grryffindor secret

He paced back and forth in front of the blank wall, and when the door finally appeared in front of Harry, he let out a long breath, raised his hand and pushed the door open, yelling that almost made him sit on the ground—

"Damn it! Potter!!"

The young blond-haired Slytherin almost jumped up from the sofa, his robe was draped over the back of an armchair, his upper body was only wearing a shirt, the sleeves were rolled up, and the tie was hanging loosely around his neck, stumbling around, Draco Malfoy opened his pale gray eyes wide at the sudden intruder.

Harry stared at him dumbfounded, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "What are you doing Malfoy!" subconsciously protecting Griffin in his arms, and he only took off half of the invisibility cloak at this time, which meant that Draco saw The coming savior has only half of his body and is crumbling.

"I don't think I need to report to you, Potter." Well, he's finally regained a little composure, a little, chest heaving, Draco thought, taking a deep breath mentally. "...Apparently I'm not the only one who violated the school's night out."

"Damn, I, I mean...uh..." He lost his ability to speak for a moment, and Harry wasn't ready to face the Slytherin in front of him.After all, he'd just been thinking about Draco Malfoy a few minutes ago, and it felt like getting caught out of nowhere.He felt his heart beat strangely faster, and Harry was distraught by it. Snape was right, he did need to learn more about how to control his emotions, at least, don't always be so reckless, so like a standard impulsive Gryffindor.He was annoyed again - he didn't need to think about dealing with Voldemort anymore, did he?

Harry's incoherence didn't please the Slytherin in front of him, when Harry noticed a potion cauldron in front of the sofa where Malfoy was sitting, and materials scattered all over the floor - he only recognized caterpillars and Daisy roots, while the potion in the cauldron was smoking and bubbling suspiciously green.

"What's this?" Harry asked, recalling what those ingredients could do with his almost dry knowledge of potions, and at the same time took off the Invisibility Cloak completely and shivered, stuffing it into the pocket of his school uniform, "It doesn't look too bad Miao...what are you doing sneaking around here, bastard?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, having managed to slip back into his usual aloof and haughty mask.And he didn't answer Harry, his attention was completely drawn to the creature in Gryffindor's arms. "What's that?" he asked back, and Draco started to move closer to Harry to get a closer look. "Our great Harry Potter's new holy trouble?"

"A Griffin," he said dryly, fighting the urge to back away. Harry also gradually recovered from the shock of this unexpected meeting, and found his tongue again, "A, um, Griffin."

"Griffin! Where did it come from?" After seeing the child clearly, Draco didn't bother to hide the sigh in his voice, and he raised his hand to touch the soft-looking down on the top of Griffin's head, "...it's so Small."

Harry was vaguely aware that something was unusual, that no Malfoy of any age he'd known in the seven years he'd known should show this inclination towards magical creatures, even this was a Griffin from Gryffindor.

"Oh, that's a long story..." Harry frowned, his mind racing to decide whether he could trust Malfoy enough to tell him the existence of the Chamber of Secrets.Frankly speaking, he doesn't really want to talk too much, no matter with whom.Indeed, he thought so.But against Malfoy, the Slytherin always easily pulled himself back into a vivid mood.Malfoy had apparently finally relaxed after the battle, his expression was less tense - the way Harry was least used to seeing it, he could feel it, bit by bit he had found his composure, and at the same time faced The smirk Harry always wore - the one Harry was most used to seeing.

Surprisingly Draco didn't bother with the answer - maybe he was used to seeing too much inconceivability appearing on Harry Potter, he drew his wand, waved it at the little guy before Harry could react to stop him from doing so, and muttered Incantation, the next second, a silver and green bow appeared on Griffin's neck.

"Hey Malfoy! A bow?!" Harry said grumpily. "What do you think you're doing? You can't tie a Griffin that color! A bow! Silver green?!" he repeated angrily.

The familiar smirk appeared on the corner of Draco's mouth again, "What can you do, Potter?" He retorted, his tone was also familiar with arrogance, Harry refused to admit that he might really miss this in his heart, "No one can understand unless it's me download it."

Harry took a deep breath and was about to retort when Griffin, who had been quiet all this time, stood up on Harry's palm and interrupted him. balance.Then he tilted his head to look at the new face in front of him, who was also looking at it with similar gray eyes.Then, with enough attention from the two of them, it flapped its wings, flew up, passed a certain distance, and then landed steadily on the ground.

The two boys watched Griffin's actions for no apparent reason.

"Potter?"

"I don't know what it's going to do...so shut up...Malfoy."

Griffin seemed to be curious about his surroundings. He folded his wings and walked slowly, observing the furniture that was much larger than himself.

Like a lost bridge, they fell into silence.The boys didn't bother trying to communicate with each other, and in unison, they all locked their attention on Griffin, who had moved near the bench, like it was a lesson that required total mental concentration.

After the war, those swords were tense, those old confrontations had gradually faded, and everyone was trying their best to adapt to the change of roles. He didn't know about other houses, at least Gryffindor. Leitlin - through Malfoy's open attitude.Anyway, Potter and Malfoy hadn't seen each other staring at each other for six years at the school.They were not used to it, whether it was Harry or Draco, they were used to the opposite position that the other had been in for six years, instead of this delicate side-by-side relationship like now.

"Um, you know," shifting uneasily in the silence, Harry broke it and tried to say something, but his eyes remained fixed on Griffin, his thoughts drifting away, "I guess I should say thank you .”

Draco raised his eyebrows at that, knowing that everyone needs healing after the war, both physically and mentally.They hadn't seen each other for at least a month, at most a hasty glimpse of the messy black hair from far down the hall, and he actually knew exactly what Harry was referring to. "That's not like you, Potter." He folded his arms, "Considering that I had already switched my allegiance to you at that time, you don't need to—"

"It was you who threw me your wand," Harry snapped a little forcefully, as he had done so many times before bedtime, and he fell back into the memory again, "from a crowd...and that takes courage." Actually He still can't believe Malfoy's actions back then, even though he'd experienced it. Voldemort confiscated his holly wand, and in the chaos, he heard someone calling to him urgently, and the next second he caught Draco Malfoy throwing his wand, which was still warm.

"If it wasn't me, it would be someone else."

"But, it was you. You were there. You did it." He said earnestly, Harry still wasn't used to "Potter and Malfoy's calm conversation", as if the subconscious in his blood was trying to pull him back to yelling He struggled with his old habit of yelling, feeling like he hadn't said such a long paragraph in a long time, "And you've brought a new force to the side of the light that can't be ignored. Some people just don't get it, they No, they refuse to believe that Slytherins can be kind. That's not right."

"Ha, I think you should understand that Slytherins are good at judging the situation. Look, we really don't have a chance to talk to the time, do we? Now that it comes to this," he said lightly, as if he had made up his mind. Draco continued, "The sixth-year Dark Lord ordered me to kill that old madman, Dumbledore, just to punish my father for failing. That's when I began to question the point of this war. Is he really fighting for the benefit of the pure-bloods? Just for himself. He's a madman, even though he's powerful."

Draco moved his left arm, where the marks had faded over time, he paused for a second, his voice faded, "Anyway, I need to make a choice, and Dumbledore gave me the second Another chance. And, the magic you cast on me in the bathroom that nearly killed me was enough to impress me. I realized that you actually have the same powers as the Dark Lord, and you are only 17 years old like me. You are more than that Crazy people have more possibilities, and you will give me choices."

"I didn't mean to kill you Malfoy," Harry said guiltily, his memory of that Slytherin lying helpless in a pool of blood damn well, and he hasn't used that spell since, " I read it in a book, it was only written to be used on enemies, and I—”

"Okay Potter, stop your meaningless babbling..." Draco interrupted him, and continued, "I decided to trust you and take the chance that man gave me. The decision I made at the end of sixth grade made me After the end of this war, I got the best result. Hand over part of the property for reconstruction, and father and mother only need to be observed in the manor for a year. Of course, we need to pay a certain price for the previous wrong choice... and This is a minimal loss, because of your testimony, Potter."

"I just, I just did what I could."

"Me too, did all I could." Draco shook his head at him, "Even though I hate to admit it, I really appreciate what you've done for my family."

Silence fell again.

Draco shrugged, not intending to argue or add anything, he had said enough.Still not looking at Harry, he decided to technically end the subject, "Want to talk about this now?" He raised his chin in Griffin's direction. "You've always been good at getting yourself into all kinds of trouble, including being a breeder, aren't you Potter?"

Harry snorted, and he couldn't fail to notice the teasing in Malfoy's tone, "Obviously, the great Harry-fucking troublemaker-Potter, I guess part of my life is probably to break all the school rules, break the All the damn rules."

"It's really yours," Draco chuckled, and he tapped Harry on the shoulder lightly, and the atmosphere was so friendly that they went back to the original question, "So where did it come from?"

"Hey, I'd rather ask you about this potion—"

"Oh come on Potter... Use your rusty brain and look at the material. It's just a potion of age reduction... Seriously I've always wondered how you got into the NEWT class..."

"Why do you want to--"

Before he finished speaking, the two boys noticed at the same time that Griffin, who was flying around in the air, was flapping his wings with difficulty, and his whole body was hanging above the cauldron. It whimpered and sneezed, and Griffin was bleeding. Tears, tiny teardrops fell into the cauldron, and its body was shaking dangerously, tending to fall.

"Damn it! I forgot the ingredients in the potion might anesthetize magical creatures!"

Before Griffin fell into the cauldron, the Slytherin leapt closer to Harry, shielding it with both hands.

"Malfoy!!"

There was a loud bang, and Draco suspected that Griffin's tears might have disrupted the balance of the potion and caused the cauldron to explode. He thought sarcastically, meeting Potter as expected, doomed this extraordinary night.And the last thing he could do before he lost consciousness was to hold Griffin tightly in his hand to protect him from the liquid.He saw the concern and anxiety in those green eyes and wanted to laugh at Potter's stupidity.The effect of the potion started from a coma, and he fell into complete darkness before he could lift the corner of his mouth.