When the savior is no longer the savior

A camouflage and restraint to prevent others from accidentally seeing it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling his name: "...how is Ravens?"

Startled suddenly, Harry almost knocked the book off his hands. He raised his head and followed the voice, but was surprised to find that it was Il who called his name—the other person was looking at him provocatively, with with a sneer.

"Ray, what do Mr. Ravens think?" Quirrell said.

Harry stood up, thinking he might have missed something.

"Demonstrate the spell you just learned with Mr. Potter." Quirrell finished speaking.

Harry was startled, and looked at Il, but saw that he had already walked to the front first.

He had no reason to refuse, so he followed suit.

The two intersected, and Il moved closer to Harry—he was in a clever position, beside the desk, and in line with Harry, so that the lion cubs and snake cubs in the classroom, and even Quirrell beside him, were not in the same position. Spotted this little gesture: "I thought the sarcasm and missed appointments would make you understand my attitude, but it seems that you don't realize it at all." He paused, and then said, "So, I tell you, Harry Ravens, I, Il Potter, really - very - hate - you!"

The small voice pierced Harry's eardrum like a drill, and cut open the flesh and blood in a sharp manner.

Yes, yes, of course I do.thought Harry.

you hate me.

my brother.

you hate me.

Harry looked at Il, who was scrutinizing the dark-haired boy standing in front of him with unprecedented seriousness.

He has long hands and long feet, but he is not tall. His black hair is fluffy and messy. He always looks like he just woke up in a mess. He doesn't wear glasses. The pair of light brown eyes on the bridge of his nose can be called gentle most of the time, but Sometimes - like now - it's sharp and cold.

Il looks a lot like him - before him - except without the glasses, except for the color of the eyes.

But even so, he was only Harry Ravens, not Harry Potter.

... long gone.

Sadness spread from the bottom of his heart, and Harry spoke after a brief silence, also lowering his voice: "I..."

Maybe, he thought, it really should be over.

Maybe true, it's too late.

"I just hate the way you look!" Il interrupted Harry suddenly and angrily.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his clear pupils reflecting the other's tense and slightly distorted face.

"We don't have any relationship! Don't look at me expectantly every time, I don't owe you anything!" Il's tone trembled slightly, stemming from the burst of anger.

Harry and Il had been in contact for too long, and Quirrell, who was next to him, had already noticed something was wrong, so he walked towards the two of them.

This time, Harry didn't spend much time.

"Yes," he said softly, "perhaps you're right, Il."

Yil showed a surprised expression, and a blush appeared on his healthy wheat-colored cheeks.

Is it because of anger, because he still dares to call his name?

Harry smiled wearily: "I think you're right, then..." He paused, and then said the word, which was actually not as difficult as he thought: "Potter."

It's just as if something has been stripped from the bottom of my heart.

The two shook hands and parted, each standing aside.

Quirrell said on the side: "I, what we learned is the leg-locking spell, the spell, the spell is to stand still and stop dead, two or two—"

Before Quirrell finished speaking, El, who was visibly irritated, raised his wand and read aloud on purpose: "Salute, bow (the two bowed each other), three, two—stop dead! "

The light flashed to the tip of the wand and shot towards Harry's legs.

Even though he was still in a bad mood, years of fighting instinct still made Harry subconsciously jump aside.

Red light hits the floor, then disappears.

The classroom is quiet.

Il's eyes widened: "—Are you cheating!?"

He completely forgot about his rushing away.

This sentence was inappropriate and innocent, but like the warm sunshine, it melted the ice that had just formed in Harry's heart.

Harry was starting to feel like he was really competing with an 11-year-old... it was kind of silly.

He looked at Yi Er with a strange look, wanting to smile but not smiling, and then he stood back to his original position: "Uh... yes, I was wrong, you continue."

El obviously regretted what he blurted out, he twitched the corners of his mouth and waved his wand again.

A perfect Leg Lock Charm hit Harry.

Harry swayed, but didn't stay still.

Thinking everything was safe, Il, who was about to leave, couldn't believe it. He stood up and hit his attention, and then waved his wand.

Another leg lock spell.

Another failure.

He wanted to try again, but Quirrell had stammered Harry to do it.

Harry didn't budge, he waved his wand and said the spell.

The magic light flashed and hit the target - in an instant, the Leg Locking Curse perfectly took effect on Il.

As if being hit out of thin air by something invisible but heavy, Yil's whole body shook.Almost at the same time, surprise and disbelief appeared on his face: "Why? How—"

--how is this possible?

"Okay, okay, both of you, let's go down!" Quirrell said, casting a spell on Il and stopped immediately, "You, your spells, spells are all right, it should be a matter of magic power, magic power .Mr. Ravens' magic power is unexpectedly strong and strong."

He gave Harry a slightly nervous smile.

"Magic power?" Il wanted to say something, but this time, Quirrell let him go down quite firmly, and then signaled the students below to start finding a companion to practice with each other.

Harry returned to his place.The Slytherin snake stirred slightly, and a moment later a little blond boy - the same kid who screamed "Orphanage" the night of the sorting - came up to Harry.

"I think you may have forgotten me," he said in Malfoy's languid drawl, but it seemed to Harry that it only underlined his nervousness, "Danny Emery, you can call I'm Danny—our team?"

There was not much inquiry in his tone, more of a condescending suggestion.

The little snake next to him paid close attention to Harry's reaction.

Harry didn't respond at all, he put away the books on the table, then nodded with a smile: "No problem."

Danny seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tone lightened up: "Oh, the Leg-lock Charm—a useful charm, isn't it?" He waved his wand at Harry, and a dim red light shot askew. —the spell has failed.

Danny's face flushed slightly, and he didn't move for a moment while holding his wand.

Harry stood still, and suggested, "Try a few more times?"

"Oh—of course," said Danny, waving his wand again. "Stand up!"

A red light shot out, this time it was better than last time, but relatively speaking—it still looked dim and crooked.

There were slight chuckles all around.

This time, sweat broke out on Danny's brow - although most of the Gryffindors on the other side of the room were doing far worse than him.

He was a little hesitant, not sure whether to try again or stop, and froze there for a moment.

Harry was silent for a while, and tried to suggest: "Raise your wrist a little bit, and swing down forcefully and briefly."

Danny tried quickly.

A dim red light hit Harry, but it obviously had no effect.

Harry said again: "The speed of the spell, slow down a little in the middle."

The red light is slightly bright.

"Don't lengthen the ending... Yes, that's it." He said, then stood where he was and let himself be hit by the red light, and then... nothing happened.

Harry blinked, and then suddenly reacted, his face flushed slightly: "Uh, I think it should be okay... Or, you can try another opponent?"

"This..." Danny said, turned around unexpectedly, and cast a spell at a child who had just sneered.

A red light flashed, and the person who was hit froze in place.

Danny shrugged his shoulders and gave Harry a smug smile: "Oh, I don't think that's necessary. In fact, I also feel successful."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

The atmosphere warmed up unconsciously.

After answering the third little snake who came over to ask questions pretending to be unintentional, casual, and casual, Harry suddenly felt that something was wrong around him.

This is not to say that Slytherin suddenly became enthusiastic about him. In fact, in the area of ​​Slytherin, most people looked arrogantly and indifferently as if he didn't exist or just gave him a blank stare. The object slipped away, as if the little snakes had admitted that a lion had mingled among them and made room for it...

oh!A lion and a pack of young snakes?

The blue-eyed savior groaned in his heart, and shuddered quietly at the picture he thought of.

but……

Whether it is Slytherin or Gryffindor, even if they have different personalities and different births, they are still just a group of children.

They are all the same.

Harry was standing in the corner, looking towards the Gryffindors on the other side of the classroom, and he saw most of the lion cubs playing together, jokingly throwing various spells at each other.

And Il...

Il stayed in the corner, alone, looking gloomy.

Harry almost wanted to go up, but then, he saw Ron break free from the crowd, run to Il's side, and said something, the gloom on Il's face faded a lot, and he showed a little smile Come.

Yes, Ron is a good friend, warm and loyal.Harry stopped the steps he hadn't taken yet, he knew that even if he went up by himself, it would only make the other party feel worse.

And Harry didn't feel that he had done something wrong just now, he was just a little bit disappointed, the two on the opposite side, one was his brother, the other was his best friend...well, in the past.

...is it really over?

... Is it true that there is nothing to keep and nothing to chase?

I'm afraid you're right, Potter.

Maybe really, I was wrong.

It's my fault.

Harry withdrew his gaze. His body was a little stiff due to standing for a long time. When he was about to take out the book and read it again, he suddenly noticed Draco's gaze from the side.

That wasn't very friendly, Harry looked over, and saw Draco gritted his teeth viciously while talking to his two followers, and looked over... Then, the gray-blue eyes and the emerald green pupils collided with.

Draco froze for a moment.

Harry thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders at the other party, and smiled again - the attitude was not friendly, but it would not be unfriendly.

Draco's face flushed (Harry found that Draco blushed easily after being in close contact these days... because his face was too pale?), he sneered at Harry, and then Turn your head away...continue to sulk?

Harry thought a little amusedly.

Then he realized that Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over and it was time for flying class.

The flying broom for the flying class is a tattered antique that should be thrown into the recycling bin. The flying professor Mrs. Hooch is a stern and merciless witch, but even so, it still can’t stop the enthusiasm of the little animals for the flying class—say Up to this point, Harry had to admit that everything in the wizarding world was good, except for sports, which were a bit too monotonous.

At the beginning of the class, after the routine rules and warnings, the animals in the first grade were allowed to ride on the broom.

For the first time since his rebirth, he touched this sport that haunted him so much. Harry cherished every minute of free flight. Ability to do anything.He satisfies his desire to break free from the shackles and fly freely within the scope allowed by Mrs. Hooch, and quietly casts a small spell on his broom from time to time, and then controls the broom with various complicated skills in a short period of time , so that it can get enough stimulation and excitement while it looks normal to others.

Under such circumstances, Harry, who was in a high mood, even forgot Il, who he had been paying attention to consciously or unconsciously, so when he was awakened by the sudden exclamation around him, he only saw Malfoy holding the broom It fell vertically from the height of the five-story building, and at the side, Yi Er was floating in a daze, with one hand in front of him, trying to grab or push something away.

What happened?

Malfoy?

Where's Mrs. Hooch?

In a blink of an eye, Harry came to his senses, pulled out his wand, and cast two levitating spells and an armor on Malfoy.

It didn't work, a levitating spell grazed Malfoy's arm, and I don't know if it hit it, and the remaining two spells all passed through the air, and they didn't know where they fell.

Draco had fallen to the third floor.

Harry's mind went blank, but his mood was surprisingly calm.He flicked his broom to maximum speed in not even a second, and then flew towards Malfoy, reaching out to grab it!

Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm precisely - it wasn't too heavy, the Levitation Charm just now worked!

However, he didn't wait for any joy to emerge in his heart, Harry only felt the weight in his hands suddenly increase to another height.

The spell has expired?

Amidst the whistling wind, Harry saw Draco's pale face with dead blue, he tightly shut his mouth and didn't speak, but it was not because of stubbornness, but because he seemed to be fooled by fright.Then, he heard a muffled "knock".

What is it?He didn't understand and didn't bother to figure it out. He just let go of the other hand holding the broom, and quickly took out the wand from his pocket: "——Yingardim, Leviosa!"

Draco's crazily falling body stopped for an instant, and immediately, several levitation spells and armor body protection hit Draco and Harry who was still riding a broom.

The downward trend finally stopped completely.

At this time, it was only three meters above the ground.

Harry dragged Draco, who was stiff and completely immobile, slowly to the ground, then let go of his hand.

Almost at the same time, Draco sat down on the ground with a pale face.

Harry also breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't relax immediately. Instead, he licked his dry lips and turned to look around. Then he saw Mrs. Hooch, who had the same pale face as Draco and trembling lips, and in the distance.

In the distance, there was a menacing black wave that was tumbling forward rapidly.

conversation in the hospital wing

S, Professor Snape?

A thin layer of sweat immediately broke out on Harry's forehead, and he couldn't help but want to turn around and back away, but before that, Snape had already strode in front of him!

Even just now, his heart, which was still steady just now, suddenly started beating violently. Harry tried to look more natural, but his stiff body and stuttering voice easily pierced all his efforts: "Uh, teach, professor……"

Snape gave Harry a hard look.He first turned to check the situation of Draco who was sitting on the ground, and after making sure that there was no major problem, he straightened up and looked at Harry, his face was pale, and his lips were twisted and trembling with anger: "I really can't believe it... . . . " he said, his eyes, instead of the usual deep and dark, were surprisingly bright—from anger, of course.

"Harry Ravens, Draco Malfoy, how could you do that," he said softly, "you two Slytherins, like those mindless little fools in Gryffindor, Falling five stories from the sky on a battered broom (Mrs. Hooch protested) - oh, you're expecting to get to the ground with some sort of Langy in your whimsical little brains (Lonski feint, called Mrs. Hooch) to get back into the air to show off? Honestly, it's better to expect you to suddenly grow bird wings and fly into the sky, but I bet, in both Before the hypothetical - delusional - is established, you will break your slender little delicate necks... Draco!" Snape suddenly exclaimed.

"Professor?" Poor Draco was at a loss for words.

Professor Snape's prestige remains the same as before.Harry, who was also trembling inwardly, thought bitterly on the sidelines—of course it cannot be ruled out that he was actually a little gloating.

"One month's confinement," said Snape grimly, adding, "Filch's there."

"Professor!" Draco screamed, "It's not my fault! It's Il Potter—"

"Shut up!" snapped Snape, and then his scowling subsided, his voice was as low as a whisper, "Malfoy, I don't think you would want your father to know about this - given that his well-bred heir is here Bad ass behavior in class."

Draco shut up.

Snape turned to Harry: "Well, Mr. Ravens..."

Harry swallowed nervously, and apologized first with the sincerest gesture: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, Professor!"

Draco, who was sitting on the ground, looked sideways, then snorted loudly.

Harry didn't look sideways, pretended not to hear, and just faced Snape with the most sincere expression he could have.

Curtains of black hair fell on both sides of Snape's cheeks, covering his face and making the thirty-one-year-old look gloomy and indifferent.

Snape pursed his lips, his face was expressionless, as if the anger just now had never existed.He paused for a moment, then averted his eyes, and said coldly: "So, Mr. Ravens, a week's confinement, in view of your . . .

Harry breathed a sigh of relief—quietly.

Mrs. Hooch, who had been the background board for a long time, finally found a chance to speak. Her anger had disappeared with Snape's long series of taunts, but despite this, the witch who taught flying lessons still had a straight face and a serious expression on her face. Stern: "Professor Snape, I think you can send them to the medical wing for Bobby to see."

"Of course," said Snape, casting a glance at Harry and Draco.

Shocked, Draco immediately got up from the ground and walked behind Snape, only to find that Harry had stood obediently a few steps earlier, and couldn't help glaring at him.

Then get a shameless smile.

Mrs. Hooch continued, "As for Mr. Il Potter," she said, taking Il's hand, which had come down at some point, unquestionably, "I need you to come with me, everyone else dismisses get out of class! "

The last sentence was shouted to the small animals watching the excitement around.

After a while, everyone dispersed in twos and threes.

Harry followed Snape and Draco towards the medical wing. He stood at the end, his right hand covertly pressing his dislocated left arm, and when the two in front passed the corner, he dragged and lifted it quickly and skillfully. ——

"Crack!" With a sound, the arm was connected accurately, and Harry's forehead was slightly sweating from the pain, but he didn't stop, but cast two spells on the black robe that was scratched by something in mid-air, and then stepped up. After a few steps, he walked around the corner and followed the two people in front as if nothing had happened.

Snape, who was striding forward, didn't seem to notice, but Draco gave Harry a second look.

All the way without words.When they arrived at the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey asked what had happened, and began to give Draco a physical examination.

"No problem, the actual injury is only the arm, which is a bit strained, and a little magic will solve it." After a while, Madam Pomfrey concluded, "As for the others," she looked at Draco, " No classes, stay in the hospital wing until tomorrow, he looks terrified."

Snape nodded slightly, but did not leave.

Madam Pomfrey turned her gaze to Harry: "As for you..."

"Ma'am, I'm here with Draco." Harry tried to look cute and believable.

"Not injured?" Madam Pomfrey looked suspiciously, looking at Harry and then at Snape.

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

Harry shrugged. "Oh, I just gave Draco a hand."

Madam Pomfrey nodded: "Then you move your arm?" She had already noticed that there was no tear on Harry's robe.

Harry turned his arms up and down as he said, both hands were very flexible.

"Since you're fine, then—" before Madam Pomfrey could finish speaking, Harry interrupted: "Madam, can I stay with Draco?"

Draco, who was doing nothing on the side, heard this sentence, raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak, but saw Harry's pleading gaze.

Draco raised his chin slightly, gave Harry a smirk, then turned back to Madam Pomfrey - who just happened to be looking at him at this moment: "Oh, I think - yes, I need Raven Si's company, the one who saved me."

Draco's tone seemed mocking.

"Well then, stay here obediently, and I'll be back soon." Madam Pomfrey warned, then turned and went out, closing the door of the medical wing—as for Snape?He turned abruptly and strode away long before Harry could turn his arms.

"Okay, you can say whatever you want." As soon as the door closed, Draco spoke to Harry with a haughty look, and he drew his voice slowly, "I really hope there is nothing to make It is unbearable, after all, everyone knows that there is a Muggle seed in Slytherin, and this Muggle seed," he showed a disgusted expression, "is obviously close to Gryffindor - the one who has nothing but impulsiveness and recklessness A school that is useless outside!"

Harry's first instinct was to lash out at Slytherin at Malfoy, but he came to his senses and restrained himself, saying only, "I don't think that's all that."

Draco squinted his eyes and sneered: "What do you want to say? Ravens? It's the same as Gryffindor, saying that Slytherin is insidious, cunning, arrogant and rude?"

"I didn't say that," Harry tried his best to sound gentle and rational, "I was just thinking that our current headmaster, Dumbledore, is a Gryffindor. I can't imagine how Dumbledore became headmaster of Hogwarts."

"I actually think Dumbledore is an old madman," Draco said haughtily.

"Even so," Harry took a step back, "you can't deny that he's shrewd and capable. So Gryffindors aren't just impulsive and reckless."

Draco grimaced and said nothing.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief - at least Slytherins weren't messing around, anyway.He rationalized his thoughts and continued: "Actually, I think Slytherin is calm and rational, while Gryffindor is enthusiastic and brave...Slytherin is obviously good at grasping the overall situation. As for Gryffindor, if possible, I think Will look forward to venturing into the Dragon's Lair with him, I bet he'll be with me."

Harry made a joke.

"Yeah, yeah!" Draco said wearily. "So Gryffindor is better than Slytherin, isn't it? Why don't you go to Gryffindor! Go find someone who hates you all the time apex-"

"Actually, I wish I had both kinds of friends!" Harry interrupted Draco suddenly, raising his voice.

Draco's eyes widened, and he forgot what he said earlier: "You're crazy!" He blushed angrily, "Slytherin and Gryffindor are mortal enemies, there is no way they can be together!"

Harry shrugged: "I think..." He looked at Draco's gritted teeth, and compromised, "Yes, maybe... But Malfoy, I just think so, hey, you should at least let Is someone else pursuing it a bit?"

"Pursuit?" Draco was incredible, not only because of Harry's words, but also because of the attitude of the other party - he certainly knew that his attitude was not good, oh, a Muggle, he is Malfoy, what good attitude does he need?

But the other party's temper is too good. No matter what he said, he acted so relaxed and natural from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't know the malicious intentions, and seemed timidly afraid of conflicting with him...

No, not cowardice.Despite his reluctance, Draco couldn't ignore his inner voice.

This is not cowardice.

"Malfoy," Harry mused.

Draco gave Harry an angry look, and said impatiently, "What?"

"I wanted to say - I'm sorry," said Harry.

"W-what?" Draco was genuinely surprised.

"What happened last time." Harry reminded, seeing that Draco didn't respond at all, he continued, "The time you mentioned the duel to me, you said I wasn't a Slytherin."

……that time?Draco remembered, he was trying to find trouble, and then... made up a random excuse.He looked at the sincere green-eyed boy in front of him a little speechlessly, and said dryly, "Oh, really?"

Unaware of Draco's thoughts, Harry continued, "I've thought about it, I'm probably...not really trying to fit into Slytherin." He clasped his hands slightly.

Draco's expression returned to indifference.

"You're right," said Harry. "I'm a Slytherin, and I'm not really thinking of things from a Slytherin's perspective, and I'm sorry for that. I think I'll need a little time to get used to it."

Adapted to changing from warm golden red to cool silver blue, but it's really cold...

The blue-eyed savior complained in his heart.

"It's just right now," Draco commented flatly.

Harry cast a questioning look.

Draco turned a blind eye, not explaining that Slytherin only accepted Harry in Defense Against the Dark Arts class today - and only a small part of it.

If you tell him, he will be depressed, right?Draco thought maliciously, but then felt self-consciously depressed that he wasn't going to say it.

It hadn't occurred to him at all that Harry actually understood these things.

The medical wing fell silent for a moment.

For a moment, Draco said dryly, "So, Ravens, today..."

"Huh?" Harry asked.

Draco's expression was stiff, he glared at Harry, took a few deep breaths and continued to work hard: "Today, in class..."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Harry asked strangely.

Draco couldn't take it anymore and screamed through gritted teeth, "It's flying lessons! Harry Ravens! Flying lessons! You saved me! You damn saved me!"

"Oh, oh..." Startled, Harry also stuttered, "Actually, it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of effort, you know, I saw..."

Draco's face was contorted: "Easy to do?——Saving a Malfoy, easy to do?"

"Oh!" Harry sighed in exasperation. "You know I didn't mean that, Malfoy."

Draco snorted, raised his chin and resumed his haughty expression, but seemed to accept Harry's words.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.He looked at Draco who was still sitting by the bed, and said, "Don't you just lie down and rest?" Then he found a chair and sat down.

He was sitting near the window, and the golden sunlight from the open window just wrapped him in it.

Against the light, Draco couldn't see Harry's expression clearly at this time, but this did not prevent him from seeing clearly the thin figure in the loose magic robe on the wide chair - he was not even half of the chair.

Draco couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment.

He was saved by a boy shorter than himself?Even if he was in the same grade as me, but he was born in an orphanage, he was a Muggle, and he didn't even know what magic was before entering school; but what about me?It's a Malfoy who has received the best education since he was a child, and can learn magic early with a toy wand or a parent's wand...

But just now, in the face of danger, he was almost petrified, but the other party rescued him almost unscathed...

This can no longer be said to be just calm.

What's more, the results the other party has achieved in the course these days are obvious to all...

Harry Ravens is no worse than Draco Malfoy.Despite his reluctance, Draco still had to admit it - only in his heart, of course.

Harry was as good as him... even slightly better than him.

So, a Muggle is better than a pure-blood noble... Draco's face turned blue.

"...Malfoy, Malfoy?" Harry called from the sidelines.

"What?" Draco responded.

"I've called you so many times," Harry grumbled, before finally asking, "Tired?"

"I'm not hurt." Malfoy said grumpily, glanced at Harry's left arm, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

As he said that, he suddenly felt that he could actually be called Draco... Well, he finally saved him once, even if he was a Muggleborn.Draco thought disgustedly.

"There's actually something..." Harry hesitated, then asked with determination, "How did you fall? And what about Il... Potter?"

Draco's face twisted all of a sudden: "Potter, he dared to cast a spell on me! I won't let him go! My father——"

Harry frowned, hesitation and hesitation appeared in his eyes, as if he was troubled by some difficult matter and could not make a decision.

Draco didn't notice, and he cursed viciously, until Harry's weak voice interrupted him: "Malfoy, maybe this matter...you can take it to the professor?"

There was a moment of silence in the medical wing.

Draco looked at Harry expressionlessly: "What do you want to say? Harry Ravens, what do you want to say? Give it to the professor? Give it to that old lunatic Dumbledore? Don't tell my father?" He Giggling, "Are you playing tricks on me? Huh? A Mudblood tricking old noble Malfoy?"

"Malfoy..." Harry took a deep breath.

Draco suddenly became angry, and he yelled loudly: "Harry Ravens! You rushed to save me so desperately because of that Gryffindor El Potter!? He hates you, he hates you You," Draco's blue-gray eyes gleamed with malice and cruelty, "he completely—completely—scorns you!"

Even under the warm golden sun, Harry's lips sank into a feeble pallor.He moved the corners of his lips, and it took him a long time to reveal a dry smile. He raised his hands to cover his eyes, but the exhaustion and helplessness had already spread to his face, which could not be concealed in front of another person in the medical wing. : He doesn't know why when it comes to Il now, he can no longer find the anticipation and joy he had back then.

but……

"Yes, I know, I know. But..." Harry muttered, thinking of something, he gradually calmed down, and the smile on his lips was no longer difficult."I like him," he said.

"I care about him."

No one saw, outside the medical wing with a gap in the door, a black figure staggered back a few steps as if he had been punched head-on.

Suddenly, the black shadow ran away, bumping into countless students who were coming towards him, until he was stopped when he passed a corner: "Il?"

opportunity for change

"Il, Il?" Ron, who just came out of the Gryffindor lounge, bumped into Il who ran in in a panic, and called out twice before making him stop.

"...What?" Yi Er stopped walking, a little dazed.

"I should ask that." Ron was a little confused, "Have you gone to the medical wing to see Malfoy?"

"Uh, go, uh, no..." Yier stammered before he fully recovered.

Ron didn't doubt him, but looked at Il sympathetically: "Malfoy must have embarrassed you, right?"

Yil calmed down: "No, actually... I didn't go in, Malfoy is resting."

Ron was sure: "He must be pretending. I clearly saw him being pulled by Ravens halfway. He didn't even touch the ground, and he couldn't even scratch the oily skin."

"...Perhaps, you're right." Yi Er replied, but couldn't help but think of the last two sentences he heard.

'Malfoy, or can you leave this matter to the professor? '

'Harry Ravens!Are you desperate to save me just because of that Il Potter who totally despises you? '

'Yes, yes, I know, but I like him, I