When a familiar 'pop' sound finally sounded in the house, Draco turned around suddenly, which made Harry tremble subconsciously - Draco was using a, how should I say, a method that he wanted to blow Harry's head off. She looked at him with a twisted expression.
In fact, the first second he saw Harry, Draco cast a silencing charm on the room to avoid disturbing the old Bathilda next door. After completing this action, he grabbed Harry by the collar, and the latter didn't even have time to cover his ears as a protective action.
"Harry Erik Xavier!!!" Draco wanted to make a hole in Harry's face. He grabbed Harry's collar and shook Harry's body crazily like a smoothie.
"Excuse me! You! Tell me! Where did you die in the past few hours!!"
"I can explain, I can explain!" Harry quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Say!!!" Draco yelled in a very high tone, and shook harder, as if he couldn't vent his anger unless he did this.
It seems that men in the voice-changing stage can still scream soprano. Harry thought inappropriately as he resigned himself to letting his ears suffer. He was able to get out of this state of being shaken like a shaker, but he felt that if he ran away now, something more terrible would happen here.
Don't tell me, he really missed this a little, 'Draco's scream' hadn't appeared for a long time.
"I'm going to—I—" Harry struggled to form words, "I'm going to look for—hey, neck, neck, Draco, cough!"
Draco reluctantly let go of his collar and tore off a button that was constricting his throat.
"explain!"
Three minutes later, a second question erupted in the room.
"You went to find your brother who is less than ten years old," Draco folded his arms and stared, "and then you left me waiting here for you alone for three hours?!"
He took out the two letters he received here and slapped them on Harry's chest.
"I even collected two letters for you while I was waiting for you!" Draco said angrily, "The person is missing! There is no note explaining the situation! And I can't ask your great-aunt, and she is not here You have ten tracking spells on your body, and you don’t have the ability to find someone with just a helmet like your father—"
"That's not a helmet..." Harry wanted to defend his high-tech, but the second half of his correction caught Draco's glare and he quickly swallowed it.
"——When I found out you weren't in Godric's Valley, oh, it felt so exciting!"
Draco yelled sarcastically as he paced back and forth in the room. His light blond hair had been messed up by him. Harry could tell how upset Draco was before he came back because he My best friend is really a person who cares about his image.
"At first I thought you were just doing some odd jobs, like exchanging snack recipes with the little girls in the valley." At this point, Draco glanced at him again with a knife-like look, and Harry shrank his head subconsciously, even though He didn't understand what was wrong with this behavior, but he felt guilty for no reason, "Or maybe you can practice your work somewhere in advance - I'm warning you, you don't have a medical license, don't always be a good person, the war hasn't started yet, Sheng Mang Ge’s beds are not full yet!”
"I've been looking for you in the valley for an hour, and waited for you in this room for three hours, simulating various possibilities -" Draco's voice rose and fell, trying to suppress his anger, "And you told me What am I doing—you brought food to visit your brother and just played with him for four hours."
Even though he had said so much, at this moment, Draco still looked at Harry as if he wanted to wring his neck.
"——And I, my lord, have spent these few hours constantly thinking about where you have been, whether your identity will be discovered, and whether you will even be caught by someone!" Draco gasped, Every word, spoken clearly and authentically, "Hell, you are a - how do you say that word - a powerful mutant, you can go wherever you want, and I am not worthy of knowing the whereabouts of my companions in this era, Oh yes, I only deserve to be here waiting for you to come back!"
When the rhetoric reached this level, no matter how guilty Harry was, he had to stop the momentum with his jaw-dropping jaws.
"That's not true!" He jumped on the spot to stop Draco's gushing momentum, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Really, Draco, don't think so, this matter is completely ——It’s all my fault! I’m sorry!”
Draco rolled his eyes: "Don't say that - how do I deserve an apology from our great good man Mr. Potter -"
So now I'm Mr. Potter again. Harry sighed inwardly. How annoying is the surname Potter that it always appears at times like this?
"I'm really - really - sorry," Harry clasped his hands and said sincerely, "I should go back and discuss it with you, but too many things happened today, and I - I," he hesitated Wondering what to say, "I think... I may have lost control a little bit."
Draco, who could barely stop his anger, stopped.
"Out of control?" he said bluntly, "Who are you talking about, you?"
Even though - even though, just now, Draco scolded Harry so much, in fact, in his impression, Harry was the most sensible person of his age that he had ever seen. There are very few times when he loses control, and even fewer times when he admits that he has lost control - probably because he has been able to read other people's minds since he was a child. Harry has an extremely rare and stable mentality that is beyond ordinary people. As a Ravenclaw, he He is also accustomed to considering everything he faces rationally. Unless things greatly exceed his understanding or greatly hurt his emotions, then losing control will generally not happen to him.
"Yeah, me." Harry sighed tiredly.
Draco dropped his cannibalistic expression and began to look Harry up and down.
"I thought you were playing with your -" Draco pointed at the empty picnic basket Harry was carrying, and then at his wrinkled shirt and his chest that seemed a little wet, "baby brother. Are you very happy? What's going on with your chest?"
"Peter put boiled water on his face and pretended it was tears," Harry said helplessly, "He didn't want me to leave."
Draco was also tired and sat down on the small bed that Bathilda had prepared for Harry. He glanced at Harry sideways, and the words that came out of his mouth began to change again: "Of course, who can let you go - you must have stayed with him for four hours based on your conscience and love, and he must love him." You, I wish I could leave you at his bedside - he can't let go of you."
His accent sounded sour, and Harry couldn't help but shudder.
"Can you stop talking like that?" Harry said, "You know I love my family, but that doesn't mean you are in my heart -"
"Of course I know he is your family," Draco said sourly, "otherwise you wouldn't have made me wait four hours for him."
"..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, and now he wanted to scratch his hair, "What I want to say is, this does not mean that you are not as important as him in my heart. Draco, don't interrupt me on purpose, you clearly know that you are important to me. How important it is!”
Draco pouted.
"——This cannot compensate for the bad experience I had to wait for four hours." He said, "You'd better give me some useful information to stall me."
"How can this be called prevarication?" Harry said dumbfounded, and sat down next to Draco, right next to him. He knew that Draco liked such small gestures of intimacy, which would make him calm down, "I am I'm telling you seriously. You don't know what I've been through today."
"This is what I should have said." Thinking about the suffocating 'tea time', Draco wanted to grind his teeth. "You don't know what I have gone through today."
"Hey, what have you experienced?" Harry asked a little strangely.
"Talk about you!" Draco yelled, and Harry had to step aside to avoid damaging his ears. Then he knocked on the table, and two objects placed in the wooden desk drawer flew over and landed in front of them. Draco glanced at it, not interested in "The Secret of Spells", but when he saw the brooch in the silver box, his eyes widened again.
"What the hell have you done," Draco said, and couldn't help but pick up the brooch and look at the two huge diamonds on it against the light. "How could the Grindelwald family give you such an expensive thing? You're not Did you say that the one in New Mengadri only provides you with necessities?”
"Of course the Grindelwald family wouldn't give me something like this." Harry wasn't happy about the value of the brooch at all. He just felt like it was a hot potato. "It was made by - I don't know, it might have been your cousin." Something like that, anyway, a Lestrange sent me a book and a brooch, telling me that I had won the favor of 'You Know Who That' is,' and that he valued me very much, and used this to express his goodwill."
"...What?" Draco couldn't understand the change of topic for a moment, "What cousin?"
"Your aunt is married to a Lestrange," Harry tried to explain the relationship. "I guess the Lestrange who brought the gift is his brother or something. He looks like he has graduated from Hogwarts. And, you said you Relatives and your relatives’ relatives are all——”
"Okay, he's either a Death Eater or a Death Eater reservist." Draco said expressionlessly, "Don't remind me of this. Okay, so here's the thing, you just stay here and 'you know Then who's further shown extraordinary enthusiasm for you?"
He was looking at the diamond brooch with admiration just now, but now he threw it on the table like mud. He also took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, curling his lips in disgust, as if the thing inlaid on it was not something that could be distinguished. Like expensive diamonds that buy a luxurious castle.
"What's worse," Harry felt a stomach ache as he recalled that scene, "when that Lestrange sent them, I was entertaining James and Sirius who came to visit me in the garden. It just so happened that - -Bathilda doesn't know about this yet, I haven't told her, but I think Dumbledore will always know."
"As far as I know, your father likes you very much," Draco looked at him hesitantly, "So, my uncle can't keep his mouth shut anymore?"
"What?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then quickly clarified, "No, no - Sirius's attitude was also very good, we did not have any conflict, he even gave me advice and told me to leave this matter to the Grindelwald family, because That's probably what 'You Know Who' was about."
"Then why did you lose control?" Draco said mercilessly. "No one did anything bad to hurt your heart. I thought you had a warm and peaceful afternoon."
Harry sighed softly again.
"It's because they are so good to me." Harry turned the pillow into a mirror and placed it on his knees. He lowered his head and looked at the beautiful face inside - out of missing his family, this mixed-race face was the most beautiful. When he first created it, he mixed quite a few shadows of his family members. For example, the outline of his eyes resembled that of Charles, and his face looked like a mixture of Peter and Wanda, plus his own, "It's so good." So much so that I couldn’t fully repay their kindness.”
This is a fake face that looks familiar, but actually doesn’t exist at all. Most people in this era have actually been showing good intentions towards this fake face.
"What we do with this identity in the future is not up to us at all," Harry said. "Or this identity will suddenly disappear, just like when he suddenly appeared. I watched James and Sirius being so good, like real Brother, I just remembered that I also have my own brother... So I suddenly thought of it and brought some food to see Peter. Peter was quite lonely when he was a child, so maybe he wanted you to tell me and let me see him when I have time. His reasons.”
Draco remembered that he had indeed said such a sentence, hummed, and motioned for him to continue.
"Suddenly appearing, winning their favor, and disappearing suddenly. They all regard me as a friend and treat me sincerely. This is good, of course it is good - but what can I repay them?" Harry threw the mirror away, no Knowing what expression he should make, he kicked off his shoes, sat on the bed, curled up his legs, and hugged them, "When Peter - I mean, the little one - when he pretended to cry with me, he asked me I was thinking before I stayed...Draco, what are we going to do when we leave? Is this a bit...irresponsible? Or too arrogant?"
Draco crossed his arms: "Are you trying to say that you won't be able to let go of your... parents?" When he said the word 'parents', he lowered his voice.
"I don't know what I should do," Harry wanted to say yes, but he felt that besides reluctance, there were other feelings mixed in with it. He patted his face, blinked, and thought slowly. Looking at his future, "I don't know what I should do, Draco - do you think it's better to stay away from them from now on?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Draco wrinkled his nose, suspecting that he was hallucinating, "You love your parents."
"I love it. But if this goes on, I'm just deceiving their feelings." Harry forced a smile and tilted his head, "We are just here for a mission. We should just be passers-by. Logically speaking, we shouldn't Have the right to interfere or something.”
"That's not called cheating on feelings," Draco corrected, "Unless you're pursuing your parents - that's called cheating on feelings."
Harry shuddered: "...I don't like this example."
"I don't understand," Draco stood up and paced in front of Harry, shaking his head and tapping his hands as he walked. This made him look like a strict examiner, "Listen, you and your little Are you happy being together, little brother?"
"Of course!" Harry said.
"Okay, let me change the question. Don't you want to get along well with parents you have never met?" Draco continued to ask angrily.
"Of course not." Harry lowered his fingers, "Every time James and Lily smile at me, I feel happy - very, very happy."
Then what's wrong with you to be troubled by this? Draco's lips moved, but he didn't say the words he often threw at Ron, because even if he was as mean as he was, he knew that if he said such words at this time, he would not even be a qualified friend. .
However, his eyes clearly showed that he did not fully understand Harry's complicated mentality.
"It's just that... I was really happy at the time," Harry tried hard to express his feelings. At this moment, he felt that he was really not a very good expressive person, "But after a while, the cooling-off period, you know , when I think of these happy moments, they are all from me...how should I say, shouldn't be there? Stolen? There is deception?"
Harry scratched his already untidy black hair and lowered his head.
"Think about what they will think after we leave," he murmured, "a friend who can never contact them again? Or, in other words, a person who has no concern for this friendship?"
Thinking about these speculations made him feel uncomfortable.
"So," Draco concluded uncertainly, "you're afraid that we'll hurt their feelings when we leave, and that they'll think bad things about you."
Harry hesitated, then nodded slightly.
"Maybe," he said, "maybe."
"…………"
Draco squinted at his friend next to him, and found that the cheerful aura that permeated the other person's body had completely disappeared, but just five minutes before the other person returned to this room, this aura was still there. To be honest, at this moment, the unfinished fire in his heart was igniting again because of Harry's bullshit; but at the same time, there was another feeling and feeling for Harry in his heart. The former impulses struggled with each other for a while, and finally that feeling made him choose the other plan.
Draco sighed loudly, rolled his eyes, and without refuting Harry's words, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a handful of Honeydukes lemon toffee and gave it to him.
"Eat candy?"
Harry gave him a shocked look: "...I thought you weren't the type to put sweets in your pocket."
"What do you think? I can do anything now," Draco said angrily, "Do you remember when I first met you? At that time, I had two people following me to help me carry my schoolbag. Half a month later I I stand beside your bed and tie my scarf and fur hat on you, and I have to drag you from the dormitory to the Quidditch pitch alone - are you going to eat or not?"
Harry was confused and sad, but when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Eat." He took the candies, peeled two and put them in his mouth.
Maybe it was the candy - he was a little happy again.
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My head is going bald.
To be honest, I just wanted to write a cool article at the beginning. I never expected that at this moment, I would revise it three or four times in order to figure out the plot.
I thought I could finish their private time in one chapter, face covering.
Sorry for being one day late, but maybe every other day is too forced for me otz, this chapter’s red envelope will make up for it.
Forgot to preview, next update will be on the 20th
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