The Last Goodbye

gentlemen? "

"It's Mr. Prince," Severus Snape hissed.

"Mr. Prince, I'm sorry, I forgot to calculate the time difference."

Snape twitched his thin lips sarcastically, "There are other countries in this world besides England, MP Malfoy." His voice was sticky, with an unpleasant greasy tone. Merlin!Really Snape!The real Snape! Draco immediately chose between running and staying, and went a step further, reaching out to give his godfather a warm hug.

Severus Snape was dumbfounded.

Although his blank expression is no different from his usual expression.

"Merlin, Mr. S...Prince, it's good to see you again!"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched a little, but his godson didn't care.What family blood, noble cultivation, Muggle and wizard politics, German and British mediation... these are trivial.He is willing to deal with the pile of documents piled up in front of him by that annoying Weasley every day, and to intrigue with those old and cunning politicians at the conference table every day, as long as it allows him to live in this world for one more day, let him see more Astoria's face, listen to her beautiful voice more, see those friends, teachers, classmates who disappeared in the flames of war...

He suddenly understood Harry Potter better than ever.

Snape pushed him away, and a small dark thing sprinted past where Draco's face had been.

"Sorry gentlemen!" A young man with black hair and brown eyes ran past them and nodded hurriedly at Draco, "Sorry... that's my chocolate frog." Then a young woman followed, "I'm so sorry , gentlemen. Isaac, you don't run around..."

The little boy not far away has found the chocolate frog and stuffed it into a box. "Cool..." He looked excitedly at the candy card in his hand, "It's Alphard Black! Mom, look, it's that handsome guy who died young, he is the Che Guevara of the wizarding world! Mom, look... ..."

"Okay, okay..." The young woman took his hand gently, "Honey, we have to catch the next bus..." The little boy shook his mother's hand as he walked, "Mom, those two people just now The gentleman came out from there..."

"They are wizards." The young woman explained as she walked quickly, "They came here with a portkey, not like we came here by train. Don't stare at them like this, it's so impolite." The little boy looked Frustrated, "Why don't you make me a wizard, Mom? They're really cool..."

Draco could only get a rough idea of ​​his poor German, but he still stared at the mother and child who were drifting away with interest.The relationship between wizards and Muggles in Germany seems to be... how should I put it, harmonious?Snape, who had been waiting for a long time, snatched the box from Draco's hand impatiently, cast a levitation spell and floated beside him, Draco also walked a few steps quickly to follow.

They walked quickly through the Neptune fountain on the front of the Prussian Palace.

Master Malfoy was surprised to see a siren sculpture in the fountain winking at him! Merlin, the German wizard is amazing.he thought silently.Although British wizards can also cast magic in front of Muggles as they like, most wizards and Muggles still maintain their traditional lifestyles, and they don't usually step into each other's territory.It's unheard of for German wizards to transform the Muggle world so drastically.While following Snape's footsteps closely, he admired the Berlin street scene where science and magic were highly integrated.

It's really...advanced.

Anyone who comes to Berlin to take a look will understand why Germany can catch up with Britain and France and become the center of Europe. Draco suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.If Merlin saw today's Germany, he would definitely lament that this session of British wizards is not good...

After a while, the two passed through the magnificent arches of the Prussian Palace and entered the brightly lit hall.It was very lively here. Although the working hours were long past, there were still many people walking around, discussing with each other with documents.Paper airplanes passed over their heads from time to time, shuttling back and forth between various departments.

A man walked towards them, "My Merlin, Severus! Have you seen my hapless brother..." The visitor paused, and nodded at Draco, "Minister Malfoy, long time no see." He said Turning to Snape again, "I can't find him anywhere, the United Nations anti-fascist [-]th anniversary event is only a few hours away, that guy must have forgotten the time difference with the United States again..."

"Forgive me for being helpless, Regulus." Snape curled his lips. "You should ask those 'thieves'."

"He hangs around with those inventors all day long, and he doesn't know how to help me manage the foundation..." Rugulus tugged at his tie helplessly, "Forget it, I'll go to New York first. If you meet him, tell him I'm waiting for him at the United Nations."

Snape nodded and Regulus hurried away.The remaining two people also quickly walked to the deeper part of the palace, turning around and turning around. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around them, they finally came to the edge of a patio garden.It is bathed under the bright starry sky, like an emerald embedded in a Prussian palace.The surrounding corridors are deserted. Draco could hear the clear echo of the two's leather shoes hitting the clean marble floor.

Snape paused before walking into the garden.

"I'll take you here." He turned his head towards the garden, "Please."

Draco was a little confused.He thought that the other party would take him to the hotel to check in first, wash up or something, or take him to a meeting room or something to meet Voldemort.What does it mean to bring him into a garden? Snape may or may not have sensed his doubts, and he didn't really care whether he did or not, leaving his godson behind and walking away, taking Draco's suitcase with him.The young master's pride made him reluctant to call the other party back to ask for clarification, and by the time he changed his mind, Snape had disappeared. Draco had no choice but to tidy up his clothes and mood, and stepped into the verdant courtyard.

The moment he stepped in, he thought he had stepped into another time and space.

He immediately understood why Snape hadn't come in.This should be a place where only certain people can enter. Master Malfoy took a few steps forward, and suddenly found that the layout of this garden seemed familiar.Rows of shrubs are scattered, and clusters of crimson and pale white roses protrude from the bushes.

The extension of this garden is ingenious. Although it looks small from the outside, when you really walk in, there is something special inside.The deeper you go, the deeper it becomes, gradually only the sound of gurgling water and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers remain.Rockery and vines divide this place into several different areas.The curtain-like vines sway gently in the breeze, rustling like whispers between lovers.

Draco took a casual stroll for a while before realizing that the place was empty.Maybe Voldemort wasn't here yet?He sat down and rested his feet.The evening wind was blowing, and the young master was sitting on a wooden bench, closing his eyes and resting his mind.Suddenly there was a sound not far away.He immediately opened his eyes and looked over vigilantly.

Through the curtain-like vines, he saw a person standing not far away.

The other party didn't notice him at all, but just walked to the other side on his own.The man stepped on the dew-stained lawn, making a slight rustling sound.His steps are as light as a cat's. It took Draco a lot of effort to follow quietly without the other party noticing him-although he didn't quite know why he followed quietly.

He just couldn't help being cautious.

This place always made him feel that he would inadvertently break some secret.

The other party walked into a small pavilion in the garden.The moment he saw the pavilion, Draco finally understood why he felt that this place seemed familiar - it was built after the rose garden of Malfoy's house.Even the little white pavilion is exactly the same.Wasn't that the pavilion he and Astoria would pass by on their after-dinner walks.Before he could think about it, something even more shocking happened.

The people in the pavilion turned their heads.By moonlight and fireflies, Draco saw the man's face.

It's Harry Potter!

Why is he here? !He's not... how could he...

Harry stood contentedly in the pavilion, and then another person came out not far away and stopped beside him.That new guy looks familiar?

Draco narrowed his eyes, carefully studying the face of the man next to Harry.

It was a rather handsome man.

He has black hair and black eyes, and looks about the same age as Harry, but his demeanor is very old-fashioned, and he looks like the old foxes in the House of Commons that he has to face every day.The man was talking to Harry about something.They were very close as they spoke.In Draco's mind, Harry never spoke to people