[HP+Gintama] Azkaban's house price is high

Zhang Qiu said something before, and Harry thought it made sense.

When a person is lying on the bed, once he closes his eyes and then opens his eyes, one night passes like that; when a person lives in the world, once he closes his eyes, once he opens his eyes, his whole life passes like that.

At least that’s how Harry feels right now—a pain in the head, a howl, and a vague memory of Sirius Draco coming from his ear (he was supposed to sit in the noble box, but for some reason before the game started Mal Master Fu handed him over to Sirius, so the Platinum Snake had to mix into their camp) Waiting for the people to scream in panic, they fell down.

Harry didn't know what happened after he lost consciousness. He just felt uncomfortable all over. After a while, he dreamed that he and Zhang Qiu were walking on the path beside the black lake, and the fallen leaves under their feet made a soft rustling sound. Zhang Qiu Her smiling face was very charming, and his heart was beating all the time, but just when he mustered up the courage to kiss this girl he liked, her smiling face turned into Draco's handsome and proud face;

After a while, I dreamed that I was spending Christmas at Ron's house. Aunt Molly brought out a large pot of steaming pumpkin juice from the kitchen and insisted that he taste it first. The twin brothers pinched Ron's face while He winked and said "Mom, you are too eccentric", and just when he blushed from being ridiculed and was about to drink the bowl of pumpkin juice with kindness, Voldemort's face suddenly appeared in the bowl;

After a while, he was walking on the street outside Dursley's house. From the park not far away, children's cheerful laughter and fights could be heard. From a distance, he saw his father and mother facing each other at the gate of the park. He waved, but when he ran over there with a smile, the park, the crowd, and even his parents disappeared. What surrounded him was an empty and lonely cemetery, with tall and twisted dead trees on the edge of the cemetery. Hanging a bloody man, looking intently, it turned out to be the missing Takasugi...

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Dream Stacking Dreams keep happening, but apart from the first one, none of them seem to be good dreams.

Harry felt like a traveler stuck in a swamp, struggling in his dreams.

After sleeping unsteadily for an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the tent of Black's house. There was a scent of creamy soup in the air, and the smell that went straight into his nose made his saliva It secreted involuntarily, and the stomach that hadn't eaten for an unknown period of time made a "grunt" sound in coordination.

"Thanks, Merlin...you're awake." Draco was sitting on the chair directly in front of the bed, holding a hardcover book with a gold cover in his hand, but obviously, he didn't pay attention to it, and from time to time He raised his head and glanced at Harry, so that he could discover the awakening of the little lion at the first time.

"Draco..." Harry struggled to get up, his forehead didn't hurt anymore, but his body felt weak for a while.

Draco simply sat on the bed, wrapped his arms around his shoulders to make him get up more smoothly, and then maintained this posture to take the warm soup from the house elf's hand: "You've been unconscious for almost two days, Have some soup to fill your stomach first."

Harry was also panicking from hunger, so he drank the soup slowly with Draco's hand, before he breathed a sigh of relief: "What happened? Why did I suddenly faint? What about the others?"

Draco put the bowl aside in silence, the light from the magic lamp embedded in the tent made his side face look unreal.

Harry suddenly became a little scared: "Draco? What the hell happened!?"

"Nothing happened. You passed out and Sirius asked me to bring you back."

Draco's tone was understated, if Harry hadn't been too familiar with him, maybe he would have really been deceived by him.

"Every time you lie, you turn your head fifteen degrees to the left." Harry stared at him accusingly, and the spirit of Gryffindor, who would not stop asking for an answer, began to emerge, "What the hell What happened—I want to know not only what happened after I lost consciousness, but also your unusual behavior these days."

Although Harry seemed to enjoy watching the game with Ron and the others these days, a large part of it was to reassure the people around him.

Not to mention Sirius and Lupine, he also noticed Draco's abnormality, but because there were too many people around him, he never had time to ask.

Draco looked at him with flickering eyes, his hair, which was always well fixed with hair mud, was a little messy at this moment, but he was completely unconscious.

Harry stared at Draco's much lighter lips than usual, pursed his lips, and said anxiously, "I thought we were friends! Is there anything you can't tell a friend?"

"Well, many things." Draco shrugged. If Snape were here, he would sneer and use the most sarcastic language to accuse him of learning Lucius' posture so well. A tiny peacock whose tail feathers emit hormones.

However, it was Harry who was on the scene at this time, so he could only blink his eyes ignorantly, listening to Draco's lines that seemed to be stating the truth but changing the subject: "No matter how good friends are, sometimes they have to hide from each other. For example, you You wouldn't have told me that you had a crush on a girl from the East in Ravenclaw, and I wouldn't have told you that I was engaged to a girl from a noble family in Slytherin..."

"You're engaged to a Slytherin girl!?" Harry's face turned pale suddenly, and his voice dropped several tones involuntarily. "When did it happen? I never knew...and, why?" said By the end, his volume was like a whisper.

Draco realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said—or, he acted like he realized he had said something he shouldn't have said. He closed his eyes, ignoring the green-eyed lion's dismay, and again The topic changed back to the main topic: "Sirius said that he couldn't tell you... But I think, even if I don't tell you, you will know about it sooner or later in the name of your savior—not long after you fainted, black The magic mark appeared..."

Harry, who hadn't had time to escape from one bad news, was instantly pushed into another bad news, and his face turned blue immediately: "What do you mean?"

"A giant Dark Mark appeared in the sky above the Quidditch World Cup, and the scene was chaotic." Draco pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "And there are a few men in black who seem to be Death Eaters taking advantage of it." The Muggles were attacked indiscriminately, which had a great impact. The British wizarding community was ashamed and sent to a foreign country this time... People from the Ministry of Magic, including my father and the Weasley family, rushed to deal with the situation, and we were sent to the West Rees escorted them back to Black's tent..."

"But... why?" Harry was still a little out of shape, his voice was low, and he didn't know whether he was asking himself or Draco.

But Draco knew what he was going to ask, he sighed helplessly, and held the person in his arms tighter: "Harry, Sirius didn't want to tell you for a reason, and it was also because it was possible Because of the 'reason', I will choose to tell you the truth - this incident is obviously aimed at you, and you are in danger..."