[HP] Return late

Drowning is not a quick process.More water poured in from the nose and mouth, with burning pain in the trachea.

No matter how hard he struggled, he was bound more firmly by Siren's slender arms and pulled into a deeper place.More and more water engulfed him, and his senses gradually began to blur, but some fragments in his mind suddenly became clear.

In the fall of his thirteenth year, he mischievously pushed the blond Slytherin into the Black Lake.Only when I have encountered all this can I know the pain and fear of this slow death process.

Draco must have been too softhearted to forgive someone as unforgiving as him.

There are a lot of things that happened, and now I think about it and I feel scared, because of my stupidity at the beginning.

A fault that even death cannot forgive, so when Siren's cold lips delivered life-saving oxygen, he accepted it without hesitation.

Gryffindor has the courage to face up to his mistakes, and only by living can he have the possibility of compensation and correction.

When Draco found out, he would jinx his skin...

What came to mind was the blond Slytherin's angry, slightly reddened delicate face wrapped under the furry cloak.

It made Harry want to smile uncontrollably.

After the light above the head completely disappeared, something changed gradually.

It seems that Siren passed over, besides oxygen, there are other things, which spread to every place along his blood vessels.

Harry felt that his body was tearing, burning, and maybe there were other things. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and even his consciousness became chaotic. Some strange pictures suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Malfoy." In the familiar corridor, hiding in the shadow of the stone vault, he squinted and called to the current Slytherin prefect who passed by.

The young man whose name was called stopped in his tracks, and the sunlight shining through the gaps between the stone pillars made his hair glisten like golden threads.

"Riddle." Abraxas Malfoy pronounced his name calmly, as unfamiliar as if he were just some Hufflepuff.

Yes, yes, Malfoy's cunning will always be disguised impeccably, even in the expressions and tone of voice, there are no traces of other Slytherin's hidden contempt or estimation.

There was no probing or ridicule, Malfoy just treated him as an insignificant one among the bustling students at Hogwarts, neither contempt nor valued.

But this time, he believed he could make the haughty guy keep his eyes on him.He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and put his hands in the pockets of his robe.

The handsome and gorgeous Slytherin prefect tilted his head and talked to his companions, dismissed the followers, and walked over alone.

He couldn't control the upward arc of the corner of his mouth, and inexplicable excitement jumped in his chest.That's right, the older Malfoy has always been the object of his envy and jealousy, family, power and money, Malfoy deservedly has the best things.Before that, coming from the Muggle world, he didn't have any bargaining chips to step into Slytherin's social circle, but he thought he already had a trump card to win.He was looking forward to seeing the real expression on the face with the perfect mask.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Riddle?" The words, which should be said in humility, became noble and arrogant under the absolutely pure interpretation of Malfoy.

Growing up in an orphanage, he undoubtedly hated this kind of arrogance the most. He obviously possessed the same ability, so why should he be called a devil, while Malfoy was favored by various fates.

Jealousy begets hatred.

He wanted to know what it would be like if such a proud person was trampled under his feet.

Maybe one day, he will be very happy to see the golden head in front of him lying at his feet, kissing his robe.

"I have a present for you, Mr. Malfoy." He pinched the contents of his pocket, imagining for a moment the noble young master screaming like a woman.

"Gift?" His gray eyes narrowed a bit, and he knew that Malfoy was wondering what kind of decent gift a poor man in a second-hand school uniform like him could give.

Definitely a surprise.

With a malicious smile, he took out the two-headed snake he had caught from the Forbidden Forest, spread it out in the palm of his hand, and ordered in a deliberately drawn-out snake language: "Little thing, climb up to that annoying Jin Gallon!" up the neck."

Of course, when he said this, he didn't miss the ridiculous expression on Malfoy's face that froze for a few seconds.

OK, OK, he gets a full score for his clever move.Neglecting the descendants of Slytherin needs to be punished.

He was no longer the fool who just stepped into Hogwarts and didn't know anything.Sufficient magical knowledge and strength, and the identity as a descendant of the founder of the academy—yes, he needs some—influence.

For example, start by breaking into the power circle of Slytherin.

He can also be sure that this Malfoy, who seems to be gentle and practical but has his eyes above his head, will never treat him with the attitude he treats passers-by.

"Potter! Stupid!! Scarhead!!!"

A series of familiar curses pulled Harry out of his fantasy, and before he recovered, the water that had oppressed him so hard that he couldn't breathe suddenly turned into soft gummy, no, like some living giant The mollusc, together with him and the mermaid's siren, spit out onto the shore with a "poof".

Draco, who was still wearing pajamas and his robe was hanging crookedly on his shoulders, rushed over aggressively like a dragon about to breathe fire.

But Harry didn't see the joy his lover should have at all.

Sitting on the ground dripping wet, he was devastated as if he had been sucked out of all positive emotions by a dementor, and was plagued by inexplicable emptiness and doubts.

Tom Mayoro Riddle.

I am Voldemort.

The scene in the secret room in the second grade is clearly engraved in my memory.

If he is another Voldemort, then, do those strong emotions that he chased Draco before really belong to him Harry Potter?

Did he see the figure of another person through this Malfoy?

Did he, really, love this man?

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It should be updated this week... After all, the last project is over, and the next NO.15 will be released...