Soul shaping

Sitting dimly at the table, his green eyes looked through the lens, and seemed to see Riddle leading a person towards him.

Harry cursed Riddle secretly in his heart, he said that his godfather came to him to tell him to get up quickly, it was strange that he didn't have any godfather?If you want to make up a lie, don't be so outrageous!

Still, Harry decided to check it out.The bar was always followed by people from the Ministry of Magic, and he wasn't afraid of them doing anything too extreme.

Sirius sat down in front of Harry.The little boy was obviously still asleep, and his expression was in a trance.He really looks like James... Only those eyes inherited Lily's emerald green and quickness, like emeralds.Sirius' expression softened, and at the same time he made up his mind to educate his best friend's only son well.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Sirius Black and your godfather," he said first.

"Oh, hello..." Harry replied in a daze, Godfather, what godfather, he doesn't have a godfather at all, it's ridiculous...Sirius?No, why does this name sound so familiar... He sat up abruptly and woke up instantly, "Are you the wanted murderer?!"

Sirius was thinking about how to explain to Harry, but he heard a deep voice: "He is not a murderer."

Both of them turned their heads to look at Riddle who appeared at the table at some time, their eyes were slightly different, but they were all extremely complicated.

"I don't believe your words." Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Sirius, "You better explain yourself."

Sirius smiled wryly: "Things back then were also very complicated, and this actually has something to do with the cause of your parents' death..."

"My parents?" Harry tightened his hands, "Aren't they... killed by Voldemort?"

"James and Lily were indeed killed by Voldemort, but someone betrayed them..." Sirius took a long breath and spoke slowly.

after an hour.

"You mean, my father's good friend Pettigrew betrayed him and blamed you? How do you prove it?"

"I can't prove it, Harry. Everyone thinks that I betrayed James, and they all know that I am the target of the Fidelity Curse. The only people who can prove my innocence are Pettigrew and the Dark Lord... But I Whether he is innocent or not is not important to me, I just want to catch Pettigrew and tear him into pieces..." Sirius' tone was very slow, he gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, death He clenched his fists tightly.

Harry was half convinced, but still somewhat skeptical.He knew he couldn't believe what Sirius said, maybe Pettigrew was the poor one, and he was actually here to catch him.

"By the way, you said you were going to tear Pettigret into pieces, so do you know where Pettigrew is?" Harry asked casually.

"I know, that's why I escaped from prison." Sirius said, taking out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, "Here, it's the mouse squatting on this boy's shoulder."

Harry was taken aback.

No, Ron, you have been with a murderer for more than ten years!

But it's lucky you haven't died for so long.

At night, Sirius and Harry bid farewell.When Harry was still worried about whether he would be caught by the Ministry of Magic, the other party turned into a big black wolfhound in front of him, so Harry finally knew the source of his nightmares these days.

Well, it's actually quite cute.Harry had thought about getting a dog before, but it was clear that Uncle Vernon wouldn't grant him that wish.

"I'll come to see you, Harry." The wolfdog said with warm eyes.

"Stop visiting me in the morning!" Harry waved at him, "I can't get up!"

Upon hearing this, Sirius seemed to have remembered something important, and suddenly changed back into a human form.He pulled Harry to the wall, with a serious face, but with an inexplicable hesitation: "Harry...you answer my question seriously. Don't worry, Godfather, I won't say anything about it."

"What's the problem?" Harry thumped in his heart. Could it be that Sirius discovered Riddle's secret?

"Are you...are you in a relationship?" Sirius asked with difficulty after considering his words.

"??? No?" Harry was confused.

Sirius just thought he was embarrassed, patted him on the shoulder, and warned him earnestly: "I have no objection to your falling in love, adolescent boys, it is inevitable to be a little cautious... But, you are now... er , isn't it a bit too early?"

"What are you talking about, I'm really not in a relationship!" Harry couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't know why Sirius had such a misunderstanding about him.

"Then let me ask you, what is your relationship with Riddle?"

"Riddle? Uh...ordinary friends." Harry thought about it carefully, but still didn't confess him directly.Subconsciously, he wanted to solve this matter by himself, and he didn't want others to interfere too much.

"Really just ordinary friends?" Sirius' eyes were full of "I've seen through you".

"Really! What else can it matter!"

Sirius looked at him suspiciously, didn't say anything in the end, patted his head and left.

As soon as Sirius left, Harry locked the door and asked Riddle aggressively: "Say, did you say something to Sirius that shouldn't be said?"

The boy was not disturbed by his emotions.He slowly closed the curtains, turned off the fluorescent lamps, and turned on two wall lamps, the warm orange light instantly enveloped the crowded room.

"I did not say anything."

"Heh, who would believe it?" Harry walked to the bathroom to wash, changed into pajamas and climbed into bed.

"Then what do you think I should say?" Riddle asked back.

Harry choked, not answering his words.Angrily, he turned off the light, yanked the curtains on the bed and was about to go to sleep, when the mattress sank, Riddle opened the curtains and sat on it.

"What are you doing? Get down!" Harry immediately shrank back with the quilt reflexively.For a moment, he didn't realize that this was not the small bed against the wall in the attic of No. 4 Privet Drive. His body did not touch the cold wall that could support him, but fell backwards against the soft and heavy bed curtain.

Before Harry could cry out, a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.Harry slammed into a cold embrace solidly.The boy snorted, but didn't let him go.His chin was pressed against his shoulder, but it didn't make Harry uncomfortable, just a cool, penetrating feeling.

Blushing when he recovered, Harry pushed him away.Riddle sat cross-legged facing him, his hair hanging down the bridge of his nose, and the mercury-like moonlight illuminated the upper right half of his face through the gap in the curtain, making him look like he was wearing half a white mask.

"Hey, what are you..."

"I thought you would have questions to ask me." Riddle raised his head and looked straight into his pupils.

Harry bit his lower lip, yes, he did have questions for him - he always knew exactly what he was thinking, which irritated him a lot.

"If I ask you, will you answer me?"

"When did I not answer you?"

Harry was speechless.He thought about it, and it seemed that Riddle had indeed answered his questions well, although the reliability of the answer...was quite high.

"Then I'll ask, why do you think Sirius is not a murderer?" Harry didn't bother so much anymore.He seemed to have forgotten that he had sworn never to seek Riddle's help again.

"Because the murderer is Pettigrew, he was the one who revealed the information to me back then." Riddle replied naturally, "And as I said, Sirius is not a Death Eater. Go and see if there is any sign on his arm. The Dark Mark will be sure."

Well, it sounds reasonable.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, finally letting go of a burden.He found himself subconsciously avoiding thinking deeply about his parents.It's a human mechanism for avoiding danger, he thought.It's not that he doesn't care about his parents, on the contrary, he cares too much, so when he mentions them, his emotions are very unstable.In fact, when he was listening to Sirius' narration in the morning, he almost couldn't help but wanted to stand up several times, but Riddle pressed his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He hated Pettigrew, and of course he hated Voldemort, the boy who was sitting in front of him as if nothing had happened.Harry knew that if he kept thinking about it, he might not be able to control himself and just pounce on him and kill him - which was impossible, of course.He doesn't know how to kill a spirit, nor how to destroy a Horcrux.

So he doesn't think about it.But that doesn't mean he forgot.

The author has something to say: Attention to abuse in the rear

☆、Dementor

After a few days, Sirius really came to see him again.He asked Harry about some of his recent life, and told him a lot of stories between him and James.

"...At that time, the four of us were the most famous and coolest group in the school. James was mischievous but very popular with everyone. I have always been the object of many girls' crushes-what is your expression? Lupine is The most obedient among us, he is the prefect. We can be said to be the representatives of violating school discipline, and it is common to be locked up." Sirius still looked very nostalgic when talking about the glorious history of the past, "James He was the first and only one of us to have a family. He liked Lily a long time ago, and they both became presidents of the student body!"

Harry listened with gusto, and he couldn't help but see the youthful appearance of those young girls in his mind: James' hair was always stretched back, he waved his hands, and smiled warmly; Lily stood in a white dress In the woods, watching him tenderly; Sirius put his hands in his pockets, half-smile; Lupine touched his nose with a serious face...

"By the way, Harry, I have prepared a present for you." Sirius took out a long object wrapped in cloth from his multipurpose suitcase and put it on the table, "I saw you staring I’ve been looking at it for a long time, so I bought it for you—”

Harry had already vaguely guessed what it was, he held his breath, and excitedly took the scissors apart: "Oh my God, it's really the Firebolt_Arrow! Sirius, you are so kind to me!"

Sirius looked at him lovingly, and said softly, "James used to like playing Quidditch too. He is an excellent Chaser for the Gryffindor team."

"I'm the team's Seeker!" Harry couldn't wait to stroke his new broom, he could already imagine Ron's surprised and envious expression when he saw the Firebolt, and the unwillingness of the Slytherin team envy……

In a corner of the room, Riddle folded his hands and looked at Harry coldly, thanking Sirius and getting closer to him, with a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes,

In the afternoon, Sirius took him to wander around Diagon Alley.Harry hadn't tasted the feeling of going shopping with his family in a long time. It's not that Uncle Vernon's family never took him out-in fact, they were more afraid that leaving him at home would cause the house to explode, but they just took him out. As a burden and incidental, I will neither buy him anything nor say unnecessary words to him.

In fact, Harry admired the courage of his godfather. He actually dared to go out on the street wearing a pair of sunglasses, and even appeared in a place like Diagon Alley where people come and go.But it is estimated that no one will recognize him, after all, he is much more handsome than before with a little modification.

"Harry, just tell me what you want."

"Ah, isn't this bad? You've already given me the Firebolt_Arrow..."

"What's there to be embarrassed about, I'm your godfather, I should buy things for you." Sirius sighed, "It's been hard for you to live in a Muggle family these years... If they bully you in the future, you Just tell me, and I will teach them a lesson."

"This... this is unnecessary!"

They were talking and laughing, and Harry felt that the temperature around him seemed to be getting colder and colder. He shivered and crossed his arms.The surrounding shops and crowds disappeared at some point, leaving only gray and cold shadows.There was a creepy creaking sound, as if something was gnawing at the icy air...

Sirius turned around suddenly, and he saw those dark shadows rushing towards him, they were the vicious curse lurking in endless nightmares, the cruel executioner who deprived all happiness, the source of despair, the beginning of all evils.His pupils dilated, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the fear that had been lingering for a long time resurfaced in his heart again...

There was scarlet in front of his eyes, and James and Lily fell in a pool of blood, with a determined and sad smile remaining on their faces.Then he heard the cry of collapse, screaming, hoarse, as if he had lost the whole world...he knew it was himself.

No, he can't go back, can't go back to Azkaban!He wants to avenge them, and he wants to raise their son... He will never let anyone take away the life he deserved!

Harry stared blankly at the black misty shadows approaching him. They were hooded and almost incorporeal, making teeth-grinding noises as they slid on the ground.All temperature is stripped away, leaving only bone-chilling, hellish desolation.All the remaining laughter and laughter were swept away, and there were large blurred shadows around...

A man's panicked voice hit his ears: "Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! Run! Run! I'll resist him—" followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps, doors and tables being smashed voice and another man's shrill laugh.

"Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please—I promise anything—" The mother's pleading voice was mournful and loud.

"Get out of the way, out of the way, stupid woman—"

"no, do not want--!"

"Harry!!" Someone shouted in his ear, hoarse, as if trying to pull him out of the abyss.The pocket was empty, and the wand was drawn.

"Call God to protect you!" With a loud shout, a group of pearly white fluorescent mist gushed out, filling the entire field of vision like a hovering dragon.He was surrounded by a gentle force, and the shattering pain was filled with hot light, ironing his limbs and bones.He even felt pain, not because of sadness, but because of a kind of relief that was tightly strangled.

A second before he fell, Harry saw the same fragile and desperate man beside him.

So he knew it wasn't just his nightmare.

It was a festive Halloween, and the snow was so thick that Martin boots left clear marks of different shades on it.Mother took care of him in the baby room, put him to sleep, and smiled like a red lotus blooming in the snow.He was giggling in the crib, his emerald green eyes narrowed.Father reads the newspaper in the hall.

They enjoyed this lively and quiet night to their heart's content, not even noticing that the shadow of danger was approaching.The tall figure in the black floor-sweeping cloak reached out with pale, spider-like hands and utterly destroyed his world.

"Go, go! I'll block him for you...!"

"Don't hurt him...don't hurt him, come to me, let Harry go!"

"Don't touch Harry, don't...!"

"Harry!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face pale, gasping for breath, his body still trembling unconsciously.Dazedly wiping off the sweat from his forehead, his pupils were dilated, as if he hadn't calmed down from the shock.

"Harry?"

Harry turned his head to look at the source of the sound.He stared blankly at him for a few seconds, as if confirming his identity, and punched him the next moment.

But his fist missed, through Riddle's face and into the air.The feeling that the strength didn't fall into place was very uncomfortable, Harry leaned forward straight, he pressed his hand on the edge of the bed to support his body, but he just dragged the sheet and slid down in embarrassment.

Riddle reached out to catch him, but Harry threw him off abruptly, pulling the bedding back and stepping back, his voice shrill and harsh, "Get out of here! Don't come here!"

The boy's hands froze in place.He retracted his arms silently, hugging his chest tightly, as if trying to suppress something.

"You murderer, I don't want to see you now or in the future! Get out of here!" Harry screamed uncontrollably, his throat was in severe pain because he couldn't bear the strong pull, he coughed violently, and the sound echoed throughout the room echo.

"Harry, have you forgotten who saved you—" Riddle said, holding back his anger.

"I just remember who killed my whole family!" Harry finally stopped coughing, with tears in his eyes, and a cold smile, "You don't know what I saw when I faced those monsters...you think I was just a kid then, so I don't remember anything, do I? Indeed, until yesterday, I only remembered a flash of green light about the massacre 13 years ago. But at that moment, the monsters appeared in front of me I remembered how you killed my father and then my mother, and how they protected me desperately..."

Harry spoke in a hurry, and coughed violently again.He poured a glass of water from the teapot, and said a little discouraged: "Forget it, you won't understand, Riddle. You will never understand."

How can a person like him care about everyone he kills, they have friends and relatives, and the tragic death of their loved ones will cast a dark shadow on their hearts.

From then on, in the nightmare and when facing the group of monsters, the powerlessness and fear locked in the bottom of the heart will tenaciously break away from the disguise time and time again, tearing apart the happy life on the surface, and pulling them back to the abyss of the past again.

They will be haunted by dark memories forever and cannot be redeemed.

"Maybe for you, death is the scariest thing. But for us, other people's death is countless times more terrible than this." Harry finally concluded.

They looked at each other without giving in or avoiding each other.It had never been so clear to Harry that this man was his enemy, not because he was going to kill him, but because he was going to kill him.

Riddle's eyes changed from indifference to quite terrifying, like black ice cubes frozen by extreme anger and coldness, with huge waves suppressing under the deadly calm surface.Harry knew he was holding back, which surprised him a bit, but it didn't lessen the pain in his heart.

Finally Riddle stood up and said in an extremely indifferent voice: "In that case, then I will satisfy you."

This tone coincided with the cold tone of the man in his memory, making Harry realize that this was the real Riddle, the real Voldemort, and the previous patience and gentleness were just a bubble that could be poked.

Without looking at him again, he returned to the locket.

The author has something to say: Some readers mentioned before about why Riddle knew that Sirius was not a Death Eater, that is, whether the soul fragments can communicate with the memory of the main soul.

There is no clear explanation in this original work, it is really difficult to verify, so I refer to the original work and the plot needs, and set it like this↓

When Voldemort's body was still there, his memory and soul fragments were interoperable; after he lost his body, it was equivalent to him becoming a relatively powerful soul fragment, which was not special, so the memory could not communicate.

The memory of the soul fragments cannot communicate with the main soul, that is, the main soul does not know what the soul fragments have experienced.

☆、Self-doubt

For the next week, Riddle was never seen again.He neither came out of the locket nor spoke to him, just disappeared out of thin air.

This sometimes makes Harry feel that the previous things are all fake, he just had a real and long dream, and at this moment he finally wakes up from the dream, and everything is back on track.He didn't pick up the diary, didn't meet Tom Riddle, let alone break his heart.

etc.Heartbeat...?

Harry frowned, dismissing the nasty thought from his mind.

Ron and Hermione soon joined him in Diagon Alley.Ron talked to Harry about their adventures in Egypt, such as visiting the ancient wizards in Egypt, visiting the pharaoh's tomb protected by mysterious magic...

"...Fred and George have been thinking of putting Percy in one of the pyramids. He's the president of the student body, you know?" Ron was visibly frustrated. "This is the first student body president in our family." gone?"

Harry told them about his life in the past few days and the Firebolt, and Hermione and Ron were amazed and amazed.When Ron asked who gave him the Firebolt, Harry hesitated.

In the stories he told them about his summer vacation, Riddle and Sirius didn't exist.He didn't know whether to tell Sirius' true identity, what if they didn't believe it?

And Sirius has disappeared since that day, and Harry once speculated whether the Ministry of Magic had captured him, because he later learned from the bar owner Tom that the monsters were dementors who specially guarded Azkaban.But he didn't read relevant reports from the "Daily Prophet", so he half-believed that Sirius had escaped.

"Ah... I bought it myself, you know my parents left me some money in Gringotts," Harry explained.

"Oh, that's great." Ron sighed.

"By the way, Ron, how is your pet Scabbers?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering Sirius' words.

"Ah, you said it..." Ron's expression collapsed. "When we were wandering around the pyramid, it suddenly ran out, and then disappeared...I searched for a long time, but I didn't see it."

"How could this be?" Harry was taken aback, Scabbers was no ordinary mouse, if Sirius was right, it should have been transformed from Animagus Pettigrew.

"I do not know either……"

Harry frowned and didn't ask any more questions.He felt very bad, as if something was secretly growing in the dark, beyond his control.

Soon it will be time for them to go to school.

What caught Harry off guard was that they encountered a dementor patrol again on the train.Harry's condition was not much better than last time. Last time he passed out directly. When Ron and Hermione woke him up this time, he found himself lying on the cold ground, shaking all over.

"Harry...? Are you okay?" Ron looked worried. He wasn't too much affected by the dementors, he just felt numb all over his body.

"It's okay...I'm fine." Harry sat back on the bench.He felt extremely ashamed, and he was probably the only one who reacted so strongly.

"It's too much, how can we let this kind of monster roam around in our car?"

"The dementors are not going to guard Azkaban properly, what are they doing here..."

"Hey, have you heard that Sirius once appeared in Diagon Alley, but he escaped again..."

The students around were talking about it, but they didn't seem to notice Harry's situation.Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder and suggested that he have some chocolate.

"I read from the book that chocolate can promote psychological stress."

Harry nodded, casually reached into his pocket, and accidentally touched a long strip.He took it out, and it turned out to be a piece of premium chocolate.

Strange, he has never bought this kind of chocolate.Who put it in his pocket?

A lounge at the end of the train.

Palely, Draco pressed his head into his elbows and panted heavily, his stomach convulsed, and there was a constant hacksaw-like sound in his throat.He wanted to cry a little bit, but he couldn't shed a single tear. His eye sockets were red with pain as if they had been run over by sand.

Others in the lounge chatted and laughed happily, and seemed not to be affected by the dementors.Their gazes occasionally glanced at Draco, but they were also full of contempt, without a trace of sympathy.

Draco retched a few times, stood up and opened the door of the living room and walked out.

Crabbe, who was playing cards with a few friends, glanced at the departing boy, a gesture that was noticed by several others.One of them raised his eyebrows and smiled maliciously: "Hey, why did the young master of the Malfoy family go out?"

"His schoolbag is still here, should we go up and kick it?" Another person suggested.

"Isn't that bad, after all he's still Malfoy...?"

"So what if it's Malfoy, he thought he could stay in Slytherin after doing that kind of thing? We didn't attack him because of his father's face!"

"But at least he still has a father."

"We Slytherins don't need such a traitor...!"

"Hey, Crabbe, why don't you talk?" Pansy, who is dressed in noble clothes, looked sideways at the boy sitting on the sidelines, and approached him with some intimacy, "Malfoy was also your friend before, you should be a little bit unbearable." ?”

All eyes were on him, and Crabbe kind of enjoyed the attention.He narrowed his eyes and waved his hands casually: "Friend? No, he was never my friend. I don't have this kind of friend. The friends I make are real Slytherins, not Gryffindor-wielding ones." Traitor of the Knife."

"Let me tell you, how could Crabbe get along with that kind of person!" the Slytherin boys and girls immediately cheered.

"It's just..."

At this moment, Draco was sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom, his face buried in his hands.He thought he could restrain himself, he could stop being so afraid, and he also hoped that he could be braver and stronger, and he was not at all Slytherin in this way.

"You're so stupid, Draco," he said to himself, "Have you forgotten what your father said? You're not cool at all, really."

He has been in a panic since the summer vacation.Lucius said he could understand that Draco had killed the basilisk, but was puzzled that he had pulled the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat.

"No Slytherin student has ever been able to do this. Draco, you need to reflect on it. You have to become a standard Slytherin to provoke the Malfoy family, understand?" Father said The voice was not harsh, but it just made him feel ashamed.

Draco felt that he was wrong, he should not have challenged the basilisk, nor should he have pulled out the Gryffindor sword from the sorting hat. He had failed the family's expectations and shamed Malfoy.He deserves death.

But he didn't know where he went wrong.He entered the secret room according to the master's will, but was abandoned by the master, and finally had to face the basilisk alone... He had nowhere to go, no way to retreat.

With no other choice, he could only betray his faith except to prove the truth with death.

"I'm sorry...Father. I may not be able to be a real Slytherin." He hung his head, shoulders shrugged, and sobbed softly.

"Can't be a real Slytherin? What are you talking about?"

Draco raised his head alertly in an instant, meeting Harry's searching eyes.The two little boys were silent for three seconds at the same time.

"Why did you open the toilet door casually?!"

"Who told you to go to the toilet without locking the door?!"

☆, the real Slytherin

Harry swore he really wasn't voyeuristic.He didn't open the toilet door intentionally, it's just that all the other toilets on the train were occupied for some reason, and only this one had the door ajar.

He wanted to say, Malfoy, if you don't go to the toilet, don't occupy the pit, but seeing Draco's expression, Harry couldn't say anything.

Harry hated Malfoy very much. He was arrogant and conceited, bullying others, and against himself everywhere.And that loathing came to a head when he stole the locket.But Malfoy's subsequent killing of the basilisk made Harry realize that he didn't know him well enough.After hearing his confession just now, Harry felt very sympathetic to him.

He had also heard about Draco's current situation, and what was more dangerous was that his self-doubt had reached the verge of collapse.Harry thought maybe he should talk to him better.

"What are you doing stuck here? If you want to go to the toilet, go in quickly."

"I said, Malfoy, is there something bothering you... tell me? Maybe I can help." Harry tentatively asked.

Draco frowned, and a shameful blush appeared on his face: "Help...? Are you looking down on me? Let me tell you, even if I pull out that sword, it won't prove anything! I don't I'll go to you Gryffindors, I'm Slytherin..."

He struggled to finish the sentence, trying not to show a trace of timidity in front of Harry, but his voice became more and more hesitant as he got further behind.

"Don't be nervous, Draco, I didn't mean that. But I think you are wrong, this matter is not that serious. You can summon the sword of Gryffindor, which means that you also have some excellent qualities of Gryffindor, It's very normal."

"Normal? How is it normal! I'm a Slytherin, how can I be recognized by Gryffindor? Then I... I can't become a qualified Slytherin..."

"Is there anything wrong with being recognized by Gryffindor? Draco, there is no clear boundary between these four houses. They just provide a standard. What kind of person you will become depends on you." Myself." Harry sincerely persuaded, "The Big Four have different understandings of education. They all have their own qualities that they value, but this does not mean that you cannot have the excellent qualities of multiple colleges at the same time. If you say If there is really an insurmountable gap between the four colleges, if you are recognized by other colleges, it will form a kind of betrayal, then these four great wizards will not be friends back then."

Draco stared blankly at the boy in front of him.His green eyes gazed at him earnestly through round lenses, full of encouragement.He subconsciously pursed his lower lip, nodded, and immediately shook his head.

"But in this case, what should I do... I can't meet my father's expectations." Draco closed his eyes in pain and frowned.

"You can still be a good Slytherin, Draco." Harry said softly, with a firm tone, "Besides, you can be a good Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hedge Patch. You'll be the best of the bunch by then."

Draco's eyes widened, as if shocked.He stared at him fixedly, clenched his fists very hard, as if he wanted to hold the whole world in his hands.

"I know," he whispered, firmly. "I know what to do."

He turned around and pushed open the toilet door, stopped in his tracks again, and looked back a little coyly: "...Thank you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as Draco returned to his sitting room.Those words just now were not his original words, but Sirius' earnest teaching to him.Sirius was born in a big family that worshiped Slytherin for generations, but he himself entered Gryffindor. Only he knew the struggles and choices.

Before he left the toilet, he heard a loud noise from the lounge. Something hit the wall heavily, and then slid down, rubbing against the wall to make a screeching sound.

As soon as Harry rushed into the common room, he saw Draco standing in the middle of the common room with his wand in hand, and everyone else had their backs to the wall in horror, two meters away from him.They also seemed to think the room wasn't big enough to retreat further from Draco.

Judging from the direction Draco's wand was pointing at, the loud noise just now seemed to be caused by him blowing up a classmate's suitcase.Harry looked at the messy textbooks, parchments, frock coats and broken suitcase shells scattered on the floor, and his teeth ached.

"Who else among you wants to challenge Malfoy's dignity?" Draco looked around for a week, his tone was as cold as that of a third-year student, but it was a bit like his father.

A dead silence.

"What, what Malfoy's dignity! Aren't you the one who made the Malfoy family lose face?"