[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

It seemed that he had slept on the small sofa for a long time, so that he was a little drowsy and uncomfortable when he was awakened. Draco sat up with his forehead pressed, and the thick blanket on his body slowly slid down to the floor.

"Why did you fall asleep here?"

Harry bent down to pick up the books that fell on the ground, then picked up the blanket and threw it aside. When he looked down at his face, his slightly cool fingers pressed against his bloodless cheeks, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Draco frowned slightly, held his hand, and said with a little doubt: "I just read a book for a while—it seems that I also had a not-so-good dream..."

He tried hard to think back, but he couldn't remember what he had dreamed about. He only felt that his chest was dull and sore, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just a dream, just forget it."

Harry rubbed his hair indifferently, looked out the window at the finally clear sky, "Go for a walk in the garden, and have lunch later."

"Okay." Draco shook off that weird emotion, and while getting up, he turned his head and said, "There are still some documents that need to be processed in the next few days—"

"You can figure it out," Harry shook his head for his tone as if asking for approval, and urged, "Don't be too tired."

"will not."

Draco couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, tentatively hooking his fingers, his restless left hand was quickly pinched gently, and when the fingers were clasped together, a little soft warmth in the palm of his hand silently adhered to it. Together, the gentle touch spread all the way to the bottom of my heart.

Passing through the hall, a loud whistle broke the ambiguous and joyful atmosphere that made him flustered. The oncoming Sirius smiled and looked at their clasped palms, his dark eyes sparkling.

"Didn't you agree, let me know if there is any progress?" However, after not coming for a few days, the godfather felt that he had missed a lot of gossip, and felt deeply regretful.

"I didn't say yes," Harry said calmly.

"Little bastard." The rare guy who dared to touch the Dark Lord's head reached out his hand unceremoniously, and vigorously ruffled his hair.

Harry stood there helplessly, complaining without temper: "It's hard to take care of."

The Potter family's always spiky hair was messed up in a short while, like a big artistic bird's nest, which really detracted from his brutal image of killing people without blinking an eye.

Sirius let go of his hand, and a smirk appeared on his handsome face, "Hurry up, give me a little bun to play with, so you don't have to worry about your hairstyle anymore~"

Harry was speechless for a moment, and Draco looked slightly embarrassed and glared at him angrily.

"That's what you told my father back then, right?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Sirius raised his eyebrows at him, "Isn't it~"

Knowing that the two of them were going to the garden, he tactfully didn't make light bulbs, and went to the kitchen to arrange lunch, as always, with a nonchalant look.

Draco was a little uncomfortable with Sirius' jokes, his clenched hands all the time seemed to become hot, and he walked slowly to a bush of roses still covered with rain and dew, seeing that Harry's hair still looked weird , and couldn't help but want to laugh a little, raised his hand to sort it out for him very carefully.

"So happy?" Harry lowered his head cooperatively, his gaze swept over his lower abdomen pointedly, "Potter Manor is indeed a little deserted sometimes."

Draco's face turned red, he cleared his throat, and said falteringly, "Will...will you?"

Harry had already clasped his waist, pressed him tightly to himself, pecked lightly on his earlobe, and whispered, "I really want to skip the engagement banquet and go straight to the wedding."

In the garden where the drizzle had just stopped, there was a damp and slightly fishy smell from the soil, and the light and elegant fragrance of flowers lingered on the tip of his nose. Draco took a deep breath of the sweet air. She touched his neck and offered her lips actively.

The slender eyelashes trembled and drooped slightly, covering the shattered sunlight in the eyes, and the shallow breathing gradually became scorching hot with the intense entanglement of lips and tongue.

After a long and deep kiss, Draco buried his whole body in his chest, and whispered, "It's fine, as long as I can be with you."

Harry stroked his hair lightly, a little warmth glowed in his deep and calm eyes.

Naturally, there must be some necessary rituals, and outsiders must not feel that his attitude is contemptuous and that he does not pay enough attention to it.

"Really, whatever."

Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, Draco suddenly felt the corners of his eyes sore, and an inexplicable dull pain filled his heart.

Many, many words were choked in his throat, which he wanted to say for a long time but couldn't say. He hugged the person in front of him tightly, as if he wanted to absorb a little warmth and strength, and as if he wanted to say it with all his strength. Pass those things to the other party, "I hope you can get happiness, Harry, and I hope that you can have me in that happiness—I hope that we can have something that really belongs to us, a home."

"As long as you want more," he said in a trembling voice, obviously everything was fine, but suddenly his eyes got wet uncontrollably, "I can give you anything, really, anything—"

"What's the matter?" Harry's voice was a little unnaturally hoarse, he lowered his head to look at the corners of his reddened eyes, and gently wiped away the lingering crystal with his fingertips.

Draco shook his head quickly, extremely ashamed of his unreasonable emotional reaction, but the stuffy and sour feeling made his throat blocked, and under the distressed gaze of his partner, he could not help sobbing.

He didn't know why he was crying at all, but he suddenly felt very sad, as if every time he took a breath, it hurt, and something invisible pinched his heart with such force that it was almost crushed, making it difficult for him to even breathe. difficult.

"Draco—" Harry's complexion changed slightly, and his first reaction was to suspect that Easter had done something wrong yesterday, so he took out his wand and used all the detection magic he knew to check for him.

"I'm fine." Draco managed to calm down under the various beams of light. He didn't notice that the eyes of the person in front of him flickered for a moment, and he wiped the wet tears on his face. He was extremely embarrassed.

"It's fine." Harry put away his wand thoughtfully, and only after he was emotionally stable, he walked slowly towards the main house with his arm around his shoulder.

After lunch, they played Wizard Chess for a while under the command of Sirius bluffing, and Harry urged the tired Draco to go back to his room to rest.

Sirius vaguely felt that there was something wrong with their way of getting along. The arrogant and reckless young master Malfoy in the past was a little ridiculously obedient. He scratched his head, thinking that he was Sissy's son after all, so he couldn't help asking the same question again. "What the hell is going on with you two?"

Harry was mentally checking who might be in and out of Potter Manor today, and he said absent-mindedly, "I'm picking out an engagement ring."

"So soon?" Sirius raised his voice sharply. Last time, Harry acted like he was doing business and had no personal relationship. Today, he actually told others that he has made an appointment for the Potters, "Hey Harry, what a big deal! You never told me about it."

Harry couldn't help but startled, he had just made up his mind, and it was really a long time since he had explained something to anyone in advance.

Sirius sighed to himself, looking at him helplessly, "Well, at least, you can't handle those by yourself—"

He also saw how busy his godson was.

"Isn't there still a godfather?" Although there was no shortage of subordinates running errands, and what to do was a matter of one sentence, Harry still slowed down his tone and put on a soft gesture.

"I happen to be free too. We made the wedding banquet of James and Lily together. I have experience." Sirius selectively forgot the pile of documents in the study that gave him a headache, hesitated, and tried again. Ask, "Is the guest list finalized?"

"The time hasn't been set yet." Harry's eyes flickered, "Don't worry about that, I will discuss it with Draco."

Sirius hummed, and changed the subject in a cooperative manner, "Since it's been decided, treat them well. It's also a blessing to have someone to support and walk along together."

He stroked Harry's hair and said softly, "Everything will be fine."

"Yes." Harry slightly curled his lips, "Everything will be fine."

The door of the lounge was gently pushed open, and Percy walked in with steady steps, Sirius just thought he had something to report, greeted him and left.

Harry frowned slightly, his previously relaxed expression slowly turned cold.

"Lord." Percy said calmly after bowing and saluting, "Something went wrong this morning. Malfoy was in the small study when I retrieved the suppressant. He saw those potions, so he had to clear his memory."

Harry stared at him for a while before saying in a deep voice, "Be careful next time."

Percy responded with an unchanged expression, and the slightly drooping eyelashes covered the complex expression. The person in front of him really didn't intend to stop taking the inhibitor at all. Even Malfoy could forgive him, but he still had to criticize himself like this .

"Go and do your work." Harry got up and walked towards the door, then suddenly turned his head and ordered, "In the future, please notify me as soon as possible—I will deal with it."

Even if he will make the same choice as him, he doesn't want other people to do anything to that person.

"Yes." Percy's downcast gaze remained on the carpet, and he slowly raised it when he was far away.

In the master bedroom, Draco had already fallen asleep, with a disturbed expression on his pale face, as if he had not slept peacefully.

Harry sat down against the edge of the bed, sat quietly for a while, gently held his hand in the palm of his hand, and lowered his head to place a light kiss on the center of his brow.

In the dark green eyes, there was a deep longing and tiredness that he had never seen when he was awake.

I love you.

The black-haired young man's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound. Seeing his sleeping face gradually become calm and stable due to such a soft touch, his originally straight lips slowly raised a slight arc.

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When he received Daniel's summons and learned that Ron and Hermione had finally recovered, Harry's expression was in a trance for a moment.

He dropped all his official business, and rushed to St. Mungo's as quickly as possible with a lot of people waiting to be interviewed. In the quiet and spacious corridor of the Charms and Injury Department, separated by clean and transparent glass, after many years, he finally Once again, I saw the sober and bright eyes of my friend.

The Weasley family huddled together lively, with bright red hair all over their eyes. They cheered, hugged, kissed, and surrounded Ron and Hermione, who were blushing from George's laughter. In the middle, I was so happy that I almost cried with joy.

Harry watched the long-lost scene of happiness, and stopped quietly a few steps away from the ward.

His friends, time seems to be frozen in the best years, their smiles are still warm and sincere, their eyes are still clear and firm, and when they look at each other with a smile on their faces, they are as soft and beautiful as if they have never experienced any darkness and harm.

very nice.

He took a light breath, suppressed the pain that was sweeping up from the bottom of his heart like a tsunami, and finally looked away from afar, then reluctantly looked away, without disturbing the reunited family, quietly turned and left up.

"Lord—"

Daniel followed behind him step by step, his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish, he hesitated for a while but couldn't help but say, "You don't want to be with them—"

"Ask Heinrich to send their young master here," Harry ordered softly, interrupting the rare concern of his subordinates, "They will arrange the personal protectors themselves, and we will solve the rest of the problems."

Daniel's lips moved, and in the end he just responded respectfully: "Yes."

Harry stared straight ahead, and after walking for a while, he said slowly, "Please be careful, you may encounter more troubles in the future."

Daniel was stunned for a while with an apologetic tone, looked up at the forever indestructible back of the person in front of him, and suddenly smiled, "When have we ever been afraid of trouble?"

Harry couldn't help showing a faint smile, and then slowly pursed the corners of his lips, leading him gradually away from the room full of laughter and laughter, and seeing those warm smiles, concerned exhortations and everyone occasionally looking at the room. All the expectant eyes of the door fell behind.

When the two stepped into the crowded corridor, the bustling flow of people quickly and quietly gave way to a passage.

He walked through it at a leisurely pace, and suddenly remembered the time when all the stories hadn't started yet, the one who walked through the crowd alone with anticipation and fear, and tremblingly walked towards the Sorting Hat under the eyes of many attentions. little boy.

He had also thought that maybe the dirty hat was right and he would be a better fit in Slytherin.

But it was never just pain and hatred that kept him going, there were many other things - as Dumbledore and Sirius told him, those Gryffindor-style passions, courage , and love left an indelible mark on his life.

Let him see a glimmer of light even in the dark.

Let him see clearly where he should go.

☆、Double life episode

"Excuse me--"

Ron Weasley peeked from the door of the carriage, and saw the little black-haired boy sitting alone by the window.

He rested his chin with one hand, with a complicated and gloomy expression on his face, silently staring at the bustling crowd outside the window in a daze.

"Hello, are there any vacancies here?"

Compared with other bustling and crowded carriages, this place is strangely deserted, Ron dragged a heavy suitcase, and asked carefully.

The boy seemed to be stiff for a moment, but when he turned around, his expression lost his enthusiasm, and he nodded slowly, "Sit down, I'm alone."

"Ok."

Ron struggled to bring the suitcase in, and was about to stuff it into the luggage rack. The person in front of him had already pulled out his wand, and after chanting a short but awkward spell, his suitcase flew by itself. up.

"Wow~"

Ron, who had been trying and failing to cast spells all summer, widened his eyes. "That's really cool—I mean thanks."

"You're welcome."

The boy retracted his wand slowly, with a calm expression on his face, which made Ron, who had always been carefree, a little uncomfortable.

Couldn't be a Slytherin?

He secretly thought in his heart, but although the person in front of him looked a little colder, he helped him when they met for the first time, maybe it was just that he was not good at communicating with people?

Moreover, facing those quiet green eyes, he inexplicably felt that he wanted to get closer. He opened his mouth and was about to introduce himself, when the door he just closed was pushed open roughly, and there was a loud "bang" , Even the glass of the window shook.

A bright platinum-gold color flashed into the eyes, and the boy with delicate face strode in, trembling with anger, grabbed the black-haired boy he hadn't gotten to know before, and was about to leave.

"Hey——" Ron jumped up from his seat and shouted protectively, "What do you want to do?!"

The black-haired boy patted the man's shoulder reassuringly, and smiled at him again, "Sorry, this is my friend, I guess I've been looking for it for a long time—"

How can you have a friend with such a bad temper?

Seeing the red-haired boy's complaints written on his face, the visitor's complexion became even worse. He grabbed the person in his hand and rushed through the aisle angrily. When he came to an empty box, he slammed the door and closed the door forcefully, " With a snap, the falling curtain blocked the curious view from outside.

"You didn't come?!"

If he was just guessing when he had waited foolishly for a long time in Diagon Alley without anyone, the unsurprised expression of the black-haired boy had clearly pointed out the fact.

"Don't want to see me?!"

Draco's eyes that were originally full of anger dimmed a little, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he felt that it was ridiculous to show such a weak posture, so he turned his face away awkwardly.

"What nonsense."

Harry smiled softly, and stretched out his hand towards him. Seeing that he was still leaning towards him without any resistance, his eyes softened a little, and he hugged him in his arms and smoothed his hair patiently.

"It took me a while to deal with that thing on my forehead," he said. "I was thinking of getting to know Master Malfoy again when I changed into my normal clothes—this time I won't miss your outstretched hand."

But Draco couldn't listen to the explanation behind, and happily pressed his fingers on the scar on his forehead, "Is it all right?"

"Of course." Looking at his lover who was easily distracted, Harry slightly intensified the strength of his hug, and sighed, "So you're here too—"

"If I don't come, you will use this image to hook up with Master Malfoy who just entered school." Draco said sourly, even eating his own jealousy, and eating it happily.

Harry couldn't help laughing, "So what do you want from me?"

Draco was speechless for a moment, then whimpered and nibbled on his neck, "Bastard."

"We're only 11 my dear," Harry said resignedly, stroking his hair, "don't be in such a hurry."

Draco has already passed the age where he would blush even if he was teased by this person. After dawdling on his neck for a while, he said in a muffled voice, "I want to find you, but I'm afraid it's not you."

me too.

Harry's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, huh?"

"Why did you come back suddenly? Can we go back?" These days, he was so calm that Lucius didn't even find any flaws. When he met this person, he seemed to have finally relied on him, showing some confusion and struggling. , "I saw them again, it was as good as a dream...but there..."

Harry was silent for a moment before he said, "I have a hunch that sooner or later I'll have to go back and treat it as a vacation—aren't you just regretting that you're too busy to go on your honeymoon?"

"Whose honeymoon is so exciting?"

Draco grunted, thinking of those people who are still alive, his eyes moistened quietly again.

He only hopes that if he can redeem all his regrets in this world, the people in front of him can let go of those guilt feelings and make his life easier.

Harry suddenly pinched his still somewhat fleshy little face, very satisfied with the soft feel, and said with a smile: "Why didn't I realize that you are so cute in the first grade~"

Draco blinked, raised his hand to gesture at the height of the two, raised his eyebrows, "You're cute, I'm a little taller than you~"

Both of them felt that this kind of behavior was so childish, they smiled at each other, and sat down on the seats together with their hands clenched. Harry pointed to the door, and the door suddenly opened, and two chubby men fell in with a thud. , looked up at them foolishly.

"Go and see what there is to eat." Draco dismissed his servants calmly, opened the curtains, and finally had the mood to look at the galloping scenery outside the window.

The train was speeding all the way, and when it arrived at Hogwarts, the sky had already become dark. Hagrid was welcoming the new students at the station. He was quite surprised by the well-behaved little Malfoy who appeared next to the obedient little Harry.

The half-giant with a simple and honest personality scratched his head with some annoyance. Facing the immature smiling faces of the two children who were clearly getting along happily, he couldn't say anything to belittle Slytherin. He took his huge oil lamp and beat a bunch of kid The leader went to the lake.

"Four in a boat—"

He yelled in a rough voice, seeing Harry carefully holding Malfoy's hand and boarding the same boat, stroking his bushy beard with a very considerate look.

He should be happy for Harry to make friends so quickly, but why is it a Malfoy?

The invisible oars paddled the water, and they were getting closer and closer to Hogwarts. Amongst a bunch of chattering children, Harry seemed unusually quiet, staring straight ahead without blinking, in the darkness, the lights The splendor of the castle is extraordinarily magnificent.

This was the first place he regarded as home, but he never set foot there again after graduation.

The smooth and soothing fluctuations of magic power passed by lightly, like that ancient castle, which is welcoming every child with joy.

While queuing up for sorting, Draco kept whispering to Harry quietly.

"Slytherin is a double dormitory—well, my dad told me," he stammered, and continued to prod, "you just tell that old hat you're coming to Slytherin and we'll live together .”

He was a little worried about Harry's sorting results, and he didn't know what the Sorting Hat could see.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a soft smile, "I would like to know where I will be assigned."

His tone was downplaying, but a gloomy color flashed in his eyes, Draco's heart immediately suspended, he was more nervous than his own sorting house back then, when he heard his name being called from above, he walked up absent-mindedly.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched his hair, it snorted angrily, "Who are you calling a broken hat—Slytherin!"

Amidst the laughter of the whole hall, Draco calmly took off his hat and returned it to Professor McGonagall, and walked towards the long Slytherin table. Harry in the line burst out laughing, and then turned his gaze to the teacher's seat.

His perception of Snape was really complicated, his eyes swept across that mean and gloomy face, and met Dumbledore's smiling eyes again.

The old man looked calm and in good spirits. It seemed that the conversation a few days ago had not affected his quality of sleep at all.

He pursed his lips and smiled lightly, and his tense emotions calmed down all of a sudden.

"Harry Potter—"

Professor McGonagall called out the names of the students in the next branch, and there was an uproar in the auditorium. Everyone stretched their necks to see who the Boy Who Lived had never appeared before.

With a calm expression, Harry walked forward with unhurried steps, ignoring all the excited gazes. When he put on the sorting hat like other freshmen, the brim of the hat covered his eyes, and his vision was pitch black.

There was no ridicule, no suggestion, it was rare this time to like the squeaky Sorting Hat, and there was a long silence.

The auditorium, which had been restless for a long time, gradually became quiet.

Everyone held their breaths and waited for the result. It seemed that there was some invisible pressure, which made the whispering students unconsciously lower and lower their voices until they swallowed them all down their throats.

"no doubt--"

When the atmosphere in the auditorium was almost stagnant, everyone finally heard the hat that always yelled at the top of its voice, uncharacteristically, with a solemn and solemn tone that seemed to be making some kind of judgment , clearly and resoundingly declared:

"Gryffindor."

The little lions were all trembling, none of them had ever heard the name of their college, and the Sorting Hat pronounced it so slowly and carefully, it seemed that a short word was suddenly endowed with an extremely heavy meaning.

Dumbledore was the first to applaud at the teacher's table, and the little animals who were looking at each other also reacted, and the sparse applause soon became enthusiastic.

At the center of everyone's attention, the black-haired boy carefully took off his hat, turned his head and glanced at the Slytherin table, with a small arc of his mouth, stood up and handed the Sorting Hat to the strange-looking McGonagall professor.

After bowing slightly and saluting, he turned and walked towards the long table of Gryffindor, where there was thunderous applause.

Everyone on the long table looked at him with twinkling eyes. Hermione tilted her body to avoid Ron's waving arms. Neville, who was accidentally knocked on the head, smiled cheerfully. George and Fred whistled loudly and shouted "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!".

When he approached, the immature Percy tried to put on a calm and reliable look, and formally extended his right hand to him, "Welcome to Gryffindor."

"Thank you."

Harry shook hands for a moment, and sat in the empty seat next to Ron and Neville. The red-haired boy leaned towards him impatiently with excitement and curiosity on his face.

"I'm Ron Weasley."

"I'm Neville Longbottom." Neville on the right said eagerly under the smiling and questioning gaze of the black-haired boy.

"Hello." Under the shining candlelight, the emerald green eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of warm light.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter."

☆, interpenetrating episode 1

"This mirror is quite old."

In a remote room in Potter Manor, Draco, who was busy tidying up recently, bent slightly, admiring a bronze mirror with intricate patterns on the table.

Harry leaned against the table and nodded absently, "Yes."

"You don't care too much about your own things." Draco pulled out his wand and added a protective magic to the bronze mirror, sighing and complaining, "Many magic items require regular maintenance."

The Lord Dark Lord, who deliberately left his work to accompany him on a walk and treasure hunt in the manor, also sighed. The inheritance of this manor was purely accidental. When the situation in the magic world was in turmoil, neither he nor his subordinates were idle for a day. Work hard to take care of these.

"But now I have you."

He said something that his partner must love to hear, and sure enough, seeing the person in front of him stop talking, the corners of his light-colored lips curled up reservedly.

The gray-blue eyes glanced at him with a smile, and the soft expression in the eyes did not look like the shrewd and cold Patriarch Malfoy outside.

Still so cute.

Harry also smiled faintly, and raised his hand to brush away a stray strand of hair on his forehead. There was a faint light on the bronze mirror, and a wave of waves suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, like a horizontal surface blown by a breeze, sweeping them away. Silently isolated.

"Be careful—" Harry's complexion changed slightly, his fingers easily passed through the layer of insubstantial barrier, grabbed Draco's wrist and quickly pulled him into his arms.

He took two steps back vigilantly with the person in his arms, and saw that distorted light wave quietly disappearing in the air, and the light on the bronze mirror also dimmed. He lowered his head and asked, "How do you feel? What's wrong with you?" ?"

"No, no, it just scared me," Draco grabbed his collar, poked his head in his arms and looked at the mirror that had no abnormal shape, like a child who found a new toy, full of The face was full of excitement, "This is fun, Harry, do you want to try again?"

Harry froze for a moment, subconsciously let go of his hand, and his heart sank heavily.

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"I haven't seen him like this for a long time."

Blaise looked at the sullen young man lying on the stone table in a daze in the garden from a distance, and shook his head at his slightly childish behavior, "Even when he didn't lose his memory, he rarely paid so much attention to his own image."

Pansy was a little worried, "What did the therapist say? How long will it take to recover?"

Percy glanced at Harry who was silent, and said, "After checking, they all said that it was because of an unknown spell that caused a deviation in memory, and they are currently working with a few alchemists to solve the spell." Methods."

Pansy secretly observed Harry's calm and indifferent expression, and suggested in a soft voice, "Wouldn't it be helpful if we let him get in touch with some familiar people or things?"

How long has it been since that luxurious and grand wedding, and the tender and gentle expression of her friend who has always made people feel at ease is still in front of her eyes. She thought that she would finally have a consummation, who knew that such an accident would happen?

Pan Xi didn't dare to express her dissatisfaction, but when something happened to her newlywed partner, the people in front of her were as busy as usual. It was really irresponsible to leave him alone most of the time to face the strange and deserted environment.

She couldn't help but wonder, did Harry Potter, their current leader, really still love Draco Malfoy?

"Lord," Blaise stepped forward to block her questioning sight, and said respectfully, "If you don't mind, maybe Draco can go back to Malfoy Manor first."

A complicated look flashed across his emotionless eyes, and Harry repeated slightly, "Back to Malfoy Manor?"

"Yes, that's where he grew up after all." Blaise carefully organized his words, "Go back and have a look, maybe you can think of something."

Harry shook his head slightly, "It's useless—"

His eyes were heavy, and after looking towards the garden for the last time, he turned around, "Get more alchemists, Nicole Flamel, I'll invite them myself."

"Yes." Blaise bowed his head.

It wasn't until the black-haired young man walked away without hesitation that Pansy let out a deep breath, his eyes were full of suppressed anger, "What did he think of Draco—"

"Pansy!" Blaise interrupted her with a low cry.

"The two of you should stay at Potter Manor for a while," Percy said calmly as if he hadn't heard anything, "Malfoy really needs company now."

"When is it your turn to make decisions in Porter Manor?!" Pansy tried her best to restrain her anger like an oil barrel meeting sparks, and it ignited at once, her bright red lips were slightly raised, and she said sarcastically, "Weasley, don't think no one knows what you're thinking! Aren't you proud to see them like this?"

Percy pushed up the decorative gold-rimmed glasses, and glanced at her with his cold eyes, and then his calm gaze fell on the figure in the distance.

"It's true that I don't have a good opinion of Mr. Malfoy, even in front of the Lord, I don't need to hide this." He said, "However, Miss Parkinson may have underestimated the seriousness of this matter and mistook me Will take pleasure in that."

The red-haired young man's voice paused slightly, and a hint of worry finally appeared in his eyes, "I never want anything to happen to him. The importance of that person is definitely beyond your expectations."

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When Blaise and Pansy walked into the garden, Draco, who had been in a daze, finally moved.

He stood up suddenly, his gray-blue eyes, which were originally slightly dim, became brighter, "Brace! Pansy!"

Quickly walking in front of them, Draco tentatively asked with obvious apprehension: "You all remember me, right?"

Looking at the uneasiness and childishness between his brows, the corners of Pansy's eyes suddenly became sore, "Of course, my little master."

Draco instantly relaxed, "What the hell is going on? I really ran a few years later? It was Harry's prank—but why didn't he recognize me?!"

Blaise frowned, "He said he didn't know you?"

"I was studying a bronze mirror with Harry that day, and when the mirror suddenly shone brightly, he tore me away," Draco spoke a little fast, and it was almost impossible to hide the panic in his heart, "I asked him when did he drink more? Aging agent, he asked, he asked who I was—what's with that mirror?! Why doesn't he recognize me?!"

He repeated the question, he cared more about this than the passage of time, he looked aggrieved and scared, as if the pampered young master was suddenly abandoned.

Blaise and Pansy looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled in their hearts.

"Tell us about—"

She patted Draco on the shoulder reassuringly, and they all sat down at the stone table.

Following Blaise's invisible clichés, Draco unknowingly revealed a lot. Looking at the innocent young man in front of them, Pan Xi couldn't believe that this was the young man he had known since childhood. That Draco Malfoy.

There is the shadow of the mysterious person. These children of the former Death Eaters knew the pressure they would face since they were young, so they were so naive.

"That curse...it seems to have a greater impact..."

Pansy forced a smile, and said dryly that she didn't even believe it.

Blaise pinched his brows and sighed silently.