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

Is Draco ambitious? There's no doubt about it.

As the child of two ambitious people and the dazzling little prince of Slytherin, he naturally enjoys a life of being the center of attention.

In the eyes of everyone, Draco looks so simple, beautiful and naive.

But in fact, everything that happened was under his precise control.

At first, perhaps even Draco himself did not realize why he acted this way. It was just an instinctive reaction.

But as his memory returned, he roughly understood.

He could not tolerate, could not tolerate himself and those he loved deeply being manipulated and controlled by so-called "fate"; even more difficult was it to accept the hundreds and thousands of forced corrections of so-called "fate".

He wants to take everything into his own hands.

Yes, that's all...

The world was supposed to revolve around Draco Malfoy, wasn't it?

Harry gently raised his hand and gently stroked Draco's fair forehead, then slowly leaned down and placed a feather-soft kiss on his forehead.

This kiss was filled with endless love and pity, "Whatever Draco wants, I will give you."

Harry's words seemed to contain some deep meaning that was hard to grasp. It was like a promise and also like a riddle.

At this time, the night grew darker, like a huge piece of black silk covering the earth.

The stars twinkle in the vast night sky, like dazzling gems inlaid there.

Harry and Draco hugged each other tightly, lying in the middle of the sea of flowers. They were surrounded by colorful flowers. The breeze blew, and the branches swayed gently, emitting bursts of charming fragrance, as if forming the most natural and softest layer of protection.

Here, there is no noise and disturbance from the outside world, only the pure and sincere feelings between Harry and Draco.

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The Winter Dance Party seems to be a catalyst for love, and we won’t talk about how many pairs of lovers it has brought together.

Everyone was still immersed in the excitement of the dance party, and in a blink of an eye, the highly anticipated third game was quietly approaching.

In stark contrast to Beauxbatons' secretive style of doing things, the third game organized by Durmstrang was carried out with great fanfare and momentum.

The huge and mysterious maze is under construction in full swing, and the entire project has no intention of hiding from the public.

Although the wall made of thick and tall vines is like an indestructible barrier, it hides the scene inside tightly, making it impossible for people to peek into the secrets inside.

However, the magical animals that were continuously transported in found it difficult to hide their whereabouts, and many of them fell into the students' keen sight.

In this way, everyone has a general idea of the situation of this game.

Draco and Harry were naturally not immune, and they often encountered classmates who came to them in a roundabout way to reveal so-called "inside information".

Faced with everyone's enthusiasm, Harry and Draco appeared skeptical on the surface, but in their hearts, they couldn't help feeling helpless.

The importance of this game is self-evident. Any slight disturbance may affect the final result, and it is difficult for them to stop everyone's enthusiasm and goodwill.

As the match date drew closer, Harry and Draco became the focus of everyone's attention in the Slytherin College common room as soon as they appeared.

A large group of enthusiastic classmates surrounded them, chattering and sharing all the rumors they had heard about the third game.

Some said the maze was filled with deadly traps; others described in vivid detail terrifying monsters never before seen; and some even claimed to have discovered the key to winning the game...

For a while, there were many different opinions and it was very lively.

In addition to the little snakes, there were also some little badgers and little lions that had somehow sneaked in.

Theodore stood aside, frowning tightly, his mind working rapidly, analyzing a bunch of true and false, complicated information.

His brain, like a sophisticated computer, tried to filter and analyze the truly useful parts.

Every seemingly insignificant clue cannot be ignored in his eyes.

Harry and Draco took a lot of effort to finally get everyone so enthusiastic to leave.

At this time, only Slytherin students were left in the lounge.

The other students were very tactful and took the initiative to move away from the corner where Draco and Harry were, for fear of disturbing them.

Originally, Harry and Draco planned to go back to the dormitory to rest.

Since Cedric had classes to attend in the morning, Theodore followed Draco and the others to the lounge.

As for Blaise, as usual, he followed Ron to go somewhere for adventure and exploration, and Pansy was nowhere to be seen either.

But who could have imagined that as soon as they stepped into the lounge, they were surrounded by a group of overly enthusiastic classmates.

These classmates told them all kinds of news that seemed true or false.

Although most of the content was nothing new to Harry and Draco, they could only patiently listen to the "intelligence report" for a whole morning due to the kindness of their classmates.

Of course, they didn't really take the news too seriously and just treated it as a form of entertainment.

"Lupin" didn't seem to have taken the initiative to show up and meet them during this period, or to make his presence felt in front of them.

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, transforming into a werewolf once a month is enough to keep him busy, and he has to collect intelligence everywhere and pass it on to Voldemort. And the attitude of the two of them towards "Lupin" has always been lukewarm.

If their group was equally strong as the other two groups of warriors or even just slightly inferior, then "Lupin" might have taken the trouble to try to close the distance between them and offer guidance and instruction.

However, the reality is that the gap between the two sides is too great. As a result, "Lupin" is naturally happy to be free and hassle-free, and will do as little as possible to avoid accidentally revealing his flaws in front of Draco and Harry.

"You still have to be a little careful."

Theodore recalled all the abnormal signs he had noticed during this period and couldn't help but remind him.

Even though he knew that Draco and Harry were both confident, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

His mind couldn't help but emerge with the image of his father who had specifically told him not to return home in the near future, and his lips subconsciously tightened slightly.

"It's okay, Theodore, everything will be fine."

Draco seemed to see through his thoughts, reached out and patted Theodore's shoulder gently, his words full of meaning.

But the lounge is not a good place to say things too bluntly.

Theodore raised his eyebrows slightly, a helpless look on his face.

He could clearly feel the gaze of the savior, locked tightly on his shoulders, as if to burn everything Draco touched.

This feeling of being watched so closely made him speechless, but he couldn't get angry.

"Just keep it in mind." Theodore said calmly, his tone as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave, not wanting to stay any longer.

He, like Hermione and some others, had complete faith in Draco and Harry.

But behind this trust, there is a trace of unspeakable worry - about his father.

Although he firmly believed that Draco and Harry were capable of handling the situation, he could never completely let go of his worries about his father's condition.

After all, what he least wanted to see was his father meeting with an unexpected accident...

Harry stood there quietly, watching Theodore's figure walking away.

Harry knew the worries deep in Theodore's heart, because the current situation was like a boundless, impenetrable net that ruthlessly enveloped everyone, making it difficult to escape.

"Draco..." Harry murmured softly, a hint of melancholy and confusion unconsciously revealing in his voice, "I'm afraid all this will come to an end soon." He turned his head and looked at Draco beside him.

Draco's gray-blue eyes stared at Harry motionlessly. He squeezed Harry's hand hard, as if he wanted to give him strength and comfort in this way.

At the same time, Karkaroff, who was responsible for preparing for the competition, was very busy.

He kept waving the wand in his hand, loudly directing the staff around him to carry out various preparations in a tense and orderly manner.

However, only he himself knew that all he did was not out of his sincerity, but was forced to obey the orders of the terrible Dark Lord - Voldemort.

Although Karkaroff appeared calm on the surface, he was actually filled with fear and anxiety.

Once his true identity is exposed, an extremely tragic end will surely await him.

But now, he has no choice, and his destiny is no longer under his control.

Thinking of this, Karkaroff couldn't help but feel a sense of despair, and even the hand holding the wand began to tremble slightly.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the huge maze in the distance that would serve as the competition venue.

This maze is like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Karkaroff prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the entire plan could proceed smoothly without any mistakes.

However, at this moment, he felt a sense of foreboding: perhaps, he really shouldn't have taken such a chance and risked setting foot on British soil again...

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, "Lupin" stealthily meets with a mysterious man shrouded in shadows.

The surroundings were so quiet that it was frightening, and only the low voices of their conversation occasionally broke the silence.

"Karkaroff's side is ready." "Lupin" said softly in a low voice.

The mysterious man sneered when he heard this, and the laughter seemed extremely eerie and terrifying in this inky black environment.

"Hmph, that's all he's good for. I'll definitely inform the Master of this when I get back, but you mustn't expose your whereabouts. Otherwise, if you ruin the Master's carefully planned plan, the consequences won't be something you can afford!"

After hearing this warning, Lupin's face suddenly showed an almost crazy smile that was completely different from his usual gentle image, and it looked creepy.

"Hahahahaha... Instead of worrying about me, why not rack your brains and think of how to report to the master about the trouble caused by your good-for-nothing son!"

The mysterious man's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy. He snorted angrily, "Hmph, there's no need for you to meddle in other people's business!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and disappeared into the depths of the dense Forbidden Forest like a ghost in the blink of an eye, leaving "Lupin" standing there alone and quietly.

"Lupin" stood there motionless for a long time, seemingly still immersed in the tense conversation just now.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, and then he quickly put away his previous arrogant and distorted face as if changing his face, and replaced it with a gentle and kind smile that the students were very familiar with.

He looked around vigilantly, and after confirming again and again that there was no one else nearby, he took a bold step and left the place calmly.

In a dark room filled with a gloomy atmosphere, a hoarse voice that seemed to be able to tear through the darkness suddenly rang out: "Karkaroff... Humph, this guy is actually quite useful."

"But you did a good job, Cantankerus." Voldemort rarely praised his servants.

A pair of scarlet eyes slowly swept across the ground like burning flames.

Under the dim light, several dark shadows could be seen lying on the ground shivering.

Under Voldemort's powerful pressure, these dark shadows involuntarily curled up tighter. They were like humble ants, not daring to show any resistance.

Although Voldemort looked like a weak creature wrapped in swaddling clothes, like a baby, everyone present knew that his power and majesty should not be underestimated because of his current appearance.

Anyone who dares to disrespect him will suffer a devastating disaster.

Cantankerusnot knew this very well, so when he heard Voldemort praising him, he quickly lowered his body even lower, almost sticking his entire body to the cold ground.

"Serving my master is the greatest honor of my life." His face showed an almost crazy fanaticism, and he kept muttering to himself.