if i am not me

On the tallest tower of Hogwarts, the atmosphere in the principal's office seemed a little depressing.The room was very quiet, except for the slight noises from various silver products from time to time, even the noisy portraits were silent, just silently looking at the people in the room, occasionally gesturing with their mouths Whisper with others.

Dumbledore was wearing a blue robe full of stars today, and a bow of the same color was tied on his long silver beard, which made him look less like a respectable headmaster, and more like a Crazy old man next door.But at this time, he lowered his head, and his usually wise eyes were hidden behind the pair of half-moon glasses, so that the other two people in the room couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Dumbledore," finally, Minerva McGonagall broke the silence of the room, and looked worriedly at the silver-haired old man who was sitting behind the long table, "These days the topics of the students have revolved around the triwizard struggle Sai..."

"Minerva, this is normal. The children are looking forward to it, just like many people are looking forward to the Quidditch World Cup." Gently interrupting Magna's hoarse words, Dumbledore's kind voice was faint The sound of the sound magically made people feel a sense of peace in the bottom of their hearts.

Knowing that his emotions were a bit too pessimistic, McGonagall still expressed his worries, "But Dumbledore, he is very interested, and almost all his friends want to participate. Participating in the Triwizard Tournament at this time... If he's unlucky enough to be drafted, he's risking his life."

Hearing this, the black-haired man sitting on the sofa next to her nodded in agreement, frowned and said in disgust, "Those brats only make trouble."

Lifting the cold honey tea on the table, Dumbledore didn't intend to drink it.His eyes fell on the Phoenix Fox who was perched on the delicate wisteria wooden bird stand next to him. The Phoenix seemed to sense the master's emotions, rolled his eyes slowly, and uttered a melodious cry, which dispersed the faint atmosphere in the room. depression.

"Barty Crouch sticks to tradition, and now the Ministry of Magic of all countries has unanimously agreed to his resolution... Minerva, you know what this means." There seemed to be a little more fatigue in Dumbledore's tone, which was full of The furrows on the wrinkled face deepened with a sudden frown, making one suddenly realize that the always energetic headmaster is actually over 100 years old.

"I know that although we should uphold the tradition,...it's different now than it was more than 100 years ago," Mag said with a hint of anger in her tone at this time, she frowned and clenched her fists tightly. "They are only 14 years old. If they are really selected, those projects may kill them. This is not just a question of which child."

As if he didn't feel Mag's anger, Dumbledore quietly stared at the silverware that kept turning on the table, and after a long time he sighed deeply, "...don't worry, the Goblet of Fire will choose it whoever you think is the most suitable.”

Caressing the gold rim of the teacup, Dumbledore's calm tone reassured the lady who always put the children's safety first.

Pursing his dry lips, Mag also understood that there was no room for turning around this matter, but he still asked persistently, "But what about that kid? His potential is very likely to make him better than the seniors in the academy." To be a Hogwarts champion, and, you know, he's been training secretly since last year."

"Yes, I know, Minerva, we have to be thankful that the kid worked hard, otherwise we wouldn't have seen him this semester." Thinking of the premeditated attack during the holiday, Dumbledore's eyelashes drooped even lower , "But there are many outstanding children in the academy, so it may not necessarily be him."

"But there are always accidents in everything, we can't wait for the accident to happen before making up for it, can't we?" Mag's voice was slightly raised.

However, Dumbledore still said slowly and calmly in that soothing tone, "Calm down, Minerva. Trust me." After speaking, he put the teacup in his hand on a teacup that was constantly turning on the table. In front of the silverware, the blue eyes looked straight at Mag.

Seeing the old man's eyes for the first time today, McGonagall seemed to be relieved. After nodding trustingly, she saw the old man's eyes turn to the man sitting next to her with an expressionless face.

"Sev." Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be deciding something. Dumbledore's eyes were unusually firm at this time, "You can contact Sirius, we need him to send someone to protect him in secret. problem occurs."

Hearing this, Snape raised his eyebrows, but he didn't look too surprised, he just gave a faint "hmm".He knew that it was the result of tonight's discussion, and that person... Maybe he had already expected and arranged the candidate.

Hogwarts at night will occasionally reveal her gentle and euphemistic side in the silence. The faint moonlight fills the entire castle and the forest and lake next to it, making people intoxicated by the moonlight.However, in the last bush beside the Forbidden Forest, the two embracing figures had no time to pay attention to such a beautiful scenery.

Draco hugged Harry tightly at this moment, which made him feel the trembling of the boy in his arms, and also understood his violent emotions and feelings at this moment.

In fact, they had already imagined all kinds of scenarios, but they never expected that he and he would be so overwhelmed when they actually faced each other.

Tonight they slipped out of the castle as usual, but their destination was not the huge and complicated underground chamber of Salazar Slytherin at Hogwarts.Their target tonight is the A-level secret laboratory of an appraisal agency.

Everything went smoothly and didn't take much of their time.If they were not afraid of making too much noise and attracting the attention of the Ministry of Magic at this sensitive moment, they might have been faster.But they had to linger a few minutes longer in order to destroy what might be evidence or clues.After getting the certificate, they calmly disappeared into the room that seemed unchanged but was actually useless.

However, Harry's calmness only lasted until the moment before he saw the answer. When he saw the certain seal on the list, the boy who had always been as calm as a mountain couldn't hold it anymore.

Harry, it was really Harry Potter—the person they thought had something to do with them, but who actually had nothing to do with them.That... should have died a long time ago, myself...

Draco never knew Harry could have such great strength. He felt his clothes being held tightly by Harry. It was so tight that it was difficult for him to breathe, but his confused mind couldn't care less about it.Because he knew that Harry was very happy, confused, sad, and sad at this moment...

"You can go home." Draco didn't know what he could say, so he just said it lightly according to the original wish in his mind.Because he knows how much Harry loves his parents, just like he loves his own parents, what's more, what Harry found back was the dear one who had lost once in his previous life.

However, Harry didn't respond, making Draco's deep eyes dare not leave the person in his arms for a moment, as if the boy in his arms would suddenly disappear.It took a long time before Draco felt the boy lying in his arms move, and heard the voice as light as a mosquito, "No."

Of course Harry longed for that 'home'.Although he used to think that it was enough to have Mary's family, Draco's love, and Ron and Hermione's friendship, but when he saw the identification conclusion on that piece of thin paper, he felt a surge of emotion from the bottom of his heart. The deep longing that came out still rushed into his almost blank brain irresistibly.Just because there are relatives he has longed for for two lifetimes.

However, when his sanity came back again, Harry could only say the answer tremblingly, "No."

He didn't know whether he was explaining to Drake or persuading himself, he just kept saying to himself, to Drake, over and over again, "Harry Potter is dead..."

"You are Harry Potter!" Hearing those words that were like a spell, Draco finally couldn't stand the depression and sadness in Harry's eyes when he said those words, and almost roared out. That sentence he had long wanted to say. "You, Harry Potter, no one can change the fact, Harry!"

Draco really didn't expect that his proposal would cause Harry so much pain.He wanted to prove this conjecture not to deepen Harry's grief, but to hope that his beloved could be happy at the knees of his parents like himself, so that his lover would no longer have to hide secretly in a corner, humble prying eyes Watching every move of his relatives.

Harry's mind was greatly shaken by Drake's words, but he still shook his head firmly, "No...I can't."

"you can!"

Under the moonlight, Draco's face was a bit hazy, but Harry could still clearly see the pity and reluctance in those blue eyes, which let his chest that seemed to be pressed by countless boulders penetrate into his chest. A breath of cool air.In an instant, as if possessed, Harry did not hesitate to cover Draco's parted lips that were still about to say something.

Just like the soft and moist lips in his memory, Harry couldn't help but gently licked his slightly thin lower lip at the soft touch, which was a taste he was already familiar with.Along the gap opened by Draco to speak, Harry stuck his tongue into his mouth without hesitation, quickly found the wetness, and entangled it with his own.

What Drake wanted to say was blocked by Harry, and the pleasure caused by the entwined tongues of the two made him put aside what he wanted to say before, and concentrate on feeling Harry's presumptuous words. emotion.

Receiving Draco's response, Harry intensified the offensive in his mouth, and his tongue was not only satisfied with mutual entanglement, but started to plunder everywhere.The air was gradually withdrawn from the lungs, and there was a slight prickling pain, but the two were reluctant to let go of each other who was already panting. At this moment, they just wanted to feel each other well.

After an unknown amount of time, when they finally parted, both of their faces were already stained with drunkenness, but for a long time they were unwilling to lose sight of their glued eyes.Until Harry's slightly hoarse voice broke the ambiguity of the silence and pulled back their reasoning.

"My... Harry Potter's body was picked up by my grandfather in the trash. It's not in the cemetery I thought..."

Harry's voice was so soft, so faint that Draco could barely hear it.However, Draco seemed to be able to feel Harry's emotions spreading to himself along the skin they touched, heartache, pain, and sadness.

Putting his arm around Draco's chest, Harry put his head on Draco's shoulder while hugging Draco tightly.

"Draco, Harry Potter's death is not that simple...we still need to find the answer..."