Forget

There was a soft "click", and a silver-white object landed at his feet.Tumbled and turned twice, then stopped.

As if waking up from a dream, Draco lowered his head to look with some difficulty.Startled for a moment, the corner of his mouth was stained with a faint smile.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, he felt that his body was much more relaxed now.Although his wrists are still fixed above, locked by some chains of unknown material, although the dementors who brought him back greedily sniffed every inch of his exposed skin not long ago , even though he was imprisoned in this dilapidated attic with a strange smell and could not escape, he still felt extremely relaxed.

Draco couldn't help but look down at the thing again.It was something he was all too familiar with. Just now, this terrifying dark object was locked on his neck as if he was born with it, but now, it is almost like an ordinary It was just like a broken collar, with a gap, and fell slumped on the dusty floor, slowly, slowly becoming fragmented, as if to be together with the fine dust that was kicked up by it. , and finally dissipated in this small space that exudes a musty smell.

The smile on Draco's face grew wider.

According to the book, no matter how vicious and powerful dark items are, when their masters leave this world, they will return to the dust together.

Draco raised his head again, looking out through the small window above.But he couldn't see anything.Draco was in a trance for a moment, he felt strange, in his memory, the Pig's Head Bar was not in a very remote place, but it was always quiet here, he couldn't see or hear anything.He is so close to the battlefield, but he doesn't know anything.

—what does it matter?

Draco looked away and landed on the collar again. ——Or, it’s already a pile of powder.

On the thick dust on the floor, you can still vaguely see the appearance of a collar made of silver-white powder. Now it only needs a gust of wind, and there is really nothing.

--nothing left.

Draco couldn't help but laugh out loud.Just before returning to this attic, in the Forbidden Forest, a great sense of despair still filled all his thoughts and cognitions, but just now, at the moment when the collar was detached from his neck, as if all The haze was dispelled, and all his cognition suddenly became clear.

Even if he can't hear anything, can't see anything, even if he can't figure out which link has reversed, even if he can't figure out whether his sudden flash of inspiration will help, but he really I really saw it, saw the nightmare-like collar finally turned into powder and fell into the dust.

This bureau, which was completed by many people, was finally successful.

Draco looked out the window again.Even though it was still gray there, he had even imagined in his mind that the haze of the sky would suddenly dissipate, with blue sky, white clouds, and sunlight falling.The storm was about to come and it turned into a clear sky in an instant.He could even imagine the lush green vitality sprouting from the countless ruins that were once full of despair under such a clear sky.

Who would have thought?

Even he himself did not expect that the person who had resolutely tried to bury himself in the darkness before dawn would finally usher in the dawn.

Draco felt a little tired from laughing, but he still couldn't bear to lower the corners of his mouth.He closed his eyes gently, leaning half against the mottled wall behind him.

Those Aurors would search every corner of Hogsmeade carefully.They would find him eventually, bring him out of this dark attic, and bring him back into the sunlight.They would see where he was, and the Wizengamots would believe his confession, that he had been coerced by Voldemort.Maybe another sum of money would be needed, and they would believe he was under the Imperius Curse.And then, it only needs to fade out of people's sight for a little bit, a year or two, or even nothing, and Malfoy can make a comeback again.

Everything seems to be so beautiful, and it seems easy to get at your fingertips.

Mr. Harry Potter finally completed his mission.

Mr. Harry Potter finally saved the world.

Is there any reason to doubt that the new world led by those optimistic, hopeful, passionate Gryffindors led by Mr. Harry Potter, who are willing to believe in love and peace, will not be beautiful Woolen cloth?

- "You can never expect Gryffindors to engage in politics."

The smile on Draco's face froze for a moment.

——“For them, who have a rectum from the top of their head to their toes, politics is a scourge, and they can’t handle it.”

Draco slowly opened his eyes.His face turned pale little by little.

He remembered these two sentences.The time when Bryce said these two sentences to him seemed as close as yesterday.But Bryce would never have imagined that the two sentences he just used as an argument were quietly buried in Draco's heart.Or Draco himself never thought about why he remembered these two sentences, and why he remembered them so clearly that at the moment when he was extravagantly and overpoweringly drawing the future, they suddenly popped up, more and more The clearer it is, almost completely covering all the pictures he imagined.

Draco looked down.In the pocket of the skirt, his wand still stayed there quietly, accompanied by the gentle ups and downs of his breathing.

more than.

Draco found that he seemed to be remembering something else.

Draco remembered the last time he saw Professor Snape.He suddenly found that Professor Snape had really fulfilled his promise.

Professor Snape took his own life in the run-down hut in the Shrieking Shack.Of course, Professor Snape knew what Harry would do if he knew his true identity. Harry will definitely try to rectify his name no matter what, and if this so-called "rectification of name" is to be realized in the reshuffled new world order, how much resistance will be encountered, and it may even cost the "savior" " title.

——Now that the world is at peace, who would need a savior?

Draco opened his mouth mechanically, but a single syllable could come out.

The key to this is powerful. Bryce has figured it out a long time ago, and Professor Snape has figured it out a long time ago. In fact, it is not very difficult. He just needs to think a little bit, and he can figure it out immediately.

But what about Harry Potter?

Draco almost laughed at himself.Does this question need an answer?

Harry Potter wouldn't figure it out.He will never figure it out.

Draco suddenly panicked.He used to think that it was the last piece of Horcrux that he could successfully influence Harry's feelings, but now this idea became stronger, and he almost strongly hoped that his "thinking" would be the best if it was the truth.The surviving Harry Potter will no longer be influenced by him, and return to the path he should have embarked on, to accept the admiration of everyone, and to spend the rest of his life surrounded by people's cheers and respect.

Draco was even a little apprehensive.He didn't know what effect his actions in the Forbidden Forest had.He hoped his blood hadn't done anything.Harry, freed from the control of the Horcrux, shouldn't have any reaction to his blood anymore, should he?

Draco even wished that the Aurors were lazy and searched more sloppily, maybe they would never find this humble attic, maybe they would never find him, maybe they would find him much later, 100 years, or 200 years.

Draco raised his head abruptly, looking in the direction of the door.His eyes were full of horror.He heard footsteps outside the door.

Draco swung his arms vigorously a few times, but it had no effect other than making the chains rattle a little.He couldn't break free.He was like a fish trapped in a tank, he could only watch helplessly as the net was about to fall, and he had nowhere to escape.Fear spread through every pore of his body, and he was on the verge of weeping.

That timid and cowardly Draco was back.Or, never left.

Draco Malfoy was a coward, always had been.