if i am not me

The moonlight sprinkled silver scales on the lake, and the singing of the nightingale seemed to echo in the forest. Hogwarts at night is a beautiful banshee, full of deadly charm and danger.In a corner that no one knows, two boys hide in the low bushes by the lake, speaking their words in a low voice.

"Remember the mysterious man?"

The Mysterious Man—a synonym for being afraid of the name "Voldemort", but still possesses frightening magical powers...

Unsurprisingly noticing Draco's trembling, Harry sighed faintly. "From the information in the book and people's word of mouth, he seems to be dead, but don't you think the word 'seems' contains too much instability? 'Disappeared' does not mean 'death', maybe, We can assume one possibility—he is not dead yet."

The pupils shrank sharply, and Draco looked at Harry suddenly, his expression full of horror.Not dead... Is "that person" still alive?

Unaware that he had already uttered the question, Draco only heard Harry's firm statement, "I was just a little puzzled at the beginning, until I found out that Dumbledore's attitude towards Neville was a bit uncoordinated, and suddenly felt, The possibility of this hypothesis is too great.”

"The first thing that made me feel wrong was the prohibition that suddenly appeared at the beginning of school. Dumbledore has always emphasized that we must never get close, but don't you think this is a kind of deception for some people?" Casting a sneaky glance at Draco who was still lost in thought, Harry continued, "And then I saw a report."

"Report?" Drake blinked, motioning for Harry to answer him quickly.

"Well, a report in the Daily Prophet. Gringotts warehouse 713 was stolen. Fortunately, the items inside were emptied that day, and no actual loss was caused. case, so it's getting a lot of attention. Do you know the date when this happened, Drake?"

Curling his lips, Draco glared at Harry, this kid is going to play tricks on him at this time...

"Okay, okay, the day we first met. Do you remember who we saw that day?"

"Hagrid." There was no hesitation in the answer this time, and it seemed that Draco had already entered the state.

Raising the corners of his mouth in admiration, Harry nodded, "Yes, Hagrid, as the exclusive guard of Hogwarts, he appeared there so coincidentally, and we got that ban after that, it's really hard not to. There was an association. It was fine if it was just like this, but then Hermione asked me about Nick Flamel..."

"Nick Flamel?" Draco raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what kind of association this name could have on Harry.

Smiling, Harry held his chin and said, "Thanks to him, I can probably guess what's in warehouse 713 now."

"The Sorcerer's Stone, a magical substance with amazing functions created according to ancient alchemy. It can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also produce an elixir that makes people who eat this medicine immortal. And the existing The last Philosopher's Stone belongs to the 665-year-old Nick Flamel. Do you think such a thing is worth breaking into Gringotts?"

"Of course." Apparently Draco had heard a little about the Philosopher's Stone, and was quite interested. "The Sorcerer's Stone is indeed worth taking risks for those who lurk in the dark and wait for the opportunity to move, but what does it have to do with us?"

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but restrain his smile, "It doesn't matter..."

"Neville?"

"Ah."

Draco finally understood why Harry's words and deeds were so cautious, "Do they know?" After thinking about the three still ignorant Gryffindors, he asked without hope.

Rolling his eyes to the sky, Harry said without thinking, "It's not like you don't know how much they adore Dumbledore."

Sighing helplessly, Draco imitated Harry and raised his chin to look at the sparkling lake, "So, he is also the one who Neville and the others have been quietly discussing lately...?"

"I'm not sure," although that was the truth, but Harry couldn't finish it, or he wouldn't be able to justify himself. "But the possibility is too great. You have been in contact with them for so long, don't say you didn't notice anything."

"Hmph." Angrily glanced at the old Harry who was still there, if he hadn't noticed something, he wouldn't be hiding here and whispering now.

Seeing Draco's expression, Harry lowered his head, and finally said the words he wanted to say most tonight, "I'm sorry, Draco. I..." The muffled voice lingered in the air, "I shouldn't have without telling you..."

"fool!"

The vicious tone was matched with a smile that would make even goblins scurrying around in the bushes blush.

This is an expression of forgiveness—— Facing Draco's smiling face, Harry felt that the depression that had been stuck in his chest had disappeared miraculously, and he was no longer cautious when speaking. Draco made a grimace, "It's time to go back, or wait for Filch to catch him!" Without waiting for Draco, he laughed and ran away.

"Damn it, wait for me." Angrily seeing Harry's sneaky figure on the road, Draco shouted in a low voice, "You haven't explained why your spells are so smooth. Woolen cloth!"

Turning his head and sticking out his tongue, Harry laughed wildly. "Don't you understand my hint? I'm a genius!"

"you……"

The bright moonlight shone softly on the two boys who were fighting with each other, leaving only the faint smiles and whispers that were blown away by the night wind.