When the savior is no longer the savior

Just disappear around the corner.

The lounge where there was only one person left suddenly seemed empty.

Draco withdrew his gaze from staring at the other person's back, and sat on the sofa for a while before hesitatingly took out a piece of parchment that was obviously scratched and crumpled from his homework.

—This is a letter he wrote home.It was written in the medical wing last night, and it spent four-fifths of the page describing the meanness and shamelessness of Potter.But now...

Now that Harry has recognized the mistake about Potter and tried to correct it...

Draco struggled for a while, then raised his hand and threw the parchment into the fireplace.

There was an unpleasant crackling sound from the flames, followed by the unique burnt smell of parchment.

"This is an exchange of equal value!" Draco told himself with a sullen little face.

Bastard Potter, I can make you look good even without a father!He thought about it, and then said angrily: "Harry Ravens, you'd better prove that you are worth it!..."

The first class of the second day was Snape's Potions class.

Harry stepped into the Potions classroom, habitually found a corner with no one there, and was about to put down his things when Draco, who followed him into the classroom, stopped him.

Draco ordered, with his usual arrogance: "Harry, come and join me."

Many Gryffindors and even Slytherins looked sideways.

Harry wasn't dissatisfied—after all, he wasn't the child he was back then—he walked up to Draco, put down his things, and just jokingly said, "Draco, I'm not your follower."

Draco snorted: "I have many followers, but not you."

He signaled to Zabini, who had been on his team before, to find someone else.The tall, dark-skinned boy looked at Harry with an uncomfortably questioning gaze, then he turned and left without saying anything, curling his lips slightly.

Draco frowned at Zabini's attitude: "He's always been like this, leave him alone."

"Nothing." Harry shrugged.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the time—it was time for class, and Snape had already strode into the classroom.

He didn't waste any time, he waved his wand vigorously and briefly, and dense writing on the blackboard appeared on the blackboard: "Today we study simple antidotes, the best person in this class," he frowned Frowning, showing a disgusted expression, he said dryly, "I will get a small bottle of trauma potion as a reward."

"Oh," Draco, who was sitting next to Harry, lowered his voice, with unconcealed surprise in his tone, "It's really strange that the professor would give something out as a reward."

Harry knew Snape didn't like it, evidenced by the fact that he hadn't done it in the previous seven years, but as to why...

Harry asked humbly, "You know Professor Snape doesn't like this?"

"I have been tutored by a professor in private. The professor always thought it was ridiculous to use material rewards to motivate students. He believed that things like potions should only be given to those who want to learn." Draco said.

"Private tutoring?" Harry's tone was a little surprised, he now understood why Snape favored Draco alone before.

But Draco hummed lightly, and he added: "Actually, the professor and my father have a good relationship. They were friends when they were students."

"..." Harry was really surprised, but then he took it for granted - oh, Professor Snape is also a person, he must have his own circle, right?

Draco looked at Harry's expression, smirked, and was about to say something when he heard Snape's angry voice: "Mr. Malfoy, if I were you, I would choose to keep my mouth shut and open my mouth." Books—or do you think you're good enough at your level to stop taking lectures?"

Draco's face was pale, and he closed his mouth and buried his head in the book.

Harry hastily complied - though he was obviously unfounded, for Snape looked away indifferently without even looking at him, and went on with his lecture.

In the following time, the Potions class was as usual. Draco himself was of a good level, and Harry had already learned it, and his performance would not be bad, so in the final evaluation of the grades, Harry touched Draco. In the light of Snape, he got the "O" that he thought he would never get.

So of course, the vial of wound potion ended up in their hands - though Snape looked a bit reluctant.

Potions class was over, Snape left the classroom, and Draco handed Harry the trauma potion.

"Give it to me?" Harry was a little surprised - although he was really thinking about how to get the bottle from the other party just now.

"Do you think I'm missing this thing?" Draco said, and walked out of the classroom first, but unexpectedly met Il who left with Gryffindor at the door.

The two looked at each other, and then neither of them would let the other squeeze outside.Then Draco was victorious with two massive henchmen, and Il, who was slammed against the wall, drew his wand at Draco.

"Malfoy!" El called.

Not to be outdone, Draco also pulled out his hawthorn wand: "What do you want? Do you despicably cast a curse on me in a sneak attack? Potter!"

Il sneered: "Malfoy, I think you probably chose to ignore who hit me from behind because I couldn't fly?"

Malfoy laughed viciously. "Oh, Potter, are you making up a lie in the hope of getting away with it?"

Il said calmly, "Malfoy, do you really think no one saw it? Do you think everyone will believe your nonsense?"

"Did I talk nonsense? Why didn't I know, it's obvious that you cast a curse on me, as for what you said—" Draco spoke slowly, obviously wanting to mock Il, but in the words Before leaving, he glanced at Harry, who had been standing beside him silently, with a little hesitation.

Il, who had been paying attention to Malfoy all the time, noticed this little move of the other party.He also turned to look at Harry, and in an instant, the quarrel he heard the day before yesterday and the friendship between the two in potions class today rushed into Il's mind in diametrically opposite gestures.

I even hesitated because of a conversation like that!But what about him?What did he do?

To make love to a Malfoy - to make love to his enemy!

Il thought angrily, and in an instant, an inexplicable and menacing feeling of betrayal occupied all his thoughts, and before he could even react, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, only an arm's length away from him and Malfoy Harry blurted out: "Malfoy's new follower, why don't you stand behind your master?"

Then he saw a pair of green eyes full of shock and anger.

Headmaster Dumbledore

"Potter! How dare you!" Draco's pale cheeks blushed, and he moved his wand to Il's legs with a jerk, "The legs froze and stopped dead!"

El dodges with a leap to the side: "Tarantella dance!"

Draco lowered his head quickly, and the spell hit Crabbe behind him. Crabbe kicked his feet uncontrollably on the spot, and Goyle on the side quickly pulled out his wand: "Stand still!"

Draco followed suit with a wave of his wand: "Grin-hu-la-la!"

El dodged Goyle's Leg-lock again, but the Leg-lock hit Ron next to him, who fell to the ground screaming, and was then hit by Draco's tickle spell himself. , leaning against the wall and laughing weakly—but before that, the Leg-locking Curse he had to fire also hit Malfoy.

"The spell stops!" An angry voice sounded from the side.

The four people who had been enchanted in the corridor only felt lighter, and all the magical effects on their bodies disappeared.

The chaos that spread half the corridor was over, and Harry withdrew his wand with a sullen face: "You guys are going to duel, please go to another place where you won't disturb others. Draco, I think you don't want to buckle up for Slytherin at this time." Twenty points."

Draco raised his chin, straightened his slightly messy clothes and hair, and was about to speak when he heard a gloomy voice behind him.

"I'm very relieved that there's still a freshman in Slytherin with a little brain."

The few people who were still glaring at each other in the corridor froze for a moment. They turned back tremblingly, and stood in front of Snape with their heads bowed. Finally, Draco called weakly: "Teacher, professor..."

"Draco, your father would be proud of you," Snape said, with a sarcasm that any normal person could hear.

Draco's face was pale and he didn't say a word, the arrogance just now had already been blown away by the rain.

He glanced sideways at Harry, motioning for him to speak.But how could Harry, who was much more terrified of Snape than Draco, speak up?He lowered his head with no righteousness, trying to weaken his sense of existence in this way.

It's a pity that this didn't stop the venom sprayed by the Snake King: "Mr. Ravens, your magical talent is indeed amazing, but I don't think this kind of talent is for you to show off!"

"I-I'm sorry, Professor." Harry stammered.

"I suspect your apology is insincere," Snape said grimly, and then he turned to Il - the Gryffindor lion cub who was staring at him fearlessly and defiantly.

Snape almost thought he saw Potter in the past. He was angry and bored for a while, but then he thought of Lily who always smiled brightly at him.He pursed his lips and said reluctantly, "Then...Il, Draco, and Mr. Ravens, come with me now."

"Where to?" The man who dared to speak had no doubts - Il Potter.Seeing Snape look over, he added, "Professor."

Snape glared at him, then said dryly, "The headmaster's office."

The gargoyle in front of the principal's office is just like a memory.

When Snape led two little snakes and a lion to the door of the gargoyle, but when Snape frowned and said the command "Taste Lollipop", Harry's eyes were filled with fond memories of the past. appear bright.

This caught Draco and Il's sideways glances.Draco looked at Harry suspiciously, while Il quickly turned his head and gave a disdainful snort, but neither of them spoke—they had already stepped into the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore was sitting with his hands clasped. A large desk awaits them.

The old man with the white beard was as affable and... unique as ever.

Even though he was excited to see the respected elder again, Harry still couldn't help looking at the bright and dazzling star-studded clothes on the other party - the colors and patterns were too eye-catching.

"Do you like my clothes, Harry?" said Dumbledore, his blue eyes shining warmly behind half-moon lenses, "—may I call you that? I just got back from a banquet, Isn't this dress nice?"

Draco, Il, and even Snape showed expressions of disapproval.

Harry said conservatively: "Actually, I find it fascinating."

Dumbledore laughed happily: "Then sit down first, sit down, Il, Harry, and Draco, let's talk about the flying lessons two days ago."

The three sat down as promised, and Draco said first: "Principal Dumbledore, there is no doubt that Potter has cast a jinx on me despicably!"

"Yes, Poppy told me," said Dumbledore gently, "but as far as I know, Il cast the jinx on you because Draco you ran into Il from behind first, that's it. ?"

"Actually, I was testing flying skills with him at that time, and I didn't control it well enough, so I flew towards him." Draco said slyly, "But after Potter avoided it safely, he calmly flew towards him." I cast a jinx, Headmaster!"

"Oh? Malfoy, who is bragging all day long that he rode a broom in the sky to avoid planes calmly and dangerously?" El was furious.

Malfoy didn't mind showing weakness when necessary.So Draco smirked at Il: "Oh, come on, Potter, you said it clearly as a 'brag'. Besides, I said 'thrilling', I believe even with your brain, you can't understand the meaning of the word."

Earl trembled with anger.

Dumbledore interrupted the meaningless dispute between the two, and he said with a smile: "I think as Il said, there will always be someone who sees it, maybe we can ask other Gryffindors and Slaters who are in class Forest."

Earl calmed down a little.

Draco's face changed slightly: "I don't think it's necessary."

"I don't think it will be diverted according to your will." This time, it was Il who smirked at Draco.

Draco huffed.

Dumbledore turned to Harry who had been silent all this time: "Harry, you saved Malfoy, no matter what, I should thank you first." He said gently.

"Professor, this is what I should do." Harry was a little restrained at the sudden mention.

Dumbledore smiled kindly: "You have a good command of magic, levitation spells and armor protection, it's really not easy - so, what did you see? About Il and Draco word."

"I..." Harry found Draco and Il's eyes focused on him, he paused, "I didn't see anything. I was flying at that time, until I heard the exclamation next to me, Only then did Draco fall from the sky."

This is a fact, although Draco is dissatisfied, but since he knows that Harry likes Il, it is still acceptable.

As for Il, he snorted loudly at Harry.

Harry was used to it.

"In that case..." Dumbledore pondered, looking at Harry, his blue eyes sparkling with wisdom, "Then Harry, how do you think we should deal with it?"

Harry froze for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore suddenly.

Dumbledore waited patiently for his answer.

"Professor?" Harry raised his voice incredulously, "Me?  …"

"Yes, yes, Harry, I need your thoughts - you caught Draco in dire straits and saved both of their mistakes," said Dumbledore, "How do you think it should be handled? "

"Professor!" Yi Er, who had been listening to the side, finally couldn't help raising his voice.

Draco's face was not very good either.

"Professor, I don't think I can—" Harry's tone was a little stiff, but was interrupted by Dumbledore: "Harry." He said gently, giving the little boy in front of him a trusting look.

Even Harry's expression froze, and he was silent for a long time, but finally, with lowered eyelids in pain, he said, "Potter shouldn't be lying (Draco's face was ugly, Il responded to Draco sneering eyes), but it's also true that Potter cast a jinx on Draco, anyway, he cast a jinx on a man flying high in the sky...Draco almost fell to his death," said Harry .

Draco's expression softened, he smugly sneered at Il, and Il began to turn livid.

"So, do you want El to leave Hogwarts?" Dumbledore's voice seemed to be bewitching.He turned to Draco and smiled, "Actually, Draco, that's what your father suggested to me."

Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to have suddenly fallen into weakness. He leaned back in the chair and did not speak, his face began to turn pale with powerlessness even from his lips.

Draco frowned and glanced at Harry, somewhat unwillingly, but still said dryly: "Actually, Headmaster, I will write to my father about this matter, I... didn't mean that. "

"Oh," Dumbledore gave Draco a surprised look, and then he laughed heartily, "I'm glad you think so, really, Draco."

Draco pouted secretly.Then he caught Harry's stare with obvious gratitude.

Platinum Xiaolong snorted and didn't say anything, only a slight blush appeared on his face.

"So Harry," said Dumbledore, who didn't look like he wanted to let Harry go, despite the apparent pain, "what do you think? Draco has spoken his mind."

"...Professor," Harry said the word twice with trembling lips, "I think Potter's behavior should be more serious than Night Walk."

This time, no one in the principal's office spoke, including Il, who was most dissatisfied with Harry.

—because his pain was so obvious.

It's easy to empathize.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment: "I think I understand. Il, Gryffindor lost [-] points because of you. In addition, a month of labor service will start tonight."

El moved his lips, but said nothing.

Draco was obviously dissatisfied, but seeing Snape who just stood aside and said nothing the whole time, he also wisely kept silent.

Dumbledore let the children out.

The moment the oak door of the principal's room closed, Snape turned pale and immediately got angry at Dumbledore: "I can hardly believe it! When can a student get the rights that only a professor has!? Dumbledore, you too Have you been blinded by his magical talent?"

"Oh, Severus!" laughed Dumbledore. "Sit down, Severus, and calm yourself down. How about a sour sour?" he suggested.

"Come on, put away those sweet little things of yours!" Snape twisted his lips.

Dumbledore sighed regretfully, took a cup of hot chocolate for himself, took a sip contentedly, and said, "Actually, Severus, I don't like that kid very much."

"So our great Headmaster is going to tell his poor professor that he's just been targeting a new first-year Slytherin Muggle breeder?" Snape said, "Aha, because he's brilliant and joins the evil Slytherin? So he'd be the second Riddle—"

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape, his expression becoming serious. "This is a nasty accusation, both on me and on the boy!"

Snape snorted, paused momentarily, and folded his arms, awaiting Dumbledore's explanation.

"Severus, as I said, I don't like that child very much," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, you said it, if you haven't been so stupid as to forget what you said a minute ago." Snape looked impatient.

"He is different from him. It is true that they both have excellent grades and outstanding talents, but that man," Dumbledore paused, "has an extreme and evil personality, while Harry, while having a gentle personality, also has a rare and precious personality." A righteous heart, even if he is a Slytherin..." Dumbledore looked at Snape and joked, "Well, Severus, I know you always thought I was partial to Gryffindor, but I Gotta say, the kids from all four colleges are really cute."

"So," concluded Dumbledore, "I don't understand at all why I should feel such a genuine dislike for such a good boy, it's unreasonable, Severus."

"Is our headmaster dissecting his own mind to his professor?" said Snape, "but, let me remind you, that's not my job."

Dumbledore grimaced: "Oh, Severus, I must say, you're completely unlikable at this point."

"Thank you." Snape smirked, stood up and wanted to leave.

But Dumbledore stopped him:

"Severus, I think you figured it out. The kid looked me in the eye - close, trusting, defenseless. That's why, just now, he was in such pain - he felt I failed him."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, and then he said to the figure that had not turned around and turned his back on him, "Severus, he looks at me the same way he looks at you."

Emotional tug of war

After leaving the principal's office, Draco and Il, who didn't like each other, decisively chose to separate from each other at the first fork in the road, and Draco took the usual way to the lounge by taking the advantage of going one step ahead.

Il, who was a step behind, glared at Draco bitterly, turned his head and walked in another direction - anyway, the roads of Hogwarts are all connected, and at most, he can get lost for a while or take a detour.

Draco watched Il leave triumphantly, and then his face darkened, muttering and cursing: "That old lunatic."

Harry, who was standing aside, didn't speak.

Draco said with full anger: "Only [-] points and one month's labor service? Merlin, I have to do a month's labor service! I almost fell to my death, but that old bee actually Only [-] points deducted from Gryffindor! Just [-] points! Professor Snape stood by and didn't speak." He complained.

Harry reassured: "At least this year's number one is probably Slytherin's." He said, but such words were not even enough to comfort himself.

Sure enough, Draco's resentment increased greatly: "I think there is no doubt that Slytherin will win the House Cup. You must know that we have won it for six consecutive times."

Harry didn't speak anymore, he suddenly remembered what happened to Professor Snape that year.His godfather's ignorant prank almost killed Professor Snape, and in the end, Gryffindor deducted points.

... Gryffindor was only deducted points.

The distance from the headmaster's room to the Slytherin lounge is not short, and Draco didn't stop complaining and cursing until the two returned to the common room. Finally, he said to Harry abruptly: " Such a headmaster really deserves respect? Harry."

Harry recovered from his trance, he turned his head to look at Draco, and saw the expectation of seeking approval and some kind of scrutiny in Draco's eyes.

He grinned and said half seriously and half jokingly, with no smile in his eyes: "Yes, he is a respectable old man, he embraces justice, hope, and love."

The anticipation in Draco's eyes disappeared.He was a little angry, snorted and left on his own.

Harry still threw himself on the sofa.He half-closed his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions in his heart—he was no longer the kid back then, even if he was negligent because of the pain just now, after such a long time now, he can clearly understand that Dumbledore is I found something, so I was testing him...

Harry circled himself soundlessly.

Dumbledore is a respectable old man.He embraces justice, hope, and love.

But what to do when all hope and all love no longer favor him?

Harry didn't know.

No one can tell him.

Soon it was dinner time, and Harry was sitting next to Draco.The Platinum Dragon had apparently forgotten the little unpleasantness in the afternoon, and was talking to Harry while looking at the onions on the dinner plate with a troubled expression.

"Potter starts his labor service tonight, do you think we should go over and have a look?...Onions are really bad..." He muttered unknowingly, "I bet when I go to Filch's labor service , Potter will come and make trouble."

Listening to Draco's words, Harry quickly recalled Il's personality, and then...found that he really couldn't tell whether the other party would know it, so he said: "It's not a particularly good idea to discuss Potter with me." " He paused for a moment, looking straight ahead, with a slightly strange tone, "And I'm afraid you have no choice."

"What do you mean?" Draco frowned, poking the onion on the plate with a fork to vent his anger when no one was paying attention, and then swallowed the food with a low cough.

Just at this time, an owl landed in front of Draco's table, with a brown body and an ordinary appearance, it was a public owl in the Hogwarts owl house.

Draco glanced at the owl suspiciously, reached out and took off the note tied to the other's leg, and spread it out——

"FuckMerlin!" Draco gritted his teeth, and cursed from the depths of his throat. Although he was so weak that only Harry could hear him because of his scruples about his appearance, the anger in it obviously didn't need more explanation from others.

Harry shrugged his shoulders—when Draco was reading the letter just now, Harry, who was sitting next to him, squinted and saw the contents of the note: Mr. Malfoy: Your labor service time has been decided.Tonight, for a month, at Filch's, with Mr. Potter.

your

SS

Professor Snape actually did it on purpose...Looking at Draco, who had a distorted face and muttered something in his mouth, Harry thought to himself, and then he saw the owl flying over: " Draco."

"What?" Platinum Xiaolong was furious.

"The rest of my labor service starts tonight, with Filch, with you... well, if it makes you feel better." This time the blue-eyed savior looked tangled.

"...Actually, I am in a better mood." Platinum Xiaolong obviously didn't have enough loyalty.

So it can be predicted that, that night, when Il, the labor service worker at Filch's place, met Draco unexpectedly, after being shocked, the two of them showed expressions of stepping on dog shit together.

"Malfoy, you're haunted!" El yelled.

"This sentence should be said by me." Draco deeply disgusted.

Harry...

Harry turned to look for Filch - he suddenly felt that Filch, the mean administrator who was usually annoying, was kind at this moment.

Filch was sitting behind a desk in his small, low office, under a lone oil lamp, staring at Harry with bulging eyes maliciously: "Harry Ravens? And the other two? "

"They're outside," said Harry.

"Okay," Filch muttered, "tonight you have to clean up the prize room, and you are not allowed to rest until you have scrubbed it - I really want to say this - after ten o'clock the work is over, go back to your dormitory, If I catch you going on a night tour, I will definitely suggest to the principal to extend your labor service until the end of this semester!" He threatened.

Harry turned a deaf ear - that was simple, at least Filch wasn't like the other two, who both seemed intent on dragging him into their fight and forcing him to choose a side.

Filch then gave Harry a note with the pre-written part of each scrubbing - Harry was especially grateful for that, now that he had a mental shadow over what to decide about punishment.

Staying in Filch's office wasn't too long or short, and when Harry came out, Draco and Il were still swearing at each other, and even put their hands on their wands, but no one was so impulsive to pull them out— — Apparently they didn't want to actually serve Filch for a full semester.

Harry waved the note in his hand: "The content of the confinement is down, clean up the prize showroom."

"Specific arrangements?" Draco stopped his confrontation with Il, and straightened his clothes in an aristocratic manner.

El scoffed at that.

Harry looked at the note: "I'm scrubbing the cabinet glass and other furniture, Draco, you only need to wipe the trophy once, and Potter is the ceiling and floor—by the way, magic is not allowed."

After speaking, he directly handed the note to Il who looked over suspiciously.

Yi Er was stunned for a moment, took the note, glanced at it twice, and stuffed it into his pocket without saying anything.

The three of them walked towards the prize showroom in silence.

The moment he pushed the door open, Draco groaned: "So many?" He picked up the rag in the corner with two fingers, and said in disgust, "I've never done such a dirty thing."

It was rare for Il to express his dissatisfaction with Draco's remarks.At this time, he also looked at the floor covered with a layer of dust and the ceiling covered with fine spider webs with a confused face.

Harry was more straightforward. He directly cleaned up the cleaning tools that were as dirty as the showroom—or even dirtier. "It's just that we can't use magic to clean the room directly. We didn't say that we can't use magic to clean the tools... Or do you think they can be cleaned without magic? They won't get dirtier and dirtier?"

The snake and the lion immediately looked at the filthy rag that Harry had cast several cleaning spells on, and shook their heads at the same time in a rare way, and then they were deeply dissatisfied with the same point of view between themselves and the other party, and a quarrel broke out.

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he simply ignored the two of them, and directly picked up the tools and began to work—in fact, during this night's labor service, both Draco and Il were fine, but his, most troublesome.

But the facts quickly proved that as long as Draco and Il were around, it was impossible not to break out of war; as long as Harry was by the side, it was impossible not to be involved in the war.

Once again, when Draco, who was cleaning the trophy clumsily, and Il, who was also clumsily cleaning the floor, bumped into each other, the two looked at each other, and Il suddenly threw something at Draco without saying a word.

Draco dodged swiftly and unsurprisingly, shooting a spell at Il's legs with a flick of his wand.

Judging by the speed at which the two of them started, it was obvious that they had planned it long ago.

Harry was squatting in the corner cleaning the low table, when he heard the sound, he just poked his head out when he found something hitting him on the head.He rolled his head back reflexively, and before he could stop completely, he smelled a foul stench—it was a dung bomb!

Harry stared dumbfounded at the furniture he had just cleared.Then he turned his head and saw in the small prize showroom, Il and Draco took out their wands and attacked each other. After a few back and forth, the furniture and walls around them took a lot of damage before they were injured. Magic attack, although it doesn't do much damage, but the scorched marks...

Merlin... The blue-eyed savior moaned deeply in his heart, then he took out his wand weakly and silently, and cast a precise "locking spell" on the wooden door in front of him.

Merlin knew that even if he could get along with Il every day, he really didn't want to spend all his nights this semester in Filch's labor service-it would be a nightmare.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I came slowly at a leisurely pace.

Il and Draco, who had run out of mana and threw props, were exhausted, so they occupied a sofa and sat down to rest.

Harry stood up from the corner, took off the armor on his body, drew out his wand, and started to clean up the messy showroom.

El and Draco sat watching.

After a while, Draco was a little unnatural. He sat up straight and coughed: "I called Crabbe and Goyle?..."

Harry didn't look back: "They're useless if you throw magic, clean it up the Muggle way..." He stopped, then shrugged.

Draco obviously understood his two followers, he moved his body again, then stood up resignedly, twisting up the rag in disgust.

Harry was a little surprised, then he stopped Draco with a smile: "It's nothing, I'll use magic."

"Didn't it mean it couldn't be used?" Draco stopped.

"As long as we don't get found out." Harry replied, he had thrown out a dozen cleaning spells in a short period of time, and the messy showroom was gradually restored to cleanliness.He took the time to explain to Draco, his green eyes were slightly bent, and he smiled slyly: "A little trick can eliminate the fluctuation of magic power."

"Eliminate the magic wave?" Draco was stunned, and even Il who was beside him turned his gaze to Harry.

"Well, it's not particularly difficult, but it's more troublesome..." He looked at Draco and Il, "Most of your family's books have mentioned it."

"I've never seen it." Draco murmured complicatedly, not in the mood to compare Harry with Il for a moment.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Wait, even if Harry has an unparalleled talent in magic, it doesn't matter what armor and protection spells stop immediately, why even this kind of magic is not a routine at all?