Forget

Draco looked into Bryce's eyes without moving.He understood everything almost instantly.He couldn't help laughing at himself.How could he forget that the person in front of him always had a plan in his mind and took pleasure in it.

"When did it start?" Draco took a deep breath and squeezed the small bottle tightly in his hand. "The last time we met, you let me go, is that also in your plan?"

"No, that was an accident, really." Hearing Draco's question, Bryce denied it almost without thinking.However, when he looked up and saw Draco's expressionless face, he still sighed. "Since leaving Hogwarts.—You know, once Dumbledore dies, the entire wizarding world and even the Muggle world will change. Even if some things haven't been revealed yet, they will be in the foreseeable future. It's going to happen. Draco, everyone who foresees this will have some way out for themselves."

"So, this is your 'retreat'?" Draco couldn't hide the sarcasm in his tone. "The game is to kill yourself, and I have never heard of it."

"You're not unheard of, you just pretend to be unheard of." Bryce spread his hands. "This kind of thing happens often. In this world, there are always some things that are more important than a person's life..."

"So you're going to teach me a lesson in righteousness now?" Draco looked at him from head to toe. "As a Slytherin?"

"It doesn't seem to be convincing." Bryce was not angry, but quickly admitted. "This kind of thing is really more handy for Gryffindor idiots."

"Don't change the subject." Draco looked him in the eye. "I'm waiting for your explanation, we don't have much time."

"Okay." Blaise held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "You probably feel that you have been used by me. I have no way to explain this. After all, it is a fact. You are right. As a Slytherin, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is not like someone you can talk to. A person who will devote himself to the future. I also admit that I do have selfish intentions."

Draco didn't speak, just quietly waiting for the next one.

"I'm not lying. Once Dumbledore dies, the situation will change for sure, and the war will definitely happen. It's just a matter of time. It would be unwise to be bewitched by those so-called neutrals who are wise and safe at this time. Taking sides is the right choice." Bryce sat on the plank bed and chuckled. "But with all due respect, in a war, no matter which side you choose, it's not a big problem to survive. The real trouble is after the war."

"It seems that you already know the result." Draco said lukewarmly.

"You don't know?" Blaise looked up at him.

Draco paused, still without any emotion: "I don't know."

"If you don't know, you don't know." Bryce sighed lowly without arguing with him.He seemed to have something to say, but held back.Just continue the topic just now. "Or we can not talk about this time, and look at those wars in history. It seems that the Gryffindors always win in the end. In fact, this is not surprising. Although those people are stupid, they have the same kind of fearless stupidity , It is indeed a headache. But the problem often appears here."

"You mean, after the war?" Draco asked softly.

"Yes, after the war," Bryce said. "I'm not alone. I still have my mother. Since I can keep her alive during the war, I can't let her die after the war."

Draco lowered his eyes: "You may be thinking too seriously."

"Is it too serious, I think, you are actually clear." Bryce said. "Draco, you can never expect Gryffindors to deal with politics. For them, who have a rectum from the top of their head to their toes, politics is a monster, and they can't handle it."

Draco closed his eyes, in fact, since Bryce had just brought up the topic, he had already understood the key.Bryce was right.These people with enthusiasm and courage may be invincible in war, but once the battlefield is changed to a peaceful age, everything will be different.They have the ability to end wars, but they cannot keep peace forever.This is why war can never be put an end to.This has nothing to do with IQ, it's just that there are many things, people who have the upper hand with enthusiasm and courage will never be able to do it successfully.This kind of person is easy to be incited and deceived. Once settled down, the huge Slytherin label on a person who survived the war like Bryce will become extremely eye-catching.

Knowing that he had convinced Draco, Bryce softened his tone a lot.He said in an almost childlike voice, "So, some sacrifice is necessary, isn't it? Give it to me, you know, I'm a Slytherin, I can't take torture, it's in my bones I will not be righteous. I have worked hard for so long, and I cannot let my mother's post-war life be ruined at this last moment..."

Draco was silent for a while, then said softly, "Liar."

"What?" Bryce froze.

"A person like you won't make himself into the game. How can a person who misses his mother easily get himself into a dead game." Draco raised his eyes. "You are lying."

Bryce was speechless.Draco stared at him a little hairy: "...plans, there will always be accidents of one kind or another, there are second and third plans, it's not impossible..."

But Draco interrupted the reason he tried to continue to make up: "This accident must have happened to me."

Bryce stopped talking, a little discouraged: "Too smart is sometimes not a good thing."

"Sure enough." Draco smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Blaise stopped him.He didn't know what Draco was going to do, and he didn't want to imagine it, because he knew that no matter what happened, he had the power to change, just as he had always done.He pressed Draco's shoulder, looking him straight in the eye. "Listen, I know what you're thinking. But you have to remember every word I say next: I'm going to die, but it's none of your business. I'm using you because it's the quickest way Way. I can't wait, I don't know when the Dark Lord will come back, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe a few hours later, I can't wait. Draco, I can't be tortured, because I know to enter Grimmore Square NO. Method 12. Draco, I must die, and you must help me."

Draco looked at him in disbelief: "You..."

"Miss Granger's letter to me. It seems that the owner of that house wants to talk to me. It seems that it's about some things I encountered, some people, or something." Bryce said a little vaguely . "But I didn't make it, and here it is. Draco, you don't want this secret to be known by that person, do you?"

This was something Draco hadn't expected at all, and he froze.

Bryce's hand slid down his sleeve and into his pocket.He took the back of Draco's hand and took the vial from Draco's hand with little effort.Under the bottle cap carved with ancient patterns, inside the clear and transparent glass, light green liquid swayed gently, the color was strangely beautiful.

"You will definitely take it with you." Bryce shook it gently, and a small swirl appeared in the light green liquid. "Anything can happen in Azkaban. You can't be sure if I've been in contact with a dementor. If I lose consciousness or something, the only thing around you that has contact with me is this thing. Just hope Professor Slughorn didn't lie to us, this thing really needs to be blocked when it sees blood. I am not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also afraid of pain."

Draco gritted his teeth: "Bryce, I'm starting to hate you."