if i am not me

Hogwarts seemed to be shrouded in a dark veil overnight.Different from the ease and comfort of the past, this night, anxiety and fear swept everyone's heart, even in sleep, but still tightened everyone's brows, sunken wrinkle, large or small.

Of course, there are also people who can't sleep or can't sleep, such as McGonagall, such as Snape, such as Madam Pomfrey, such as... Harry, Draco and Pansy.

In the medical room filled with the smell of disinfectant, two boys and a girl were sitting around a hospital bed.None of them spoke, they just stared blankly at the boy lying on the hospital bed, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Who would have thought?The boy who was still in high spirits when he went out in the morning was lying here dying at this moment, his already dark complexion turned a haggard, dull sallow yellow because he lacked the nourishment of blood.

A stun spell that nearly killed him.

Come to think of it, he was actually lucky.If his mother hadn't let him carry many protective charms with him, he would not be lying on a white hospital bed, but in a wooden coffin bought temporarily.

Pansy's eyes were already swollen out of shape.She had always been a pretty girl, and so, though her manner and tone were often insolent, she had never been able to find fault with her appearance.But after seeing Blaise lying on the bed, she had no time to think about anything other than crying.

Just before going out in the morning, the boy smiled and promised to bring her her favorite sizzling honey and coconut sorbet when he came back in the evening, but what she waited for was not the smiling face that tolerated her little temper as usual, but a A body whose body temperature is gradually freezing.

Boys were never as expressive as girls, so when Pansy was crying, Draco and Harry just kept silent.They didn't know how Blaise was discovered and brought back, but just his current appearance was enough to make them feel guilty and remorseful.

Resting his forehead with his left hand, Draco stared at the thick shadows under Blaise's eyelashes, and countless complicated thoughts collided in his mind.

Three Aurors died, five were seriously injured and nine were slightly injured. Qiang Huan disappeared, while Blaise was hit by the Stunning Curse and is still in a coma...

Draco couldn't think of another person who could do such a thing from the closely guarded Hogsmeade.

Riddle... no, he should be called Voldemort...

...

His right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and even though the nails had pierced the palm, Draco slowly increased his strength as if he didn't feel any pain - it seemed that only by doing so, the fear and depression in his heart could slowly seep out. The blood, get a little relief.

This was not the first time he knew how powerful that person was.

But this was the first time he truly understood what a terrifying existence their enemy was.

A warm hand touched Draco's clenched fist at this moment, and opened his fingers one by one.This action woke Draco up from his chaotic thoughts, and his blue eyes met those of the finest emeralds.

They looked at each other for a long time.

Harry stood up, stroked Pansy's hair, and walked out the door.Seeing this, Drake gave Pansy a few words and followed.

Harry stood outside the door waiting for him.

Draco glanced at Harry and stretched out his hand silently.Harry grabbed it and led him up to the eighth floor.

At Hogwarts, there is nowhere more secure than the Room of Requirement.

They walked through one corridor after another, and went up and down the stairs one after another, walking in this huge, yet unusually quiet castle.When they sat face to face in the room created by the Room of Requirement, it was already 20 minutes later.

They still didn't speak, and Harry just held on to a quill, writing something on the parchment.Draco watched quietly, and silently read the lines of words in his heart, and then he knew that Harry was not as calm as he looked.

His hands were shaking.

But this did not prevent Draco from understanding his handwriting.

That's a list.

It says:

Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem, ring, snake, and... Neville.

This is……

When seeing the diary on the list, a thought crossed Draco's mind, which made him look at Harry suddenly.But Harry was still burying his head in writing, so Draco had to turn his eyes back to the paper.

"Ring - Gaunt's hut; Slytherin's locket - 12 Grimmauld Place; Hufflepuff cup - Gringotts, Lestrange vault; Ravenclaw's Diadem—The Room of Requirement...?"

"Harry?" Drake couldn't help interrupting Harry, after all, too many things happened tonight, and the information Harry told him at this time was so...

Hearing Draco's voice, Harry paused his pen and started slowly.Only then did Draco realize that those green eyes were already filled with tears.

Drake was stunned!But before he could say anything, a low, whimper-like sound came out of Harry's throat.

"It was my fault……"

Until this moment, Harry's tense heartstrings finally couldn't hold on...it broke!

When he got the news from Ron and Hermione, Harry felt as if his heart was tightly squeezed by a big hand, almost making him breathless.And this feeling became more intense after seeing Blaise lying on the hospital bed.

Although there was no intersection in the previous life, in this life because of Drake's relationship, Blaise can be regarded as his friend.Even if the relationship is not as good as Ron, Hermione and Neville, but other than that, he is definitely a friend who can talk to each other.

Therefore, when he saw Brace, who was like a puppet without a soul, Harry had to admit that he might have done something wrong from the beginning.

For a long time, no, it should be said that before he met the injured Blaise, he actually had a kind of detachment from certain things.

After all, he is no longer the savior.

The current savior is Neville.

It is precisely because of such thoughts in his subconscious that he watched the development of the situation with a trace of unknown indifference when he knew that Voldemort would make a comeback one day and bring countless fears and disasters.

He is selfish!

In this world, apart from his family, apart from Draco, apart from Hermione and Ron, there was only so much care and help he could give to others.

Even if that person is Neville.

Harry didn't help him.Harry was always willing to help Neville when he needed it and Harry could.Just like what he has been doing in the past few years, he helped Neville overcome difficulties again and again, and helped the Savior grow step by step.

He thought he had done enough.

But now, Qiang Huan is missing, Blaise is seriously injured, those Aurors are dead... reality is like a blow to the head, ruthlessly and cruelly waking him up.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what he had forgotten.

He had forgotten the goal he had fought for in his previous life.

Not killing Voldemort.

It's about... saving those innocent people.

Those innocent people who were involved in the war.

They have wizards, Muggles, and... those creatures who are unknown but silently dedicate their strength and life.

For many, it was not destined to be a peaceful night.

The candles in the office of the Minister of Magic illuminated the whole room brightly. When Umbridge came in a hurry, the flickering lights allowed her to see clearly who was sitting or standing in the room for the first time.

Among them are James Potter and Sirius Black.

Umbridge raised his eyebrows when he saw this, but didn't say much, just pulled the corners of his mouth at them and squeezed out a blunt smile, then walked towards Fudge at a steady pace.

Today's Fudge looks like a 60-year-old man with vicissitudes.

What happened tonight was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing his already overwhelmed heart.Therefore, even if he met Umbridge, whom he relied on the most, it would not make him have any ambitions.

Umbridge looked at him like this, and seemed to understand what was going to happen next.

Fudge, a decision has been made.

In fact, he should have made this decision a long time ago, but he has been holding on all this time, thinking that he still has the possibility of making a comeback.

However, the reality told him that everything was just his fantasy.Some things, in fact, have long been out of his control.

"Here you are, Dolores..." Fudge's swollen eyelids made his eyes narrow into a thin slit, but this did not prevent him from focusing on his right-hand man. "Come here and help me draft a statement."

Umbridge trembled almost imperceptibly when she heard the words. Even though she had been mentally prepared, she still couldn't help clenching her gums at this moment.Fudge's words pierced into her heart like a needle, reminding her that she lost, and all her long-term efforts were in vain, and the disappearance of the Chinese boy brought a series of troubles to the Ministry of Magic.

But her unwillingness only appeared for a moment, and then she walked to the coffee table next to Fudge's desk like a normal person, and took out the paper, pen and ink summoned by the magic wand.

"Please speak, Minister." Putting the ink-soaked quill on the parchment, there was no trace of strangeness in Umbridge's voice.

These words were like a spell. As soon as the words fell, everyone in the room focused their attention on them.

And Fudge just stared at Umbridge's writing hand, guilt slipped in his eyes.

To say that the person he is most sorry for now should be her... It's just that the current situation doesn't allow him to think too much, all he can do at this moment is to announce his decision, and then...

Fortunately, even if she steps down, she is still the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.Not even Potter could do anything to her.

Thinking of this, Fudge felt better, and began to spit out syllables one by one with his mouth that could not be opened.

This night is destined not to be peaceful.

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