if i am not me

The cool night wind brushed against his cheeks, and Harry breathed in the breath that belonged to Hogwarts greedily, because starting tomorrow, they will leave here until the next school year.

The previous banquet was decorated with gold and red as always, and the breathtaking roar of the mighty Gryffindor lion was still echoing in everyone's ears. Over the past few years, everyone has long been accustomed to this same color and decoration.Harry understood that as long as Neville was at Hogwarts, the House Cup was unlikely to become the property of other houses.Just like this year, even though Slytherin College won the Quidditch Cup, it still lost to the Golden Lion by a narrow margin.

It was very peaceful tonight, calm beyond Harry's expectations, but this tranquility made Harry a little dazed.Staring blankly at the blue velvet night sky, Harry recalled everything this year in his mind.

This year has been so smooth, no conspiracy, no risk, no injury!Even the issue of Lupine's identity, which Harry has been worried about, has not been moved, and his werewolf identity has not been exposed, which means that Lupine will continue to serve as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the next school year.Harry knew Hermione was skeptical, but the clever girl had kept her mouth shut, so the calm was bound to continue.

The students are very happy that the handsome and elegant Lupine can continue to serve as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After all, no one wants to adapt to a new professor in the next school year, not to mention that Lupine is so good.Of course, Harry was happy to see this happen, but at the same time, he was also surprised that Voldemort's curse that had been passed down for more than ten years was actually ineffective.Harry didn't bother with this issue, because Lupine's ability to break the curse was beyond Harry's ability, so he was more concerned about what might happen next.

Lupine's continuing to take over as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a certainty. I believe that as long as there are no accidents, there will be no change. This means that it is impossible for Barty Crouch Jr. to pretend to be Mad-Eye Moody and sneak into Huo Gwarz.Therefore, Harry can only know that Voldemort's loyal subordinates have used all means to enter Hogwarts in order to obtain Neville's blood or worse - capture him and sacrifice him to Voldemort, but he cannot know who they will be, what method will be used.

Pulling his hair irritably, Harry let out a heavy breath, constantly recalling those vague memories, hoping to find some useful information.At this time, a hand gently touched his head, and Harry didn't look back, because he knew who it was.

"Is it done?" Eyes still fixed on the lake, Harry casually asked the boy sitting beside him, but he didn't know if it was because of the soft moonlight or something else, he relaxed a little.

"Hmm." Waving his wand and casting an ear-closing spell, Draco sat next to Harry on the grass. Although their purpose was not to talk about love at this time, he didn't want to let anyone and Harry Chances of intimacy—even if they were available to him at any moment.

The hand on Harry's head gently gathered his somewhat messy hair blown by the wind, and Draco turned his head to look at his lover bathed in the moonlight, smiling slightly. "Tell me, what are you worrying about?"

The corners of Harry's mouth turned up slightly when he heard this, and he looked at the full moon on the lake that was shattered into thousands of brilliance by the wind, but expressed his doubts without any scruples.And Draco listened quietly, and finally frowned slightly, "He is really a werewolf..."

It's just that this emotion was quickly concealed by his light cough, and seeing Harry's gaze, Draco said unhurriedly, "That is to say...as you know, Professor Lupine Should someone have been discovered as a werewolf and have to leave Hogwarts by now, so next year we'll have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor impersonated by a Death Eater?"

At some point, the impetuous and depressed emotions in Harry's heart gradually dissipated. Looking at Draco, he nodded. "Well, that Death Eater used the Triwizard Tournament to capture the 'Boy Who Lived'..."

Drake, who was listening to Harry's narration, seemed to be thinking about something, but suddenly his usually lazy and slightly squinted eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Harry in a daze.Startled by his violent reaction, Harry kept his mouth shut for some unknown reason, until he heard Draco's uncontrollable roar.

"You just mentioned the Triwizard Tournament!"

Draco's reaction also made Harry's eyes widen, but only for a moment.The next second, Harry made a "puchi" and fell into Draco's arms laughing loudly.And Draco pouted in a rare childish manner, instead of being ashamed and angry as in the past, he pulled Harry who was trembling in his arms with curiosity, and shouted eagerly, "Stop laughing, Harry, what do you say?" Is it really, really the Triwizard Tournament?"

After waiting for a long time, Harry gasped and said intermittently, "... If our understanding is correct, the Triwizard Tournament you are thinking of should be the Triwizard Tournament I am talking about."

Immediately, Draco pulled Harry's hand excitedly, and was speechless for a long time—you know, this is a top secret of the Ministry of Magic, maybe even his father knows about it...

Fortunately, Draco has always been known for his rationality and calmness. It didn't take long for him to calm down, but thinking about what Harry said just now, his brows furrowed again, "You said, you participated in...?"

"Hmm!" Knowing the meaning of Drake's words, Harry just avoided the important ones, but Drake didn't seem to intend to end the topic just like that.

"But you were only 14 years old at that time! Harry, even if I don't understand it, I know how high the death rate is in that game, otherwise it would be impossible to hold it so many times intermittently in the past few centuries... Damn it! You couldn't be eligible to participate at that age, even if you were the 'Boy Who Lived' at that time...!" To the point, Draco held Harry tightly so that he had to look at His own eyes, his tone was quite a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Looking at the way Draco looked at him, Harry felt a sweetness in his heart, and said in a calm tone, "So it was just a conspiracy, a conspiracy set up by Voldemort to resurrect him." Cheek, Harry found himself loving the touch. "But even though he was resurrected later, I escaped unexpectedly."

The brows frowned even tighter, "Harry...tell me clearly."

Raising the corner of his mouth, Harry found that he couldn't refuse Drake's question, so even though he couldn't remember many details, he still tried his best to tell Drake, the story about Harry Potter.

The chaos in the World Cup and the appearance of Voldemort's mark, when the school started, it was learned that the Triwizard Tournament was about to be hosted at Hogwarts, the arrival of the fake Mad-Eye Moody, his name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, after that, the dragon fight, Rescue at the bottom of the lake, the maze... being transported to Riddle Manor by the Goblet of Fire, Cedric's death, Voldemort's resurrection, that thrilling contest... escape...

Suddenly, Harry found that those memories he thought he had forgotten were still so clearly in his mind—it turned out that there were some things that he had never forgotten... But at this moment, he knew better that someone could share this Memory is such a lucky thing, it is only because of Draco that he can only feel relaxed after speaking, instead of the usual oppression that he would feel just by remembering.

From the time Harry started to tell the story, Draco couldn't laugh anymore. He just hugged Harry gently, and quietly listened to Harry's youthful voice telling the legendary story. Very distressed.How did Harry, who was only fourteen years old, support all this with his immature shoulders?He knew Harry couldn't tell, so, likewise, he couldn't ask.All he has to do is to listen quietly at this moment, that's all.

"In the end, Barty Crouch Jr. was sent to Azkaban, and the real Moody was discovered. The old man was actually kept locked in his magic box, haha..."

Harry's tone sounded so relaxed that Draco had to adjust his mood to bring a smile back to his face.Looking at Harry with a relaxed face, Drake was sure that if he hadn't said it himself, no one would have thought that the boy in front of him was the "protagonist" in the story.

"Wait." Suddenly, Draco narrowed his blue eyes. "I suddenly want to know something."

"What?" Harry was still smiling, although he already felt the faint pressure from Draco.

"You seemed to hate me at the time..."

"Because what you showed at that time really made me hate it, but you also hated me, so we're even." Thinking of Draco who was still turned into a ferret by the fake Moody at that time, Harry's smile deepened.

"I was... no, it wasn't me, was that Draco hated, and why did he hate Harry Potter?"

Tilting his head, Harry looked at the boy beside him. In fact, until now he didn't understand why Draco hated Harry Potter so much and opposed him everywhere.But at that time, Harry Potter didn't seem to be very likable, at least now he doesn't like that impulsive "savior" who can only be manipulated by others.After a while, he said quietly, "Maybe... it's because they are all too good and strong."

Looking at Harry thoughtfully, Draco parted his lips. "Then why were you so enthusiastic about me at that time?" Draco's words were full of ridicule when referring to Harry's unusual attitude when they first met.As for Harry, he remembered the platinum-blond hair he saw before his consciousness dissipated. He smiled faintly, coughed dryly, and began to change the subject.

"All in all, the current history is completely different from what I know. Since Mad-Eye Moody will not come to Hogwarts next semester, I don't know how they will approach Neville this time."

"Is that what you're worried about?" Raising his eyebrows, Draco could only laughably cooperate with Harry's evasion, but he didn't think it was a big problem for Harry's troubles, the big deal... The soldiers came to stop him The water comes to cover the soil.Rolling his eyes, Harry also knew that he was overreacting. After all, he already knew that everything was different, and it was just that he would occasionally resist it.In any case, it is the history that I have experienced...

"Okay, okay, are you afraid that something will happen to Neville if we secretly help?" Draco said while holding Harry tightly tightly, reluctantly. "I have to go back tomorrow, Harry, would you like to come to my house for the holiday?"

"Why..." As soon as he turned his head, Harry was disturbed by Draco's sudden kiss, and the questions he hadn't had time to finish were also sealed in his throat.Feeling the strong sucking from his lips, Harry slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and opened his lips to give his lover the warmest response.

After caressing for a long time, Draco reluctantly left Harry's softness that he missed so much. Looking at Harry, who was panting in his arms, he said with a little breathlessness, "... Let's go to the World Cup together."

"No." What Draco didn't expect was that Harry's answer was so straightforward, but it was not the answer he wanted.

Tightening the strength in his hands, Draco asked dissatisfied. "Why?"

"I promised Mary to take her with me." He said his reason lightly, and Harry couldn't help but smile when he saw Draco hang his head down in frustration.

"Then why don't you bring Mary to my house..." After finishing speaking, Draco looked at Harry with a pair of blue eyes, and Harry believed that if ordinary people were begged by such eyes, they would agree without hesitation. whatever he asks for.But now Draco is facing Harry, so...

"Mary won't be willing, and Willy and the others will kill me!" Thinking of the big and small piles at home, Harry immediately shook his head. If Mary wasn't there, Harry believed that they would really break up the family God.

"It's a big deal to bring them with me, my family can live there!" Drake continued to offer bad ideas, but Harry rolled his eyes fiercely.

"I don't know what will happen in this World Cup, I dare not take risks!"

Knowing that what Harry said was true and could no longer be true, Draco could only say sullenly, "Then what should I do...is there any other way?"

Glancing at him lightly, Harry thought for a while, but finally couldn't bear it, "Then, let's see then."