[hp] Pure White Age

When it was time, Harry spoke.Ron looked back at him, and the dark-haired boy was still staring straight ahead, as if the pattern on the wall was very interesting. "Not bad," said Ron hastily. "I'm feeling better now. Just give it your all, anyway."

Harry sipped his coffee with his head down. "You didn't look well last night, so I was a little worried about you," he said.Yesterday's training unexpectedly didn't go well.Ron didn't know why he couldn't play his usual form. His instincts weren't good enough, and he missed several balls from Katie Bell.Arya was very nervous about this, and she offered to do private tutoring for Ron, but Harry refused.Harry could see that Snape had given Ron a lot of training (though he didn't understand why), and he knew he shouldn't be pushing people to the limit before a match.

"I'm glad you didn't have Arya drag me back to the pasture, it makes me better," said Ron honestly.He used the time he stole from Arya to meet someone else, which is why he feels safe now.He noticed that Harry's left hand was always in his pocket, as if clutching something.His words made Harry's eyes twinkle. "That's good," he said, with a look of sadness Ron couldn't read. "We're going to win."

The tranquility around me is gradually being replaced by excitement, and the temperature in the auditorium seems to have risen a few degrees.Ron heard the song he no longer disliked faintly from the next table, changing to a lighter, softer tune.The crowd moved and talked among the long tables, the bread and eggs on the plate disappeared, and the last sip of coffee swirled in the white porcelain cup.The rain outside the window had ceased, and Hermione sat down next to Harry, casting a water-repellent charm on his glasses.Ron wondered what Harry was thinking now, but in the end they all just finished their coffee in silence.

Rain wasn't a good thing for Quidditch, but it helped Ron today.Until the moment he walked into the arena amidst the cheers of the crowd, his heartbeat still maintained a steady frequency.The audience was hidden behind a thin layer of mist, and through the goggles, he could only see a pulsating patch of red and green.Harry walked in the front and waved to the audience. Ron heard the students calling Harry's name. Of course, he also heard his own a few times.The two teams meet head-to-head, trotting to high-five each other's players in turn.The blond hair flew past Ron's eyes very quickly, and Ron grabbed the broom and flew to the ring in the air.

The Gryffindor players had their goggles water-resistant, and they had the upper hand here.Ron could clearly see the signal from Angelina and Arya.When he blocked Montague's ball almost upside down for the first time, there was an enthusiastic cheer from the audience, because almost at the same time, Ginny got past the stunned Pussy and scored the second for Gryffindor. very.Ron leaned over, eyes only for the mischievous Quaffle.Just yesterday, he was still worried that the cheers or boos outside the field would distract him, but now there is nothing in his ears, as if he was taken into a vacuum world.If you want to turn your worst fear into a suspension bridge, focus is just the basics.It turned out that it wasn't just intuition that had led him all along.The Quaffle was coming at him again, it was clearly coming, and Ron heard Angelina exclaim as she tried to intercept it, but only slowed it down a bit.Ron clenched his broom stick and swooped towards the leftmost ring, using the downward momentum of the broom to push the ball flying obliquely outward——

The Quaffle was pushed backwards in a huge arc, it circled drunkenly over the Ravenclaw seats, and then rushed all the way towards the Slytherin goal. Going forward, the Slytherins near her couldn't react in time, and they all avoided, just watching Ginny "send" the ball into the goal. "Well done, Ginny! Ron!" Angelina exclaimed excitedly, clutching her injured arm.If she hadn't been the first to intercept the ball just now, Ron would have been unable to control it. His left arm is still numb, and she must have been seriously injured.However, when Mrs. Hooch looked this way, Angelina looked very anxious: "I'm fine, I'm fine, please don't suspend the game!"

Ron looked up and found that the rain had stopped at some point.Harry and Draco were hanging high in the air far away from them.Ron couldn't see where the Snitch was at all, but judging from the movements of the two of them, it was hovering around there.Perhaps Angelina finds out that Harry is currently gaining the upper hand?Harry's movements quickly confirmed his guess. He swooped down one step faster than Draco, and he stretched out his hand less than a meter from the ground. Because of his unstable balance, he fell off the broom , fell on the grass.When he stood up, what he was holding in his hand was the golden snitch still waving its wings.

"We won, Gryffindor won!"

Ron was the first to hit the ground, and he was so happy he could have lifted Harry up.He patted his shoulder hard. "You're great, Harry, is there any Snitch you can't catch?" The team members also rushed up and surrounded Harry.This may be the most hearty smile Harry has had this semester. When everyone hugged, Ron was completely squeezed into Harry's arms. He simply hugged each other, and Harry hugged his chest Neck, buried his head on his shoulder.Ron heard Harry panting hotly in his ear, where the laughter and laughter hadn't been noticed, the warm lips touched the corners of his lips, and then moved away quickly.

Harry didn't explain the kiss until the end of the celebration in the Gryffindor common room.Ron was sitting on the couch by the fire, drinking a butterbeer that someone had smuggled in.As one of the protagonists, he should have enjoyed the party, bragging to his friends about how he stopped the most important shots, but his mind was messed up.After waiting so long, he longed to talk to Harry - face to face, just the two of them, to sort everything out.

"So you are here."

The girl smiled and sat down beside him. "Why don't you go back?" she asked.Ron turned his face, the girl's cheeks looked ambiguous under the reflection of the fire, and he even smelled the faint scent of lavender in the air.He has never smelled the pheromones of the opposite sex, maybe because their minds are more delicate and better at hiding; maybe because he has never sat so close to them.In fact, most people smell good, he thought vaguely, so smell is not as important as the teacher said.When you like someone, his fragrance is the best.

The girl took his arm.Ron lowered his head: "Sorry, Lavender." He was a little afraid to look at her.The girl who gave him his seat when he was at his worst, and cheered him on when no one had confidence in him.She was still smiling, but the strength to lift the corners of her mouth had weakened. "I thought..." she bit her lip, "I thought you broke up with Harry, that's what everyone said."

"We just had a little problem," said Ron, "but...sorry, I don't know what to say, there's nothing I can do...you understand?" He carefully pulled his arm out of her arms.Lavender's lips quivered and he looked like he was about to cry.She wasn't that close to him anymore.For the first time, Ron felt like a dumb dumb, and they sat in silence looking at the fire for a while, until Sister Patil, who was hiding aside, called her away.

It was very late, and Seamo's snoring should have sounded in the dormitory.Ron drained his glass of beer.Just as he was about to rise, a shadow came to the fire.Harry sat next to him on the couch just as he remembered that morning.

"Do you want to talk?" he said.

"Of course, if you want."

Harry looked down.He wanted to tell Ron that even now, he wasn't ready for this moment.They were each other's first real friends, and they were used to having each other by their side in both the happiest and worst moments.Goodwill seems to grow quietly in this habit.Ron Weasley was home to Harry Potter, it was as simple as that.

Ron was still waiting for him to speak.As the age grows, the other party seems to become more stable.Harry remembered the wisecracking, very loose-tempered Ron from the old days.Although he has changed a lot in the past few years, he still can't help but think jealously that during the time he didn't participate, another person broke in and changed his friend.Harry remembered Ron smiling at him this morning, "I feel better now." He automatically put his hand in his pocket.

"You must be wondering what happened between me and Snape that day." He gripped the bottle of cold liquid tightly. "He saw a lot of my bad memories without my permission that day. I couldn't close them up. He drove me to my breaking point. He would put a memory in the Pensieve before every class. , I knew that was the last thing he wanted me to see. So I took a peek at the memory while he was away. In Snape's memory, I saw that when my dad was young, he... and I The imaginary man was completely different, and so was Sirius. They were the kind of people who would take pleasure in bullying. Before I had time to finish, Snape came back and pulled me out of the Pensieve. He was sure Feeling ashamed, I finally understand why he hates me so much, anyway, we had a big fight. He insulted the relationship between my parents, and said that you and I should not be stupid enough to be emotional. If I can't control Voldemort Invade my mind, that will only put you and everyone around me in danger. The best thing to do in this situation is to shut down your feelings... I was too angry to take his words, so I left early."

"I'm sorry I keep avoiding talking about this. Because I really need time to digest. In fact, I still have intermittent dreams during this time, dreaming that I am a snake, crawling around in the dark room... the feeling It's really terrible, I really want to tell you, but I'm afraid that I will become weak, and when Voldemort appears, I will not be able to control my mind, I will let Voldemort succeed, and I will let everyone down on me hope..."

"You don't, Harry, you're very strong, there's no one else who can do it better than you."

Ron hugged him, and Harry closed his eyes, knowing that was exactly what he needed. "I know you want...to end this relationship, Snape must have talked to you about it, it's the best option." He said with difficulty, "I just never wanted to accept it."

"This isn't the end, Harry. I'll stay here for as long as you need to." As he said this, Ron met his gaze firmly, as if he were making an unbreakable vow that Harry knew he must will comply.

That's enough, Harry thought.Not to mention that bottle of Felicia that didn't come in handy, or that memorable kiss.Unlike what he had feared, their relationship didn't end, but it didn't go back to where it started, it became a delicate state.Ron Weasley still reminds Harry Potter of home and roses and other nice things, in a softer way.They are each other's blessing elixir, it is not necessary to actually drink it, just knowing each other's existence is enough to heal the body and mind.

☆、Chapter102 Snape's Memory (1)

"Do you really think it's the right thing to do?"

"What can I do? Dumbledore is more than a month behind the scheduled return date, and we don't have that much time to wait."

The candlelight was shaken by the wind for a while, illuminating two thick black silhouettes on the wall.Ron lowered his head: "But Dumbledore is in control of everything, we..." Seeing the clear look on Draco's face, he felt that he didn't need to say any more.

The blond boy held a small vial of blood in his hand. "Listen, Ron," his voice dropped to a softer tone, "I didn't do this because I wanted to disobey Dumbledore's orders, I just don't understand why he's already figuring out the Horcruxes. After the relationship with the space, I have been hesitant. There are only four doors that are important, and the Horcrux is hidden inside. I have practiced countless times this year, and it is impossible to know more unless I really go in. ...it's pointless to waste time like this."

"As long as you have the correct blood, you can walk in." Ron raised his jaw, "Whose blood belongs to that bottle?"

"Snape." Draco said sullenly, shaking the bottle in his hand. "Today I asked him about Dumbledore, but he didn't say anything. Dumbledore knew very well that we should try Snape's blood - he was a Death Eater with a long history, and he Blood is relatively easy to obtain—but every time I suggest it to him, he avoids it."

"Why doesn't Dumbledore want us to use Snape's blood?"

"I don't know." Draco stopped leaning against the table, "but this only proves one thing, and that is that his blood is indeed useful."

Ron stared at Draco.The blond boy's face showed determination, which he had never seen before.The pampered boy he knew was good at avoiding problems rather than solving them.But now, Ron felt that no matter whether the other party's decision was wise or not, at least he knew exactly what he was doing and what price he would pay.At the same time, he thought pessimistically that even if he preferred to wait for Dumbledore's instructions, the other party could not afford to wait.Voldemort's strength is recovering day by day, the day when he regains the necklace and even takes Draco's life is approaching day by day.They had to destroy the Horcruxes inside the door before the overhead knife fell, or it would be too late.

"Okay, just the two of us, tomorrow night. Remember to wear the Invisibility Cloak," said Ron.At this moment, he had a strange feeling, as if the necklace had returned to his chest, and the fate of the two of them was tied together alone and tightly again.He knew he should be afraid, after all, this wasn't a Transfiguration exam that he could make up if he failed, and he might be seriously injured, or die in obscurity.Ron admitted that Dumbledore's inspiration played a big role-it is indeed sacred to know that what you are doing can save the entire wizarding world-but more often, as long as he thinks about who is fighting by his side, the grid in his heart The Lion of Raffindor dispelled the cowardice.

Draco's eyes lit up. "Okay." After he agreed softly, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes moved back and forth between the ground and his face, and finally he walked to his side, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Something cold slipped into Ron's collar, and he looked down at it.The necklace was split into two pendants again, and at this moment they were flashing white light because they were too close.

"Dumbledore suggested that I do this. At the time of the handover ceremony, this half was on you, so in fact... you are also considered to be half the owner of the necklace, and it may be more effective with you."

Did Dumbledore think so too?Can he make the necklace more effective?Ron has not forgotten that it is the most precious black magic item of the Black family, and how Draco and he were tortured by it in the first place.In name, they are its masters, but in fact, they cannot "tame" it, and even fear the unknown hidden in it.Is there anything else in the world that belongs to you but is out of your control; it can make you strong, but it can also deprive you of your life in an instant?

And fate, thought Ron.That's brilliant irony.Who among those who are obsessed with black magic is not angry at their fate?And those who are content with their fate, or have a sense of belonging to their own destiny, none of them do not respect black magic and hate it deeply.In the middle of these two roads, there is an endless wilderness. Only Dumbledore waved to them in the middle of the wilderness, telling them that it is allowed to deviate from the right path.But in Dumbledore's heart, what are they?

Well, don't lose the chain at the critical moment, hurting the spring and autumn is not your style.Ron kicked the dirt pit under his feet and said goodbye to Draco.Before leaving, he glanced at the Mirror of Erised in the room, a white chaos in the mirror, and now his desire was as impermanent as fear, the Mirror of Erised and the Boggart were indistinguishable.Before the mirror was about to give an answer, he turned and left.Draco stood there, seemingly thinking the same thing.

The next day, they returned to the room where the magic mirror was after their night watch.Draco was wearing a black cloak and was carrying a small suitcase containing the Invisibility Cloak that Dumbledore had borrowed from Harry.He also brought Ron a cloak.Since the memory space inside the door is a magical life form, they don't know in advance which memory they will land in, so camouflage is necessary.After Ron put on the cloak, the two used magic to modify their faces. "We cannot be found by people who should know us in reality, let alone contact with ourselves in space, otherwise our souls will not come back." Draco reminded.Ron patted him on the shoulder: "We haven't been born yet in this memory, but you're right, every detail must be careful." Sensing Ron's reassurance, Draco smiled. "I'll protect you." He whispered as he put the necklace into the mirror.

This was the first time Ron had actually been inside the necklace.Even though both Snape and Draco had described the endless corridors to him, he still felt a shudder when his feet landed on the marble floor.Except for the bluish-white clouds floating in the sky, this place is like the palace of the Muggle royal family. It makes people wonder what secrets are hidden behind the closed doors.

Draco looked like he couldn't be more familiar with this place.He led Ron back and forth between the corridors, and soon came to four taller and more exquisitely carved doors. "The locks on the doors are enchanted to sense the right smell of blood, so we just have to—" Draco said, uncorking the glass bottle and moving closer to one of the door locks.Ron's heart was pounding, anticipation and fear of what was about to happen - but the door lock didn't move, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Draco moved the blood under the lock of the other door, still nothing happened.Ron was a little disappointed, but his intuition told him that if Dumbledore deliberately avoided using Snape's blood, there must be...

"Look!" Draco exclaimed, interrupting Ron's thoughts.He saw that the blood in the bottle seemed to be sucked into the keyhole by a suction force, and at the same time, the lines on the lock were slowly being dyed red.The whole process was extremely long, and Ron's attention was completely attracted by the direction of the blood. He didn't realize that he was holding Draco's cloak tightly until a portrait of a woman wearing a crown appeared on the lock.

Because it's getting too cold in the corridor.The two looked at each other, and the mist exhaled by each other formed a wall. "I've never heard Snape say such a thing!" Ron said loudly, deafened by the sound of the door slowly opening. "Have you ever seen it?" He saw Draco shaking his head and opening He opened his mouth to say something, but the door was completely opened at this moment, and the cold wind roared and pulled them into the door. The last scene Ron could remember was a blinding white light, and then he passed out in the accelerated fall .

When he opened his eyes again, he saw bare willow branches slanting across the whitening sky.A gust of cold wind blew by, and a cloud of snow fell from an unknown tree and happened to hit him in the face.

"Damn it!" Ron desperately dusted off the smashed snow on his face. He turned his head and found that Draco was lying not far from him, and his black cloak was particularly conspicuous in the snow.At this moment, another snow ball hit him hard.Ron stood up quickly, but his cloak was already wet, and the snow water flowed down the collar into his neck, making him shiver from the cold. "I hate winter." He muttered and lowered his head to adjust his shoes, but this move made him discover unexpectedly.

There was a ring of tiny footprints where he had just fallen.Ron's gaze followed the footprints and slid into the door of the cabin on the river bank.The hut is at the exit of an alley and looks very simple.Ron walked towards Draco with difficulty, thinking about whether he should seek help from the people in the room. They were in a mess now, but Draco said that it was best not to have too much contact with the people in the space.When he got to Draco's side, he found that he was also surrounded by a circle of footprints, and his body was covered with snow dust. It seemed that the child had been "studying" them for a long time.Draco's forehead was hurt, and Ron pulled out his wand and whispered a simple healing spell.

"Are you a wizard?"

Ron looked up in surprise.

A little boy appeared out of nowhere and was staring at the wound on Draco's forehead until it fully healed.In such a cold weather, this little boy only wore a large shirt over his unlined clothes. Even though he was wrapped in a large scarf, his nose was still red from the cold, and his shoulder-length hair was wet with snow. Glue on the scarf.Probably aware that Ron was looking at him, his cheeks flushed. "You're a wizard, aren't you?" he asked again anxiously, as if trying to divert Ron's attention, but also as if he really wanted an answer. "I'm a wizard, too," he went on, "but I'm not yet eleven, so I can't go to school yet. Are you from Hogwarts?"

Of course I'm from Hogwarts, where I have to take your classes.Ron glanced helplessly at Draco in his arms, and took a deep breath: "Yes, I am, can you do me a favor?"

Ron had expected Snape to lead them back to the house, but he didn't.Maybe it's because they're poorer than mine, just by the clothes he's wearing, Ron thought, and if Draco was awake, he might be able to tell him more about Snape's family.

Little Snape led them to an almost deserted playground.Ron saw two little girls swinging from a distance, one of them was swinging very high, her dazzling red hair was thrown arc after arc in the air.Another little girl was warning her not to make such a dangerous move, stomping angrily as she giggled.

"Lily!" cried little Snape.His voice trembled a little, and Ron had a gut feeling that he had never called that name so loudly before.The girl on the swing looked around, looking in their direction. "Severus." She called Snape's name, stopping the swing.Another little girl grabbed her and said something in a low voice, but the little girl named Lily didn't care, but ran towards them.Little Snape kept smiling as she approached them.

"Hey, what are you calling me for?" The red-haired girl came to Snape's side and looked at Ron and Draco curiously.

"They came from Hogwarts," Snape whispered, "but now one of them is injured, can you take them back to your house?"

Lily's beautiful green eyes lit up when Snape said the word Hogwarts. "Of course," she said quickly, looking up at Ron like a happy bird. "May I have your name?"

"Uh... Charlie." Ron apologized to his brother in his heart.

"My name is Lily, Lily Evans. This is my sister Petunia. I'm a witch too, but my parents and sister are Muggles - Severus says it doesn't matter, does it?" Girl His eyes flickered, looking a little unsure.Snape, who was walking in front, slightly shook his shoulders. "Of course, one of my best friends is a half-blood and one is a Muggle. They're both very gifted with magic." The half-blood had green eyes just like yours, Ron wanted to say.He was familiar with Lily's name, Lily Evans... and Petunia... But what puzzled him was that Harry never said that his mother and Snape were friends?If this was true, why did Snape hate Harry so much?

Lily smiled, and Snape walked more briskly.Petunia, who was waiting where she was, joined them, though still looking suspicious of him and Draco. "You shouldn't trust him for everything," she said to Lily in a low but still sharp voice. "He's from the Snapes! Those two look weird too!"

Lily seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally she turned to Ron and said, "Everyone in my family knows Hogwarts, so you don't have to worry." "Thank you," said Ron sincerely, "We won't bother Too long."

Snape stopped at Lily's door. "I have to go home," he said awkwardly. "Goodbye, Severus." There was another faint smile on his pale face as Lily called his name.

Lily's parents received them warmly.Lily's mother settled Draco in the guest room and made hot tea for Ron.Lily ran up and down the house, showing Ron her self-taught magic and asking him all kinds of questions about Hogwarts. "Cool, I want to be a prefect in the future." The little flower in her palm opened and closed like an oyster. "Do you think they'll let a Muggle-born wizard be the head of the student body, Charlie?"

"Of course, as long as you are strong enough," said Ron.While Lily was chattering beside him, Petunia never went far away, but stood on the stairs, with her feet taking turns drawing circles on the ground, as if she was suddenly interested in the group photo hanging on the wall.

"Charlie, your friend seems to be awake and wants to talk to you," Lily's mother called from upstairs.Ron hurried up to the second floor. He was a little nervous, wondering if he had screwed up.

"We have to do it all over again," Draco said, sure enough. "I didn't expect the way it landed - and when it landed. It was my mistake."

"Don't blame it all on yourself," said Ron wearily. "I'm still too inexperienced, aren't I? I should be more careful when I draw out my wand. I didn't expect Snape to be so elusive when he was a child." .and even weirder, why didn't he ever say he and Harry's mum were friends?"

"Maybe they parted ways a long time ago because of different ideas." Draco said lightly, "My father told me that he also gave up on someone because of this, maybe a good friend, I don't know." The hot tea swayed into swirls, and Ron held his hand, but the smile of little Snape before he left appeared in his mind. "We should try again, at least after he enters Hogwarts. But this trip is not fruitless." He shook Draco's hand, "At least we know that Lily Evans is right Snape was important as a kid, wasn't it?"

Draco nodded.Ron smiled at him, secretly praying that the next time he entered the memory space, he would not be hit by a snowstorm again.The aroma of dinner and Lily's laughter came from downstairs, but after they disappeared, the memory space would clear the "wrong" fragments directly, and people here would not remember their existence.Ron gripped the necklace tightly, imagining if Harry could see it for himself.

☆、Chapter103 Snape's Memory (2)

This time they entered the Hogwarts Express.Ron and Draco looked at Snape and Lily who were standing opposite each other.

Snape and Lily looked almost the same as when they first met, and with the obvious excitement on their faces, Ron realized that this was their first day of school.

"Could you please let me go?" The red-haired girl gestured to Draco politely, and smiled sweetly at Ron beside him.Harry's mum must be popular at school, Ron thought as he was pulled away from the freshmen's car by Draco.

"The timing is perfect," Draco said.The train hadn't started yet, and the corridor was full of students who had just parted from their parents, chirping like a zoo. "Do we need an invisibility cloak?" Ron asked him in a low voice. "It's hard for us to stay in the freshman car all the time."

"Then put it on," Draco said immediately, "We're running out of time tonight, we have to dig something out." As he spoke, Ron was slammed forward hard, Pushing Draco standing in front of him against the car window.Draco groaned and steadied Ron's shoulders.

Ron didn't feel well either, he felt that the sharp horn that hit him kept grinding his back, and just before he turned his head to warn, Draco's face became a little subtle.Ron turned his head slowly, and a boy who looked about their age was looking at them.

The boy had a pale face and long blond hair draped over his shoulders, giving Ron a sense of familiarity.Standing around him were two fellow Slytherins, one of whom was carrying a suitcase as if it were a tribute to the Queen, and now Ron knew what was sticking to his back.

The boy's eyes wandered between the two, and finally fell on the emblem of Draco's robe. "I haven't met you two," he said slowly. "Are you in seventh grade?"

Draco held Ron's hand in the dark, and he pretended not to hear the boy's question clearly, which is natural in a noisy crowd.The moment the train bell rang, the blond boy finally took his eyes off them.Ron was led into the bathroom by Draco, and the door slammed shut behind itself. "Suitcase," Draco said softly.

Ron took out the Invisibility Cloak from the suitcase. "How does it feel to see your father?" He smiled and pinched Draco's magically transformed nose. "Don't worry, he will never guess that it's his son."

Draco glared at him softly, and took the Invisibility Cloak from his hand. "I've seen him in the space a long time ago. In fact, I've seen your father many times." He said in a low voice, putting on the invisible hat for Ron, and not forgetting to touch his fluffy red hair He took a swipe and kissed his lips.Ron couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to pull his lover back to him and kissed him enough, and now they were completely squeezed into the invisibility cloak. "You're interfering with the mission," Draco said, though his tone didn't sound like a complaint.

When they successfully returned to the compartment where Snape and Lily were, the two children were sitting by the window writing and drawing.It looks like Snape is telling Lily about aconitum and pomegranates, and it's amazing to hear your teacher teach potions with such a childish voice.Lily listened carefully, her long curly red hair gently slipped from her shoulders as she nodded.

"Hey, across the way, which academy do you think you'll enter?"

The boy sitting behind the two suddenly turned his head and asked.Ron noticed his hair first, because it really stood out, with the bristles standing up impetuously like hedgehog spines.He wore glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he was by no means the kind of bookworm who would be ignored in school. On the contrary, the boy's face had an air of being used to being in the center of the crowd, and he looked spoiled, very much like Draco in the past.

Because of the location, the boy's gaze was originally on the student opposite Snape and Lily.Both boys said they wanted to go to Gryffindor, and the boy raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "what about you?"

Lily looked a little nervous, and Ron guessed she didn't understand the stereotypes students had about the four Houses.She blinked and looked at Snape, waiting to hear his answer.

"Slytherin," Snape said.

"Huh, Slytherin? How could anyone want to go to Slytherin?" The boy stretched out a hand on the back of their chair, startled Snape, and turned his head to joke at the person sitting opposite him: " I have to leave this carriage, won't you go?"

When Ron saw the man sitting across from the boy, he immediately realized that the man with the glasses was James Potter.Because although he has never seen