"If you don't open your eyes from now on, he will cry his eyes into walnuts for you at Hogwarts, and then do the same when the next person leaves him. No one tells him how to become a brave person. When things happen, he will He is at a loss and does everything badly, but others are at the bottom. He will become a person who is useless even if he does not leave his last name. Under the evil forces, even a gust of wind can frighten him and turn him pale, and you can even use a knife. If it was handed to him, he would not dare to stab anyone to death, even if it was just a person who was destined to die, he would not dare to bear the debt of life."
When Harry spoke this long series of words based on his extraordinary memory, Draco almost turned himself into a statue.
"W-Who told you?" He asked stiffly and with a sullen expression, feeling annoyed by certain parts of this sentence. "It sounds like Felton's tone."
"That's what Professor Felton said." Seeing how stiff he was, Harry tried to lighten the mood. "He accused me and others of pampering you and preventing you from, how should I put it, preventing you from growing up. Then he said these things about you. That’s the kind of person he is.”
Draco's face finally turned rosy - angry.
"What qualifications does he have-" He was so angry that he couldn't speak, "Speak to me!"
After saying that, he poked Harry's chest with his finger and accused, "You just want to watch him demote me to a level that is worth less than a galleon?"
"I refuted it, I refuted it!" Harry quickly raised his hands to show his position, "I said, 'You are definitely not talking about Draco. I don't think he is similar to the person you mentioned at all.', and then listed The many examples of you saving me, as well as what happened at that time, are almost irrefutable evidence - you mustered up the courage and desperately saved my life, which proves that you and he are not the same person!"
He said sincerely: "You are my hero, Draco, you are not who you say you are!"
Draco's anger immediately disappeared silently like a sugar cube melting into milk.
"That's pretty much it." He stared at Harry, barely able to hide the satisfaction in his voice, "It's just that I'm not very satisfied with the word 'hero' - it sounds too lion-like."
"I think Professor Felton may just be afraid that you will become like that. After all, according to the information we have, the person he is talking about is his former self." Harry paused, "To be honest, I can't imagine Felton Professors used to be like that.”
Then, he asked Draco: "In your eyes, what kind of person is Felton? Draco?"
As soon as he said these words, Harry could feel Draco's joyful mood suddenly coming to an end. It was so ups and downs that Harry almost jumped - did I ask the wrong question?
"I hate him." Draco's expression returned to expressionless again, "It's very annoying. From his love of finding faults with me to his endless belittling of me, to his air of being aloof, knowing everything, and treating others like idiots. , I hate everything, as if he is so great, hiding everything, and playing with me like a chess piece," he said sharply, "I am a human being, not a chess piece in his hands, nor did he raise me. As a game pet, I can choose what kind of person I want to be. I don’t need him to hold me in his hand and ‘point’ me, so I can do better than him!”
"Um, are you just being angry or do you really mean it?" Harry didn't expect to hear such a comment.
"I'm telling the truth," Draco said coldly, "No Slytherin, not even a single person would accept his attitude. If he wants to save the people he wants to save, go ahead and save them; if he wants to do something good, do it. If it's a bad thing, then go for it, I don't have a problem with it, it has nothing to do with me - but I hate that he relies on his established impression to evaluate me, and relies on his 'future' impression to evaluate me, and for the sake of 'polishing' Are you trying to tease me? Even if he is my father, I still have the right to hate him!!"
But as someone who has the same starting point in life, Draco thought angrily, I do pity him, but this does not conflict with my hating him!
This is an extremely personal statement.
"Don't be like this," Harry said with a twitching corner of his mouth, "You are different to Professor Felton - otherwise why would he spend such energy on you? He cares about me, maybe for the task or something, he cares about you, What does that mean? He really wants you to get better and he cares about you."
Maybe, Draco is... the one Professor Felton loves. Harry couldn't help but think of this. He felt that it was very reasonable, but also felt that it was heavy and made him feel a little breathless.
"Oh, maybe he 'hopes' that way," Draco emphasized the word, "but just because a person does good things doesn't mean he's not annoying. I think he's quite happy for others to dislike him."
He looked at Harry again and blinked slowly.
"Only one person was surprised. He didn't want that person to hate him, nor did he want that person to be hurt by his attitude. He was like a burning fire to me, forcing me to burn away the parts he didn't want; For others, he goes around casually and leaves when nothing happens. There is only one person, and he hopes that everything will be fine for that person, no matter what he pays for it, it doesn't matter."
Draco stretched out his hand and tapped Harry's heart with one finger. Looking at this smart, but in some ways, dull guy, he felt very complicated.
When everyone is maturing precociously, you are so naive and slow! Why! Why do you have a face that looks innocent to everyone?
Harry was poked: "…………???"
"You still don't know why Felton treats you differently, right?" He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "You think he just wants to get close to you and get involved with your family and that's it. ? Do you think his thoughtfulness is just an ordinary attitude towards students? No, Harry, he is not so free!"
Harry was a little tickled by his breath, but his heart almost skipped a beat when he heard these words, because Draco's hint was obvious, and he immediately said something that stunned Harry.
"Felton calls the person he cares about Potter," Draco whispered in his ear word by word, "I'm not talking about you, Harry, but that person is indeed called - Harry - Potter."
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When Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office from the fireplace, he found the boy he had brought from Nurmengard sitting on the sofa in a daze. No, it would not be accurate to say that he was completely in a daze. His pet Fox was being held docilely in the boy's arms, chirping, enjoying the comfort of having his head, neck and feathers caressed by someone's palms. It didn't look like that at all. A phoenix, but a cat or something.
But the boy who was petting him was staring at something unconsciously, obviously in a daze. It seemed that petting Fox was an act of seeking comfort, just like girls petting pets.
"Oh, Francis." Dumbledore looked at the boy quietly for a few seconds, and found that he was unaware, so he reminded him kindly, "Child? Are you okay?"
The boy didn't respond until Dumbledore walked over and patted him on the shoulder, which made him jump up.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!" The boy blushed because of shyness, "Sorry, I-I didn't notice-"
"Oh, I think it's not that uncommon for an old man. After all, as he gets older, his voice is not particularly powerful and it is not easy to be noticed. This is inevitable," Dumbledore patted the boy's shoulder kindly and signaled. He sat down and tapped the table with his wand. Puffs and milk tea immediately appeared on the table, "But maybe you can satisfy an old man's curiosity? Francis? After all, it's not too early now. If it's later, you'll have to go back to bed." Yes, kid."
He looked at the big red bird that was comfortably held in his arms and joked: "Fox seems to appreciate your service to him."
"Well, oh, it's an honor to serve it." Harry said as he put Fawkes in his arms back on the shelf, "I came to you to ask for leave. Starting tomorrow, sir - it's the same as last time - By the way, let me tell you one more thing. By the way, sir, if you eat sweets at this late hour, you will get tooth decay." He reminded in a low voice.
Dumbledore is worthy of being Dumbledore. Hearing the student remind him of tooth decay, he still smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me, child. What do you want to tell me?"
"War." Harry said, "Last time I went home, I found that the Muggle world was in the middle of a war. Whether it was military competition between countries or something else, it was very chaotic. I think you need to know this, Soon, school will be on vacation and all Muggle-born students will have to go home."
"Take your time, boy - did you ask for information," Dumbledore agreed in no hurry, "or did you see something?"
"I don't think this can be called luck, sir," Harry said with a bitter smile, half-seriously, "As far as I know, some people have been taken away - the people taken away may not be wizards, but wizards There is a difference between being a gifted person and a human being. I doubt the outcome for the missing people is good... I'm not saying we have to be against Muggles or anything, absolutely not, sir, but you know, individuals It cannot represent the collective, and individual thoughts will not give in easily. You have to believe me, sir, there will always be people who disregard laws and policies, have sinister intentions, and do things that harm others."
Thinking about his identity, Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Such a speech with such a last name always made him a little embarrassed in front of Dumbledore, but he felt that such a reminder was necessary, especially after Draco told him about this. After something happened, he was particularly worried that the laboratory's claws would extend to other places - not to mention, his mother, Lily, was still living in his grandfather's house, which was a normal human neighborhood, just like her. more students.
Harry really hoped that Dumbledore could figure out some way to keep the students safe. Even if he became Lily's stalker, or incited his father to do evil things related to destroying the laboratory, he couldn't guarantee that everything would go smoothly, could he?
"To tell you the truth, I also have Muggle-born friends," Harry said. "I don't want them to disappear unconsciously into ordinary neighborhoods where wizards can't see them, so I can only come to you to report this matter."
Hearing this, Dumbledore's expression became serious. Even though Harry spoke very briefly, he still understood what the boy meant. He nodded, indicating that he was clear, and poured Harry a cup of tea, indicating that he would take a sip of tea and calm down: "I understand, I understand - don't be anxious, Francis, don't be afraid." He said gently, " Of course I believe in you, kid, no matter what your last name is, you are my student and I know what kind of person you are."
Even after hearing such a thing, his face did not show any signs of losing his composure. Instead, he was very calm. Harry had to admire such poise - even though for someone with a three-digit age, this was the poise he should have.
"Of course I understand the seriousness of this matter," Dumbledore said gently. "I swear to you, as the headmaster, I will definitely do something to prevent and investigate this matter - go to sleep, Francis. However, I'm glad you noticed this and reported it to me," he winked at the boy, "Twenty points to Slytherin."
Seeing the way he blinked, Harry couldn't help but feel dumb again, thinking of his 'Headmaster Dumbledore'.
Dumbledore half-coaxed and half-persuaded the boy to get some more puffs for a midnight snack before sending him out and looking at the wall - the wall of the principal's office was full of portraits. Generally speaking, these principals They would do their own things, take a nap, visit each other or do nothing. Just like just now, they all looked like they were asleep, but now they opened their eyes in high spirits and watched the boy go out and close the door. Then Dumbledore turned back to look at them, obviously noticing that they were pretending to sleep.
"A good boy, isn't he?" Dumbledore spoke to the portraits normally. "He has a good heart."
"Maybe not extremely smart, but he is very alert." A witch wearing reading glasses spoke slowly in the portrait, "He just doesn't know how to speak - you can't tell he is a Grindelwald with this eloquence."
"It doesn't look like a Slytherin." An old Slytherin headmaster said critically. If Harry were here, he would find that there is also a frame of his picture in the Black family. "If it weren't you sitting here, Albus, his His words will definitely cause problems and he is not careful."
"Maybe it's because the person he wants to advise is me," Dumbledore took off his glasses, showing a little tiredness, "that's why he didn't hold anything back. As a Slytherin, he is already cautious enough. Anything more would be not Francis. He’s an open-minded kid and I don’t have to worry about him taking a detour.”
"He will indeed be the kind of student you like," a kindly bearded wizard said with a smile, "but it's hard to imagine that you brought him back from Numengadri under the entrustment of everyone. , are you sure his last name is Grindelwald?"
"People are born different. Even within a family, there are always different people and different ideas. There is also a Sirius Black in the Black family." The other principal still looked middle-aged. He was typing in the picture frame. Yawning, regardless of the fact that one of his descendants was shot in the knee and cast an angry look at him. He is of mixed-race origin and has a more open-minded mind. "It is not impossible for the Grindelwald family to have a white wizard. The last name is It doesn’t mean everything.”
"No matter what his surname is," Dumbledore was not moved by these comments and smiled calmly, "Since my old friend has delivered him into my hands and told me that his surname is Grindelwald and that he is his nephew, let me take him in. As a student at Hogwarts, I will take good care of him and treat him as a student and my nephew."
He returned to his desk, pulled out a piece of parchment, and while preparing to write a letter to the Muggle Prime Minister, he said:
"I gotta say, though, the kid did foresee some trouble."
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Not long after leaving the principal's office, Harry once again fell into a state of wandering eyes and almost empty spirit. If Draco hadn't been waiting outside and followed him silently, he would have stepped on the air and was forced to fly up. Choose a path with a broken head and a bloody head.
"Be careful!" Draco grabbed him, whispered in his ear, and shook him hard, "Wake up!"
"Ah - oh, oh, Draco," Harry could barely retract the leg he stepped out of. He was in a daze for a long time before showing an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I was distracted."
That dazed expression was like a sharp knife, piercing Draco's heart.
"If I knew you wouldn't be able to walk steadily," he said through gritted teeth and leaned into Harry's ear, "I would never have told you those things today! At least walk well, Harry, I don't want anyone to see you. The corners of your clothes are floating up by themselves, and that’s because I have to hold on to your clothes so that you can walk properly!”
"...It's quite normal for clothes in the wizarding world to float by themselves." Harry said a little vaguely, looking at the empty first floor under the stairs, and twitching his lips, "I don't think that's weird, the stairs at Hogwarts are much weirder. .”
Draco had a stinking look on his face, stretched out his hand and patted his face, snapping: "I think it's you who looks weird - at least don't look like a wanderer on your face! You don't look like a Slytherin!"
"You said before that I should go into Slytherin." Harry smiled, but Draco could read the reluctance in it.
Draco expressionlessly pulled him away from the stairs, lest the careless guy miss another step. I looked around and found that fortunately, very few students had not returned to the lounge at this time.
"Let's do this," Draco said, "You have taken a leave of absence anyway. You go to your father first to calm down."
Of course Harry liked the idea, and he agreed as he walked forward. However, after walking down a corridor, he realized that Draco's choice of words was wrong.
"Me?" It was rare for Harry to be so late-minded. He stared in surprise, stopped, turned his head, and asked Draco, "Isn't it us?"
"I always have to check on Slytherin for you." Draco said something unclear, "It's just right, let's test it out."
After saying that, he reached out and pulled out a piece of Harry's hair, which was shiny and golden. Then he took out a test tube and showed Harry the thick and sticky liquid inside.
"Polyjuice Potion?" Harry said in surprise, "But... this, I am fake like this. Is this useful?"
Draco said nonchalantly, "We've gotta try it-"
After saying that, he put his hair into the polyjuice potion. Under Harry's worried gaze, he gritted his teeth and drank the thick, horrible-tasting potion. Then his face turned blue and purple for a moment, His facial features began to dislocate, and his bones began to make strange rattling sounds.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled down Draco's hood and leaned over to look at him. Although Draco's facial features were indeed becoming a little bit colder, judging from his expression, he was obviously in great pain during this process. , green and purple, and rattling all over. Just looking at his pained face, Harry's head banged and he instantly stopped. Judging from his medical knowledge, this was obviously not a normal reaction! A tube of Polyjuice Potion like this shouldn't have only this little effect!
He panicked all of a sudden. He forgot what he had just been distracted by and focused on checking Draco's situation. He held his wand and threw a checking charm.
"Draco...Draco! There must be something wrong - we have to go to the hospital wing!" Seeing that the examination color displayed on the tip of the wand turned an unpleasant orange, Harry hurriedly grabbed Draco's arm. Walking to the hospital wing, after just a few steps, I remembered something again, pulled out my wand and said to Draco, "Be patient - let's spit out all these potions first!"
Draco's face turned even worse when he heard the word 'spit out': "No...I don't want...just...here..."
Putting aside the fact that he has a certain amount of mysophobia, why would he just vomit all over the place here? This is beneath his dignity!
Harry ignored Draco's cleanliness and dignity and pointed his wand directly at him, recited a vomiting spell, pressed his back, and immediately made him spit out all the residue of the potion.
Then, Harry waved his wand and cleaned the ground. He looked at Draco, whose legs were weak, and the stairs. After thinking for a while, he cast an ignore spell, put on the black cloak himself, and put his arm around Draco's shoulders. , holding his arm, disappeared into the corridor with a bang.
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After Draco felt dizzy for a while, his feet landed on the ground and his vision went dark. But when he lay on the bed in the hospital wing with confused thoughts, and opened his eyes again, Madam Pomfrey's much younger face was squinting above him. , complaining something, and when he was startled and wanted to move, a hand suppressed him.
He barely opened his eyes - to be honest, his whole face was aching - and could only see Harry standing to the side, making a 'shh' gesture to him, and this man was still pretending to be weak. voice, talking to Madam Pomfrey, saying flattering words, while Madam Pomfrey, as if she didn't see, was staring at him instead of talking to Harry's face.
It's like there's no such person beside the bed.
[Hush,] Harry's voice went directly to his mind, [Mrs. Pomfrey still thinks she's nagging only to me. 】
Oh, mutant powers. Draco immediately understood where this was coming from.
Madam Pomfrey didn't realize that the two boys were communicating in her mind. She just checked the situation, asked for the test tube containing the potion, looked at the little remaining potion, and muttered that she was going to find Professor Slughorn. After looking at what the problem was, he brought a bottle of demulcent over, cast some healing spells on Draco, gave him a cup of demulcent, and asked him to hold the bezoar in his mouth, and so on. , Draco finally felt better, and his face and bones no longer continued to hurt.
"If you brewed the Polyjuice Potion correctly, there would be a burning sensation in your stomach that would spread throughout your body, or you would feel a melting sensation inside your body, kid," Madam Pomfrey complained, "but you say you have hair all over your body. Pain - I really don't know where you went wrong. Today's students are always trying blindly. You are only in the third grade, is it too early to try this yourself? Polyjuice is an advanced course, even for old Slughorn, I will also tell you that experimental products that are uncertain cannot be tasted easily."
Harry accepted all these nagging words that had not changed for nearly twenty years, made a scene of 'Francis nodding her head honestly on the bed', and helped Draco, who was rolling his eyes on the bed, to block out some of it... and just like that ten years passed. Minutes later, Madam Pomfrey confirmed that the boy's condition was relatively stable, then stood up and left, knocking on Slughorn's door to ask him for some more demulcent medication.
After watching this respectable lady leave, Harry looked around, sat on the chair next to Draco's bed, took out his wand with a worried look on his face, and cast a few more relaxing spells he knew. To calm down the nausea caused by Draco's almost vomiting his stomach, he took out a puff and took a bite himself.
"I almost puked my stomach out," Draco yelled feebly, "And you eat puffs? Just tell me if you want to piss me off."
"I'm so panicked," Harry turned pale and shook his head, "If I don't eat something sweet to calm my mood, I'm afraid that I can't control my abilities well - what if Madam Pomfrey comes in later? I want to Try to stay calm, Draco."
His recent performance has not been stable, and he can easily change with his mood. If Madam Pomfrey sees an unknown person appear here... Once she knows that there is such a stranger in the castle, then Principal Dumbledore will also know. .
Draco was about to say something more when Harry made another 'shhh' gesture and moved to the other side. Draco could tell that he was standing as far to the side as possible.
【somebody is coming. 】
[Why are you standing? You can come to the bed. 】
【ah? What? 】
[Get on the bed you idiot so you don't crowd anyone! No one would just sit down on the bed! 】
Harry slapped his head and climbed neatly onto the bed from the other side, while Draco skillfully made room for him. To be honest, the single bed was a bit crowded for two growing boys. However, Draco skillfully turned his body a little to accommodate Harry, who was also turning his side, so that one of them would not easily fall out. .
The footsteps gradually approached, and the sound of a quarrel came from far to near. It was extremely chaotic, and among these sounds, the girl's voice was particularly obvious.
"...You four are besieging me and Severus, no, he is alone. How is this fair? Do you mean that you are allowed to take care of each other, defend and attack for your friends, and I can't help you?" Friends? What kind of truth is this? Tell me, Potter!"
"Lily, listen to me, these are rules and chivalry. Our fight will never involve girls -"
"Oh, let your chivalry go to Merlin, Potter, a knight's duel is one-on-one!"
"Lily, I strongly suggest you save your words, because you absolutely cannot understand the self-righteous spirit of some people, because that is behavior that no one with a little sense can do -"
"Oh, shut your mouth, Snotlout, it's James talking to Lily!"
With a swipe sound, Draco noticed that Harry's hand stretched out in less than a second, and closed the curtain so quickly that the naked eye could not detect it. Then the man covered his head with the quilt, and The lower part shrank into a ball.
Draco: "...What are you doing?"
"I'm pretending that I didn't hear anything," Harry whispered righteously, "It's better to pretend that I don't know anything. I think this is also a kind of... a kind of respect! Listen to me and don't pull it. Go watch! You will regret it!"
The more he said this, the more curious Draco became, especially the girl's voice, who called 'Severus', and judging from the mean words that followed, it was his godfather.
Even the most well-behaved and cautious person in the world cannot prevent such a moment - as if he has been touched by the devil. He just can't restrain the hand that opens Pandora's box and wants to touch things that he shouldn't touch. moment, after all, curiosity killed the cat.
Draco narrowed his eyes slightly to focus his somewhat blurry vision, then he fumbled for his wand, cast an Ignore Charm with the bed attendant, then opened a gap and peeked out quietly.
I saw five boys and one girl running in at the door of the medical wing. The lights in the medical wing were very dim, but enough to illuminate their faces. Not to mention the other people, the face of one of the boys. , because it developed early and started to look like a youth, but for Draco, this was simply a nightmare, and the memory was profound. Except for the pair of green eyes in the impression of the only girl's face, that face It was exactly the same as a certain portrait; and when he looked around again, his uncle's appearance was clearly distinguishable, even if it was painted over, he looked extremely embarrassed.
Looking back, Draco finally knew why the girl was yelling so loudly: a young man with a gloomy face and older, ill-fitting robes was dragged in. The reason why he said he was dragged in was because his hair changed strangely. The long hair of the old man was tangled with other long strands of hair, so he was not counted as walking in, but was pulled in by another strand of hair, and this hair seemed to be unruly and twisted around. Go, as if there is life.
And if we want to further explore who the multiple strands of hair are tied into a knot, we can't tell for a while - the person must be Harry's father, his uncle, and maybe the young Lupin, the three boys. The hair all contributes its own part to this huge knot, and there is a little bit of red hair in this brown and black knot.
"Ah! Lily's hair has traces of being cut!"
While Draco was watching this wonderful scene, Harry poked out from under his elbow and exclaimed in a low voice: "What happened to them? Lily was actually involved - Professor Snape didn't fight James." Come in?"
Draco: "…………Is this what you said, respect?"
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I’m really sorry for waiting so long! Because it’s really stuck! I delete, delete, and modify to two or three o'clock every day, but I'm still not satisfied. I can't just send it out and make changes...
So I’m sending red envelopes to everyone, and everyone is enthusiastically leaving messages. There are two chapters, as of July 2nd! (Previously, hand cancer was written as June otz)
Writing is like playing chess. Only by being cautious can you make moves. We must learn from Xiao Wang and be patient.jpg
Thank you all for waiting, please enjoy watching it! I have been touching the keyboard for several days, so I went to Jiansan to see the scenery and relax... Speaking of which, I suspect that even if the five small secret realms are not changed in the new season, I will get lost to the end of the world... Well... I shed tears. Full face
