[HP+Gintama] Azkaban's house price is high

"But, how is it possible?" Harry looked at him in disbelief, with a smile on his face, and he didn't know if he was going to convince Draco or himself, "I mean, even if the Dark Mark appeared It doesn't mean anything..."

"The Quidditch World Cup site has been sealed off." Draco said in a low voice, "Wizards who want to leave have to have their wands checked and stay in place for two hours to make sure they are not Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion Only those in disguise can be let go."

"As for you, you have been included in the scope of not being allowed to leave from the very beginning - of course, this is for protection, not imprisonment."

"I still don't understand..." Harry looked up, Draco's face was clearly reflected in the pupils of the dazed green-eyed lion cub.

And Draco looked at the boy in his arms, and his heart was soft.

Although the outside world has been naming this ill-fated boy "the savior" and "the baby who defeated the mysterious man", Draco knows that in fact, he is just a man who has experienced more than anyone else, so he yearns for happiness and peace more than anyone else. It’s just a little lion—of course, before he reconciled with Harry, it was completely intentional for him to call out those names like "Saint Potter"—who made this green fur lion not hold it in the first grade? His hands are reluctant to do anything to him, so it is good to say a few words that the other party doesn't like to hear, and to respond to him.

At this moment, however, his boy was disturbed, perhaps a little frightened.

So Draco would do his best to calm his restlessness, telling Harry that he would be by his side.

Let the trust and reliance on him infused in these emerald clear eyes become more and more full, and then reach a height that no one can reach.

Thinking of this, Draco's eyes softened a bit, and his voice was raised a few degrees in a timely manner. Hearing his clear voice, he could give people a sense of relaxation: "Harry, I believe you still remember Wei Wei That's what Sly called me—I mean before we made up."

"Uh... a skunk? An idiot who can only look at people with his nostrils? A guy who has hair mud all over his head and doesn't know if he has no hair or a wig?" Harry looked at Draco's face every time he said a sentence , I always felt that the other party was not far from collapse, and my mind turned, "The notorious Death Eater who should enter Azkaban?"

"That's right." Draco said with a stinky face, "Also, thank you for popularizing the first few terms of titles that I haven't heard much for me. I will have a good talk with Ronald Weasley when I go back. It's time to talk."

Harry chuckled a few times, and before he could comment on the fact that Draco pronounced Ron's full name when he was angry, his attention was drawn again.

"Harry, I don't want to deceive you. Even if I don't say something, you will always know in the future. Instead of waiting until then and we are forced to stand on opposite sides, it is better for me to speak clearly now." De Laco put a little force on Harry's shoulder, "For the benefit of the family, or for the safety of life, Father did follow you-konw-who..."

"According to my father, that person was very rational and powerful at the beginning. The nobles who stood in his camp were only for the glory of pure blood at the beginning, to ensure that the status of nobles can be higher than that of mixed blood and Muggles."

"But soon, I don't know when, that person became suspicious and tyrannical, and the way of governing became more and more inclined to rule by fear, and became more and more extreme."

"The Malfoy family, the Zabini family, the Perkins family, the Black family...these aristocratic families with ancient backgrounds and passed down through the centuries possess unimaginable wealth and power, but choosing To be a Death Eater is like a gambler who bets all his money on one bet, and if he loses, he can't get out."

"Just like the Black family chose to exile Sirius to preserve the last bit of blood in their family, Malfoy..."

"Wait!" Harry's eyes widened suddenly, "The reason why the Black family expelled Sirius was to preserve the blood!?"

"Of course." Draco stared at him deeply, "The Patriarch Black was a very wise man back then. He used the incident with Sirius to let this eldest son enter the camp that is completely opposite to the Death Eaters. Then , no matter which side wins, at least the blood of the Black family will still be passed on."

"Really...really?" Harry was dumbfounded, "I never thought they would..."

Well, of course you wouldn't think of that.

Because this is all my bullshit.

Just to make you better accept the following conversation.

Draco's eyes flickered, and he continued: "Perhaps you have seen the old newspapers in the Hogwarts library, which recorded some of the white wizard's final victory in that era, including my father. 'Ex-Death Eater' line of defense."

Harry blinked and looked at him. He had indeed read those old newspapers, and to be honest, when he first read those records, he really didn't have a good sense for people like the Malfoy master.

but……

Now he and Draco are good friends.

And Sirius came back, and under the influence of Sissy's mother, the Malfoy family was very kind to him and even the Weasleys - at least the previous fight at the Lihen Bookstore never happened again.

Although Sirius talked about the Slytherin noble circle, he could see that his godfather was very close to the Malfoy family. Professor Dumbledore also told him intentionally or unintentionally that he and Draco Your friendship is very good and must be cherished.

Harry's brain was still turning faster when it needed to be used.

If the Malfoys were still consistent Death Eaters, they would not be as friendly with themselves and Professor Dumbledore.

Even Sirius would not allow such a thing to happen.

So the only explanation is...the Malfoy family chose to join Professor Dumbledore's side.

"It's just what you think." Draco knew what was going on in Harry's mind just by looking at Harry's expression, and responded simply.

A hint of confusion flashed across Harry's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by worry: "Then aren't you in danger?"

"Harry, dear, what we're talking about is your problem." Draco was a little bit dumbfounded, but soon became serious again, "You know, as a former follower of you-know-who... The black magic mark that directly affects the soul will be branded on the arm, if that person wants to punish or summon his subordinates, the black magic mark will become hot."

Having said that, he took a deep breath and stared deeply at Harry.

"Some time ago, my father's dark mark...was hot."

The green pupil shrank slightly, obviously, its owner had already reacted.

"So... he's back? He's summoning his former subordinates? So... the Dark Mark that appeared at the Quidditch World Cup this time is a symbol of his official return?" Harry's eyes flashed disbelief, worry, anxiety, Fear, anger, determination and other emotions.

Draco looked at his pale face, his throat moved, but he still couldn't get out the rest of his lines.

Although after he hinted that his father would delay Sirius and the werewolf, while he surrounded and stayed here to protect Harry, he thought about all the developments that would happen.

He chose Harry, mother chose Sirius, father chose the Order of the Phoenix, godfather chose Dumbledore.

The Malfoy family has completely betrayed that person, and even dragged several relatively good families such as Zabini, Perkins, and Gore into the water.

The anger of the Dark Lord was not something their family could bear.

So they need to unite together to let the boy who survived the catastrophe in the prophecy grow up, tell him the suffering that already exists, and they can prepare for confrontation as soon as possible.

This is obviously the conclusion of Dumbledore's discussion with his father.

This is obviously what his father expressly and impliedly asked him to do.

But when he met Harry's trusting green eyes because of his words, his heart softened involuntarily.

This boy...is his boy...

He'd been taking care of it, being awkwardly proud about it, and thanking Merlin for his boy when he got back together.

If he could, Draco wished he wouldn't have to say scary things to him, as Dumbledore had once thought, and let him live his happy life as long as possible in ignorance of the danger that was coming.

But now the danger had come to them, and the scythe held high in their hands was already shining with a cold light.

The only thing he could do was convey the truth to Harry and hug him tightly.

Use all your strength.

"Draco..." Harry's thoughts came back, looking at Draco who was hugging him tightly with both hands, what came out of his nose was the breath of the other party, which was warm and a little ignorant famous aroma.

The little face that was a little pale just now began to turn red, and there was a tendency to develop to the point of bleeding.

Almost immediately, the Savior's two paws were also on the Slytherin's body, and he nestled himself into the other's arms as tightly as possible.

Although their thinking is not at the same frequency at this time, even though one of them is too slow to react, what is this kind of feeling that just hugs and makes oneself feel warm from the bottom of my heart...

But from the perspective of the three adults peeping outside the tent, at this moment, there is nothing warmer than this hug.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Sirius [face flushed]: dameit!Draco is really good at coaxing people... Write it down!

Lupine [looking at him with vicissitudes of life]: Padfoot, shouldn't you pay attention to the fact that Harry is being hugged by him and eating tofu...

Lucius [His chin raised 45 degrees proudly]: The performance is average, compared to my skill at coaxing Sissy - Xiaolong, you are much worse~~

xdddd feels a little bit~~