if i am not me

The boy curled up at the corner of the bed stared motionlessly at a certain stain on the ceiling that could not be seen what caused it. In his dark eyes, the vitality of a few months ago had disappeared.

He is Qiang Huan, a child "abandoned" by his family.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he came here. From a certain day, the room was suddenly closed. The window that once had a good view was now blocked by layers of magic circles.

The fire was still warm, the food was still delicious, and even, he still got the newspaper, though it was left over from some unknown day.

At first, these actions of "that person" confused him.Why did that person still save his life?Could it be... he still has the value of existence?

After his family made it clear that they would not compromise with "him" because of him.

however……

Wanting to taunt the corners of his lips, Qiang Huan found that he didn't have much strength in his body, so he gave up this meaningless move.

Suddenly, the sound of chains colliding suddenly sounded outside the door.Qiang Huan couldn't help but feel his heart tense, he suddenly got up from the bed, but because of lack of strength, he fell back again.

"So anxious?" A clear and pleasant voice came from the door, Qiang Huan struggled to support himself, and sure enough, that evil man was standing by the door, admiring his embarrassment with a smile.

Qiang Huan didn't make a sound.

Glancing at him indifferently, Voldemort closed the door behind him.Having been used to this kind of situation for the past few months, he walked to the edge of the bed with ease, looking at Qiang Huan who was clinging to the wall and trying to keep a distance from him, the arc of the corner of his mouth not only raised a bit.

"Newspaper, but you may not like the news on it very much." Throwing the folded newspaper in his hand to Qiang Huan, Voldemort took advantage of the situation and sat down, waiting quietly.

Sure enough, after reading the newspaper, Qiang Huan's expressionless face finally changed slightly.But Voldemort's words seemed to remind him of some unpleasant experiences, so he didn't rush to open the newspaper.

"Stubborn boy." The expected reaction made Voldemort finally laugh, but this laughter made Qiang Huan tremble unconsciously as if he had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

Picking up the newspaper that Qiang Huan hadn't touched in time, Voldemort flipped his wrist and put it on the coffee table beside the bed, "Since you don't want to read it, let's chat."

After speaking, a magic wand appeared in his hand who rarely used it, and then pointed the tip of the wand at Qiang Huan who had become extremely frightened.

"Today will also be a happy day."

Draco leaned against the wall and watched Harry wave his wand to pack his luggage, with a smile on his lips all the time, but the doubtful look in his eyes from time to time showed the chaotic emotions in his mind.

He found that his father had some slight changes recently.The biggest example is the "meeting" that only "adults" could attend in the past, and he and Harry had their place at some point.

Lucius no longer concealed from him all the information he could get, and even occasionally discussed with them some issues that he thought were inconvenient to participate in at their age.

This is obviously a good thing, he and Harry finally don't have to rack their brains to find out the news, but why is it like this?

Thinking about it carefully, all the changes should have started from that day.Father had barely set foot outside Malfoy Manor since Voldemort's sweeping return.He is too aware of the horror of "that person", so unless necessary, he will not leave this shelter passed down by the family.

But that day, he went out because of something important.And the pale face when he came back is still fresh in Draco's memory.

What the hell happened that day?That was what both he and Harry wanted to know.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore." After locking the suitcase, Harry looked up and saw Draco distracted.He was no stranger to this.

Seeing that Harry finished tidying up, Draco stood up shyly and clapped his hands. With a sound of "snap!", a house elf wearing a brown tea towel appeared in the room, and without waiting for more instructions from the master, he picked up the scattered luggage in the room and walked out the door.

"Actually, let Dobby tidy up." Draco raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on Harry's forehead, feeling a little distressed.

Shrugging indifferently, Harry put his wand back into his pocket, "You know I like to tidy up myself."

"Then at least let me help you..."

Hearing this, Harry gave him a sideways glance.

All right.Draco shut his mouth knowingly.

Today is the day when he went back to school twice, because the risk of taking the train was too great, so they had to drive to Hogwarts in a car specially arranged by Lucius, and Dobby, the house elf, followed his master to cross the road logically. The layers of magic circles entered this majestic castle like a copper wall.

The family's car was always faster than the train by more than one notch, so after Dobby had helped the master clean up the dormitory, he saw several students one after another.Facing this not-so-familiar castle, Dobby became even more silent.Fortunately, the duty of the house elves is to keep humans from discovering, so no one cares about this change.

It's just that these people don't include Harry.

Looking at Dobby who left the room with his head down and hastily left the room after dinner, Harry stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Draco was always sensitive to Harry's emotions, and this time was no exception.

After thinking about it, Harry decided to speak out his worries, "Dobby...it's very smart, although it can help us a lot, but..."

"I understand." Daring to bring Dobby, Draco was naturally prepared, but he didn't tell Harry because he thought Harry was not interested.Seeing that Harry was so worried now, Draco hurriedly told Harry the trick of managing the house elves.

After listening to those dumbfounding methods, Harry was unable to make a sound for a long time.But think about it too.If there is no special method, how can the house elves with strong magic power be willing to serve as servants.

After taking the plate on the table, Draco took a piece of bacon with a fork and put it into Harry's mouth, "Don't worry about it, eat something first, there are still several hours before the dinner tonight."

Nodding, Harry obediently opened his mouth and ate the food brought to his mouth.Worrying is not in his character, not to mention that this matter has already been resolved, so it is better for him to keep his head and think about other things.

At seven o'clock in the evening, seeing that it was already dark, the two of them left the dormitory after resting enough and walked towards the auditorium.Along the way, the bustling students made this castle that had been silent for a long time lively again.

Just approaching the Slytherin table, a familiar figure made Harry and Draco couldn't help laughing.

"Brace!"

"Draco! Harry!"

Drake walked quickly to Blaise and sat down, patted his shoulder with his hand, and asked happily, "Is everything all right?"

Raising his eyebrows confidently, Blaise showed his white teeth, "Naturally, I think I can beat an adult troll now."

After retching, Draco said angrily, "That disgusting thing..."

"Don't underestimate its strength!" retorted unconvinced.

Picking the corner of his eyes, Draco showed a bit of teasing expression, "It depends on brains rather than strength to play that thing. You have to follow the technical flow route, you know?" The result of staying with Willy and the others for a vacation is that Muggle terminology has gotten pretty good.

"Technology...?" Apparently, a pure wizard couldn't understand Muggle language.

So in the following time, Harry saw Draco start to show off various professional terms to Blaise, which made Blaise, who had just recovered from a serious illness, glow red all over his face.

"Harry!" On one side, Blaise and Drake chatted happily, while on the other side, Ron, Hermione, and Neville also walked into the auditorium.

The three of them all looked a little dusty, and it seemed that something happened to them on the way here.But this is not a good place to talk, so Harry greeted Drake Bracey, and sat at the Gryffindor table before the dinner started.

"How?" They didn't ask if they were doing well. In this holiday when almost the entire wizarding world was shrouded in the shadow of Voldemort's return, they must have had a good night's sleep just like himself.

Ron pulled out the hair in front of his forehead with his hands, "It's okay, but I'm so tired every day that my back hurts."

"Oh?"

"Training! It's a rare opportunity, you know!" explained with a smile, and Ron winked at him.

She smiled back knowingly, "Are you all there?"

Ron nodded, "Except for Hermione who came a few days late. Neville arrived at my house on the third day."

"Not transferred?" This was a question Harry had long had. Logically speaking, they should all have gone to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Mr. Weasley said it's not yet time." This time it was Hermione who answered the conversation. This girl grew a little longer during the holiday, and her haggard look couldn't hide her beautiful features.

"I heard it was because of spies."

Lowering his voice, Neville, who had been silent all this time, whispered in Harry's ear.

This news made Harry startled, "How could it be?" According to his memory, the members of the Order of the Phoenix are very loyal.

"Dementing Curse." It was Hermione who answered him again.

"Okay, everyone be quiet!" At this moment, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded in the auditorium, and Harry hurriedly slipped back from the Gryffindor table.

Looking at the crowded crowd in the room, Harry suddenly felt that they were the sixth-year Hogwarts students.

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The long-lost small theater:

H: A certain monster finally appeared after abandoning us for so long, why is that?

D: Because Ching Ming Festival is here!

H:?

D: Hades gave her a holiday!

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