if i am not me

His gaze touched the source of the yellowish light on the desk, and Snape quietly listened to the sound of the door closing, the temperature in his dark eyes gradually cooling down.

Although the Triwizard Tournament uses various regulations to restrain the professors to help the warriors, those regulations are just a piece of paper, and how many people really abide by them?Maybe, Dumbledore and McGonagall will, but believe me, it will definitely not be him.

Thinking of what he saw behind Hagrid, Snape couldn't help but sneer.The three adult dragons - the Ministry of Magic, really paid for it.

Thinking back to the child's expression when he heard the content of the first item, Snape's eyes flashed admiration.Calm and introverted, he can also feel the confidence in his expression. Although there is no lack of fear, it is enough to make him proud of it as a teacher.

Draco Malfoy is worthy of being Lucius' son and an excellent heir of the Malfoy family.It's just that people like this appear in this sensitive period, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

For a moment, Snape immediately thought of the boy who was always inseparable from Malfoy, and his pair of green eyes.Of these two children, one is his best and proudest student, and the other...

Sighing deeply, he stood up and walked to the next bedroom, maybe tonight, he needs some sleep medicine.

Draco closed the door of Snape's room softly, and every word the professor had said before was still echoing in his mind.

Giant dragon, I didn't expect that the schedule of the Triwizard Tournament has not changed because of the slight difference in history-their first event is still to challenge the giant dragon.

This realization made Draco feel slightly encouraged, and the uneasiness deep in his heart was also reduced.Since the first item is the same as what Harry said, the goal of challenging the dragon should still be the golden egg. This means that his recent targeted training will not become useless, and it also means that he does not need to waste any more time. Make a new plan.

The corners of his mouth curled up, Draco couldn't wait to tell Harry the news.He understood Harry's worries and anxieties, so if history played out the way they knew it would, at least Harry, and he, would be able to keep those they wanted to protect.

Tuesday is fast approaching, and early in the morning, the campus is full of tension.All the students had only half a day of class on this day, because in the afternoon, the first project of the Triwizard Tournament started.

Excited people were discussing the afternoon game enthusiastically all the time. Even if they didn't know what the Warriors were about to face, it didn't affect their enthusiasm at all.This nearly out-of-control situation caused the professors to beat the table frequently to maintain discipline, but with little effect.

In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick faced such a dilemma. There were very few people attending the class, and most of the students were speaking their own words.

Hermione looked impatiently at Seamus and Ron who were beaming beside her, her brows were frowned like when she saw Krum again in the library—whenever Krum appeared in the library, it meant a lot of trouble. Soon there would be a bunch of chattering girls filling it up, and she and Neville would have to go back to the common room.

A few minutes later, Hermione, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, inserted the quill in her hand into the ink bottle on the table, stared fiercely, and was guessing that the first project was to let the warriors and a MANTICORE Beast) dueling Ron. "Ron, it's class time."

Ron, who was talking excitedly, heard Hermione's words, and he was stunned for a long time before he understood what she meant. With a cracked smile, he nonchalantly signaled Hermione to look at the noisy crowd around him, and said in a low voice, "Everyone is saying, it's okay."

"But Professor Flitwick has seen you many times!" As if knowing what he was thinking, Hermione said calmly, and sure enough, Ron noticed that Professor Flitwick looked in their direction again Look, a pair of small eyes are opening wide.Coughing in disguise, Ron immediately turned over "The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 4)" ("Standard Book of Spells, Grade [-]") that had been put aside since the beginning of class, and began to sketch on it pretendingly.Seeing this, Simo turned his head back with interest, and secretly abducted Dean who was talking to a girl beside him.

Gently breathing a sigh of relief, Hermione felt that the buzzing around her was finally a little quieter. Although the whole classroom was not much quieter because of this, at least she could hear what Professor Flitwick was saying clearly now.

Due to the relationship between Professor Flitwick's gaze and Hermione, Ron, who didn't dare to speak anymore, could only sit on the seat and play with the quill pen in boredom.He wasn't Hermione, and it was almost impossible to fill his head with anything unrelated to the Triwizard Tournament on a day like this.So at this time, he could only drip his eyeballs, and from time to time, he would meet the erratic gaze of Neville, who was as bored as him, and wink behind Hermione.It's just that although his eyes wandered, they would naturally fall back on Hermione in the end.

Hermione was listening to the class seriously, as if the noisy voices in the classroom didn't exist, and the slender quill in her hand was also quickly recording what Professor Flitwick said in the notes, clean and neat.

How did she do it?Ron stared blankly at Hermione's quill and began to daze, which was the only thing he could think about right now besides what Draco and Harry were doing.And amidst such wild thoughts, Professor Flitwick dismissed get out of class early, it seems that the professor finally endured to the limit.

After packing their schoolbags for themselves and Hermione as quickly as possible, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, who had been waiting by the side, rushed to the restaurant because they knew that Draco and Harry would definitely eat there during this time. Lunch.

Ron and the others guessed right, Harry and the others were staying in the dining room at this time, not for anything else, just because Harry thought Drake should eat something, even though Drake had no appetite now.

Pricking the bacon on the plate with a fork, Draco swallowed dryly, but still couldn't arouse his appetite. "Harry..."

"No, Draco! You have to finish them." Knowing what Draco wanted to say, Harry interrupted him without hesitation. "This way you will have enough physical strength to deal with those big guys."

Hearing this, Draco glanced at his mouth helplessly, God knows he just wants to stay quietly with Harry now.But Draco also knew that he couldn't compete with Harry in this matter, so he could only accept his fate and continue to stuff those bacon, which was tasteless to him, into his mouth.

At this moment, Ron and the others ran into the dining room, and when they saw the two sitting at the Slytherin table, they showed a look of "it's true".

"I guessed that you would be here!" Ron quickly walked up to them, and put his hand on Draco's shoulder with a "snap", which made his hand tremble, and shook the bacon on the fork back on the plate.

Coughing dryly, Ron pretended not to see Draco's gaze drifting over, and looked at Harry intently, putting on a very innocent look.And Harry was a little surprised by their appearance, after all, Gryffindor should still be in class now.

"Professor Flitwick dismissed class early." Understanding the doubt in Harry's eyes, Hermione said lightly, put down the schoolbag in her hand, sat down beside Draco naturally, took a plate and began to choose her favorite food—— I'm sure no one would mind them sitting at the Slytherin table today.

Nodding clearly, Harry could imagine how bad the discipline in the classroom would be today, after all, Slytherin House is the most typical example.

Neville also sat down, but although a morning class was enough to make him hungry, he was more concerned about Draco's state now.After sitting down, he looked at Drake cautiously, and asked quite cautiously, "Drake, how do you feel now?"

This made Draco put down his fork, and after wiping his mouth with a tissue, he said slowly, "I'm very nervous."

Ron and Neville were silent, and even Hermione raised her brows and looked at the laid-back Draco. After all, they really couldn't sense the emotion he said from him.After a while, Ron asked hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

Following Ron's example, Harry put his hands on Drake's shoulders, and smiled, "I'm sure, he's too nervous to eat." After finishing speaking, he went straight to pick up the fork he put down just now , poked a piece of cheese and brought it to Draco's mouth, and he didn't take the fork away until Draco reluctantly ate it.

After hearing Harry's words, the other three people once again focused their attention on Draco's face—the expression of nonchalant, calm look, just looking at the surface, who could tell that this kid was nervous!

At this time, get out of class was over, and students came to the restaurant one after another, and the originally quiet atmosphere became noisy.Seeing this, Harry hastened to urge Drake to eat more, because the Warriors needed to enter the arena early.

Sure enough, before Draco finished his plate full of food that Harry had served him, Snape's cold voice rang in their ears.

"Malfoy, come with me now." After saying this to Draco without looking sideways, Snape didn't look at the reactions of the people around him at all, and walked straight to the gate, the fluttering robe blocked all curiosity Sight.And Draco, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly stood up and followed him. Behind him, the voices of Harry and the others were still clear and distinct.

"Draco, you can do it."

"come on!"

Snape didn't go fast, so Draco dared to go up soon.Sensing that Draco had come behind him, Snape said lightly, "Now you are going to prepare for the first project."

Walking through the foyer, the lawn, and down the steps, Draco followed Snape to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a high fence was now surrounded, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Snape did not lead him into the wall, but walked along the bushes that covered the wall for a while, and finally stopped in front of a tent.

"Warriors enter here." Snape looked at Draco who was slightly nervous, and finally patted him on the shoulder, and said in a slightly encouraging tone. "Mr. Bagman will explain the procedure for you, and you just need to keep a cool head during the game, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" Draco immediately replied stiffly, after all, it was the first time he had seen such a Snape.And Zha felt that his voice was a bit out of tune, he was busy taking a few deep breaths, "Then... I'm going in."

"Well...good luck."