When the savior is no longer the savior

care about him...'

Yes, of course, Ravens likes him, Ravens cares about him, it's not that he doesn't know, he just... hates him for no reason, and he doesn't intend to wrong himself to accept a hated person-why should others like him? Must like others?He has no shortage of friends!What's more, inexplicably, it almost surpasses the tolerance of friendship...

"El? Eil!" Ron called. "What's the matter with you?"

Yi Er opened his mouth: "I'm fine, I'm just...a little tired."

"Uh... are you going to rest?" Ron asked, before adding, "What the hell happened to you and Malfoy during flying lessons?"

Speaking of Malfoy, Il didn't have so many complicated emotions—in fact, he didn't have so many complicated emotions towards Harry before just now—he was a little disgusted: "Malfoy and I competed in flying skills, In the end, he couldn't fly and tried to hit me, so I threw a curse at him."

Ron's mouth opened wide, and the freckles on his face darkened at the same time, almost as much as his red hair: "My God, Malfoy can't fly you? You threw a jinx at him? You're so - great Brother!" He said excitedly, "Oh my God, I have long disliked Malfoy, that domineering guy, every day he would only say 'my dad is like this', 'my dad is like that'," he posed Faced with Malfoy's arrogance, he immediately spurned deeply, "Why doesn't he become his father!"

There was a slight sneer from the common room.

Both Ron and Il ignored it.Ear put his hands in his pockets and laughed, "I think you forgot about my dad - James was the best Quidditch player in school!"

"Of course, I remember seeing a picture in the library last time!" said Ron, "but then again, what about this time? I don't think Malfoy will let it go."

"Of course he won't." As Il said, he inevitably remembered the conversation he had heard, and his face became ugly. "Of course he won't, but I'm not afraid of him, anyway, he started it first."

"I'll be on your side, El!" said Ron. "If Malfoy and Ravens try to play tricks, we won't let them!"

El had no doubt that Malfoy would be bad, but...

"... Ravens?"

"Come on, don't you always hate him?" Ron shrugged. "Not to mention going to save a domineering guy like Malfoy, they must have walked together!"

"I..." Yi Er suddenly didn't know what to say.

"El?" Ron looked at him suspiciously.

"I...I think," he said uncertainly, "yes...yes." He repeated twice, "they've come together..."

"I said you are enough!" In the common room, an angry female voice suddenly sounded.

Ron and Il turned their heads following the voice in surprise, and saw a girl who was the same age as them, with thick brown hair and a pair of front teeth, standing up and clapping her hands on the book: "Are you going to let me Have people learn? Talking loudly all night about useless things!"

"Hermione Granger?" Ron immediately recognized the little witch who was very active in class, and he said angrily, "What do we say to you?"

"But there are so many people here studying! Can't you just keep your voice down or go out?" Hermione yelled.

"Oh come on, you're the only one who thinks we're making a fuss," Ron said annoyed.

"I'm alone?" Hermione said emphatically, "Don't you think that everyone doesn't need to study like you?"

"What did you say?" Ron's face changed to the color of his hair, "We're talking about evil Slytherins! Do you think what's going on with El is less important than an hour's study? El-"

"Okay, Ron!" Il interrupted Ron, he calmly stopped Ron from saying harsh things to a girl in an angry situation, "We can go out or go back to the dormitory, that's fine."

"Why us?" Ron was obviously a little annoyed.

"Come on, there is no difference." Il persuaded.

But Hermione snorted heavily and didn't appreciate it: "Oh, evil Slytherin? I don't think so! You just said that Malfoy and Ravens will be bad? Malfoy is annoying, but Raven What have you done? Weasley, Potter, since the beginning of school, I have only seen two arrogant Gryffindors rejecting other people's friendship for no reason, and they are proud of it, you are disgusting !"

After finishing speaking, the little brunette witch flicked her hair, packed her things proudly and returned to the dormitory.

Ron looked at the back of the other party in disbelief: "Il, you saw it, how could there be such a lunatic! He actually spoke for Slytherin!"

Yi Er wanted to agree, but the words lingered in his throat, and he couldn't speak out for some reason.In the end, the black-haired boy avoided the topic with complicated emotions, and only said discouragedly: "Let's go back and rest first, Ron, I feel tired."

On this side, the conversation in the Gryffindor lounge is over, but the conversation in the medical wing on the other side is not.

In fact, the conversation in the hospital wing had just begun - Draco had been sulking all the time before that.

Noticing the pale face of the platinum dragon lying on the bed, Harry, who had been sitting beside him, said after deliberating, "Malfoy, I'm not..." Seeing the mockery in the other party's eyes, he compromised, "Yes, okay, I admit, I care about Il, and I don't want anything to happen to him."

"In that case," Draco said dryly, "what are you still doing here?"

Harry was silent for a while, and then he suddenly said, "Malfoy, what happened in the flying lesson isn't all Il's fault, is it?"

Draco's pale face turned red all of a sudden: "We can wait and see, Ravens!" He sneered, "Oh, let me think about it, what charges should I suggest my father? Premeditated murder of a classmate, or Trying to persecute a Malfoy? Let me remind you, Ravens, my dad is a Hogwarts trustee, and it's not a big deal to have a student expelled..."

"Malfoy, do you only say your dad?" Harry finally sulked.

"I only talk about my dad?" Draco said strangely. "Do you mean Potter and I can figure things out on our own? Ravens, I never knew you were so—naive," he sneered , "Oh, don't you still want to say that you won't meddle in our affairs, even if you like him, care about him, you can't live without him—"

"Actually I won't!" Harry raged, and then quickly controlled his temper. "Malfoy, if... no, I won't anyway, if that's what you want to ask."

"No? It's really suspicious. Our Muggleborn, the shame of Slytherin, finally realized that the other party doesn't welcome me?" Draco said slowly, "It's a pity that you kept saying that you cared He, you like him."

"He doesn't like me, Malfoy," said Harry, frowning. "He doesn't like me."

Draco said almost without thinking, "What difference does it make to you?" He wanted to mock, but when he saw the expression on the green-eyed boy sitting beside his bed, he suddenly stopped talking.

—for the overflowing sorrow and pain.

"Do you think there is no difference, Malfoy?" Harry said softly, and he was silent for a moment, "Unfortunately, I think there is a big difference... It's not funny that people you care about ignore you, and people you like hate you, Malfoy blessing."

"Really?" Malfoy's voice was stiff.

Harry was in no mood to discern too much: "Malfoy, I'm sorry about Potter, I'm not in a position to say anything... I just want to do something while I can."

"It's a pity that Potter won't appreciate it even if he knows." Malfoy smiled.

"It doesn't matter." Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "I should have known the result earlier, I just..." He paused, his eyes darkened, "It will take some time, just like integrating into Slytherin."

"So," he stood up, "about Potter, I'm really sorry. I'm going out first, so you get some rest, Malfoy."

With that said, Harry pushed the chair away, walked out of the hospital wing, and closed the door gently.

Time flows quietly, the scorching sun sets and the bright moon rises into the sky. Unknowingly, the frosty moonlight sprinkles the floor of the medical wing.

In the silence, Draco was leaning on the bed alone, his lips were tightly pressed, his eyes full of anger.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't have the chance to say the sentence he wanted to say.

—You can call me Draco.

Harry.

It's just dinner time.

After Harry left the medical wing, he didn't choose to go to the dining room, but went back to his dormitory first.

The bedroom in the corner of the cellar was empty - of course - Harry pushed the door open, shivered from the cold air that hit him, waved his wand and lit the fireplace before closing the door behind him.

Then, Harry put down his wand and took off the black robes on his robes.

In just an instant, the smell of blood permeated the cold air.

Harry frowned, and looked sideways at the injury on his left hand—the shirt was torn, and half of the sleeve was stained red with blood, and now it was congealed into dark red, crinkled and stuck to the wound.

The wound that can stop bleeding under simple healing magic should not be particularly serious... Thinking of this, Harry picked up his wand and cast a precise "split" on the injured arm.

The blood-stained sleeve flew away, and at the same time pulled the muscles, making the wound that had already healed ooze blood again.

Harry hissed in pain, but he also breathed a sigh of relief—although the wound exposed to the air stretched straight from the shoulder to the wrist, it was jagged and crooked, and it was unknown what had scratched it. But luckily it wasn't that deep, it could be said that it was just a little bit of flesh.

"No wonder it can be healed by my unreliable healing magic..." Harry muttered, looking at his arm, he was still a little uneasy, and threw two more healing magics on it. Of course, the effect was lacklustre.

"That's it for now." Harry said to himself, wondering if he should make a potion for himself in two days, but the potion ingredients were only available from Professor Snape...

Harry decisively dismissed his thoughts.

—for him, the days of plotting with Hermione and Ron that Snape would steal potion ingredients from his office, in every sense of the word, were long gone.

Then, we can only...

"Wait until the end of this semester?" Harry murmured, "Merlin, it's already that time, do we still need to deal with this little wound?"

And the key problem is not here—the point is that if he doesn’t want to get any bad news from Madam Pomfrey’s physical examination due to an accidental injury, he has to work hard to make himself healthy, healthy and safe. After seven years at Hogwarts...

For this goal, Harry, the former medical wing regular, the savior, the false Ravens, and the real Burt suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Inexplicably, he experienced the feeling of "you have to use countless lies to tell a lie", he opened the closet with a tangled expression, changed a piece of clothes, put on the robe he just took off, opened the door, and planned to go to the kitchen to find He ordered something to eat, but as soon as he walked out, he saw a gloomy owl flapping its wings and flying over from the corridor, stopping in front of him and staring at him.

A gloomy owl?

With reservations, Harry cautiously reached out and unwrapped the note from the owl's leg.

Mr Ravens:

At eight o'clock tonight, your labor service will start in my office, and the content is to brew potions.

SS

eight o'clock?

Harry swallowed, and waved his wand to cast the "time manifestation" magic.

A line of green characters appeared smoothly in midair.

19: 53: 15

It's three minutes to eight.

And it takes at least 5 minutes from here to the potion office...

"Merlin..." After standing there for half a minute, the blue-eyed savior finally moaned.

Snape's confinement

At eight o'clock in the evening, Harry hurriedly walked through most of the Slytherin resting areas, and arrived at the door of Snape's office on time.

He stayed in the corridor for a while, straightened his clothes, took a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart, and after making sure that he was no longer in a panic, he knocked on the door carefully.

The office door slid open and Harry walked in, only to find it was empty.

Is it inside?Harry looked towards the lounge connected to the office, and said, "Professor Snape?"

And no one answered.

not there?Harry looked around and saw a note pressed on the large parchment-strewn desk that belonged to Snape.

Harry went to pick it up and looked at it:

Mr Ravens:

From eight o'clock to ten o'clock, the confinement content is in the notes on page 53 of the textbook.

Ps: don't let me find out that you try to destroy anything in my office.

SS

Seeing that Ps, Harry first smiled, and then felt guilty for no reason - as if he had indeed tried to damage... a lot of things in Professor Snape's office.He also misunderstood the owner of this office from beginning to end...

"Oh, well," the blue-eyed boy muttered, "that was all in the past..." Before Snape didn't know.

So rare, thinking about the past, Harry was in a good mood. He searched on the table, opened the textbook belonging to Snape, and looked for the potion on page 53.

This is an old textbook with curled corners and yellowing paper. It is the same as the Half-Blood Prince textbook he got back then. The things in the textbook have nothing to do with it. It is obvious that the inspiration that came out of nowhere was written down by the master.

Harry rubbed the textbook with his fingertips nostalgicly, and then looked at the name of the potion on page 53.

"Blood tonic potion?" he muttered, looking at the scribbled words in the margin of the textbook - if I'm not mistaken, Professor Snape's notes should be referring to his notes - and found that...

"Trauma potion?..."

Harry was a little surprised: "The contents of the fourth grade?" It's understandable for him to make it, Professor Snape's attitude towards him is not good, and the previous things... It's hard for him to understand, but...

"Shouldn't it be necessary to write it in the margin of the textbook?" Harry was rather at a loss, because he didn't think a fourth-year potion would help or trouble Snape at all.And looking at the densely packed handwriting and the tricks and tricks for dealing with potions, he almost feels like holding Snape's school textbooks in his hands... But these things should not be special to Snape now. Does it make sense to write it down?

No, maybe... Snape had taught other students and written these things for other students?Harry guessed, seeing that it was getting late, he didn't bother too much. After carefully placing the book next to Snape's prepared cauldron, he began to select materials from the shelf to brew the potion.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong again.

"Add the newt's eyes, then stir, clockwise three times, counterclockwise twice, and then the brew is successful..." Harry waved his wand in surprise to display the time.

20:35, no mistake, it only took half an hour, and the conventional trauma medicine, if he remembers correctly, takes 45 minutes to an hour - well, he was wrong, the medicine that saved nearly half the time It is indeed qualified to be recorded by Professor Snape.

Thinking of this, Harry started to bottle the brewed potion, during which he touched the wound on his left hand, and there was another burst of pain.Then Harry suddenly discovered that the potion he was brewing now seemed to be...

"Can it just be used on wounds?..." Harry murmured, looking at his left arm and at the crystal bottle in his hand, his heart skipped a beat for a moment.

Missing some ingredients or pretending to fail to brew a bottle, Professor Snape shouldn't mind, right?The blue-eyed savior held the crystal bottle and thought with a guilty conscience.

Cough cough, this is a reasonable loss...

At 10:30 in the evening, Snape returned to his office in the cellar from the staff lounge with a sullen face.

Waving the wand, the door opened, and there was no one inside.

Snape's face paled slightly.He walked to the crucible, and found that the surrounding area of ​​the crucible had been cleaned up, his books were well placed aside, and his face looked better again.

Then, in a blink of an eye, he saw the crystal bottle on the table.

one two three four.

Four bottles of potions were neatly placed on his desk, shining under the light, as if they were laughing at him with their mouths open.Snape's face became gloomy again. He stared at the potions for a while, then turned around suddenly, and strode towards the cabinet where he kept the potion ingredients.

The eyes of the salamander, the heart of the dart frog, the root of the dried nettle... Very good, the missing amount is all in the four bottles of wound medicine that were brewed, and not even a little bit wasted, maybe he should praise The opponent's surprising potion level?

——Or first praise the other party's "amazing" IQ level!

Snape twisted the corners of his lips fiercely:

"Fuck, idiot, idiot, idiot whose brains have been eaten away by potions—"

——From five years ago to now, he hasn't made any progress.

Snape finally recognized the reality with dismay.

At the same time, Harry, who had returned to his dormitory from Snape's office, was actually no less depressed than Snape.

He was showering in the bathroom—or staunching the bleeding.In fact, he accidentally tore the wound when he was taking a shower, and then he didn't leave the area of ​​the unkempt head in time, so the torn wound was scalded by the hot water falling from the sky, and Harry was in pain for a while. Lips are trembling.

"Merlin..." Harry's lips trembled—half hurt, half cold—and cast healing magic on his left arm, "I should have taken some ingredients or pretended to fail a potion, God, really It hurts to death..." He hissed, annoyed and frustrated, "I must have suddenly become stupid at that time..."

That's why I left with nothing in the end.The blue-eyed savior thought tangledly, looked at his arm for a moment, and decided to learn from Muggles and wrap it with a clean cloth... In this way, even if it will not speed up the healing process, at least it will ensure that it will not be torn apart at will. right?

Harry comforted himself, then found an old shirt and transformed it into a bandage, then clumsily bit one end between his teeth, wrapping it around his arm.

Silent all night.

The next day, Draco came out of the hospital wing and was at the Slytherin table at breakfast talking loudly to his two squires about getting El Potter out of school.

Harry kept silent about it.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, was not to be outdone, from taunting each other in the morning to scuffling in the hallway with their wands out in the afternoon, they were finally stopped by Snape and McGonagall who were passing by. Of course, the head of Gryffindor snapped angrily However, the head of Slytherin, adhering to the cunning and eccentricity unique to snakes, only recruited a large number of people to serve in labor.

Malfoy, the real culprit, escaped by virtue of Snape's eccentricity, but he was not very happy, because Snape once said that he would go to Filch's labor service for a whole month-although it is still did not start.

At night, in the common room of Slytherin, Harry was sitting in the corner writing homework assigned today. He didn't go to Snape's labor service today, mainly because the other party didn't have an owl. He continued to go today, and Harry guessed, Professor Snape should not want to see him too much in a short period of time, at least within a month - otherwise why did he leave the office on purpose yesterday?

So let's wait for Professor Snape to talk about the owl.

Harry thought about it, and his hands didn't stop, quickly completing another piece of parchment for his charms homework.

It was at this moment that Danny came out of the lounge and walked straight in Harry's direction.

"Ravens?" He glanced at the Charms homework that Harry hadn't had time to put away, and said slightly jealously, "Have you finished your homework on the Levitation Charm?"

"Yes," Harry replied, then looked at the blond boy standing next to him, "...want to see?"

"Of course, thank you very much." Danny replied, picked up the parchment and looked at it casually, "Have you successfully cast the Levitation Curse? In fact, I saw Malfoy stop in mid-air during the flying lesson that day." .”

Although Harry was in the corner, and the two of them didn't talk too loudly, but it was about Malfoy, and the little snakes around who heard it still quietly pricked up their ears.

"Oh..." Harry was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he couldn't deny it. "Yes, I cast a levitation spell when I fell."

"While falling in the sky?" Danny expressed his admiration in a chant-like tone. "Can you see my levitation spell? I don't think I cast it very well-of course, if you want to write now As for the homework, you can wait until you have time." He said slyly.

When the little snakes around heard this, they were a little agitated, and unconsciously looked to the other end of the lounge - there, Draco was also teaching a few laggard first graders to learn the Levitation Charm.

After a few minutes, a small snake approached Draco, and then, Draco's face turned livid, the floating spell he was casting had no effect immediately, and the half-raised feather fluttered down on the ground again. land.

There was a strange silence in the living room.

Harry, who was sitting in the corner, didn't realize it for a while: "No problem, it's fine now." He said, stood up and drew out his wand, but then he felt angry eyes falling on him.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw Draco staring at him viciously across most of the living room, as if he wanted to tear him apart with his eyes.

Harry was stunned for a moment.Then, he saw the wand in Draco's hand and the feather that fell to the floor, and the seniors and first years with delicate expressions around them.

He understood all at once.

Harry paused for a moment: "Danny, Malfoy and the others are also learning the Levitation Charm, maybe we can go there together?"

There were very subtle whispers around, and more and more eyes were focused on Harry and Draco.

Draco's grip on his wand was slightly loosened.

Danny didn't want to give up, he tried to convince Harry: "Actually, it's just some small problems. I've already mastered the Levitating Charm, but I can't cast it very well. Besides, I think you can do it better than Malfoy, he Fell straight out of mid-air, and you saved him."

The surrounding first grades gasped at Danny's words.

Draco sneered, trembling.

Danny didn't care about this, he just looked at Harry intently, with a faint anxiety hidden under his calm appearance.

Harry was silent, and then took a few steps forward, away from the corner and Danny's cover, and raised his voice in the lounge, his tone was calm and calm, with a reassuring quality: "Malfoy will fall from the air because he was hit by waves. There is a jinx. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to guarantee that I would be able to use a newly learned magic while being jinxed. I don't think most people can."

"As for Malfoy's Levitation Charm..." Hare paused, his eyes made contact with Draco for a moment, and then slid away again, "I think he did a good job, even Professor Flitwick would give an innocent Controversial O's, or does anyone feel otherwise?"

Harry slowly looked around the entire lounge, and those who made eye contact with him unconsciously looked away, including Danny who provoked the trouble.Finally, he said without doubt: "I think there is no doubt about it."

the beginning of friendship

At the end of the matter, Danny left the lounge with a stiff face, Malfoy continued his journey of teaching the Levitation Curse, while some other senior students began to walk to the dormitory in twos and threes - it was getting late.

Harry sat back in the corner and resumed his assignments from other subjects.

The living room was quiet, and the occasional whispers were quickly drowned in the cold air.

Time is passing by every minute, and before you know it, the pointer is approaching the curfew time.

Harry closed the last book, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, put away the homework he had completed for the whole week on the desktop, and was about to return to the dormitory when he found someone sitting on the sofa by the fireplace.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked in surprise, and immediately remembered that the other party was sitting like this a few days ago, and then asked him for a duel as soon as he opened his mouth.

Don't bring it up again... Harry groaned inwardly, but felt that it was possible according to the other person's personality - especially if he had offended him again tonight.

So this time... just tell Malfoy that he can't duel him?The blue-eyed savior gets into trouble.

Although sitting on the sofa, Draco, who still unconsciously straightened his back, glanced at Harry slowly and did not speak.

Harry hesitated a little: "Shall I go back to the dormitory first?" He felt that Malfoy might have something to tell him.

In fact, Draco did have something to do, and he looked at Harry, his gray-blue eyes showing the usual indifference and something other than indifference.Harry didn't recognize it, and he heard Draco say, "Why did you say that just now?"

This topic was not unexpected by Harry, and Harry pondered for a while: "Are they questioning your leadership?"

Draco sneered contemptuously.

"And actually," the former savior shrugged, "I think you're doing pretty well, Malfoy."

"So you've chosen to support me publicly?" Draco said. "That piece of Emery looks like he's trying to pick you up."

Harry frowned at Draco's words: "Come on, Draco," he said, "We both know I can't—a matter of blood. And Danny isn't the one who really wants to replace you, is he?"

"Of course," Draco said slowly and contemptuously, "it's just a fool. The Emory family has long since fallen."

"Then why do you have any doubts about my choice of you?" Harry laughed, "Danny is just trying to use me."

Draco's tense face softened slightly: "I didn't expect, Ravens, that you still have a little brain."

Harry smiled wryly: "To be honest, Malfoy, if it was before, I would have quarreled with you."

Draco had a slight blush on his face, but he didn't seem angry, because he just snorted, "Why Il Potter?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand at once.

Draco curled his lips in disgust: "Potter has never given you a good face. Even if you like Gryffindor, you don't have to choose Potter. Although he is a pure blood," Draco's little His face twisted in disgust, "But the Potter family has long abandoned the glory of pure blood, and married a Muggle-"

"Malfoy!" Harry interrupted almost sharply.

Draco froze for a moment, then immediately sneered: "Oh, oh, Ravens, what do you want? Huh? Angry at me? Because I told the truth? A—"

Harry couldn't help pulling out his wand and cast "split" on the decoration on the wall behind Malfoy. Amidst the crisp crackling sound, he tried his best not to point his wand at the other party: "Don't say this in front of me!" He The voice burst out through the teeth, "Malfoy, I... I can't stand it, I am also a Muggleborn."

He took a few deep breaths, calmed down slowly, withdrew his wand and said, "A Muggleborn, the mudblood you call contemptuous."

The anger and coldness in Draco's gray-blue eyes faded in an instant.He adjusted his sitting posture: "So...well, back to the previous topic, why Potter? You have a better choice," he first filtered the pure blood of Gryffindor, and found that there were not too many After being so eye-catching, she reluctantly said, "It's like that Miss Know-it-all in Gryffindor who has been in the top three in her grade several times, although she is... a Muggle."

He lowered his voice unnaturally as he spoke the last few words.

"Hermione?" Harry responded instinctively, but Draco's frown made him realize his mistake immediately, he coughed, and added a little unnaturally: "It's Hermione Granger? The brown-haired that one?"

Draco gave Harry a cold look: "I thought you were going to spread enthusiasm for every Gryffindor."

Harry was a little embarrassed, and then he put down his book and sat down on a sofa near the fireplace - he felt a little cold.

Draco didn't say anything.

Harry curled up on the large and soft sofa, he was silent for a while: "I am an orphan..."

"I know." Draco said impatiently.

Harry went on: "The first wizarding kid I met was Potter." But this one was 11 years old.he added in his mind.

"Then?" Draco asked.

"I don't know what you think... but for me, the first one was always different from the others. In fact, for a while... until now, I think he is different, he is the only one. Harry said slowly, leaning back on the sofa, the firelight from the fireplace cast over him, casting half of his face in shadow, making it impossible to see.

"He obviously doesn't like being the only one." Draco sneered.

Harry didn't speak, and the lounge fell into silence. Just when Draco began to be dissatisfied with Harry's choice again, Harry said: "Yes, he is not very happy, so I need a little time Get used to it," Harry smiled, his hand on the chair handle began to grasp unconsciously, "If...if he really doesn't like it, I think I can accept and adapt to it, this..."

Harry's tone was a bit awkward, but he went on clearly, not only to Malfoy, but also to himself: "It's actually... actually, it's not too difficult."

After saying this sentence, Harry felt that a certain string in his heart was suddenly loosened, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Yes, if this must be the case, then I understand what I should do thing, Malfoy."

"Draco." Draco said suddenly.

"What?" Harry was taken aback.

Draco looked a little tangled, and he gave Harry an annoyed look: "...I mean, you can call me Draco! For the sake of saving my life yesterday!"

Harry looked a little weird, he stared at Draco for a while, and before the other party was about to become angry, he laughed and held out his hand and said, "Then Harry, call me Harry, Draco."

Draco looked at Harry angrily, and was about to say something when he saw those bright and clear green eyes approaching him.At the same time, there was another hand that was already in front of him: "Shake hands, Draco, I think we have been missing this step."

"...Why can you say such an ordinary thing so strangely?" Draco said disgustedly, and at the same time stretched out his hand and shook it lightly.

A little cold.he thought.

A raging flame burns quietly in the fireplace, and the footsteps of the clock on the wall are clear and steady, bringing a sense of tranquility unique to time.

"Draco, since we're friends..." Harry said.

"Huh?" Draco lazily, from lack of sleep.

"About the duel..." Harry coughed.

"Huh?" Draco looked at Harry warily.

"—Forget it." Harry said, and then received it quickly, "Since I have recognized and corrected my mistake! Then Draco, it's late, I'll go back to rest first."

Saying that, Harry didn't even give Draco time to react, he reached out to pick up the things on the table and walked quickly to the bedroom, but after a while