"Let's solve one problem first." Draco said firmly after swallowing a mouthful of grilled chicken leg.
"What's the problem?" Harry put down the cup and said blankly.
"It's good that you were sorted into the right house by Dizzy Hat—"
"Draco, I'm warning you to watch your words. What do you think of Ravenclaw-"
"I'm not belittling Ravenclaw. I have always respected your academy, but you have to admit that you don't look like Ravenclaw in many ways - well, the topic is over - I don't want to have a stupid argument with you -"
"...Okay, it's over when you say it's over."
In the Room of Requirement, two boys sat among the trays on the floor, talking back and forth while picking up the dinner from the kitchen and started eating and drinking. In fact, according to their tutors, this approach is too sloppy and imageless, but whatever, many young people will inevitably overeat when they are in a good or bad mood, and so will the boys. It will be so. Moreover, they had been sleeping together all day, and now they were really hungry.
and. Just like a good mood can open a person's stomach, when they take the food, they feel like they can eat a cow, so the food is piled all over the plate, including everything from meat to soup to bread. There were all kinds of desserts, and Harry even began to reflect on whether he should save some midnight snacks for his father, godfather, Remus and other people who were accustomed to hanging out at night.
"Then let's bring the topic back to you, Draco." Harry got himself some fruit panna cotta, including orange, strawberry and cherry varieties. He felt the deliciousness of the seasonal fruits while asking, "What's--uh , oh, what’s our first question?”
"You're in Slytherin," Draco wiped his mouth with a tissue, looked at Harry from head to toe, and said critically, "You look quite like a Slytherin, and you dress like one, but in your behavior In manners and speech————”
His eyes turned to pity, as if Harry were his beloved clumsy puppy.
"——You tried your best, dear Harry," he said in a long tone, and deliberately made his tone soothing, gentle and sweet, but Harry shivered violently, "But some details are just——not effective enough. It’s not normal enough, which makes your godfather unable to restrain his curiosity and follow you to find out your little secret.”
Harry first felt nostalgic for this long-lost mocking sentence, and then shivered again at the description.
"What's wrong with me," he wondered, and let the Room of Requirement turn into a mirror wall to look at his fake face. "Obviously other Slytherins don't feel anything! Regulus, your uncle, doesn't feel anything either. !”
"That must be because my uncle thinks you are such a naive fool," Draco understood this logic very clearly, "Yes, once you do not touch other people's interests, they will tolerate you to a certain limit. , but," he smirked, suddenly reached out and grabbed Harry's face, and yelled at him loudly while pulling, since this place was soundproof anyway, "I assume you want to create another character instead of yourself?!! Who gave you the courage to enter Slytherin using someone else's identity! For your father's sake, you are not even proficient in lying!"
"It hurts!" Harry was about to burst into tears. "It hurts...it's my false identity provided by others! I think this is a good cover up! What's wrong?"
"A false identity might be good for your...magic level," Draco said pityingly, putting his hand down, "but not for anything else - I ask again, who gives it to you? It’s a bad idea—he must not know you, right?”
At least not as much as I understand you. Draco added mentally.
They joked around for a while and quickly filled their bellies together. After that, Draco mentioned the issue again, but this time in a more practical way.
"You said that your identity is the son of a squib from an ancient German family. According to you, most people will feel that they have got the truth after checking here. Yes, some self-righteous fools will be given such information. "Perfunctory," Draco analyzed with determination, "I don't care what your identity is, but you have too many flaws - you have no idea what the status of a squib's son is in the family, do you? You also don't understand Germany at all. If anyone asks you about what's going on over there, you'll quickly reveal your flaws, and I promise you—"
Draco stared at Harry and looked at the cookie that grew up in his father's arms from top to bottom, with a mocking expression on his face.
"...Draco, I think I behaved well!" Harry felt uncomfortable with this look and emphasized, "I'll say it again, in case you don't remember, your uncle and I are on good terms, if I behave suspiciously ——”
"That's because he is the second son." Draco pointed out this point mercilessly, "Harry, you don't understand. In a large pure-blood family, the eldest son, the heir, and the second son and other sons will receive a very different education. It's different, you are so careless about this! Haven't you noticed that although your godfather, my uncle, is a Gryffindor, he behaves extremely Slytherin many times. This is the result of deep-rooted education and a long-term environment! Even if I haven't met Regulus, I dare to say that he is still a little worse than his brother at this time."
Harry was speechless for a moment.
"...This is the first time I heard you say good things about Sirius," he said dryly, feeling that the relationship between Draco and Sirius, the uncle and nephew, seemed to have suddenly improved a lot after not seeing each other for such a long time, "I...so where on earth am I?" Isn’t that right? I didn’t even get dining etiquette wrong!”
Draco asked back: "You didn't make a mistake in dining etiquette, so you think you are right?"
Harry: "…………"
I feel that I have been despised by the bourgeoisie, but I just don’t say it.
But then again, Harry quite likes this atmosphere now - when getting along with Draco, he has to get used to his mouth that needs a beating, and he would rather endure this mouth that needs a beating every day than live a life without Draco. .
"Your expression, Harry," Draco sighed and patted Harry's face, "a happy child who grew up with love is absolutely inconsistent with the son of a squib in a pure-blood family! And since you have learned If you don't know Slytherin's style, don't force yourself to learn it! That would be even weirder."
"Squib's son... lives a miserable life? Maybe he also has a father who loves him and grew up in a family that loves him." Harry retorted.
Draco gently and skillfully spit out an example: "Naive - do you think Filch is happy? Do you think he really likes wizards like us? How do you think his legendary torture room came about? Even if he doesn't If you have the guts to do that, do you think he will love and care for his students?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth silently.
No, Filch never likes the students he patrols and captures every day with a lamp, because the students have something that he can't get in his entire life, which is the talent of magic; and without this talent, it is the reason why his life is so miserable. Most of the reasons, or the starting point, may not be known to others, but Ravenclaws know that Filch comes from a middle-class pure-blood wizard family, and when he was determined to be a squib, he was destined to become a marginalized member of the family, and the family The lowest status person.
It is difficult to create loving people in such an environment.
"The person who gave you this identity really doesn't know you well," Draco glanced at his mouth and concluded the matter, "This identity is not what you should look like - you are not suitable for this identity. You behave too much. If they want to continue digging, they will feel that there is some valuable information in it."
"...Of course he doesn't understand me," Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and decided to skip his poor performance and joked seriously, "You expect the Dark Lord to spend time thinking about life in Nurmengard, while How could a paratrooper know so much? No way, Draco."
"...Who?!" Draco was silent for a moment, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears, "Who are you talking about?!"
He grabbed Harry's collar and said eagerly: "Who are you talking about?!" and shook him a few times.
"That's the person you were thinking of," Harry hurriedly stabilized his head, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm going to vomit - you know, Draco, I landed directly in Nurmengard, I just I can turn to him for help!”
Draco cursed under his breath, with a complicated expression on his face. He cursed quietly and turned his head away, but this could not hide Harry's hearing and dynamic vision that were more sensitive than ordinary people, such as the word 'Felton'.
This reminded Harry of something.
"Draco, I remembered something that I think we should talk about."
Harry loosened his collar and coughed a few times to attract Draco's attention. His tone was still calm, and this attitude made Draco feel a little nervous, because it often meant that Harry wanted to talk to him seriously.
Sure enough, then, he saw a familiar object being taken out by Harry.
"Let me state it first, Draco," Harry said sincerely, placing the document that had followed him to this era and the letter that appeared later in front of them, "I have no regrets at all about being here - don't stare. I, we have to advance and retreat together, but I would rather it was me than you who came here first - but this thing," he lowered his head, pointed to the letter with Draco's name on it, and said softly, "I want …No, I mean, have you ever seen anything like this? It has your name on it.”
After saying that, he looked away from the letter, glanced at Draco, and found that the other man's expression instantly became no better than livid. It was a terrible expression, numb and stiff. At first glance, it seemed to be a painful expression, but upon second inspection, I found that the face was actually expressionless.
really. Harry thought. Draco wasn't ignorant about this.
He looked at Draco's expression, and for a moment he wished he could retract his words immediately so that Draco wouldn't suffer so much——
——Why bother asking this question now?
If answering this question wasn't very pleasant for Draco, then Harry could swallow the question now, stop mentioning anything about it, pretend that he didn't know about it, and the plan to return to the future would avoid him. After this problem, everything continued as usual, as long as Draco didn't suffer from it.
Yes, pain. As a telepath, Harry could smell the pain in Draco's heart. It was like a sticky potion, hard to swallow, sour and bitter, and like a thorn sticking there, not deep. , but it just hurts.
However, besides this protective mentality, there was another feeling in Harry's heart that required him to keep asking. It felt like reason, but also like his own obsession that was difficult to get rid of.
——It is foolish to always avoid talking about sensitive issues. You can share all secrets. Even if he refuses to tell in the end, you have to give it a try, like a brave Gryffindor!
——Look, Peter mustered up the courage to keep Wanda. Your relationship with Draco is not much worse than that of your twin brother and sister. He must have a secret in his heart. Draco is your best friend. You need--must. Need to find out what's going on.
In Harry's mind, the voice was convincing him over and over again.
Even though he might not tell me, do I need to give it a try? Harry asked himself, and got his answer.
——Yes, I need it.
"I can't see the entire content of the document clearly," Harry took a deep breath. After the excitement of meeting dissipated, reason controlled his behavior. He looked at Draco's face anxiously and carefully, and said tentatively, "Maybe... …At least you can tell me what it says.”
Don't be in a hurry, start with the content of the official document and work step by step. If he doesn't want to say it, just... don't say it. Harry said to himself mentally.
...Well, look, compared to Draco, my level of openness is limited.
Harry was mentally kicking himself because he just - just didn't dare to get to the point boldly.
Now was a good time for Draco to keep quiet about it or not, and for Harry to make his choice.
Harry made up his mind that if Draco was evasive about this, or said that he knew nothing about it, then Harry would also make up his mind to keep it vague and wait for the day when Draco would take the initiative to tell everything; and if Draco was going to say something, That's great. No matter what he has to say, Harry will sit here and listen carefully. No matter how weird or unimaginable the content is, he will not use 'ear plugs' for himself.
To be honest, before Draco arrived, Harry had been prepared to take on this matter with Draco - after all, life in Nurmengard was too leisurely, and there would be a lot of time for thinking and decision-making.
Draco glanced at Harry and was silent, but he picked up the letter. After seeing his name on it, he scanned it and put it down. Then he looked at the document again and picked it up to read, but This time it was shorter. In this short period of time, Harry stared nervously at his lowered side face, which was pale and expressionless, making Draco look like a cold stone statue.
Then, Harry saw Draco let out a long sigh, cursed 'Felton for causing trouble', raised his head, and his expression softened, which made Harry's heart sting suddenly, inexplicably. He didn't know where this feeling came from, maybe... maybe it was because he found that until now, he had been excluded and knew nothing about this matter.
"Does this have anything to do with Professor Felton?" Harry said in a voice that he could barely hear, "I mean, these files..."
Draco barely heard what he was saying, and then he realized that Harry's expression could not be more tense, a kind of tension that Harry didn't realize he had. Draco believed that Harry was trying to be relaxed and not come across as aggressive, but...
Harry Xavier is not a person who can really put on airs and maximize his acting skills, and those green eyes can reveal all his emotions. Looking at his eyes, you will know that he Whether it is concern or indifference, anger or joy, any beautiful and smart eyes in this world will always tell the truth on behalf of its owner.
"Of course he made it," Draco put down the letters and documents, staring at Harry closely while speaking in a tone that seemed irritable, trying to find something unusual in Harry's attitude and expression. Something, "This document was supposed to come to me as the task took effect, but since you are the executor, it came to you. I have a more detailed original there, which Felton left for me. If you want to see it, If so, I want—"
Original! So Draco has indeed always been aware of this matter, and it sounds like it happened quite early... Anyway, Harry couldn't imagine when Draco in the United States came into contact with this matter.
Just as he was thinking this, Draco's voice stopped suddenly. Harry was surprised. As soon as he raised his head, his face was pinched by Draco again, and he just ran into Draco's inexplicable smile. .
At this time, in this atmosphere, Draco suddenly laughed. Harry couldn't understand it at all and wanted to pry open his friend's head to see what he was thinking.
"I said - if you're not happy, don't pretend to be relaxed. You look even stupider than before, Harry," Draco said something that shocked Harry. He pinched Harry's face and turned it left and right. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the intense gaze made Harry tremble a little inexplicably, "At this time, I hope you will learn from Granger."
Draco licked his lips, suppressing the strange and secret excitement in his heart, and he was sure he had caught something.
"——Ask whatever you want, Harry, don't you Ravenclaws like to ask questions the most?"
"We are just exploring all the unknowns..." Harry's words were vague as his cheek was pinched, and he still tried to struggle, "I'm not unhappy. What did you do wrong, Draco——"
"You lied!" Draco said immediately and absolutely, his voice was more than a little higher, "You are just unhappy!"
He lowered his head, held Harry's face with his hands, looked eye to eye, forehead to forehead, as close as possible, just staring at him, "Look into my eyes, ha, I can tell in a second. You're lying, Harry—see, every time you lie, your eyes look up—"
Oh my god, this habit like Peter is really not good!
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, causing Draco to laugh uncontrollably.
"So after all, why are you laughing!" Harry took a few steps back, a little annoyed and helpless and said, "Draco!"
"I'm happy, I'm willing!" Draco pulled him back and accused him unreasonably, "Why don't you retreat? I don't want to eat a lying child!"
"What are you happy about?" Harry asked completely confused.
Draco blinked wildly at him a few times, then stretched out his arms towards him.
Harry felt that his head must have been filled with questions - but he resignedly threw himself into the arms of his best friend.
"Your expression tells me that when you are unhappy now, you don't understand how -" Draco thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be better to use less harsh words, "...excited."
"...Huh?" Harry felt even more puzzled.
Draco let go of him at this moment, and then he took out an object from his backpack. It was dark and small like a grape. He tapped it with his wand to enlarge it. Only then did Harry realize that it was in Draco's handbag. There was a small cabinet with several layers of drawers on the table that had been there for at least a few months.
"This seems to be you..." Harry recalled his impression of it, "...the cabinet where the love letters are kept?"
Draco's face suddenly turned livid again.
"Forget about that damn love letter!" he said angrily, "There was never a love letter! What did your brains get fed to? This is the cabinet I use to keep these things!"
He opened the largest drawer and with a flick of his wand, a similar document flew out automatically. At the same time, a document made of printing paper also flew out and was placed next to the parchment document. ——Draco put them all in front of Harry, and it was obvious that Draco was at least planning to confess something.
But that's not all, Draco opened another drawer, and Harry carefully poked his head around and found a layer of messy notes and letters.
"What are these?" Harry asked cautiously instead of flipping them over rashly.
"It's all Felton's stuff," Draco glanced at him. "He left everything to me, and I sorted it out. Apart from documents, some of them are messages he wrote casually, and some were written to someone. stuff, as well as the spells he studied himself."
——Then why did Professor Felton leave this kind of thing to you?
Looking at these 'private' things, Harry opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but found it a bit difficult to ask. Putting aside the matter of time travel, who does Professor Felton leave these to and what does it have to do with him? Why should he confidently inquire about everything?
"Ask whatever you want, Harry."
Draco held Harry's hand, not smiling, numb or expressionless. He stared at Harry, the person he swore he would never leave again, and he wished he could slap him in the face several times.
"Hiding something can lead to worse things," he said with a sneer, for his own sake, "I didn't realize that until I watched you disappear."
Harry quickly tried to say it wasn't his fault, but Draco put a finger in front of his lips.
"So that day I swore to anything I could, including Merlin and God. I even wanted to make an unbreakable oath," Draco said unhurriedly, but Harry could feel it. He held his hand and slowly tightened it, for fear that he wouldn't be able to grasp anything. "I regret it very much. I swear I will never hide it from you again in the name of 'for your own good'." ——If it’s something you want to know, I’ll tell you anything, anything, as long as I can…find you.”
His voice became lower and lower, and Harry felt extremely sad listening to it.
Draco twitched at Harry and said jokingly:
"I really shouldn't have scolded you in the first place, Harry - now, I have become the kind of person who made mistakes in the name of 'for your own good'. My uncle said at first that I was really right and I just deserved a beating. .”
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This is the update on June 25th, but it was accidentally too early in the morning. Because I wrote this chapter very carefully, I deleted it for a long time, and I was embarrassed.
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