The Last Goodbye

By then, a steaming hot breakfast was already waiting for him.The butler knows the master's taste best. Draco always complained that the English breakfast at Hogwarts was too heavy when he was in school, so Malfoy Manor had always prepared a light and delicious French breakfast for the young master.But now the delicacies can't whet his appetite.Next to the black coffee lay the files Ron had brought. Draco flipped through it casually, and there were some discussions about the Wizarding Registration Act, which seemed to be lackluster.

He took a sip from his glass.Black coffee slid down his throat slowly, soothing Master Malfoy's tense nerves. Harry Potter's visit was only yesterday, but it felt like half a century had passed.He shook his head, trying to get rid of the lingering green eyes in his mind.

"Zoe." The elf appeared immediately. "Where's my wand?" He searched around the bedroom and couldn't find it. Zoe blinked her big bell-like eyes and stared at him in disbelief, "Master, do you want to use a wand?" Her expression was like Draco asking her for a dead mouse, "Didn't you say that wands belong to inferior wizards?" Tool?"

"What did you say?"

"Zoe will get it for you."

"Send it to the study."

The young master glanced at the rich breakfast indifferently, got up and left.

Malfoy Manor was still asleep.After autumn, the stone buildings exude an eerie chill. Draco put his hands in his pockets and walked lightly down the long, thin corridor.The ancestors have not yet awakened from the portraits, which is just as he wants.In their waking hours they would rattle him off with their spouts of family accomplishments.The sky is getting brighter.The faint morning light filtered through the slender windows, casting a lavender mist over the luxurious interior.There are valuable collections dotted in every corner of the manor, but the young master doesn't even look at it when passing by.In fact, Malfoy has been a well-known collector throughout the ages.Whether it is a book, a magic weapon, a work of art, a rare beast... or a person.As long as the owner is interested in things, they will be included in the bag. In most cases, it is just a matter of money and time.Of course, the famous Malfoy had his misses too - the most recent one was on Harry Potter.

It's all my fault. Draco went into the library and picked up the half-read The Eternal King.He stood in front of a bookshelf full of ancient books, and his index finger lightly slid across the dark brown bookshelf, leaving a light green light along a certain path.The entire wall turned and disappeared, revealing the dark room behind.Here is a small study.There are retro dark brown furniture.Books are embedded in the surrounding walls, and the fragrance of ink is pleasant. Draco sat down at the desk and began to read the book in his hand.The last time he was interrupted by that green eye, he couldn't remember where he was reading.His light gray eyes rest on the old-fashioned print.His hands tapped unconsciously on the table.After perhaps a quarter of an hour or more, Master Malfoy finally came to terms with his messy thoughts.

Forget it.

he said to himself.

Harry Potter was no longer here.

His temples throbbed with pain. Draco put his hands against it roughly.You need to be distracted.he told himself. Merlin presumably heard his appeal, and there was another poof in the library. Draco looked up and saw Ron Weasley's obnoxious red hair for the second time today.The distraught Master Malfoy finally couldn't take it anymore, he stepped forward and grabbed the other party's collar—what kind of aristocratic self-cultivation, let it go to hell!

"Ron Weasley, what do you mean you broke into my house again and again! Can people from the Ministry of Magic be lawless!"

"What are you talking about!" Ron was also very angry. He shook the papers in his hand, looking like he wanted to throw them directly in the face of the other party, "It's not that you said that now is an extraordinary period, and we should step up efforts to promote cooperation with Germany. Cooperation, let me keep you informed of Mr. Voldemort's movements? German wizards have begun to oppose the law. We have to express our attitude quickly! I was revising your speech at [-] o'clock, and Zoe kicked me out out……"

"What a mess..." The young master felt dizzy for a while, as if someone was stirring his mind.He gave up and loosened the collar of the other party, and then pressed his own temple, but suddenly realized that something seemed wrong, "Who did you just say...?"

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

Various stalks: Harry also has a strong sense of presence when he can't talk, so he temporarily withdraws his alpha character card, otherwise he will definitely fight with Grindelwald.The Dark Lord is a funny man.In the original work, he is an immortal character. When confronting Harry, he has been defeated repeatedly but repeatedly defeated. It is very interesting.Just because he is such a character who likes to challenge and refuses to admit defeat, occasionally there will be such a small episode or two of playing with firecrackers.laugh.

Youma

MALEFICIUM, PARTI

1938

Late at night. Malfoy Manor fell into a deep sleep.

Half asleep, Harry opened his eyes.There was a vague shadow beside the bed.He tried to get up, but something like a dagger was pressed against his neck.The clouds gradually moved away.The shadows under the moonlight became clearer.It was a man.

"Shhh..."

The man puts a finger to his lips.

"do not move."

Gellert Grindelwald ordered gently.

He pressed his wand down menacingly against Harry's carotid artery.The young man frowned uncomfortably.In the night, the curse was solved silently, and the green pupils were dyed red.

"Sure enough." Grindelwald smiled knowingly, "Don't resist. I'll try not to hurt you." He concentrated and broke into the other person's mind in an instant. Harry's mind fought back defensively, the tide building up its walls.The flames of the dark wizard were kept out of the huge waves.

Grindelwald snorted contemptuously.The temperature of the flame rose suddenly, and it rolled into a fire dragon, stabbing it fiercely. Harry raised his hand suddenly—silver light pierced the night, and shattered into the air with a squeak—Grindelwald had expected him to do this, how could the shield opened by the Elder's wand be defeated by wandless silent magic?

The spirit of the youth is still tenaciously resisting, and the trend of thought is full of wind and rain.The water flowed down from the sky, merged into a giant python, raised its huge body, then swooped down, and swallowed the black wizard's fire dragon in one gulp.

Still quite tenacious.The man narrowed his eyes.Then I'm more than welcome.He suddenly precipitated his spirit and turned it into hot lava.The magma surrounded the youth's thoughts, eroding in inch by inch.The wind and rain were forced back, and the water snake turned into a mist.Flames burned everywhere, and Harry gritted his teeth in pain.The opponent was raging in his head, and he couldn't concentrate on using magic.

"Submit." Grindelwald said softly, carefully controlling the strength, pushing the other party's spirit to the breaking point.Red eyes stared at him in agony, crimson the color of blood from a knife edge. "Submit, Harry Potter." He lit the Elder's wand with a death-defying green light, trying to force the other party to submit.But Harry just twitched his lips and reached for his wand.The hand was shaking.The owner of the hand didn't have the strength to resist at all, but he just didn't bow his head.damn it! Grindelwald finally lost his patience.He decided to intensify his attack, even if it would completely destroy the other party's spirit - with a bang, the bedroom door opened.

"Illumina!"

The room was instantly brightly lit. Harry sat up slowly, smiling weakly at the intruder.Looking at each other, Tom Riddle waved his wand.The manifesting spell swept across the room, causing ripples.

Ran away?

The teenager walked to the bed and checked the other side with a spell.Fortunately, nothing serious. Riddle breathed a sigh of relief.With a twirl of the wand, a Disillusionment Charm turned the youth's eyes back to clear green.

"Are you okay?" He stroked Harry's hair tenderly, "Let me go in and take a look?" But the other party dodged reflexively, and his green eyes looked at him in fear.The young man couldn't bear it, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow." He looked around anxiously, "You go to my room to sleep tonight, and I'll stay here." But Harry grabbed the hem of his clothes. Riddle frowned suspiciously.

"You don't want to go?"

silence.

"It's not safe here."

silence.

"obedient."

silence.

"Then... I will accompany you?"

nod.

"........."

Riddle looked at him helplessly.

"Ok."

The young man obediently moved to the other side of the bed.The boy lifted the quilt and lay down.Before he could lie down, a furry thing got into his arms. Tom Riddle watched in embarrassment as Harry Potter rubbed his head against his chest, breathing softly against his body.