Forget

After the last bottle of hallucinogen was poured into the crucible, the roaring liquid in the crucible slowly calmed down.Those frighteningly scrambling bubbles burst one by one, falling back into the gradually clear liquid, dispersing into tiny bubbles, and gently crowding as the temperature rises.

If, after seeing that all that is hoped for will come true, that all that is prayed for will be obtained, and that in the boundless sweet hope that all is but illusion, and that only hideous death opens its arms, then, In what mood would this person die?

Draco thought blankly.He directed the clear blue-green liquid in the crucible to fall into the glass bottle, and the bottle cap jumped up, sealing this beautiful and dangerous Medusa-like liquid tightly.

Both he and Bryce once thought that the medicine of instant death could already be worthy of the title of hell.But now Draco suddenly felt that if he died immediately and without thinking like that, it might not be hell, but heaven.

Bryce died because he knew the way to that house.He knew the way to that house because Harry had something to talk to him about.

Draco stopped what he was doing.

He has been convincing himself that this matter has nothing to do with him.But he also clearly knew that the meeting that died before it was formed was indeed related to him.It was because he met Harry, and it was because of his deliberate guidance that Harry's mood changed.Maybe Harry wanted to confirm something, maybe he needed to convince others, maybe he wanted to get some information through Bryce... Either way, it was because of him.

Everything started because of him, and he brought everyone into a dangerous situation.

But what about him?What is he doing?

Draco clenched his hands into fists, nails digging deep into his flesh.

He didn't even dare to face it and didn't dare to admit it. He just hoped and waited with a fluke mentality, but he didn't know how terrible the situation had changed because of his little selfishness.

Even if he apologized with death, it seemed pale and powerless.

There was a light sound behind him, Draco turned around, and saw a translucent figure stepping out from among the various sundries piled up in the corner of the room.That figure looks like a young girl, but there is a little aloofness and wisdom between her eyebrows and eyes.She tilted her head and looked for a while: "You are a student of Slytherin."

"It used to be." Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering whether he had ever seen this ghost, and how long she had been here.

"I'm not a ghost." The girl seemed to see through his thoughts, and said straight to the point. "My name is Rowena. I'm not a ghost. I'm just a memory if I have to."

"A memory?" Draco froze.He'd seen examples of the Pensieve in books, and he'd heard about Harry's incredible adventure in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year - getting rid of that was so famous that no one hadn't heard of it.But the memory in the Pensieve needs to be imported artificially. Even if it is the memory of Voldemort, it needs someone to open it. Draco has never seen or heard of it. Whose memory can be opened without anyone Spontaneous materialization of the situation.

"It's not difficult, but not everyone can do it." Rowena seemed to have mind-reading skills, and when she said this, her face slightly raised, flashing the flashes that can often be seen on the faces of smart girls. pride and cunning. "I've been waiting here for a long time, and I can't wait for the right person. Although I don't like Slytherin, I'm not the kind of person who hates everyone because of some people. So you will have this honor Do it for me."

"Sorry, ma'am." Draco felt a little annoyed and amused at the familiar lady. "If you've been waiting here, I'm afraid you know that I'm just a prisoner here."

"But you can go out, that's what that person who doesn't seem to be easy to mess with said. ——I've said it before, it must be terrible to let an excellent graduate of Slytherin be the headmaster." Roy Na Bian Pian Mouth.

Draco sighed inwardly, this Ms. Rowena seemed to be a very focused person.The question Snape asked, both of them actually have the answer, but now it seems that this Rowena lady also knows the answer: "So ma'am, what do you need me to do?"

Rowena didn't speak, but took out the hand hidden behind her back, and a shining delicate crown inlaid with gemstones appeared on her translucent hands.

Draco's expression changed, and he took a step back subconsciously: "This is..."

"Horcrux." Rowena's face was a little lonely.Then it turned to anger. "That bastard, scum! Shame on Hogwarts! How dare he insult wisdom and learning like this! How dare he stain noble wisdom with the filthy fragments of his soul!"

Draco stared blankly at Rowena who was out of breath, the blur on her cheeks seemed to be thicker. Draco guessed it was probably a blush from anger.

But he dared not approach.Of course he knew what it was, the biting cold breath made him want to escape as a conditioned reflex.After Rowena finished venting, Draco calmed down a little, and made his voice not sound so strange: "So... what do you need me to do?"

"Before you leave Hogwarts, send this diadem to its proper place." Rowena lowered her eyes. "It's not supposed to be here, it's going to be destroyed eventually, but until then, I want it to be back where it should be..."

"I might..." Seeing Rowena's somewhat lonely eyes, Draco swallowed his refusal. "But, as you can see, I have no way to touch it..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you agree, it will naturally follow you to where it needs to go." Rowena shook his head and said.

"So, where do I take it?" Draco asked cautiously.

"The Ravenclaw lounge." Rowena seemed to believe that Draco would definitely help her, and as he spoke, his translucent body gradually became transparent, and finally it seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke, which was about to disappear. "On the statue of Mrs. Ravenclaw."

When Rowena finished speaking the last word, her body had completely disappeared.The crown lost its center of gravity, and fell to the ground with a "poof", and stopped after shaking a few times.

Draco tried to reach out, but finally didn't have the courage to pick up the diadem.He sighed, turned around and pinched the glass bottle containing the medicine on the table in his hand. After a long time of ideological struggle, he finally slowly stretched out his hand towards the crown.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to get close to the crown, the crown seemed to have a soul, and suddenly jumped, stopped directly above his palm, and slowly rotated, as if urging him to move quickly.

Draco smiled.Even if you don't want to admit it all the time, even if you keep numb yourself, the answer to the question is always there, maybe, it won't change anytime.

Draco reached out and pushed, and the door swung open.

Deviations caused by oneself, then, it is up to oneself to set things right.

Stepping out with one foot, the people struggling on the gray edge finally jumped down into the dark abyss willingly.

The day had just dawned, but the usual tranquility of Hogwarts Castle seemed to be covered with a chill.The slight sound of falling footsteps echoed in the ancient corridors, and the awakened portraits in nightcaps opened their eyes secretly, then closed them quickly, and continued to snore exaggeratedly.

Draco walked towards the Ravenclaw lounge in silence, as if he didn't know what the portraits were doing.

He had never been here before, and had no idea what the Ravenclaw password would be.He gazed at the strange eagle's head on the lounge door, the dark metal looking even older now.A pair of eyes were vacant, seemingly not noticing that Draco walked in front of it.But when Draco stood still, the sharp beak asked nonchalantly, "To be or not to be?"

Draco pursed his lips and looked down at his toes.It took a long time to look at the door again, dignified and firm:

"Do my best."