HP's Remnant

The mornings at the Malfoy's house are peaceful and beautiful, and Draco Malfoy has developed the habit of getting up early. He likes to ride a broom and fly around the manor a few times in the morning when no one is around. He will not let a sudden person break his routine, even if He is the savior.

Draco raised his eyebrows slightly as he walked past Harry's guest room - the bedroom door was open and no one was in.

Well, forget about Draco...that Gryffindor troll has none of your business.

Walking to the clearing at the back of the garden, Draco snapped his fingers, and a house elf dressed slightly better than the rest immediately appeared, presenting him with a newly released Nimbus 2003.

Flying into the sky without hesitation, Draco liked the feeling of the wind blowing over his cheeks and his hair, the feeling of freedom...Wait, who is that black spot? Draco narrowed his eyes and flew towards that point calmly, oh, it was that Potter.

Harry noticed Draco too, spun around on his broom and flew towards him. "Well, our great savior would also like this kind of ordinary game?" Draco's mood changed as soon as he got on the broom, and he was willing to tease Harry at this moment.

"Quidditch is not normal." But instead of responding with "Shut up, Malfoy!" or "You're normal." One of your brooms, sorry."

Draco was annoyed that such a savior bored him, even more than the talkative Gryffindor lion before. "Oh, I forgot that the poor savior has no feelings anymore." Draco rolled his eyes at him: "Then why would you want to play this?" "I used to like it." Harry looked at Draco, wondering if he was wrong, Draco seemed to see a flicker of...happy in his eyes?

"I remember what happened before. I know that you are always against me. I know that Hermione and Ron are my friends." Harry paused and said, "I also remember the wand you gave me during the final battle."

"Should I thank you, then?" Draco rolled his eyes in a very un-Slytherin manner, and started to land, joking, it was torture to be with this unsullied Potter.

Harry flew down with Draco, got dressed and went to the restaurant.

The dining room of Malfoy's house was of course gorgeous, generally decorated in silver and green, with golden tables and chairs. "Thank you." Harry watched a house elf appear to bring him breakfast, and said abruptly.The little elf was frightened for a long time after hearing this, and then started beating his head on the ground crazily. Draco couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Bill, stop it for me."

The elf named Bill disappeared at a miraculous speed, and Draco looked at Harry with more puzzled eyes.

"Why are you thanking a house elf?" Draco frowned at the Savior. "When I was hunted down by Death Eaters, a house elf saved my life." Harry said flatly, picked up his knife and fork and started to eat breakfast.

"Ridiculous." Draco snorted, enjoying his breakfast as well.Well, there's his favorite toast.

After breakfast, Draco wiped his mouth gracefully. Harry must have ridiculed him for these habits before, but now the people in front of him didn't even look at him.

Draco felt a little irritable.

"Okay, now let's talk about how you plan to get Malfoy's ancestral home back?" Draco looked at Harry with a smirk.

"I'll write a letter to the Ministry of Magic." Harry looked up at Draco: "I've been in secret contact with someone since I was bombed into the Forbidden Forest, and if that doesn't work, I'll replace the Minister of Magic."

Draco: "..."

After breakfast, Ron and the others came here again and had a talk with Harry, while Draco was processing documents in the study and ignored them. "Hermione, give this letter to the current Minister of Magic." Harry took out a simple letter and handed it to Hermione: "It contains questions about the property ownership of former Death Eaters." "... ..Okay." Hermione took the letter and nodded uncomfortably.

"Dude, where have you been all year?" Ron asked, freckled even more, lying on Harry's bed. "I found something." Harry looked at his buddy blankly, "A way to make Horcruxes without killing people." "You found it?" Hermione said a little excitedly. "..." Harry remained silent, without answering.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it now." Hermione put the letter into her robe: "Harry, who is chasing you?" Harry glanced at Hermione, but did not speak. "Is it the remnants of the Death Eaters?" Ron rolled up his sleeves angrily, as if he wanted to fight now. "No." Harry shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "Should be a saint." "Grindelwald?" Hermione looked at Harry in surprise: "Isn't he dead? Besides, it's...You -know-who did it, what does it have to do with you?"

Harry said, "Forgive me for not being able to speak for now, so can you please go to Ollivander's to buy a wand for me? My..." "Aren't you going yourself?" Ron didn't hear Harry For the next words, focus directly on the key points, and blinked in confusion. "Well, the risk is too great." Harry nodded numbly, "Thanks." "Harry! You don't need to thank us!" Hermione gave him a slightly uncomfortable look. "Oh, sorry." Harry bowed his head. "...." Hermione bit her lower lip, thought for a while with a tangled expression, and said, "Forget it, but Harry, you are too suspicious."

Harry looked at Hermione, but said nothing. "You should smile." Hermione looked at her friend earnestly: "In this way others will only think...you are high and unpredictable." Ron nodded in agreement.

Harry looked at the two friends and said, "You're right."

So when Draco was having lunch with Harry, the Savior was suddenly smiling, and in a very...elegant pose?Gosh, I thought a Gryffindor was elegant!

So the current head of the Malfoy family ate the most painful meal in his life under the smile of the savior.

In the afternoon, when Draco finished processing all the documents, he decided to take a walk in the garden. Even a wizard couldn't use his eyes for that long. "Potter?" Walking into the garden, the sharp-eyed Draco saw a black-haired young man sitting there, hesitated for a while, and then walked over - joke!I can't come if he is here!

"Malfoy." Harry glanced back at him and nodded.

"What? The great savior is sad alone here?" Draco snorted. "I'm not going to be sad anymore." Harry stared at the grass in front of him and said, "I was just thinking... If a person thought he was right and found out that he was with the wrong side after everything was over, there is ...he has a lot of connection, so he is hunted down, he doesn't want this kind of connection...but he has to...what should he do?"

"My IQ is not high enough to understand what you're talking about from your gibberish." Draco glanced at him and said, "You said you didn't want that connection, why?" "Feel...dirty ?" Harry thought so: "I used to think so." "And now?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "I don't feel it now, but I used to go crazy trying to break the connection and couldn't." Harry plucked a small flower. "It's You-know-who's soul piece? You've already split it." Draco frowned.

"It's not a Horcrux..." Harry stood up and said, "It's another inseparable... relationship."

Draco decided not to talk about it anymore, stood up and walked back, saying, "I'm not interested in your relationship, as long as that person doesn't come back to life, your priority is the Malfoy family's ancestral home." "Yeah." Harry said Nodded, and headed back with Draco, Hermione and they would deliver the new wand after dinner.

At dinner, Draco once again put up with an "elegant" Gryffindor before sullenly watching the Weasleys emerge from the fireplace (Ron used a roller) and mess up the clean floors of his house.

"Harry! We bought you five wands! The old man went crazy when he heard that he was choosing wands for you! He searched for hours and found a few wands he was satisfied with!" Ron said excitedly, without any hesitation. See Malfoy's murderous look as he flung ashes onto the couch. "Thank you." Harry took a wand from Hermione and used one to clean it up, which worked well. "Um...try another one?" Hermione couldn't believe how easy it was to find a suitable wand, and handed her a wand that was quite different from the one just now...hoping it wasn't what she thought it would be.

Still very smooth. Harry tried the remaining three wands again, and each of them fit unexpectedly, even Draco showed a slightly surprised look. "No...is that really the case...." Hermione trembled a little. "What's wrong?" Ron looked at his wife suspiciously. "The wand chooses the wizard, remember?" Hermione took a deep breath and said, "And this choice refers to the character and feelings of the wizard. When a wizard loses all of these... then there is nothing..." Hermione With a trembling sigh: "It is necessary to choose."

Draco raised his eyebrows, walked over and took a few wands into his hands...he didn't get any of them.

"That's a good thing." Hermione looked at Draco who spoke in disbelief. "At least he won't be in pain." The young master threw the wand to Harry, who took it calmly. "Think better, Mrs. Weasley."

Under Ron's cannibalistic gaze, Draco turned and walked towards the door: "Get out if you're free." When the door slammed, Hermione suddenly remembered something and took out a letter. "Harry, this is a letter from the Minister. I've given you the wand. Ron, let's go." As he spoke, he walked towards the fireplace. Ron hurried to her, not forgetting to turn his head to say goodbye to Harry.

Watching the two disappear into the green flames, Harry also made his way to his bedroom, taking the five wands with him.

Draco walked around the garden a few times to digest his food, then went to the gym to practice fencing and endurance, and finally walked back to the bathroom sweaty.

Taking a shower was a daily part of Draco's daily routine, he couldn't bear it even if he didn't sweat or go out all day, and it was also when he enjoyed it the most, taking a cold shower after a lot of exercise was undoubtedly a pleasant mood.

Turning off the tap, Draco dried himself and headed to the room, only to see someone sitting on his floor - Harry. "I think the Savior would have a reasonable and sufficient reason for breaking into his classmate's room." Draco looked coldly at the guy with the "innocent" (actually deadpan) face sitting on the floor. "My application to the Minister of Magic is down." Harry saw Draco come out, stood up and took out a piece of finely crafted paper.

"Application? About the old Malfoy house?" Draco raised his eyebrows happily and said, "How did it turn out?" "He agreed." Harry spread the paper on the floor and replied, "As long as you sign again That's enough." Draco walked to him, bent down, and asked a little puzzled, "Just one letter to get him to agree?" He wrote more than one letter before!

"Well, I told him that if he doesn't agree, I will take his place." Harry drew a circle with his wand on the paper: "He's still afraid of the title of savior." "Oh, that's, you are Savior, who will disobey your will?" Laughing mockingly, Draco put on his pajamas: "You won't just ask him to return my ancestral house, will you?" "No, I chose a few Death Eaters who surrendered in the decisive battle , demanding the return of most of the money." Harry pushed the paper in front of him: "I'm the guarantor. There's more." Under Draco's contemptuous gaze, Harry continued: "You will disobey my words."

"And you are the only one who resisted so thoroughly."

"Hmph, it's an honor."

The author has something to say: I hope this time it will be clear~

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