road to return to the world, and I'm not Eurydice's husband. What's the point of tricking me into turning back?"
He hurriedly walked back in the original direction, stopping and walking. Harry looked at it for a long time and felt that he seemed to be walking in a certain direction, but he was not so sure.
And just walking and walking like this, this road of light is still not calm enough - gradually, both of them can see some fragmentary images and figures passing by them, some figures are very familiar, some figures are very strange, But Harry didn't understand this passage at all, the meaning of these figures and images. He even saw some figures in it that were extremely real, and Draco couldn't help but stop and stare for a few times, but soon, those figures disappeared, and Draco's eyes There was a complex emotion that Harry couldn't understand.
For a moment, Harry looked at that look and felt empty in his heart.
He suddenly understood that there was a kind of information hidden among these figures, and he couldn't understand this kind of information! He couldn't understand it, but Draco could.
Obviously they should share everything and be inseparable, but there is something very important hidden in Draco's heart. Harry didn't know the existence of this thing before, and he doesn't know what it is now, but it must be It was something, something, or someone that was important to Draco.
...For example, Professor Felton?
Harry looked at Draco's back in silence, and for a moment he wasn't sure whether he should continue watching. Maybe... maybe he should wake up?
Even if this wasn't real and was just a dream, it was still Draco's time. He thought a little sadly. It was a time when I probably shouldn't have joined.
But how can I describe this feeling... Anyway, Harry was just a little sad. It's like feeling that something perfect is missing a corner, and it's uncomfortable to feel empty.
"...Harry?"
At this moment, Draco seemed to feel something. He turned around suddenly and shouted. This strange keenness and speed startled Harry.
Harry tentatively waved his hand at him, disappointed to find that Draco still couldn't see him, but Draco didn't give up. He looked left and right and didn't see Harry, but he was sure that Harry was nearby.
"Can you see me!" Draco shouted hurriedly, "Can you hear me! If you can at least hear me, listen, Harry! Don't run around these days, go to the school observatory at night Wait for me! I’ll meet you there!”
"Night! Remember, it must be night!"
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"Draco!!"
Harry woke up from his dream covered in sweat, with a burning heat all over his body.
A person is always a little hazy when he wakes up from a dream, but Harry is not. He feels that he is very awake and remembers the things in the dream very clearly, especially what Draco shouted at the end... Observatory, night, yes, The observatory at night, he is going to the observatory...
Harry rolled out of bed in a daze, and was about to run out without changing his clothes, but his legs gave out and he fell down. Regulus, who happened to be back in the dormitory, heard a chaotic sound as soon as he opened the door. When he took a closer look, he saw his roommate face down, lying on the ground, with a blanket wrapped around his head, as if tied into a knot. The sack was so shocked that he thought his brother had attacked the room.
"Francis!" Regulus rushed over and helped him up, "What's wrong with you?"
Harry stood up with his help, and it took him a long time to remember how to change his face back. He then took off the blanket he had pulled over his head in desperation, took a breath of fresh air, waved his arm, and made a line of time appear in the air: 11:45.
"So it's not night yet," Harry said blankly.
"Of course it's not night now," Regulus thought that his roommate must not have woken up yet, so he calmly said, half coaxing and half persuading, "Are you awake? I brought some food back to you. If you are hungry, you can eat some." sleep."
He took his school bag over and took out some cauldron cake and sandwiches. Harry really felt hungry. After taking the cake, he used a spoon to scrape off the top layer of cream and put it into his mouth, trying to use sugar to help his brain think.
His slowly recovering mind was asking: Is this information—this dream—true or false?
But the more emotional part of him screamed: Whether it's true or not - I don't care! Let me go to the observatory now and wait until dark!
"I...I had a good dream," he lowered his head, not letting Regulus see that he could hardly control himself and turned back to green eyes. "The dream said that if I go to the observatory to try my luck at night, good things will happen. -Thank you, Regulus, I'll take them to the observatory!"
Regulus was completely confused: "What?"
Harry hurriedly changed his clothes, took cakes and sandwiches and hurried out. When Regulus saw that he really planned to go, he quickly reached out and grabbed him in confusion: "It's not night yet, Francis. Why don't you wait until later? It doesn't matter if you want to go out at night, your spell skills are not enough for you to stay there for one night?"
He failed to grab his roommate.
"Thanks for the reminder!" Harry disappeared behind the door like a wind, "I will make some preparations before going!"
Before Regulus could react, Harry was swept back like another gust of wind.
"Regulus!" Regulus saw his roommate's eyes sparkling and said, "Can you lend me your mailing list! I need some new ready-made clothes, please recommend some stores to me!"
Regulus was stunned for a long time before he remembered to answer him.
"...No problem." He said in a daze, "Of course it's no problem." After saying that, he rubbed his eyes and went to get his mailing list for his roommate.
Assuming it wasn't his vision that was wrong - he thought Francis had a tail wagging behind his butt, what's going on?
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In less than three days, a rumor quickly spread among the students at Hogwarts - Francis Bagshot had started to spread because he had gained some limelight in the Potions class. In the past, he had always been polite. , now he is actually arrogant and arrogant.
Lily was very surprised when she heard about this.
"How could it be!" The red-haired girl thought someone was joking at first, "Francis's temper is not bad! Even if Nott and the others said that Francis petrified them and left them in the corner, they must have made trouble for Francis first. I just fought back, is this considered rude or domineering?"
"That's not what we're talking about, Lily," a Gryffindor girl complained, "Of course you don't know if you don't have such a need! Potter asked you to go on a date at the observatory and you never went!"
"Don't put me and Potter together," Lily said with some disgust, "What's going on?"
"We had a date at the Observatory yesterday," the girl's boyfriend said in a low voice. "We sneaked in secretly, but before we entered the door, Bagshot told us to go out. He wanted to stay there alone - the Observatory is not his home. property! We tried to reason with him, but he just used some kind of magic spell to make a huge noise."
"Then we were caught by the professor who was patrolling the night," the girl said in frustration, "but when the professor came, he disappeared again! I swear he must have used some means, and the professor couldn't find out! He is definitely not ours. Hallucination!"
"And me!" Another senior boy said angrily, "I wanted to go in to make up for my astronomy homework, but he actually used a spell at the door to prevent us from taking a step forward! I said I want to do my homework. This bastard, he took away my parchment and asked me questions!"
"...but you got an 'O' for your homework." Someone reminded.
The boy's expression became awkward: "...that little bastard finished his homework and asked an owl to send it to me."
The Gryffindor common room collectively booed him in disdain.
"But this is not about homework, this is about my personal rights and dignity!" The boy shouted in retort, "When did the observatory become the exclusive domain of a transfer student? I think he is deliberately looking for trouble!"
"Then he won't help you with your homework," Lily defended her best junior, "He doesn't want you to delay your homework because of his personal reasons!"
"But he delayed our love!" The girl from before muttered, "Can he still compensate for our dating time?"
There was no way to argue with this. For a moment, Lily couldn't figure out what Francis was doing.
"What should I do if there are people in class?" James finished training and returned to the lounge sweating profusely. As soon as he came in, he found them discussing this and asked with interest, "The first graders are taking astronomy classes there! At midnight.”
"I don't know about that. After all, we can't confirm whether he is there or not," said the boy caught by the professor. "Anyway, he can make people invisible. Maybe he is there or simply moved to another place. , he said he wanted to stay there alone, we told the professor, but the professor still didn’t believe it!”
"Anyway, you are all traveling at night. If you can't catch someone, it won't count. If you do, consider yourself unlucky." Sirius followed in and lazily added, "Typical Slytherin behavior." He used the nimbus in his hand. He poked someone casually, "Is it just for you or are there other houses as well? Didn't this little German guy learn bad habits from Slytherin?"
"No exceptions," one student replied sultryly, "That's all the case - there is no one in his eyes! Why don't you teach him a lesson, Sirius! I remember that you loved taking girls to the observatory for a ride!"
"It's a pity that I don't have a new girlfriend yet!" Sirius waved his hand proudly and said extremely arrogantly, "Otherwise I would tell you that driving is just an outdated method for me!"
"Hey, don't tease him!" James rolled his eyes, "He's been waiting for this opportunity!"
"What chance?" Lily asked.
"It's nothing!" James denied immediately. Sirius laughed and pulled his friend over: "It's nothing, Lily, I just want to communicate with our junior!"
"I thought little Francis was a very kind person," Lupin was also confused, "What's wrong with him?"
Wormtail trembled: "He - he can make the professor even find him! How high is his magic attainment?"
"Don't be stupid," James said without taking this seriously. "He must have used some powerful magic item. If he has such a high level, what is he doing at Hogwarts?"
But curiosity ignited a raging fire in the hearts of the robbers, especially Sirius and James. They looked at each other in confusion - this boy is usually low-key and easy-going, but now he shows his superiority for the observatory?
The question then becomes obvious: why did he monopolize the observatory?
"I have an idea." After returning to the dormitory of the four of them, Sirius stared at James and said, "We won't stand in his way - but we can see what he is doing."
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"Are you sure you won't get in his way?" Lupine said worriedly for the nth time, "I'm really afraid that you two will fight in the end, Sirius."
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the four of them used the invisibility cloak to sneak onto the path of the castle. Wormtail was frightened by the rumors about Bagshot and just walked without talking. Lupine felt that he was staring at these two curious people.
"But it's not good for him to be so domineering, isn't it?" Sirius provided strong evidence, "I didn't provoke him first this time."
"But it has nothing to do with you, right?" Lupin said, "Well, it has nothing to do with you for the time being."
"If I don't get half the answer, I won't be able to sleep. Moon Face, you said such a thing, he didn't forget all those who hindered him, but everyone knew that he wanted to occupy this place. This Why," Sirius said enthusiastically, "he's just so unpredictable."
"Hey, that means his methods are relatively gentle," James said to his friend. He still had a good impression of his junior brother. "It's not a good thing to be forgotten. Don't you want him to give everyone a strong forgetfulness?" Can’t the curse work?”
"I didn't say that," Sirius waved his hand, "I'm just curious."
They ran all the way and split into two groups when they were approaching the astronomy tower. Then James found that a professor on night watch had grabbed a few students down. Their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. What they explained to the professors was that they accidentally hit each other.
The three hijackers recognized that it was a Gryffindor who was also eager to try, and two Slytherins who seemed to have had a problem with Bagshot. They also figured out that they were also very interested in Bagshot's secret.
"...What happened to them?" Wormtail trembled, "What kind of dark magic did Bagshot cast on them?"
"Maybe it's the confusion spell or the illusion potion, I don't know for sure," James said. "You're too scared, Peter. I believe our junior doesn't want to go to Azkaban for such a little thing. It's not worth the gain."
"Keep your voice down, the professors are coming!" Lupine reminded.
They huddled under the invisibility cloak vigilantly, clinging to the wall, waiting deftly for the professor to carry the students away. As they walked, they muttered why the observatory was so popular with students who went out at night recently.
When the professors walked away, they ran up the stairs. The closer, the feeling that is similar to the adventure is getting stronger and stronger, as if the Baza Saudi Arabia is a level, and the talents who pass the level have the ability.
Finally, they reached the door of the observatory at the top of the tower -that was a semi -open place, part of the room, and part of the ceiling. If the weather is good, look up at night, and you can see the night and the stars of the sky, and even if the stars are full of stars, even if you are stunned, and even if you are full of stars, and even if you look at the stars, even if you look at the stars, and even if you look at the stars, and even if you look at the stars, even if you look at the stars, even if you look at the stars, and even if you look at the stars, even if you look at the stars, and even if you look at the sky, even if you look at the sky, and even if you look at the sky, even if you look up, and even the stars, and even the stars, even if It is a cloudy night, and the magic of the wizard also creates a starlight as much as possible, creating a romantic atmosphere or a reference for students to learn.
The door was closed, but four people knew that, in general, this only requires a unlocking curse, and the locks of Hogwarts are not complicated. James took out the wand and read an Araho Dongkou, but the door locks remained motionless, indicating that the first trouble came -the door was locked by other curses, and maybe it was the kind of complicated. There must be a corresponding anti -curse. Only to unlock it.
"How dare he lock the door with this spell?" James wondered, "Once anyone finds this, he will know that someone is inside, or there must be a famous hall inside."
"That's because when the professor came, I would remove the spell on the door."
The boy's voice suddenly rang behind them. At the same time, the hidden clothes halfway on them were pulled away by a person. If it wasn't for James's eye disease, he quickly grabbed a corner, and the baby had reached the hands of others.
I don't know when Harry stood behind them and raised his eyebrows expressionlessly. Obviously, he was not very easy to speak now, and he even dragged the corner of the invisible clothes in his hand -but soon, he put this this this. The things have been released.
The tail tail screamed, and the end of the murder flashed in his head, Lupin was extremely embarrassed.
"Good evening, little Francis," James greeted him with a sense of consistent cheeky, "What are you doing here? Do you make a date with girls?"
Harry did not talk nonsense with him at all. The boy waved his wand at them, and a bang sounded on the door lock. A invisible force bounced them a few steps, and Harry made a 'please' to them. posture.
"I don't want to argue with you, leave here," Harry said decisively. "I need someone to stay here -please leave."
James's eyes turned.
"You have occupied this way, making everyone difficult," James said, "You must not know, the observatory is a dating sacred place."
"But it's not all right here," Harry's eyes don't blink, "I don't always have it here."
"OK," James said with a smile, "You have to graduate after all."
"It's only a few days." Harry inevitably conceded to his father, "But before my purpose was achieved, I would be exclusively here."
This was the first time he came to this era for the first time that was so rational and unreasonable.
"Okay, let's go back." Lupin was in a round field, "But Francis, don't attract the professor next time, okay? If you want to duel it for this, try not to deduct points, please?"
"That's because they refused to leave," Harry said expressionlessly, even a bit of aggressive taste, "I can only do this."
Alas, it's all people who travel at night, why not suffer each other? Lupin sighed. But he was not very embarrassed to ask the other party to think about his college.
"Okay, okay, let's go." James nodded in a good place, picked up the stealth clothes, and walked down with two friends, "Although I don’t know what you want to do, I wish you good luck, little little, little Francis. "
Harry smiled and said nothing. He watched them go downstairs, then disappeared silently, appeared on the observatory, holding the door to lock the door again, and put on the black cloak.
He didn't ask James, where did Sirius go?
"Well." He sighed.
To be honest, I have been waiting here for two days, which is really tired, but what can I do? This is not even the two nights of his two nights: one after another, there is no movement of the observatory at all.
Harry sat down, took advantage of the black night, changed his appearance back, quietly leaning back on a table, looking up at the night sky, with unknown expectations, continued to wait.
He kept a glass lamp in front of him, and sometimes he swayed to illuminate his true face, and even the cloak didn't dare to put on a hood. This was one of the reasons why he had to empty the audience early.
Harry hopes that Draco can find him as soon as he arrived ... at least don't recognize the wrong person.
He is him, and he is here.
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Sirius never found himself such a patient. After he and James handed over the invisible clothes, he rode a broom, hidden on the closed side of the tower, staring at the blurred back of Basas from the wall seam, almost staring for a whole night, his body was stiff. He even was seen by the professor several times, but the result he waited was that Baste faced him back, sitting quietly for a night, and even several times he had to tremble his eyelids, but Baste was not. He sat there and looked up at him and looked up at it. The sky is like waiting for meteor shower to be awake.
But in fact, nothing happened, and there was no second person.
Sirius could not see his face, but he saw his weird persistence.
This boy is not anxious or irritable. He looks just for a person alone, but looking up at the night sky, Sirius determines what he is eager for, what is waiting for, because a lonely person will not actively lined up actively. Others will only find a place that no one can find by themselves, and stay quietly.
But maybe Basa Arabia is different? Sirius's heart is talking about.
So one hour and hour, Sirius was waiting for the curiosity that was difficult to annihilate. He has not always peeped at the situation inside. Occasionally, he would take a break for a while, just glance at each time, so as not to be found by the vigilant boy -he was really a bit keen. Without a invisible clothes, Sirius believed that he had been discovered for a long time.
And when the sky faded the stars and the moon, when he started to brighten, he flew up to see the last time, and he found a little wrong.
In the dark, it is really difficult to find out without too much light, but it may be due to the light at the beginning of the light. Sirius looks at it through the gap and finds that Baste is sleepy. It became messy.
From the dawn, a person sleeping all night is of course sleepy, and he will lose a certain degree of vigilance.
Sirius had suspected him that at this moment, the ghosts turned around to bypass the back of the tower and flew to the side without the ceiling. He landed gently, still wearing a hidden clothes, riding a broom from behind, approaching the boy, and closer, the more he felt that the boy's hair was not right -like that, how could such a dark color show such a dark color. ? From this perspective, not only blonde, either black or brown.
Sirius's heart was pounding, and I felt that I could get the answer immediately. He slowly walked forward, stretched his neck, and stretched out one hand towards Bar Saudi's shoulder--
"I really didn't expect you to be such a person."
One hand grasped Sirius's hand to prevent him from going forward, and at the same time, there was a sarcasm sound behind him. A hateful voice of the cavity.
The top of the magic wand was on his head, and Sirius turned his head sharply. Seeing that the other boy wearing a black cloak was not known when he was standing behind him, he immediately took out his wand, but Forget behind him, his goal had been awakened suddenly, and he hugged his head and jumped panickedly on his head.
"-Sirius!"
"For a few hours, for this moment, you are really torturing yourself while torture and staring at you. Mr. Black, I find that I really underestimate your patience, but I am afraid that you can see everything -you can't see everything . "Sirius hadn't responded yet, and he read the spell conveniently for his convenience and coldly. Sirius couldn't even investigate the sirius.
"——Feng."
Draco said decisively.
Then he waved his wand again, stunned his future uncle, and threw it on the lawn below with the floating curse. Then he took off the cloak and looked at the goals he had been looking for.
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They thought they would say a lot when they met. Many, many words. Both are. Complaining, surprise, worry, and even scolding ...
But in fact, when Harry rubbed his eyes, with an unbelievable expression, while looking at Draco confusedly, Draco was silent for three seconds, chose to open his arm to the other party, and let the other party flutter fiercely He came up and held the other party.
—— Then he was almost unable to distinguish whether this was a dream. Harry died in his arms.
"... Draco?" Harry asked in his dreams, and even asked, "DR ... Draco? This is ..." This is ... "
"It's me," Draco said firmly, as if he was usually declared that he would always be correct, and there was no change in his tone. "Don't think you are dreaming -I just find you."
I said, I will definitely find you.
I did it.
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Harry: Almost dropped horse. Jpg
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I finally wrote to meet in the sleepy, I can sleep ah ... the computer of the magic capital is bright and dark, and I am too unfriendly to my eyes ...
I can't see the computer at the end, please temporarily forget the logic ... I don’t know if there is a bug ...
I went to see the Black Phoenix yesterday, um ... what do you say, forget him, forget it ... I have smelled the vulgar atmosphere in less than ten minutes in the opening ... ... Well, forget the plot of Black Phoenix, just remember the last minute, really.
PS: The collection is about 30,000. What celebration do you want?
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who casts [Mine]: Mangosteen 2; Mobei and 1 Snow in the sky;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
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