Forget

"This is a joke, isn't it?!" Ron couldn't help but slapped the table and screamed and stood up, attracting the attention of other people in the library.

"Shh! Do you want to call everyone over?" Harry quickly covered his mouth and pressed him down.

Ron, who sat back on the chair, obviously hadn't recovered from the shock, and stuttered a bit: "This...if it's true...God, it's just incredible..."

"Do you need to say it? Of course I know it's unbelievable." Harry stroked the paper with a pen. "Now that I've told you, can you tell me the solution?"

"Don't be ridiculous, this matter is completely beyond our capabilities. - Believe me, even Fred and George may not help you." Ron was speechless. "A Slytherin! God, no one will believe it. Maybe they'll think you took a love potion."

"To be honest, I don't want them two to help me." Thinking of Fred and George's "brilliant record", Harry couldn't help shivering. "Of course I know it's unbelievable, but there's no way to stop this kind of thing—I hope it's just a love potion, after all, the effect of the drug will always pass, right?"

"Hermione, say something." Ron looked at Hermione pleadingly. "I guess you will have a way, right?"

"Rationally speaking, I really want to give Miss Qiu Zhang a love potion and get her into your bed." Hermione said something that sounded terrible with a serious face, and Ron's mouth was covered by her Frightened into an "O" shape. "But emotionally—we're friends after all, aren't we—I think we still have to find a way to cure the root cause.—Do you really not like Cho Chang?"

"I'm sure," Harry said quickly.He didn't dare to be careless about this kind of thing, after all, he really didn't know what Hermione would do.

"Actually, if it was just Slytherin, there wouldn't be any trouble, but the problem is that arrogant...even though we met a year ago, I still want to punch him on the nose." Hermione said. "I can only say that your boys' ideas are really strange. And there is actually one more important question - have you found out whether he is a Death Eater or not?"

"I only know his father is." Harry replied in a low voice, a little embarrassed. "I don't know if he is—I dare not ask, I'm afraid..."

"At worst, he is. So, did he do... you know, things like other Death Eaters do?" Hermione continued.

"Katie that time..." Harry sneaked a glance at Ron. "And your time... But it didn't have any terrible consequences, did it? I almost killed him too."

"I'm not sure... Harry." Hermione seemed to be struggling. "If he is still just like before, just an arrogant bastard, in fact, we can all accept it. But you also know the current situation, many things are too troublesome, and we can't draw conclusions just by our imagination .—if only Voldemort hadn't been there, really."

"If there was no Voldemort..." Harry suddenly remembered something, and took out the bottle of Felicia from his pocket. "Actually, we can live without Voldemort, right?"

"Have you figured it out?" Hermione looked at him with an expression of disbelief on her face. "Are you sure now... didn't you say Felicia will tell you when to drink it?"

"But I can't wait any longer." Harry pulled the plug. "I'll never know what it's going to take to put off a day. I'm anxious right now, really. Felix will probably tell me what to do when it thinks it's best, but I'm sure I can do better on my own this decision."

Harry drank half of it without waiting for a moment, then corked the bottle and stood up: "I'm going to find Hagrid."

"Wait, shouldn't you go to Professor Slughorn?" Hermione called to stop him. "We don't know when the Felix Elixir will expire, maybe it will only last for a short while?"

"I know, but Felicia told me I should go to Hagrid, and I think there must be a reason for it to make me do this." After Harry finished speaking, he hurried towards Hagrid's hut.

**

Draco was holding a small teacup in his hand, staring at the tea stems inside without blinking, trying hard to recall what the nagging professor had taught in the divination class.But it was the same this time, even though his eyes were sore from looking at it, he still didn't see anything.

Harry didn't visit him again like he said.

"He broke his promise again." Draco said softly, putting the teacup on the table, looking at his hands intently.He didn't know why he lost his temper with Harry, no matter how you looked at it, it was a terrible behavior, so bad that he couldn't help but blame himself for his immaturity in retrospect.

But why is there a little loss?

Draco couldn't figure it out.

In fact, he had been thinking about why he was expecting Harry to understand his unspeakable feelings.Why on earth was he willing to sink slowly in the darkness, but at the same time desperately hoped that Harry could give him a hand.Although he knew quite well that the possibility of him getting away was extremely slim, it was simply impossible, but he very much hoped that Harry could stop him, although he himself didn't know what the way to stop him was.

"Aren't you the savior, Harry?" Draco said softly. "So, can you save me?"

The door of the ward rang, and Draco put his hands away, returning to his usual indifference.Madam Pomfrey walked in quickly, checked him vigorously, and announced that he could be discharged from the hospital: "Thanks Merlin, you are recovering very well."

"Thank you for your care." Draco nodded slightly, took out his wand and cast a tidying spell, packed up his things, bid farewell to Madam Pomfrey and left the medical room.

The clouds in the sky can be seen from the corridor window.Could those clouds with different shapes that are always changing also be used for divination?

Draco thought hard.

Do you want to take a good tutoring lesson in divination?

After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing at himself: Since when did he actually pin his hopes on such unreliable things as divination.

But he did feel clearly that there seemed to be more and more dark clouds.

It will probably rain tonight.