When the savior is no longer the savior

"Professor, can you grant me a request?" he asked. "Can you protect yourself as best you can in this battle, and never give up hope at any time?"

Snape's dark eyes shone slightly: "If you agree to the same request."

"Of course I will," Harry murmured.

"So am I then," Snape replied.

It's hard to say whether this answer made Harry more relieved or more worried, but he didn't show it on his face, he just smiled at Snape: "So—well—Professor, maybe you can take me in Evening?" His voice dropped, becoming gentle and affectionate, "like Christmas in first grade..."

Snape's thin lips straightened and pursed... Then, the lips curled up slightly: "I suspect your professor has no choice, Mr. Ravens."

Harry spread his hands, pretending to be cute: "Yes, I don't think you have, Mr. Snape."

The atmosphere in the living room became relaxed again.

Finally, Harry drank the milk, said goodnight to Snape as before, and followed—well, instead of following Snape back to the master bedroom to rest, he used his wand to turn the old sofa in the living room into a The crib, exactly like the one he had made for Christmas in first grade.

Snape didn't say anything about it, he went back to his room to rest.

Harry also lay down on the bed to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep after taking a nap just now, so he could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.After a while—it was hard to say whether it was an hour or two—Harry held his aching head, cursed vaguely, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and opened the window to get some air.

The slightly cool night wind blows on the cheeks, bringing away some heat, but more stuffy air comes up again in a blink of an eye...

Harry stood for a while, then quietly opened the door, preparing to walk in the quiet alley for a while.But just as he stepped out of the house and subconsciously glanced at Snape's room, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to move in that dark room...

Was the curtain blown by the wind?No, it wasn't blown by the wind, it was someone standing behind the window.Harry thought, and immediately thought of Snape.

His first thought was that Snape had put a warding spell on the door so that the other person would wake up when he came out.But he was staying downstairs. If Snape was awakened at this time, his first reaction should be to turn on the light and go downstairs to check, and he would never be so vigilant as to stand behind the window without turning on the light... …unless he didn't take a break in the first place.

Thinking of Snape's ugly face during this period of time, Harry immediately turned back to the room and walked upstairs.

Snape had expected Harry to come up.He opened the door and lit the lamp.

Harry looked first at Snape's clothes - changed into pajamas, then at the bed - the covers were pulled back.He frowned and looked at Snape, half probing and half explaining: "Professor, I just felt a little bored, so I was going to go for a walk."

"Yeah." Snape responded indifferently.

Harry went one step further: "Professor, your face doesn't look very good."

Snape was noncommittal: "Mr. Ravens thinks my complexion should look good?" It was exactly the same answer as when we met at the Ministry of Magic a month ago.

Harry raised his eyebrows and acted directly: "Professor, I suddenly found that the reason why I couldn't fall asleep may be that the bed downstairs is really uncomfortable." He looked at the big bed in the room and said clearly, "You will not refuse your partner A small request, right?"

Snape stared at Harry for three seconds: "Future." He prefixed his partner.

Harry blinked: "Would you say no?"

Snape scowled and let Harry in.

Gryffindor cheered for his victory, he closed the door, opened it again a moment later, ran to the kitchen to get a cup of hot milk, took it into the room again, and closed the door again.

The night passed.

In the morning light, Harry grabbed his hair and straightened up. He changed to another bed. He actually slept soundly, and there was another person... He gave Snape a complicated look.

Snape noticed, and handed him a glass of water, with a not-so-obvious satisfaction in his tone: "Did you sleep well?"

"Well," said Harry weakly, "I think we both slept well..."

At this time, the owl delivering the newspaper came, Snape opened the window, let the owl fly into the room, and untied the Daily Prophet from the other's feet.

Harry yawned, and went to the bathroom with his cup to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Five minutes later, he walked into the room again, and saw Snape sitting by the window, reading a newspaper with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"One piece of news, Fudge is down," Snape said. "Because of you."

"Uh—" It took Harry a while to recover his voice, "I already have this much influence?"

"You don't, Voldemort seems to have," Snape replied, handing the paper to Harry.

Harry took it and glanced at it roughly, "Fudge's downfall is so fast, it doesn't look normal."

"Maybe it's just that he doesn't want to wait any longer," said Snape. "What's next?"

Harry pondered: "Wait. I think the most important thing for us next is to wait..."

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Updating, try to be as early as possible tomorrow~

inside and outside the dream

On July 7, the Daily Prophet reported that Fudge intended to step down.

On July 7, Fudge officially stepped down.

On 7 July, Lestrange became the next Minister for Magic.

On August 8, the Ministry of Magic appointed the Carrows as Hogwarts professors.

On August 8, the Ministry of Magic passed the "Blood Check" Act.

History has gone through a beautiful arc, and then returned to the original point with an amazing coincidence.

In the house at Spider's End, Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, crumpled up the newspaper irritably and threw it on the coffee table.Looking at the news that was exactly the same as before, he could almost imagine—actually, he didn’t need to imagine at all, just sit on the right seat—what the outside looks like now, it won’t be much different from before, Voldemort should eat Hogwarts when he controls the Ministry of Magic Hey, maybe he will attack again, maybe he won't, after all, there is no "savior" who kills his soul piece in Hogwarts now...

Voldemort would not let him go.Harry was so sure of that, so sure that it brought peace of mind every time he thought about it.

Voldemort will not let him go. It should be said that if he wants Avada the most in this world, there is no second choice except Harry. But recently Voldemort seems to have forgotten him, except for the routine Apart from being wanted, it seems that there is no attention anymore... What is Voldemort planning?

A kind of fear originating from the unknown gripped Harry's heart, causing his originally good temper to slip to the critical point.But losing your temper now is meaningless, so when Snape, who was brewing the potion, asked Harry to go to his study to get a book, Harry agreed in a brisk tone, and immediately went upstairs, Go find the "Complete Potions" that Snape was talking about.

On the bookcase... "Probably very inside, very thick..." Brown leather... Harry muttered as he searched for something on the high bookshelf, but after searching for a long time, there were generally three hundred pages Finding the book he wanted from the above pile of books, he felt impatient again, pulled out his wand and shouted, ""The Encyclopedia of Potions" is here!"

The old-fashioned bookshelf standing high in front of Harry trembled for a while, and a tattered thick-covered book flew from the pile of books to Harry's hands with its yellowed pages. It fell down like a domino, with the sound of glass shattering——

Harry took a deep breath, and first looked for the sound of glass breaking, and soon found a small smashed glass bottle under a few books. It was a small potion bottle, but there was no magic potion on the ground. Traces of medicine, it looks like an empty bottle...but that flash of blue light?

"What's wrong?" Snape's low voice came from the door.

"I used a Flying Charm." Harry came back to his senses, and waved the book in his hand helplessly, "Where's your potion?"

"Reboil it later." Snape replied, walking to Harry's side, looking at the books that had fallen on the floor: "Just sort it out—" His eyes suddenly flickered on the wooden floor On shimmering shards of glass.

"I didn't notice," Harry said apologetically, having seen it too.

Snape frowned tightly, he knelt down and stretched out his hand towards the shards, halfway through, he stopped immediately: "How did you break it?"

Unhappiness grew in Harry's heart, and his tone was a little perfunctory: "What's the matter? Is it important?"

Snape's tight lips said it all.

Harry was even more upset, a monster snorted in his heart, and seemed to wake up: "Come on, I didn't see that, it's so messy in here—"

Wait, Harry suddenly felt wrong, what am I talking about?It's been a bit too annoying lately... He shook his head secretly: "I mean, I'm sorry, um - Severus, what is this?"

"A vial of potion." Snape didn't seem to want to say more.

The monster in Harry's heart snorted again: "Oh—" he dragged his voice dryly, "Is it a potion with an unknown name?"

Snape gave Harry a slightly worried look.

This made Harry feel better, his tone returned to calm, and he turned the topic to something unimportant: "I'll get you something to eat tonight, Professor, what would you like to eat?"

"All right," Snape said.

"Steak or spaghetti?" Harry looked enthusiastic.

"The latter." Snape chose a simpler one.

Harry happily agreed, and went downstairs to prepare the food, while Snape stayed in the study, waving his wand to rearrange the fallen books... Finally, his eyes once again fell on the book on the old wooden floor. Glass shards, uncontrollable gloom and doubt appeared on his face.

Dinner went on relatively uneventfully.But less than an hour after dinner, Harry and Snape had a violent quarrel.

The cause was an operation by the Order of the Phoenix—Snape was going, not Harry.

The dim light swayed in the thin wind, and the light and shade were uncertain.

In the living room, Harry stood up and yelled at Snape, the worries and irritability accumulated for many days almost swallowed him up: "Stop joking, without me, without me! Why can't I go out!?"

"The Ministry of Magic is still looking for you," Snape said calmly.

"So what? There's never a time when the Ministry of Magic doesn't want me!" said Harry.

"Safety and caution, I don't think I need to say more about these." Snape said impatiently, "You are not necessary for this operation."

"Then what can I do?" Harry asked, "Stay guarding this shabby house and make hygiene problems every day?"

"You don't have to." Snape's voice sounded calm to indifferent.

"I'm like a turtle..." Harry's voice was strained into a thin line.

But Snape's silence lasted only a few seconds, and he said grimly, "If the price of showing your head is that you get your head chopped off - hang on, it won't be long, Harry."

Harry yelled, "Severus? Snape—"

"Wow--"

The living room fell silent.

Harry and Snape, who were still arguing just now, looked at each other. After a while, Harry hesitated and said, "Just now, what was that...?"

Snape didn't answer, he looked at Harry equally hesitantly.

"Wow - wow -" the weak but clear cry came again, this time both of them could hear it clearly, it was clearly coming from the bedroom, the cry of the baby...

"Oh my god!" It's unclear who yelled, Harry and Snape hurried upstairs to the bedroom without bothering to quarrel.

Inside the light blue mask, the already fat and white child waved his hands and feet, wrinkled his face, opened his mouth wide, and yelled loudly.

Harry and Snape both stopped a few steps away from the mask.Harry stared in awe at the little thing that made the noise, and asked tremblingly, "What happened to him?"

Snape couldn't answer at all, he didn't look any better than Harry.

"Out of magic?" Harry asked without much hope - in fact they had only magically given the reticle yesterday - and put his hand on the blue reticle, but Snape did it before Harry did. up.

Harry was taken aback.

The light blue mask flickered, but there was no more movement.

Snape withdrew his hand and said, "It's not about magic..."

"Wow-wah-wah-" the baby in the mask continued to howl.

The two looked at each other, quietly exited the room at the same time, and gently closed the door... Harry suddenly remembered: "Didn't it mean that the baby will not make any noise until about five months after birth?"

Snape was very calm, but with a stiff face: "I don't think even in the wizarding world, there are not many people who grew up in a magic hood."

"Then—" Harry wasn't sure if he should go to Dora or St. Mungo's therapist, but at this moment, there was suddenly no sound from inside again.

The two looked at each other again.

It was Snape who opened the door first and walked in, and Harry followed, only then did he find that in the dimly lit bedroom, inside the magic hood that shimmered, was that white and soft thing that looked like it was held in two hands. He had turned over and fell asleep biting his thumb.

Harry stared blankly for a long time before reaching out to touch the mask with anticipation and caution: "I think we should give him a name, how about Severus for the male and Lily for the female?" Saying that Harry had no cell for a name at all, he muttered softly, "Well, he's a little man, actually I think little girls..."

"Harry!" Snape suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist, "I think I have to tell you something."

Harry's eyes fell on Snape, he understood something, and the smile in his eyes disappeared: "Okay, later."

For the second time in one day, worry showed itself on Snape's face.He didn't let go: "It's about that potion bottle you broke this afternoon, the contents should be fine, but—"

"But what?" Harry asked.

Snape's frown deepened. "I need some experiments, Harry, and I think you should have it checked by a therapist."

"So I can't touch him until it's checked, can I?" Harry continued, anger already welling up in his head, but he took a deep breath, "What's that potion? What do you think is wrong with me now?" ?”

Snape didn't speak, he waved his wand at Harry, but there was only a green light on the tip of the wand.He lowered his hand with a sullen face: "I can't detect it, maybe it's some spiritual..." In the last few words, Snape was almost talking to himself.

"Yes, yes," Harry said repeatedly, "You can't detect it, but you just think there is something wrong with me—" His lips trembled twice, and the monster in his heart groaned, like a mockery and like Roaring, "Severus? Snape, what do you want?" He asked in a low voice, "I've already stayed here, and the only space left for over a month is this house..."

"Harry," Snape said quietly, "you should be calmer."

Harry replied softly, "I should have killed Voldemort."

Snape's expression changed briefly, but the next moment, he said calmly, "We're going to St. Mungo's tomorrow."

"Well—" Harry feigned surprise, "I thought Mr. Snape wouldn't take the risk."

For a moment, Snape's expression turned worried.

The rage engulfed Harry completely: "You think - I lost my mind? Just because of a potion that the hell I didn't even see clearly? Snape, wake up!" he roared, "I'm just locked up Crazy locked up here! Like Sirius, stuck in old decaying Grimmauld Place surrounded by thick drape, gloomy and gray as if life would be swallowed up—”

Suddenly, Il's voice came from downstairs: "Is Harry there? Professor Snape?"

The quarrel was suspended.

Harry turned around with a stiff face, and hurried downstairs: "What's the matter?"

"James asked me to come to Professor Snape—well—Harry, you didn't, did you?" In the flames of the fireplace, Il's head looked at Harry worriedly.

Harry forced a laugh, unable to speak.

Snape also came down at this time, and he said coldly, "I'll go right away."

Earl looked suspicious.

In the living room, Snape and Harry were still standing side by side, as they had always done before.

But this time, Harry, who looked the same as before, murmured, "Look, even Il's participating..." He turned to Snape, and for the first time there was no emotion in his eyes—whether it was guilt or not. Still happy, excited or anticipating—putting his hands in his pockets, he said nonchalantly, "I'll go, if you wish. But not with you, Mr. Snape, I think—"

"It's enough for me alone."

He opened the door and went out, and soon Disapparated.

The moon at night was lonelier than ever before.

Harry wandered through half of London alone, watching the bustling traffic only separated by a wall from the rooftops of the dirty slums... He finally came to the hill of Little Hangleton, and saw the old Gaunt house and Dora's residence silent in the dark .He was a little dazed, not knowing where he should go.

No no, how could he not know where he was going?Obviously Gaunt's old house is standing there, and the person he should kill will stay in the house well, as long as he breaks in... as long as he breaks in quietly...

"Oh, that's a good idea, if I'm really crazy." Harry whispered self-deprecatingly, then turned and walked to another residence.

The doorbell rang a little in the silent darkness, and Dora quickly came out to answer the door—she seemed to be the only one living in this spacious house for years, and I have to say, very lonely—she looked surprised, but also very Surprise: "Harry, why are you here?"

Harry was also wondering why he thought of the other party, maybe because there was no other place for him to go?No Snape's, no Order of the Phoenix...

Harry walked into the house hesitantly, he was a little embarrassed: "Trouble, ma'am, I'm fine, it's just—um——"

"Sit down and have a cup of tea first." Dora said gently.She walked into the room and poured a cup of black tea for both of them, and brought out some snacks.

"Thank you." Harry said gratefully. He picked up his cup and took a sip of the sweet, hot tea, feeling much more relaxed.

Dora smiled and made a please gesture: "Now, Harry, you can say whatever you want."

But Harry just pursed his lips.He began to feel a little ridiculous: he was indeed a little impulsive today, because he was excluded and could not do anything... What is he coming here now?Looking for a place to sleep overnight?Or bring danger and trouble to Dora who has helped him a lot?Those things were just his own...his and Snape's...

"Harry," Dora said suddenly, "remember what I said when we first met?"

"What? Uh - 'If my baby was around, he'd be your age'?" Harry tried to remember.

Dora's lips curled up: "You are as old as my child, so I think, no matter what it is, it is suitable for you to find me."

Harry had already made up his mind not to talk about himself: "Ma'am, your child?"

"Passed away due to illness." Dora said softly. "At that time, he was just seven years old. My husband and I were very sad. He was very smart since he was a child, and he could understand even difficult questions. I saw the runes on the doors. Is it?" Dora pointed to the rooms on the first and second floors, "My husband and I didn't get these up, it was that child, that child, that child is so smart..." Her voice gradually became dry , like a broken violin, sharp and piercing, "He actually knows everything, he knows me..."

"Ma'am?" Harry was a little confused.

Dora seemed to be caught in her own emotions, she looked painful and guilty, her whole body was shaking slightly, shivering as if feeling cold: "I killed him, if it wasn't for me...he has been Thought we were so sweet...so was my husband...but..."

Harry was at a loss, he didn't know how to comfort the other party, so he could only stammered about his own affairs, the first thing that came to mind was the very beginning topic: "That—actually, I just can't participate in activities against him—"

Dora's attention was divided.

Harry immediately shifted his gaze to the side, not looking at the red and swollen eyes and the tear stains on his face: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I know the situation is tense, but..."

"Panic, helpless?" A voice gently answered.

"...Yes." Harry murmured.Panicked and helpless, he could only stay in a small space, and had a very limited understanding of the situation through newspapers. He didn't know anything about important things, and couldn't do important things at all, as if he was locked in a prison. In a black box with light shining through, someone kept filling it with soil, as if trying to bury him alive...

Harry's heart was opened.He closed his eyes dejectedly, and said a lot to Dora slowly.Important, unimportant, recent, long ago... He was agitated and uncomfortable at first, but he calmed down in the end, just feeling tired.His eyes passed the cup in his hand, the coffee table, the woven flower carpet under the coffee table, and some new leather sofas... Finally, Harry's eyes rested on Dora's face.

Dora was watching him.Her emerald green eyes are as soft as lake water, her expression is focused and gentle, she listens to what he said seriously, and also looks at him seriously...

It was just a moment, the moment when the dewdrops rolled down the leaves, and it was also the moment when the butterfly fluttered its wings, such a simple and natural heartbeat-Harry suddenly became certain, he thought-he could be sure-the horns in front of him It was he who was looking at the lady who was already a little bit frosty.

She listened carefully to him because he was the one talking, not because of anything else, nor because of what he had just said, his and Snape's child, her godson...

Wait a moment?Harry suddenly felt something was wrong.What he just said was children, the thing that Dora cares about the most...

"Harry?" Dora asked aloud, her voice was very soft and a little deep, like the kind that was nice and reassuring, compared with Lily - wait!What is he thinking?Harry pressed his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Dora frowned, "Tired?"

"I think . . . yes, a little bit," said Harry.

"It's eleven o'clock." Dora looked at Harry. "Are you resting here?"

"It couldn't be better," he had said clearly just now, and now he couldn't be more polite, Harry said mockingly, "I don't have to look for a place."

"I'm going to clean up the room on the second floor." Dora laughed.

"No, I'll just turn this sofa into a cot - don't you mind?" Harry asked.

"Of course, as long as you're happy." Dora didn't care too much, and thoughtfully gave Harry a set of toiletries before going upstairs to rest.

Looking at the empty living room, Harry sighed, took the utensils and walked into the washroom, came out after a while and moved the sofa casually, no matter if he could lie down flat.

The lights went out.

Nights on the mountain always bring more coolness.The breeze blows in from the open window, and there is a slight and distant fragrance of flowers. A little bit, with the silver light leaking from the sky, it quietly sneaks into sleep.

This is a spacious and indifferent room, a long table is placed in the center, many people are sitting, but no one is talking...

The fireplace at the foot of the wall is burning quietly, the tip of the flame has a little bit of blue... But it's strange, it's already summer...

The person sitting at the top of the long table spoke suddenly, in a high-pitched and indifferent voice.

Many people were afraid of him, many people, they all lowered their heads, no one—or one or two—was looking at him...

Suddenly he called someone's name.

The man jumped out of his seat, looking terrified.

Surrounded by low ridicule.

This room is too indifferent...the dark breath is flowing...the eyes of those who bowed their heads are only madness and indifference...there are also fear and wandering...

The called person left his seat and came to the fireplace. The firelight illuminated his three-dimensional face. The bright part was humble and flattering, but there was still half of it, and the other half was hidden in the shadows——

What did the high-pitched voice say.The ridicule grew louder, the person being called was excitedly defending, and a slender woman also stood up——

The room suddenly became chaotic, the voice became noisy, everyone was vying to speak, and more than one person shouted loudly——

The person on the main seat became angry, he had deep anger, and a cold killing intent.

But no one noticed, no one noticed, they were doing their own thing...

The green light piercing the air stopped all.

Everything became slow and sluggish, as if the pause button was pressed, the surprised eyes of the people around, the unbelievable expressions of the people hit by the green light...

He flew up and fell down again, like an abandoned puppet, the surprise and fear on his face were so vivid, but his eyes were dead and gray.

The last rays of light hit his face.His long, meticulously combed hair fell loose...

"Lucius? Malfoy!" Harry suddenly woke up from his dream!

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woman wrapped in black robe

Malfoy's manor was silent in the night.In the neatly manicured garden, the white peacock, tired of walking during the day, was sleeping soundly under the flowers. Suddenly, a silver light flashed by, scaring the mature peacock into a big fight. It quickly stood up and inspected its territory. It was not until the intruder was not found that he returned to his original position with haughty steps, ready to continue resting, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly climbed down from the tree and kicked the mature peacock, both sides were startled. Jump, the black shadow kicked the peacock away angrily, cursed in a low voice, and hurried out of the courtyard——

Pass through the lush flowers and trees, walk along the corner to the railing, and then pass through the railing quietly... The street lamp illuminates the shadow's face. It is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing only a set of silk pajamas, pale yellow Although his hair was combed back, there were still many unruly curls in all directions. He kicked his shoes angrily and hurried to the shadowed corner, and said in a low voice, "Harry! Why are you here?"

Harry, who came to Wiltshire from Hangleton in the middle of the night, carefully looked at Draco's expression, and he had already defined his dream just now, but just in case, he asked in a low voice: "Is Mr. Malfoy at home?" ?”

"Yes." Draco replied simply, "Do you have anything to do with my dad?" There was some worry in his eyes.

Harry smiled and shook his head: "No, it's nothing, just a question by the way... I think you were very careful when you came out just now."

Draco said angrily: "If you didn't come over in the middle of the night, would I need to do this? Recently, my father has asked me to stay at home as much as possible and not appear in front of people."

"If it wasn't midnight, I wouldn't dare to come here." Harry said casually, "Has your father often attended Death Eater meetings recently?"

Draco thought the point of the conversation was a bit odd, but he said what he knew anyway: "That—it doesn't seem like we like our house very much, but my dad sure has to go every time."

Harry gave a simple "hmm" and didn't speak in thought.

Draco was a little uneasy: "What's the matter, Harry."

Harry shook his head slightly, closed his eyes and recalled his dream—a very clear and strange dream—his dream that Malfoy was killed by Voldemort... I have to say, this is not impossible... In that living room, the flames were raging Burning, everyone seems to be wearing a lot... yes, a lot, Mrs. Malfoy has a fur scarf... no one can wear such a thing in summer... it's like the simplest It's the same as the most common dream in my life, it's not real, just look at the quiet Malfoy Manor now...

But this dream was so real, it really seemed like he saw it with his own eyes... But it was not the feeling when he became Voldemort's Horcrux.Harry thought casually: Speaking of which, this is not the first time. I dreamed that Voldemort was killing people a while ago. At that time, I thought about the Horcrux, but in retrospect, he didn't enter Voldemort's head to experience this. However, just like the dream tonight, I experienced it as a bystander...

But so what?Harry asked himself suddenly.Does it mean that these dreams are real because they have experienced it twice?Maybe he was just so tired... maybe Snape was right and he really should check out St. Mungo's.

Thinking of this, Harry looked up at Draco.

Draco was still waiting beside him, although a little impatient, he didn't make a sound.

"Draco, in the last few months, tell your father to be more careful." Even though he didn't understand it, Harry still reminded him.

Draco tensed up: "Harry, did you hear something? The Order of the Phoenix?—"

Harry reassured: "There's not much, they've been fighting, and he won't assign important tasks to your dad."

Such comfort seemed to have no effect, and Draco was still anxious.

But Harry didn't have any more time, and he couldn't take the risk of staying here for too long: "Okay, Draco, I should go, and see you next time when we have a chance."

"Wait Harry!" Draco yelled, looking at Harry, hesitating, "They, you and I—"

Harry glanced at Draco, he could tell hesitation and hesitation on his face.Harry felt he knew what Draco was hesitating and hesitant about.But he didn't choose to comfort: "The days like this will end, Draco. Who do you think will win?"

Draco looked reluctant to answer.

"You have your way, I have mine. If Dumbledore wins, I think the Ministry will give everyone a fair result. And if he—" Harry smiled, "Draco, In fact, you don’t need to be too embarrassed, you will definitely see my dead body, and maybe it will be used as a decoration, but who cares?” He said softly, “Who cares, there are always things worth doing... Come on, you don't have to get too involved with this, I think that's what your dad meant. We'll be friends - remember the mission he gave you last time? You didn't really want to plot against me - always have been. "

The long night was finally over.

Harry returned to Little Hangleton and was about to say goodbye to Dora, but saw her standing in the garden.

Harry's eyes first fell on the other party's somewhat messy dressing gown - in just a few hours, he had seen someone in pajamas for the second time.Are you up to water the flowers?So early?The sky is not fully lit yet... He thought in a bit of bewilderment, but judging by the beauty of the garden, it must have taken a lot of work...

"Harry?" said Dora, raising her voice first. "Did you go for a walk?"

Harry didn't answer right away, but first entered the room with Dora—he was still wanted after all—and then apologized: "I had something to do last night, so I left for a while, I'm very sorry