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Fortunately, when he turned his head, his whole body froze.

Lord Slytherin was leaning against the wall and smiling at them.

Hearing Snape's unusual breathing, Harry subconsciously looked at the other's gaze.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Harry wanted to sit up quickly, but the sheets rubbed against his buttocks, causing him almost to fall to the ground in pain. Only then did he realize his embarrassment, and immediately took Snape's The quilt wraps itself up.

Sara couldn't help laughing when she saw Harry trying to turn himself into a chrysalis.

Not to mention Harry, even Snape wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in now.He blocked all connections between the cellar and the outside world, but he just forgot that the founder could apparate.

"Stop bullying Harry, Severus." Salazar managed to hold back a smile, but still couldn't stop the tremor in his voice.

Snape had to use Occlumency to control his emotions, he looked at Salazar with a somewhat empty gaze: "Please come to us..."

Salazar respected the privacy of others, so he would not come directly to the cellar if it was not an important matter. Usually, he would use the ring to summon them.But obviously, this time Snape was angry and Harry was being abused again, so neither of them noticed that the ring was heating up.

"I just want to tell you that I found a book with the spell 'Falling Flowers' and put it in the first section of the library, so you don't have to worry about the principal." Salazar said, " Severus, if the headmaster asks, just say you let Harry in."

Salazar was very thoughtful, and Snape, who was still worrying about how to explain to Dumbledore, was relieved.

"Thank you." Snape bowed.

Salazar still had a shallow smile: "You're welcome. But I underestimated Tom Riddle, he was able to recognize that spell immediately."

"He has been sealed in Ravenclaw's diadem for decades," said Harry, whose Occlumency level was average, so he managed to calm down now. "The knowledge is indeed profound," he replied.

"A very interesting kid," Salazar said, "Unfortunately, he is too ambitious." He did not object to students being ambitious, and he even ordered the Sorting Hat, which is one of the criteria for entering Slytherin House. But it is too much to be ambitious enough to destroy the wizarding world, or even slice one's own soul in pursuit of immortality.

I have to say that all of Voldemort's actions on stage tonight, whether he's bickering with Harry or messing with Lockhart, will be interesting as a bystander and someone who doesn't know his true identity.

"Well, he's much better than that snake face."

It was Harry who was speaking, and Snape was noncommittal about Master Snake Master. He had followed the Dark Lord for too many years, even though his magic power was no longer inferior to him, but the fear had never faded away. This is what he would say to Harry This is the reason why Lee is brooding over the actions of provoking the other party.

Salazar nodded slightly, and Apparated out of the cellar.

After confirming that the other party had left, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Merlin!" His lord Slytherin saw his appearance like this, what a shame to throw it at the founder!

Snape also had some regrets, and he was responsible for a large part of this situation.He thought for a while, and continued to complete what he wanted to do but didn't have time to do.

Fortunately, this is the cellar, and potions are readily available. Snape found a bottle of swelling potion and then went to lift Harry's quilt. Harry buried his head in the pillow, and refused to look at him again.

Snape is not good at comforting people, besides, he also knows that he has acted too harshly this time. It can be seen from Harry's abused buttocks, it is bright red, and some places are even bloodshot. Of course, he regrets it now It was too late, and all he could do was to carefully apply the medicine to the other party. His movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting Harry again.

"Okay." Snape patted Harry's shoulder to confirm that the medicine had penetrated into the skin.

Ignore him, Harry is still playing the ostrich.Although Snape's potion was very effective, the pain had already subsided by half, and it was estimated that he would recover completely after half an hour of rest, but he still didn't want to talk to Snape.

The old bat will bully him, hum!

Seeing such an awkward Harry, Snape wanted to laugh, and he stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms.

"Does it still hurt?" Snape asked softly.

Harry's emerald eyes were staring at him, the accusation clearly evident.

Snape controlled his expression, and then threw out the bait: "Do you want to sleep in the cellar that night?" His voice was a little low, like a whisper between lovers.

The little fish was immediately hooked, and Harry put away his original emotions, jumped out of Snape's arms with a jerk, and ran happily into the bathroom.

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Harry regretted his decision to stay after returning to bed after taking a shower. If this matter had been left half a year ago, it would not have been a problem, but now... since Harry had some dreams that he shouldn't have when he first started school , he found it difficult to lie on the same bed with Snape calmly.

The sound of water in the bathroom made Harry a little uneasy.

But thinking about it carefully, the old bat didn't know what kind of dream he had, so he didn't need to feel guilty at all.However, in that dream, Snape asked in a deep and sexy voice, "Do you like me doing this?" It was really... tempting!

I really hope this dream can come true... No, no, he doesn't want to do that kind of thing at all!

So Snape took a shower, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw a chrysalis rolling around on his bed.

"I don't know that your lord savior's latest new game is silkworm chrysalis," Snape raised his eyebrows, "in that case, I won't bother you, your humble potions professor has to deal with homework and waste time on your little The potion on the bastard!!"

Harry stopped rolling and poked his head out to look at Snape, who was so angry that Snape turned his head and walked away, otherwise he couldn't help but beat the little bastard again, and then he would have wasted a lot of time and potions!

As soon as he sat down on the office chair, Harry really chased him out.

"Sev, I can't sleep..." Harry's voice was aggrieved.

Snape frowned inadvertently, the little green-eyed troll probably ran out too fast, he didn't even have time to put on his slippers, and his pajamas were being put on crookedly at this moment, revealing a patch of wheat-colored skin , the delicate clavicle is even more unobstructed.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Snape reached out and grabbed him to sit on his lap.

"Can't sleep?" Snape waved his wand and floated the parchment with the student's homework in front of him, "Here's a bottle of dreamless potion, drink it and go to sleep."

"No, I want to be with you." Not on the bed, Harry naturally forgot about the previous dream, and he relaxed a lot.

Snape showed an imperceptible smile: "Be obedient, you still have class tomorrow." He magically hit them above them at one time, and it was already past eleven o'clock.

Harry shook his head, then buried his head in Snape's arms: "Tomorrow morning is your class."

Snape raised the corners of his lips grimly: "So I won't wake you up."

Harry: "..."

Anyway, Snape didn't stop Harry's actions.

There was a faint potion smell on Snape's clothes, very soft, like a good tranquilizing potion, which calmed Harry's nerves in a short while.Snape's movements of correcting homework were so small that Harry hardly felt any discomfort, and the rustle of the quill on the parchment was even more lulling to sleep.

In less than 10 minutes, Harry's eyelids gradually sank, and his breathing soon became even. Snape stopped his hands and looked at him softly, almost dripping water.

Seeing the messy black hair in his arms, Snape sighed silently in his heart, even if this little troll always caused trouble for him, he was willing to pay for him.

Harry's warm breath fell on Snape's neck, and Snape's face turned slightly red.He stood up, trying to get him back to bed without disturbing the other person's sleep, and went back to correct the paper after he fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, Harry lay back, but he refused to let go of his hand. Snape frowned and looked at his collar, which was tightly held, and couldn't help shaking his head.

It seemed that the homework could not be changed today, Snape waved his hand and turned off the lights in the office outside.He lay on the bed, reached for the quilt helplessly, and wrapped himself and the little giant in his arms together.

The next day, Harry woke up very early, the dungeon and Slytherin's dormitory were not sunny all day long, and he already had his own biological clock.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Snape's chest. Recalling what happened the night before, Harry couldn't help being moved. He could even imagine how carefully the other party put him from the office and put him back on the bed so as not to wake him up.It can be said that Snape indulged him to the extreme in this life.

Snape didn't sleep very deeply. Last night, this little bastard named Potter didn't know what was going on. He had to hold him to sleep soundly. He could only hold him in his arms, but the sound of his breathing combined with his warm body... Snape found himself in a tragedy.

He knows that he has thoughts about Harry, which is normal, because the other party is his lover, but as Lord Slytherin joked a few months ago, regardless of whether Harry's mental age is adult or not, his physical age is only 13 now , I should never have the idea of ​​possessing him.

After finally calming down the desire he shouldn't have, Snape was a light sleeper, so just as the little troll moved his body, he opened his eyes.

"Your Excellency the Savior is not out of infancy yet?" Seeing this little bastard, Snape became furious, "Should I still prepare a pillow for Your Excellency? Lest he sleep with his humble professor in his arms Don’t let go of it.”

Harry bowed his head in embarrassment, Merlin, he doesn't remember anything!

Snape glared at the silly little bastard, wishing he could beat him up again!

It was still early for class, and Harry Apparated back to his bedroom to wash up before going to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The house-elves are always very diligent, and at breakfast time, the mess of the previous night was no longer seen here, as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Oddly enough Draco didn't come.

Harry took a sandwich and put it in his mouth, puzzled.

The students had come to eat one after another at this time, Harry frowned, Draco never had the habit of sleeping in, what happened today?

Harry looked around. The students in Slytherin House generally had better self-discipline, and the number of students who had slept was far smaller than the other three houses, so they were the ones who came the most at breakfast time.

Of course Draco hadn't slept, he had just been robbed along the way.

Draco looked at Kelly Lestrange who called him to the Hogwarts lake early in the morning, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He didn't know that this body was actually Voldemort's soul, but he knew that the other party was a loyal Death Eater, so he still paid attention to it despite being inexplicable.

His relationship with the savior is good for all to see, and it is not surprising that the Lestrange family will come to test him.

Draco was not familiar with his brother who had been around a few times. After all, it was a tradition for pure-blood families to marry. After careful consideration, I am afraid that he and most of the students of Slytherin House could be somewhat related by blood.So he never took the other person seriously, until half a year ago, his parents reminded him to pay attention to this cousin during school, the reason was not clearly stated, Draco's curiosity was not very heavy, since they didn't let themselves Knowing that he didn't ask in detail.

It was a bit cold in the early winter morning, and Draco cast a warming spell on himself, which was still effective, before standing still.

"What's the matter?" Draco asked, looking at Kelly Lestrange coldly.

Voldemort didn't show any dissatisfaction with his attitude, he lazily leaned against a sycamore tree behind him, looked down at Draco, "Did the Malfoy family decide to follow the savior?"

Draco choked on his directness. He didn't have much contact with this cousin, and occasionally met him at family banquets, so he only had a vague impression of him.

Kelly Lestrange is proud of her blood and never associates with descendants of non-pure blood families.But even so, Draco had never seen him look at himself with oppressive eyes like this.

That kind of gaze forced him to hold back his emotions and talk to the other party seriously.

"Harry is my friend and has nothing to do with the Savior." Draco said.

Voldemort pulled one corner of his lips, and his smile was full of sarcasm, "Being friends with half-bloods, has the Malfoy family degenerated to this point?"

It's like what Kelly Lestrange said back then, Draco thought.

"Potter is a pure-blood family, Harry is not a half-blood, is he?"

"But that doesn't change the fact that his mother was a Mudblood," said Voldemort.

If it was Harry standing here, he would definitely laugh at Voldemort fiercely. Even if his mother was born in the Muggle world, she is still a wizard. Unlike Voldemort, his father is a pure Muggle, okay?So you still have the nerve to tell others?

Of course, Draco didn't know about these things. He just felt that he hadn't seen him for more than a year, and that his cousin had changed surprisingly.No wonder the parents made themselves wary of him.

Draco looked straight into the other's dark eyes, and there was a gleam of red light in the pure blackness, "So?" Of course he would not be so stupid as to think that the other party simply came to discuss Harry's blood with him.

Seeing that the other party was noncommittal, Voldemort simply changed the subject: "The Malfoys don't really think that the Dark Lord is dead, do they?"

There was evil in the other party's eyes, and Draco couldn't help being horrified. Connecting to the red light he saw before, he felt more and more weird about the person in front of him.

The Dark Lord has been missing for 12 years. When Harry killed Quirrell last semester, Voldemort could only survive in Quirrell's turban without a real body.The Malfoy family naturally believed that Voldemort was not dead, but his father was very supportive of his association with Harry.

"I'm sorry," Draco tried to calm down, "my father will decide on this matter, I'm sorry I can't give you any answer." After finishing speaking, he wanted to go back to the auditorium, and he didn't want to stand with this person again.

"The heir of the Malfoy family is so incompetent," Voldemort's slow voice successfully stopped Draco's footsteps, "Is he only using his father as an excuse?"

Draco turned his head and was about to refute, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak: "Then, please go back and tell your father, baby, that the Dark Lord is still alive, and ask him to reconsider his position."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he turned and left the Black Lake.

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☆、Chapter 97

When Harry saw Draco again, it was almost time for Potions class. Draco's face was ugly, but he managed to maintain his demeanor.

Draco sat down in his seat without saying a word, and just gave Bryce a slight nod in greeting.Harry knew it was abnormal, but since Slytherin respected other people's privacy, he didn't intend to ask if the other party didn't tell him.

Snape asked the students to come up one by one to get the potion materials needed for this class. Draco sat still, and Bryce took a look at each other and walked up to the podium.

In this class, Draco's absent-mindedness was so obvious that even Snape noticed that he either forgot to turn off the fire in the cauldron or misplaced the potion. Even if Bryce quickly remedied it, it would have little effect. A pot of pure black liquid with a pungent smell appeared.

All the students were attracted by this miraculous scene, which was a situation that only Neville Longbottom would have appeared in the first place.And Draco has always been careful, and he is deeply loved by Professor Snape, so he got a good grade in potions, and the scene in front of him surprised all the students.

This time it was Harry's turn to gloat.Combined, he had never seen Professor Snape's favorite student turn potions into poisons, and now... it was so much fun.

When Snape saw such a pot of potion, his gloomy expression became even more frightening. He coldly glanced at the messy little animals around him. Most of the students automatically lowered their heads, not daring to look at Draco any more. glance.

Of course, the majority of the students did not include His Excellency the Savior who was spoiled by Snape.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape gave Harry a blunt stare, then turned to look back at Draco, "at eight o'clock in the evening, go to the cellar for confinement, and copy the "Slytherin Rules" fifty times , give it to me in three days."

"Yes, Professor."

Although the person in front of him was his godfather, Draco knew that in Hogwarts, he was just his Potions professor and headmaster.This is what the other party warned him before he entered the first grade.

Turning his head, Draco saw the smile on Harry's face, and he reluctantly responded with a wry smile.

But to Snape's reminder, Draco put away the emotions he shouldn't have. He seized the time to re-prepare the materials, and finally made the potion that met Snape's requirements before get out of class ended.

"What's wrong with you today?" Harry asked Draco as he left the classroom after packing up, "I didn't see you in the auditorium this morning."

Draco shrugged: "I was called away by a strange person."

"weirdo?"

Draco's gray-blue eyes were full of confusion, apparently he didn't know whether he should tell Harry about this matter, his father asked him to be friends with the savior, and he somehow meant to place the bet on Harry He would understand this point even if he didn't tell the truth, so if it were normal, he would definitely tell Harry frankly, but the feeling that Kelly Lestrange gave him this morning was too weird, so weird that he didn't know what to do. measures.

"Sorry," Harry felt embarrassed seeing his expression, "I didn't mean to inquire."

Draco came back to his senses and shook his head at Harry, "It's okay." He knew that Harry cared about him, but this matter in front of him... he can only wait to ask his father.

He came to the cellar on time at eight o'clock in the evening. At this time, Snape was sitting at his desk correcting the unfinished papers from last night. Seeing him come in, Snape put down his work.

"Give me a reasonable explanation," Snape said, looking into Draco's eyes, "or else deal with the potion ingredients in that corner." He wouldn't force his godson to say what he didn't want to say, so he gave The opponent has the right to choose, although the pile of potions is higher than Draco squatting down.

Draco: "..." He sat on the sofa knowingly, and told Snape the exact conversation between Voldemort and him that morning.

After hearing this, Snape was silent for a while, and then said, "Did Lucius know?"

Draco shook his head.

"Then you can write home letters here." Snape floated a piece of parchment and a quill in front of Draco, "This is the content of your confinement today."

Lucius can't always come to Hogwarts, though the cellar fireplace leads directly to Malfoy Manor, and the Floo trips leave a record.The previous time, because Dobby was involved, Snape could only make Lucius come forward to make it clear. If Dumbledore found out that Lucius often appeared at Hogwarts, it would be strange for him not to be suspicious.

I have to say that Draco is very grateful to his godfather. The other party can always keenly sense what he needs now, and then give him help. In the case of not being able to discuss with his father face to face, a letter from an owl in time is the best Method.He took a deep breath, picked up the quill and began to write a letter home.

This letter was sent by Snape to help him find an owl. Malfoy's owl is too conspicuous, just like Harry's Hedwig. You can tell whose letter it is at a glance, so Snape asked the house elf to find it. A school owl comes.

It was almost ten o'clock after all this was done, Draco thanked Snape, and then walked slowly back to his dormitory.

On the way, he ran into that "strange person" again.

Voldemort was waiting for Draco on the only way back to his dormitory. Seeing him coming, Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and smiled mockingly: "Ask Snape for help?"

Draco didn't stop, he planned to ignore the other party and go straight.Naturally, Voldemort would not just let it go, he stopped in front of Draco.

"If you still think you're a Slytherin, you should know what time it is?" Draco frowned, he didn't want to talk to this person now, not at all.

The Slytherins will do bad things, but they will try their best not to let others catch them, so blatant night travel is definitely not what they will do.

Voldemort shrugged indifferently: "Then let's talk in your bedroom?"

Draco's brows frowned even tighter. Snakes don't like others encroaching on their territory, especially if the other party is someone they don't like.

"But I believe that no matter where you are, you will never tell me the time." Unable to get a response from the other party, Voldemort sneered.

Before Draco could answer, he suddenly saw a fleeting red light in the other person's eyes.

His instincts told him it was dangerous, so Draco subconsciously drew his wand in a fighting stance, but unfortunately, it was a step too late.

He saw the man in front of him pointing his wand at himself, and uttered a spell he had never heard before:

"Legilimens!"

In an instant, Draco felt that his memory was being flipped. His father taught him when he was a child, and his godfather taught him to make simple potions. Before he entered school, his father told him that he must enter Slytherin College. During the banquet, he became friends with the savior... These memories are like magic textbooks, unfolding in his mind bit by bit, and sharing them with others.

Legilimency!

Suddenly realizing what it was, Draco broke out in a cold sweat.

He hasn't heard of this spell, which doesn't mean he doesn't know of its existence.Born into a pure-blooded family, he received strict guidance from his father since he was a child. Which spells are harmful and which spells can protect himself have almost become his bedtime stories. He knew the three unforgivable curses by heart before he was ten years old. Legilimency, It is an existence that even the godfather, who has always been indifferent, hates!

He vaguely remembered that the godfather said that there is a way to resist Legilimency, but how to resist?

Draco forced himself to remember, but some memories were too far away, and he couldn't remember them at the moment.

The feeling of being read by Legilimency is not good, and Draco's forehead is covered with cold sweat.

"Draco!"

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly appeared in front of them. With this voice, Draco felt that the other party stopped the magic of flipping his memory. He was relieved and looked at the person gratefully.

It's Harry.

Except for Harry, Snape's confinement for students rarely exceeds ten o'clock, especially if the other party is his dear godson. It is already past ten o'clock and Draco has not returned. Harry can't help but feel a little worried, and then contact the other party today. Unexpectedly, he simply found out.

Fortunately, he came in time, otherwise Draco would not know how many secrets Voldemort would discover.God knows how nervous he was when he saw Draco's look of pain in a very different way than he was suffering from the Cruciatus Curse, and Voldemort's expression on half-closed eyes, obviously enjoying some story.But fortunately, Lucius didn't tell his son everything, so Draco didn't know much, and Voldemort didn't get much information he wanted in the brief Legilimency.

Regarding all of this, although Harry knew it in his heart, he couldn't show it, so he just hugged Draco's shoulder affectionately, and then said in a moderate voice in front of the other two: "It's getting late, Draco , let's go to bed quickly, or we will turn into red eyes like Senior Lestrange!"

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☆、Chapter 98

Draco regretted that he sent his home letter early, he should have written about being Legilimency at night and told his parents.

As soon as he entered his dormitory, Draco hesitated for a moment, then rushed out to say hello to Harry, who was still in time to go back, and then ran back to the cellar.He simply doesn't have the patience to write another letter and send it home. There is actually an easier way to get an answer.

Worried that Draco would run into Voldemort again, Harry followed, but missed the cellar door, but luckily Voldemort probably went back first, so they didn't run into him this time.

Snape was still sitting at his desk grading papers. When he saw Draco coming in, he couldn't help frowning: "I thought Mr. Malfoy knew what time it was, or did he regret that the confinement time tonight was too short?"

"Godfather!" Draco yelled.

There was a slightly mournful voice, Snape's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless.Since entering Hogwarts last year, his godson has never called him that in school. He did warn Draco that they are just an ordinary teacher-student relationship in school, but this does not prevent him from caring for him .

"what happened?"

The other party's address made Snape suddenly have a bad feeling. Like Harry, he asked the house elf to bring Draco a glass of milk.

Snape knew very well that what his godson needed now was the care of an elder, not the guidance of a teacher, otherwise he wouldn't have blurted out the word "godfather".

The milk was brought quickly, but Draco had no time to attend to it.

"Tell me, who is Kelly Lestrange!" Draco's voice was not low, the sequelae of being Legilimency was still there, and his ugly face was even paler now.

The name "Kelly Lestrange" managed to alert Snape, "What did he do to you?" he asked nervously.

Lucius knew there was something wrong with Kelly Lestrange, and Snape knew it very well, otherwise Dobby of the Malfoy family would not have been able to go to Hogwarts to find Harry in the middle of the Halloween night.But Draco didn't know about this. Lucius loved his son to the extreme. If it wasn't a last resort, he would never deprive him of the joy of studying and living. So under the covert protection of Snape, Lucius He never told Draco Strange's question.

Draco's breathing was rapid, his face was filled with unconcealable fear, and his voice was trembling: "Legiliency, he's legilimency on me!"

Snape stood up abruptly, he knew better than anyone what the words "Legiliency" meant, he left his seat, took a bottle of tranquilizer and handed it to Draco, "Drink it, and tell me, he what did you see?"

Draco took it and drank it down, the cold liquid flowed from the tip of his tongue to his dry throat, as if nourished by a clear spring, which soothed his emotions very well.

Putting the potion bottle back on Snape's desk, Draco took a deep breath, "He didn't see much, and it happened that Harry came over and interrupted him."

Snape nodded, fortunately the little bastard was alert enough, and fortunately Lucius didn't tell Draco their biggest secret, otherwise Voldemort would have had no trouble getting the information from him.

"I see." Snape's face was still gloomy, but his voice softened a lot, "I'll take you to Harry's dormitory in a while, and from tonight until Christmas, you will live with him temporarily, and during the day Try not to go it alone."

"But..." Draco wondered if this would hurt Harry.

Seeing his hesitation, Snape said softly, "Don't worry, his magic power is enough to protect the two of you."

Harry showed great welcome to Snape's new roommate, and he offered to transform his desk into a bed suitable for Draco.Draco smiled at him gratefully.

Since Snape locked him up at night, Draco hadn't washed up until now. Taking advantage of his time to take a shower, Snape briefly told Harry what happened at night.

"Voldemort wants to win over the Malfoys?" Harry asked.

Snape nodded almost invisibly.

Voldemort, the wealthy Malfoy family, would naturally not let it go. Harry couldn't help thinking that the reason why the snake face dared to be so arrogant in the past was due to his strength. At the same time, the property support of the Malfoy family was indispensable.It seems that even if this piece of soul has stayed in the crown for 50 years, his pursuit of interests has not changed.

When it was time to say something, Snape turned back to the cellar.

Harry said hello to Draco, then went to his old dormitory to help him get back his pajamas and books for the next day's class.

On the way, he didn't meet Voldemort again, and carried Draco's things back to his dormitory safely.

Draco changed into his pajamas and walked to his new bed.At this moment Harry was already lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but his eyes were a little distracted.

Draco suddenly remembered what his godfather had said to him before, and he sat on the bed and asked Harry, "Godfather said your magic is very powerful?"

Harry's voice was faintly sleepy: "Professor Snape said that?" Don't blame him for not believing it, the old bat praised him so much that he couldn't even think about it.

"Uh..." Probably felt that his words were too concise, Draco thought for a while, and said again: "He said you can protect me." So he let himself live with Harry during this time.

"It's only slightly better than Lestrange." Harry said implicitly.

Stronger?Draco frowned slightly, and some fragments flashed through his mind quickly.

Using the Disarming Charm to throw that idiot Professor Lockhart to the point where he lay down in the hospital wing for three days and drank countless potions before recovering was definitely not something an ordinary fifth grade student could do, even his own father It may not be possible.And Legilimency is a forbidden spell, but he uses it freely... Draco's spine instantly felt chills. Even though the other party was like this, the godfather actually asked Harry, who was the same age as him, to protect him. How strong is the other party?

He suddenly remembered what happened to Harry in the Charms class. Both times it was because of the other party's absent-mindedness. A wave of the wand immediately spread across a large area. Professor Flitwick said that Harry's magic power was out of control. Now he doubted that, The opponent didn't lose control of his magic power at all, but forgot to control his own magic power, so he showed his true strength.

He knew that Harry knew wandless magic, but strength is important in wandless magic, and guiding the correct output of magic power is the most difficult. In other words, as long as he can guide the direction of magic power, he doesn't have to be particularly powerful to cast wandless magic .But now, Harry not only knows wandless magic, but also his strength should not be underestimated.

Draco took a deep breath, then turned his head to confirm to Harry, but found that the other party had already fallen asleep.

Draco: "..." He obediently picked up his wand and turned off the lights in the dormitory, then covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep.

The following days were uneventful, and what Voldemort said to Draco seemed to be just a warning, or maybe he felt that Draco was showing his position by being with the savior every day, anyway, he never looked for Draco again Trouble.And Lucius' reply to Draco was similar to what Snape said, don't tell anyone what you said to Draco, and follow Harry at any time.

——After all, the crown children's shoes are just a piece of Voldemort's soul, even if their family is not on the side of the savior, they will not bet on a piece of soul.

Lucius finally said in the letter, first ensure your own safety, study with peace of mind, and wait for other things to come back from the Christmas holiday.

It’s less than a month away from the Christmas holiday, and the students are in more frequent contact with their families. The cold weather can’t stop everyone from looking forward to the holiday. The atmosphere in Hogwarts is quite joyful, and most of the students’ minds are not on their studies. In fact, a reasonable teacher will reduce the amount of homework for the students, and Snape...Harry is embarrassed to see that there are many students who are caught by Snape every day.