After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

This grand ball was like a dream feast. Everyone's face was filled with brilliant smiles. Even the professors who were usually serious and rigid put aside their airs and fully enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation.

However, amidst the laughter and joy, a small accident happened.

I don’t know which mischievous “clever guy” secretly mixed some fragrant fruit wine into the beverage and juice table specially prepared for lower grade students.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the dance party was extremely lively, the music was melodious, and people were dancing to the rhythm. No one noticed the changes that were quietly happening at the juice table.

Just as everyone was immersed in the ocean of joy, a junior student curiously picked up a glass of juice and drank it all.

Not long after, the classmate's face gradually turned red, and then his steps became unsteady and he walked unsteadily, as if he was stepping on cotton.

You know, once wizards get drunk and go crazy, the scene is completely different from that of ordinary people.

Look, many little wizards who also drank the fruit wine by mistake waved their wands excitedly, and colorful lights flashed in the air, dazzling the eyes.

Fortunately, our clever Headmaster Dumbledore always kept his students in mind even when he was dancing with Grindelwald.

He noticed these students who were overly active after being drunk, stopped dancing immediately, and cast a spell at lightning speed, instantly stopping the little guys who were waving their wands around.

Facing this group of naughty children, Dumbledore did not reprimand them harshly, but instead gently reminded them in his usual gentle and kind voice.

"Children, if you feel you can't handle the alcohol, go to the side and rest for a while."

After saying that, he waved the wand in his hand, and with a light wave, all the wine on the table disappeared without a trace.

No one raised too many objections to this matter. After all, the situation this time was indeed caused by their momentary negligence.

The dance party was not affected at all by these little incidents and continued in full swing.

Although the dance floor was still crowded with people, and many dancers were swaying their bodies like a group of demons, Draco was keenly aware that many people were quietly slipping away from the crowd.

Recalling the events described in the book, his revered godfather should be carefully patrolling every corner of the campus at this time, not missing any place where there might be signs of premature love.

Draco couldn't help but look at Snape, who was sitting in a seat not far away. He saw that his face was calm and expressionless, but the faint aura of joy surrounding him was difficult to conceal.

Somehow, seeing this scene, Draco suddenly felt like laughing, so he really couldn't help but laugh out loud.

On the other hand, Harry's eyes never left Draco from beginning to end.

Even though he was slightly distracted by the shock of Gin's sudden appearance, forcing him to pay some attention to the interaction between Gin and Pansy, most of his attention was still firmly fixed on Draco.

To be fair, the ball was a bit boring for Harry and Draco.

Even though it has some special meaning, it lacks sufficient appeal and interest in other aspects.

Ever since they finished the first opening dance that they had to do as warriors, they had been standing quietly by, watching the lively scene on the dance floor with boredom.

Those who come and go are students who come to test on behalf of their families.

Extremely boring.

"What's wrong? Draco." Harry looked at Draco holding the juice with a blank look in his eyes. It took him a long time before he seemed to come back to his senses and smiled, which made him a little curious.

"Nothing." Draco replied softly.

He didn't want to discuss those topics with Harry in this place where everyone was watching and talking, and who knew if there were people around secretly watching them.

But Draco did have some urges in his heart.

Puppy love...does it count between him and Harry?

Draco turned his head and looked at Harry again, his eyes as bright and moving as the stars twinkling in the night sky.

Harry couldn't help but be startled. He felt as if a deer was running around in his chest, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

At this moment, Draco said, "Harry, do you want to go somewhere with me?" His voice seemed to carry some kind of magic that made it impossible for Harry to refuse.

"With great pleasure."

Harry answered almost automatically, with an eagerness that surprised even himself.

Hearing this, Draco's face broke into a brilliant smile, a smile that was unreserved and unbridled, as if the whole world became brighter because of his joy.

Draco reached out without hesitation and shook Harry's hand tightly.

In an instant, a strange magical power spread from their clasped hands.

Under the astonished gazes of those who were watching, the figures of the two gradually became blurred, and then they disappeared without a trace at the ball scene like a phantom.

This sudden change naturally attracted the attention of everyone present, but surprisingly, no one made any comments or raised any questions about it.

Everyone seemed to have tacitly chosen to remain silent, tacitly treating this scene as if it had never happened, and continued to immerse themselves in the joyful atmosphere of the dance party.

When Draco and Harry reappeared, they were already in a vast, boundless sea of flowers.

This sea of flowers is so magnificent that it seems like a fairyland in a dream, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

This place is called "the utopia of eternal isolation" and is a precious gift given to Draco by the world consciousness "Merlin".

In the eyes of outsiders, they seemed to have used the art of apparition to leave their original location in an instant, but in fact, they had simply arrived in another mysterious space.

In this wonderful place, all kinds of flowers are blooming in a riot of color, dazzling and gorgeous.

The vast sky, where pink and blue colors interweave, is like a beautiful painting, and the various pink petals flying in the sky are like a light and soft flower rain, fluttering down.

Harry and Draco stood quietly in the middle of the sea of flowers, their eyes meeting. While their gazes met, they still held each other's hands tightly, never letting go.

Everything around them no longer matters, only the sound of each other's heartbeats can be heard clearly, and each powerful beat is played in this peaceful sea of flowers.

"Godfather and the others will have a headache, right?" Harry said with a chuckle.

After all, at Hogwarts School, no one is allowed to perform Apparition at will. This is a rule that almost all teachers and students know and abide by.

However, in full view of everyone, they suddenly disappeared without a trace.

I believe that those with ulterior motives will certainly have many speculations and ideas about this.

However, Harry did not feel any regret about his decision at this moment.

He and Draco were still just teenagers, so what if they were a little headstrong now and then? Life was full of possibilities and adventures, so why bother with always following the rules?

"Who cares!" Draco narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly approached Harry.

As the distance between them grew closer, his forehead gently touched Harry's forehead, and the tips of their noses were almost touching.

Their auras merged together like two intertwined rivers, inseparable.

"Don't you want to be with me, Harry?" Draco's voice was filled with a subtle hint of teasing.

"No..." Harry sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to contain a thousand words.

He lowered his head slightly, slowly approached Draco, opened his lips slightly, and said in a somewhat unclear tone: "You know, I never meant that..." Before he finished speaking, he gradually dissipated in the intertwined breath of each other.

Draco's already slender figure was now completely obscured by Harry's tall body.

Harry's hot breath gently fell on Draco's skin, and his kisses were as fine and soft as raindrops, making Draco involuntarily let out a low moan.

He felt as if he was suffocating, but he couldn't bear to push away the young man in front of him who made his heart beat faster.

The love of young people is always so green and beautiful, just like the flowers that have just bloomed in early spring, tender and juicy.

At this moment, this pure emotion almost fills the entire space, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally let go of Draco reluctantly.

Neither of them spoke, they just hugged each other quietly, feeling each other's slightly rapid breathing gradually return to normal.

In this isolated fantasy land, their world only has each other in front of them, nothing else.

They sat quietly in the dreamlike and colorful sea of flowers, surrounded by fragrant aromas, and petals fell like snow with no end in sight.

Both of them had faint smiles on their faces as they happily shared some interesting things they observed in each other's lives.

At this moment, happiness and freedom seemed to become material and lingered around them.

The concept of time seems to exist here, but Draco can change the speed of time at will.

He waved his fingers gently, and the originally bright and dazzling daylight was instantly dyed into a gentle and charming sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the sea of flowers, covering each flower with a layer of light golden gauze. The whole scene is like a beautiful painting.

Draco turned slightly to the side and rested his head gently on Harry's broad shoulder.

His eyes, which were as bright as gems, were half-closed at this moment, revealing an expression of comfort and satisfaction, as he fully enjoyed this hard-earned peaceful time.

"Harry, do you like your life like this?" Draco's voice was as soft as a feather, slowly floating into Harry's ears.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, Draco, who has always been a little self-centered, suddenly became a little sentimental, and he felt an urge to ask Harry how he felt.

Hearing Draco's question, Harry turned his head and focused his eyes on Draco. In this world, nothing could be more important than the person in front of him.

"If Draco likes it, I like it too." Harry answered without hesitation, his tone firm.

For him, as long as he could be with Draco, no matter what kind of lifestyle he lived, it would be wonderful.

"If Draco gets tired of this kind of life one day, we can go traveling together after we graduate. If Draco gets tired of walking, we can find a corner where no one knows and stay for a while. It's okay."

Draco had never been one to stay in one place forever, and Harry knew that all too well.

But what did it matter? He would always be with Draco.

For Harry, as long as he can be with Draco, no matter what he does, he will be extremely happy.

Uncle Luke and Aunt Cissy can achieve immortality to a certain extent due to their powerful abilities.

As the saying goes, those who are capable should do more work. I think they shouldn't mind that Draco and I leave for a while... maybe?

Draco sat up slightly, looked up at Harry, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a faint smile, "So where are we going?"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Let's go somewhere where no one knows us. The seaside would be nice. We could build a small house and watch the sunrise and sunset every day."

Draco was also attracted by the scene Harry described, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Then we can even raise an owl and use it to occasionally communicate with everyone and let them know we're doing well."

They can live well wherever they go.

"Haha, that's right." Harry replied with a smile, then reached out and pinched Draco's nose.

"But I don't want them to find us too quickly. We want to live a life that belongs only to the two of us."

"It will take some time... I'm really looking forward to what will happen next." Draco muttered to himself, his eyes focused on the scene in front of him, but his hands did not stop moving. Instead, he played with Harry's hand seriously.

The hands were slender and powerful with distinct joints, and each finger seemed to contain endless power.

Compared to Draco's own slightly slender palm, Harry's hand was obviously more than a size larger, and could even easily wrap Draco's hand completely.

To Draco, Voldemort was just a tool.

Although the other party possessed powerful black magic skills and terrifying influence, in Draco's eyes, he was just a pawn to achieve his goals.

At this moment, Draco was more concerned about how to perform this final scene perfectly and make everything go smoothly according to plan.