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"Harry?" Cho looked away from the huge Gryffindor flag on the wall, and walked to Harry's side with some concern.

"Will it hurt him if he uses Legilimency?" Harry didn't move, and didn't turn his head to look at Qiu, but he asked suddenly.

"I...I don't know, I haven't seen such a precedent. Although according to my test, his body is not in any serious trouble, theoretically it should be possible...just..." Qiu felt bad premonition. "You can't... no! You can't use magic now."

But Harry acted as if he didn't hear it: "You go out first."

"Harry?! I said no! As soon as I guessed it, I knew that you didn't listen well at all!" Qiu was a little anxious. "You have suffered a serious injury, very serious! You are not allowed to use magic until you have fully recovered! If you insist on doing that, at least a whole treatment team must be watching you!"

"I just wanted to clean him up and change his clothes. When I arrived, there had just been a heavy rain, and the ground was full of mud. Plus the place was weird, with black magic energy everywhere. It was just a cleansing spell If it can't be cleaned up, it's easy to leave some residue. So I want to help him take a bath," Harry turned his head and smiled. "Do you want to monitor too? My lord therapist?"

"Who... who wants to watch? I just want to remind you kindly! I, I, I... Humph! Whatever you want! I don't care about you!" Qiu didn't know what terrible thing came to her mind, her face flushed suddenly, "I" stomped my feet for a long time, turned around and was about to rush out.

Harry couldn't help laughing again, and shouted at her back: "Don't find a reason to barge in on the way! I don't guarantee whether I have clothes or not!"

"Shut up, you!" Qiu's voice came from outside, followed by a bang, and the bedroom door was slammed shut.

Harry pulled a chair from behind and sat down, panting slightly: "I'm not lying, I really want to tidy up for you. It's just that I do seem a little tired, which is really Oops, it's just going upstairs—what to do, I feel like a 90-year-old man now." Harry couldn't help laughing as he said.He smiled for a moment before his eyes fell on Draco. Draco lay quietly, beautiful as a painting. Harry sighed softly: "Although I also thought that it would be great if the two of us could stop arguing one day, but now you really don't want to talk, but I actually miss the days of arguing a little bit."

Harry bent down and pulled a rather large suitcase from under the bed.Open the box, revealing the full of snacks inside, there are Bibi multi-flavored beans, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pies, and a large box of exquisite chocolate cauldrons in the corner—true delicious food without any strange ingredients The chocolate crucible, and many other things that are suppressed below and cannot be seen.

"I didn't eat any snacks when I was a child, so that I could buy snacks by myself, but I couldn't help but buy a lot, but I couldn't eat them. I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time-I seem to still I really want to eat something." Harry took out a pack of Bibi's multi-flavored beans.After all, this was the first snack he ate, on the first special train to Hogwarts.His mind suddenly drifted to that time, and Harry seemed to see the Hogwarts special train roaring past at that time.That was really a... special train that changed a lot of things. Harry tore open the package, and a bean fell into the palm of his hand. "What do you think this tastes like? - I don't think I've ever tasted any strange flavors, but I hope this one is sweet."

Harry muttered as he stuffed the beans into his mouth.After chewing a few times, he frowned and swallowed hard: "Cough, you can't talk too much... Although I didn't know what it tasted like, it's not a pleasant taste anyway. That's it."

Harry put the all-flavored beans aside, tore open a few more pieces of pumpkin pie, and threw them away after only a bite or two.Finally, he picked up the box of chocolate cauldrons.

"I used to secretly watch TV and saw that people said that you can eat a piece of candy first when you are very hungry. I think chocolate is probably also okay." Harry said while slowly untying those intricate ribbons. "I only received a chocolate cauldron once, and Ron accidentally ate it - but that box of chocolate cauldrons is also dangerous." Harry's hand stopped for a moment.He remembered that what had happened with the box of chocolate cauldrons was not a good one, and he decided not to go any further. "Speaking of which, other people buy chocolate crucibles to give away, and they buy them for themselves. I guess I'm the only one—but if you want to eat, I can share half of it with you." Harry After thinking about it, I said. "But you have to wake up sooner, I don't guarantee that you will eat all of them."

Probably because he was really hungry, Harry ate a third of it in one go before stopping, closed the lid again, tied it carefully with a ribbon, and put it on the table: "It says on the box that this thing can hold three The year will not be bad, do you think it is true or false?"

Harry put the chocolate cauldron away, stood up and moved around a bit, before going to the bathroom.After walking a few steps, he stopped again, thought for a while, turned around, walked to the door of the cloakroom, and opened the door.

This house has been passed down by the Black family for an unknown number of years, and even though it has slowly declined, the structure and design of the house reflect the taste and pursuit of an old pure-blood family.However, the life of the new heir Harry has never been refined. Even though there is such a complete large cloakroom in the bedroom, he doesn't know how to use it at all.He is not a person who likes to buy clothes, so he racked his brains and couldn't fill up even one-twentieth of this large cloakroom.

He still has a few sets of pajamas, though.In addition to the two sets of dark red striped pajamas that I have been wearing since I was a student, there are three sets of pajamas that are neatly folded but of different colors in the corner.These three sets were basically bought as a bet with Ron as a joke before, and they have never been worn once.At this moment, Harry unfolded them one by one, looked left and right, and after sighing for the last time why he had to go out of his mind to buy such incredible clothes, he casually threw them all at his feet.

However, it's also fun to imagine Draco in these "outlandish clothes".

But Harry was just thinking about it.In the end, he reached out and took off a set of dark red pajamas that he had just finished washing: "I only have this for the time being, even if you are disgusted, there is nothing you can do about it."

Harry took the pajamas to the bathroom and put them away, took out a few brand new towels and bath towels from the cabinet, then turned on the shower head to test the water temperature, and then started to pour water into the bathtub.After a while, a thin layer of mist rose in the air.

Harry wiped his glasses again, looked around the bathroom while he waited for the tub to fill, and started frowning again.

He once felt that his life was quite comfortable, but now he felt inexplicably messy everywhere.So he rolled up his sleeves, ready to tidy up quickly.It was the first time for a person who had always done so-so chores to get by. When he finally wiped off a slight water stain on the sink, Harry himself felt incredible: "How can I do this?" Already?"

The bathtub is full of water. Harry turned off the tap, went back to the bed and carried Draco inside.Although it was not the first time for him to do this kind of thing, he still couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart that this body was a little too thin.

"I'm sorry for the offense." Harry finished in a low voice, and gently took off Draco's clothes.He was not wrong in his estimation, but the cleansing spell is really not very useful. On Draco's pale skin, there were still faint traces of stains.

Harry took out the shampoo and body wash from the cabinet, sat next to the bathtub and carefully controlled the temperature of the water. Draco sat quietly in the bathtub, the rising mist seemed to cover him with a thin veil.At this moment, Draco was more like a delicate and beautiful doll, quiet and not protesting or making noise.

But this made Harry even more nervous.It is almost difficult for him to know whether the water temperature is comfortable, or whether his strength is too light or too heavy.He had no choice but to cheer up 12 points, not even daring to blink.

Harry used to think that taking a bath was nothing more than a simple matter, but now, he had a little doubt.He was so nervous that even he couldn't help but dislike his own clumsiness.He took a towel, folded it, soaked it in water, and tried it on his arm first, and after checking the temperature repeatedly, he dared to carefully rub it on Draco's skin.

The towel slid all the way down the left arm, meeting the famous black mark there.Although it has faded a lot, it can still be clearly recognized.

Harry put down the towel, reached out and rubbed the mark a few times, as if talking to himself, or whispering to Draco: "Why is this mark of yours still there? It's really strange. I'll find Qiu later Ask what's going on."

Harry's doubts were not without reason.With the complete demise of Voldemort, the Dark Mark he used to mark the Death Eaters also slowly disappeared like the collar.This brought great difficulties to their work of hunting down the Death Eaters, and they had to use other methods to identify the Death Eaters who had mixed in with the crowd.

Even those Death Eaters who were arrested early, the Dark Mark on their arms slowly disappeared after being imprisoned.

But this one from Draco...

Unwillingly, Harry wiped it a few more times, until Draco's arm was a little red, and then he stopped resentfully.

——But this one of Draco, why is there no sign of dissipating at all?