HP the red-haired savior

"Harry, come here." Before the sorting ceremony started, Hisoka waved to Harry, his smile looked a little weird under the flickering candlelight.

"What's the matter?" Harry didn't understand, but followed him to the corner.

Hisoka felt a sight that could not be ignored while walking, and looked in the direction, and Ginny on the long Slytherin table was looking at him in horror.Hisoka couldn't help laughing.

"Harry~" His voice is very soft, it seems to be lower than a whisper, but the tone of voice has a deceptive and seductive taste, "I did the things in Azkaban~"

"I ruined Azkaban."

"It was I who killed the dementors."

"It's also because of me that those Death Eaters were able to escape from their cage."

For a moment, Harry thought he might be hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would he feel as if he heard that his lovely brother said that he was responsible for the Azkaban incident?The "dark wizard as scary as the mysterious man" that Ron said before, could it be his cute little Xiali?

"Well, actually Lucius also went with me~ Ron's feeling is really accurate~"

"at last……"

"I only tell my brother about these things~ Harry, please don't tell anyone~"

The surrounding voices suddenly became loud and noisy, Harry managed to react, and when he raised his head to look at his younger brother with a complicated heart, he found that Hisoka was no longer in front of him.His lovely younger brother was sitting on the long Slytherin table openly at this moment, talking with Draco Malfoy without any hesitation, the intimacy of whispering and whispering, there was really no concealment .

Suddenly Harry felt sad, and his mind went blank.As a 13-year-old boy, he didn't know what to do in the face of the shocking truth he had just learned.

Xiali, his younger brother... How is it possible, how is it possible!That's Azkaban!The ones locked inside are Death Eaters!It was Voldemort's subordinate, the Voldemort who killed his parents!

If Harry knew that his good brother not only destroyed Azkaban and released the Death Eaters, but also helped the Dark Lord resurrect and restore his soul to integrity, his mood would be even more indescribable.

At the Slytherin table, the atmosphere between Draco and Hisoka was not as intimate as Harry had imagined.

"What are you doing here?" Draco turned his head and saw Hisoka, and couldn't help frowning, his eyes were full of complexity, and there was also a faint fear on his pale noble face—yes, fear.

"Draco is really indifferent~" Hisoka moved closer, without changing the smile on his face, "What's wrong? Aren't we good friends~?"

Hearing Hisoka's words, Draco pursed his lips slightly, showing rejection all over his face.

"Hisso." His voice was so low that only each other could hear him, even Blaise, who was sitting on the other side of him, couldn't hear clearly, "Stop pretending."

Draco was actually not very happy in his heart, after all, he really regarded Hisoka as a friend.In the past 13 years, the only friends he has admitted are Blaise and Hisoka.but……

"Draco, stay away from Hisoka, he is not the same person as you. Moreover, with his strength and character, I am afraid he does not regard you as a friend."

Combined with what his father said to him during the summer vacation, combined with Hisoka's attitude, Draco actually knew very well about the question "Does Hisoka consider him a friend?"

The answer is of course no.Perhaps judging from the other party's dangerous and weird character—what his father said—Hisoka was indeed kinder to him... But, he was only relatively friendly, not a friend.

Draco felt like he was being played on, emotionally.The friendship that Malfoy didn't give so easily was completely fed to the dog at this time-oh, believe him, he didn't mean to say such vulgar words, he just couldn't help it, couldn't help it-

Hisoka, as a man with an indifferent nature and a scumbag, naturally can't feel the feeling of "being deceived and let down" by the young master Malfoy; It is said that they have become so used to it that it is not worth mentioning at all--the fact is exactly the same, the souls of people who have walked out of Meteor Street have long been so dark that they cannot be darkened any more.Because of this, Hisoka couldn't understand Draco's complicated heart at all.

"Draco's words make me so sad~" Draco's rippling and sweet voice, now suddenly became cold, as if it was a sudden heavy rain in a world of ice and snow. People poured a cold all over.

"Father said, you never regarded me as a friend." Draco's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and even he himself didn't know why he said this-whether he wanted to get the expected answer to give up his heart, or hoped that the other party would say it Words of denial so that he can continue to deceive himself? "Tell me, is it true? You really never offered friendship, and thought of me as a friend and companion?"

The expression on Draco's face was serious and serious, but Hisoka laughed.He actually looked pretty when he smiled, and his bright golden eyes were bent into crescent moons, shining brightly.But in Draco's view, such a smile at this time is not beautiful at all.

"My friend..." Hisoka sighed faintly, with a faint nostalgia on his face, but soon, he resumed his usual smile, "I, the magician Hisoka, never need That sort of thing."

The low-pitched voice sounded like a whisper to Draco, but it was no less than a thunderstorm on a sunny day.

He...Although he had expected it and prepared himself psychologically, Draco still felt a kind of heartfelt discomfort when the other party admitted it so tactfully and generously.

"If Lucius said it, it would be better to believe it~" Hisoka stood up, picked up a creme brulee in a small glass jar on the table, and looked at Draco with meaningful eyes, "De Laco is still too naive..."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving the Slytherin table without hesitation.Draco's hands suddenly tightened, his nails left stinging marks on his palms, and his pale lips were bitten hard——

"Draco." There was another person's temperature in his hand, and a familiar voice rang in his ear, "Don't think so much."

"Brace, I really..." Draco closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down his overly intense emotions, "I really wanted to beat him up just now—don't worry How is his strength?"

"What happened?" Blaise just vaguely heard a few sporadic words, and he really didn't know much about the matter between Draco and Hisoka.

"It's like this..." Draco hesitated for a long time, sighed, skimmed the content about the Azkaban incident, and briefly said what happened before, "During the summer vacation, my father had a relationship with Xi and Xiali. After getting in touch with each other, my father told me to stay away from him, saying that he didn't actually regard me as a friend—" He paused and continued. "I was just asking him that."

"..." There is no need to ask what the result is, it can be seen from Draco's reaction.Blaise secretly scolded Hisoka "Get out" in his heart, and began to comfort Draco: "Don't be too low, there is me around, isn't it? I am the exclusive knight of the little prince! Come on, come on." , Little Prince Draco, don't be unhappy, just smile, huh?"

Draco, who was amused by Blaise's rich and exaggerated expressions and words, felt better. Although he was still a little sad, he was comforted anyway. "Brace." Mr. Malfoy said with rare tenderness, "Thank you."

Sitting between Sean and Joshua on the long Gryffindor table, Hisoka glanced at Draco and Blaise and chuckled.

"What is Xiali laughing at?" Sean asked curiously.

"Hey, Sean, do you care if Joshua and I regard you as a friend?" Hisoka narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

"Well, of course I care!" Sean replied immediately without thinking, "If you don't consider me a friend, I will be very sad! Really!" After finishing speaking, he repeated it with an emphatic tone.

Hisoka turned his head and looked at Joshua, and it was no surprise that he saw a similar coldness in those sky-like blue eyes.