May the world be kind to you

On the last day in mid-June, Hogwarts held a grand and grand graduation dinner to bid farewell to the students who were about to leave the school forever.

All kinds of enchanted decorations floated above the auditorium, and the long tables filled with all kinds of drinks and food were pushed to the surroundings, and the empty space in the middle was crowded with people, there were three or five friends gathered together to bid farewell, and there were also students from lower grades Look around for idols to take photos with.

Even so, the dinner was far less lively than the opening ceremony.Perhaps it was affected by the emotion of parting, but there was a faint sadness in the same laughter.

It wasn't until the end of the dinner that Neville brought a rose and a delicate velvet box to Luna and knelt down on one knee before there was a wave of excitement.

"Longbottom has made a lot of noise since he killed Voldemort." Bryce looked at the commotion in the middle of the auditorium jokingly. "He dared to propose publicly."

"Voldemort didn't kill Longbottom."

Draco retorted again indifferently, ignoring his friend's eyes that were about to roll to the sky, took a sip of the apple juice in his hand, and silently watched the proposal scene in front of him.

"Draco, can you tell us what happened?" Pansy's angry tone was mixed with more helplessness: "Do you know that your appearance makes us very worried?"

After the game, Draco became obviously depressed. He couldn't say a few words all day long, and he didn't answer any questions.If his consciousness hadn't been absolutely clear and autonomous, she would have thought Weasley had cast the Imperius Curse on him when no one knew.

Draco still ignored his friend's worries, and his gray eyes looked at the center of the uproar ahead for a moment, and gradually his vision became blurred.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see Longbottom's figure gradually transforming into himself through the many figures, and saw himself sitting in an elegant restaurant, holding the hands of the people around him, serious and tense but deep Staring expectantly at the owner of the warm palm in his palm——

"...The only thing I can rely on is my unshakable love for you for seven years, and my promise to hold hands with you every day in the future...Would you like to be with me?..."

The man slowly pushed aside the dense fog that had always been covering him, revealing little by little scars in the shape of lightning bolts with messy black hair, bright brilliance flashed in his jewel-like green eyes, and a warm glow like a small sun bloomed on his fair face. With a smile, the clear voice told him firmly and forcefully:

"it is good."

"boom--"

The cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered instantly, and the unfinished apple juice splashed everywhere.Ignoring his friend's sideways glances, Draco looked around anxiously for Snape with a pale face, and immediately ran to the door after finding nothing.

But at the door, he almost bumped into Hermione, who was also flustered.

The two looked at each other and ran to the principal's office at the same time.

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Snape was not in the principal's office, but Dumbledore showed a look of relief after seeing them: "You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Hermione eagerly walked up to the portrait and raised her head: "Professor Dumbledore, you know that Harry..."

Before he finished speaking, the office door opened again, and Snape and Lupine walked in with serious expressions. Not long after, McGonagall and the professors, and Hagrid, who was sobbing and wiping his tears, appeared one after another. Then, Almost all the DA members and Pan Xi also squeezed into the principal's office one after another.

The spacious space suddenly became crowded and noisy. After Lupine and Snape tried hard and soft to persuade most of the teachers and students to leave, the room was finally quiet again.

"Now that everyone is here, we can just finish talking at once." Snape looked at the white-haired old man on the wall with some dissatisfaction: "Dumbledore, why are you..."

"I have never dared to remind anyone in front of anyone, even to imply that your memory has deviated." Dumbledore obviously knew what he wanted to ask, and he answered before he finished asking, "Because I have a lot of respect for the one who brought you back to life." I don’t know anything about spells, and I’m worried that if I do this, it will change the status quo or even worse. So,” looking away from everyone, “I can only hope that one day you will remember it yourself.”

"It doesn't matter what happens to us Dumbledore." Lupine lost his usual gentleness, his expression was full of anxiety: "The key is Harry..."

"Tell me first," Dumbledore raised his hand in a calm gesture, "Has anything bad happened in the year after the war? It's very important."

"The Death Eaters killed George."

"Crabbe killed my parents."

Hermione and Draco spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other at the same time, both eyes filled with shock.They had no idea that there were still so many accidents happening at that time.

Ron briefly added the situation at that time, and Draco also roughly talked about how they were attacked in Godric's Hollow, how they were trapped by the magic circle, and how they had nowhere to turn for help.

No one noticed that Ron turned pale after listening to Draco's story.

"Simultaneous attacks in different places at the same time," Dumbledore snorted grimly, "The Death Eaters really do everything they can to deal with Harry!"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Draco's eyes widened in disbelief at the implication of his words: "You mean, Crabbe and Nott killed my parents and George specifically for Harry Scrap?! Impossible! Crabbe is trying to avenge his son..."

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Dumbledore looked at everyone calmly: "Harry is destined to be unable to take care of family members and friends at the same time, not to mention that they have no intention of letting anyone go. They are specifically picking on Harry who cares most. Let's do it!"

"...So Crabbe made Harry disappear and then erased everyone's memory of Harry? It doesn't make sense..." Hermione immediately thought of the holly tree left on the cliff, "Let's not mention that Crabbe has Without this ability, the timing will be lost. Everything is normal before Easter, and Crabbe died on Easter day..."

"That's right, it's time." Dumbledore nodded approvingly, but the expression on his face was completely opposite: "Harry solved Crabbe on Easter, after which everyone was resurrected and lost their memory of Harry. At the same time Harry disappeared... Although I don't want to speculate like this, it seems obvious."

Everyone's voice was choked in the throat.

"...So, you mean..." Draco found it so difficult to say a word for the first time: "Harry...resurrected everyone?"

"It's ridiculous!" Snape refuted this possibility in a cold voice: "There has never been any magic or spell in the wizarding world that can resurrect the dead!"

If so, Voldemort would have resurrected countless times! !

Dumbledore sighed softly after a moment of silence: "There are so many unknown things in the world that we never know or even hear about."

Snape was instantly speechless.

"And what I'm worried about is," Dumbledore's voice suddenly dropped: "If this matter is really related to Harry, his disappearance may be fatal."

No one can keep his face unchanged at this moment.

"It can't be Harry!" Lupine retorted loudly, as if everything would not come true if his voice was too loud, but his face had turned pale: "He promised me that I would never commit suicide for someone else's fault again." Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to sacrifice himself in exchange for other people's chances of survival!"

These words made Hermione's whole body tremble suddenly, and all the blood on her face lost all color:

"Please tell me," she looked at everyone in the room one by one, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "After the accident, did any of you explicitly tell Harry that it wasn't his fault?"

There was a dead silence in the room.

More than nothing!

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No. 12, Grimmauld Place, was deserted as expected, and even Kreacher was nowhere to be seen.

Even so, after coming out of the fireplace, everyone still ran to each floor separately to gamble on the slight chance of luck, let alone any clues that might lead to Harry's whereabouts.

Draco ran upstairs into Harry's room in three steps at a time.

The room was as simple as he remembered it, with firecrackers hanging on the wall, a golden snitch with vibrating wings hanging above the window frame, and a self-made paper crane standing in the middle of the simple bookshelf on the desk. Any frills.

He quickly opened the closet, and saw that all the clothes were neatly folded, only two brand-new dresses were hanging up high on the hangers, and they were ironed so neatly that no wrinkles could be seen.In the bamboo basket under the dress was the Invisibility Cloak, and a bag of Galleons that was still half full.

After leaving Gringotts that day, they went directly to the Outer Clothes Shop, but he couldn't overcome Harry's stubbornness after all. He could only watch helplessly as the black-haired young man happily paid for their engagement dress, and watched helplessly. He was so happy that he took the initiative to clasp his hand.

He lightly stroked the dress that he had only worn once, subconsciously looked at the brand new one, and Harry's serious look when he chose this dress appeared in his mind.I still remember that I was a little dissatisfied that Harry treated the best man's dress more carefully than his own engagement dress, and didn't want him to miss the chance to wear it.

There was a slight sound behind him.

Draco turned his head and saw Ron standing at the head of the bed with a pale face staring at the parchment in his hand, his hands trembling so that the paper kept shaking.His expression changed and he stepped over in two steps, only to see that it was just a sticky note with "Ron and Hermione getting married next July" in large characters.

He didn't take Ron's strange reaction to heart. After confirming that there was no clue, he immediately ran to the guest room where he had stayed, but still couldn't find any useful news.Even though he had made mental preparations that he might get nothing, he still felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart, and it quickly spread to the whole heart after hearing Lupine's muttering clearly.

Lupine stood in Sirius' room and looked around silently.After Harry's careful tidying up, the originally messy room has become clean and tidy, orderly without any clutter.He walks involuntarily to the wall, where the young predators smile at him in the pictures.

"James, Sirius," the hoarse voice was full of self-blame: "If something really happened to Harry, how should I explain to you?"

Hearing that Draco could no longer maintain his superficial calmness, he called out the names of the elves loudly one after another.Unexpectedly, it took a long time for Kreacher to slowly appear in front of everyone. When he saw Draco who was suppressing his anger, he flinched, and then showed an expression of reluctance.

"Where's Harry?!" Draco didn't bother to scold the elf for his negligence: "What did he do around Easter last year?"

Kreacher turned his head as if he didn't hear, his gray eyes were filled with extreme anger after seeing who the others were.

"Dirty Mudblood, Weasley who betrayed the blood," he rushed to Ron and Hermione and shook his fist at them: "Who allowed you to enter here?! Get out! Get out!!"

Ron and Hermione were stunned by his suddenly hostile attitude just now, and Draco couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Kreacher past him, ignoring him staggering and almost falling, and grabbed his thin wrist tightly:

"Answer my question! Where's Harry?!"

"Malfoy, calm down!"

Hermione subconsciously tried to stop her, but Kreacher didn't appreciate it, and shrank back to avoid her touch.

"How do you tell me to calm down?!" Draco suddenly turned his head and glared at Hermione: "Harry disappeared for a whole year when I didn't know anything!!"

He didn't dare to imagine or assume what happened to Harry this year, so he could only ask the elf anxiously and angrily: "As the master, I command you to answer me, where is Harry?!"

Unexpectedly, the elf resisted Draco's order uncharacteristically: "You are not Kreacher's master yet!"

"This is the ancestral home of the Black family!" Draco roared out of demeanor: "My mother's last name is Black!!"

The surname "Blake" obviously frightened Kreacher, but he still gritted his teeth and refused: "Your surname is not Blake!"

"you!……"

Draco never imagined that one day he would be so angry with the house-elf that he could not speak.With a livid face, he Apparated and disappeared instantly.

In a different time, place, or situation, Ron would have laughed heartily and loudly at the golden weasel's moments of deflation, but he couldn't laugh.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh either.The sudden change in Kreacher's attitude made her realize that her worst fears may have come true.

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When Draco reappeared, Kreacher was cursing everyone in the most vicious terms in an attempt to throw them all out.

"Kreacher!" A condemning voice sounded behind Draco, stopping the elves from speaking viciously: "Don't you know they are Harry's best friends?!"

"Miss...Miss Sissy," Kreacher finally softened after hearing the voice and saw who was coming. He respectfully saluted Narcissa and complained loudly, "Mudbloods and traitors are not worthy of doing that." A friend of Master Harry!!"

"Kreacher!!" Narcissa's voice was tinged with sternness.

The elf jumped in surprise and lowered the volume, and stopped uttering bad words, but his eyes were still full of hatred:

"Kreacher was right! They treated Master Harry badly!! They didn't come to comfort Master Harry when he was sad, and they didn't help him treat Master Harry's blood all over his body," a layer of tears gradually appeared in the gray eyes : "But Master Harry not only didn't blame them, he even lost his life for them..." Halfway through speaking, his expression suddenly changed, he turned around and banged his head against the wall: "Master Harry said not to tell anyone...Kreacher violated Under Master Harry's order... Kreacher should be damned!!"

For a moment no one could think of stopping the elf.Whole body is blood?lost life? ?Every word in Klee's cut was enough to squeeze everyone's heart so painfully that they couldn't breathe.

"Kreacher!" Draco yelled angrily the first to recover, "How dare you say that Harry has...he treated you so well and never made demands on you as a master, yet you only want to curse Is he dead?!"

"Kreacher doesn't have a curse!" the elf yelled loudly and turned around, tears all over his face: "That witchcraft is too powerful... Kreacher tried for a long time...but he couldn't find a way to break it..."

Everyone's complexion changed again and again.They cannot believe or accept that there is such a thing as "witchcraft" in the contemporary magical world.Everyone subconsciously looked at the shrunken portrait in Hermione's hand.

"What witchcraft?"

Dumbledore asked eagerly, but again the elf refused to answer.

"Kreacher, I order you as the master," Narcissa tried to keep calm: "Say everything about 'witchcraft'!"

The elf hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a yellowed parchment and handed it to her with both hands.

Narcissa finished browsing quickly, and handed the paper to Hermione with a displeased face: "Miss Granger, please read it to everyone." Then she stood beside Draco and firmly held his hand.

Draco immediately understood the meaning of his mother's action, and his heart sank instantly.

"The art of bringing the dead back to life can help people with good intentions to resurrect the dead, but the following conditions are indispensable:" Hermione read the words on the paper word by word: "First, the user must have the determination to give everything for the resurrection. Determination and fearless courage; second, the death time of the deceased cannot exceed one year, and must have a body or soul, consciousness and other things that belong to the deceased; third, the user must contribute a holy object with the function of resurrection; Four, this spell must be performed by the elves. How to use the spell..."

Hermione's eyes widened suddenly after the complicated usage method was finished, and her previously stable tone was almost unspeakable in an instant: "...Warning: The price you must pay to perform this spell: the user will...lose the most important thing forever. Precious life..."

The heavy stagnation immediately made everyone in the living room almost out of breath.It is very difficult for ordinary people to meet any of these conditions, but for Harry, it seems to be tailor-made for him.

Unacceptably, Lupine tried to find a reason to refute it: "Harry doesn't have any holy things..."

"Harry has the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows." Hermione couldn't help but burst into tears as she recalled the continuous flying spells in the Flashback Curse: "In order to find it, Harry almost... The entire Forbidden Forest."

"It's you, isn't it?!" Draco strode forward and grabbed the elf's thin shoulders and shook vigorously, his eyes bloodshot and roared: "You know that you will kill Harry and then perform witchcraft, you just want him to die so much ?!……"

"Elves can't disobey their master's orders!!" Hermione yelled loudly, her voice choked up: "Don't you understand Malfoy? As long as Harry has made up his mind, he won't let anyone stop him... ..."

Draco thought of the bag of Galleons again, and let go of Kreacher dejectedly.

"It's useless for Kreacher to beg and kowtow," the elf suddenly burst into tears. "Later, Master Harry angrily mentioned Master Regulus, accusing Kreacher of disobeying two masters at the same time... He also said that it was him The last and only hope..."

Everyone couldn't understand why Harry would bring up the young man who had passed away long ago, but no one could spare any effort to think deeply. For a while, the only sound of elves crying could be heard in the living room.

"...Master Harry also asked Kreacher to go to Malfoy Manor." The elf continued narrating, sobbing, stopping to look at Narcissa and explaining why he was still at home: "But Kreacher wants to stay Stay with him... Although Kreacher knows that Master Harry will never wake up again..."

Lupine suddenly grabbed the elf's shoulder: "You mean... Harry is at home now?"

His focus was all on the "stay with him" that the elf said, and on the rest - he wouldn't believe anything until he saw Harry.

Kreacher murmured a few words in a low voice, after all, he was still concerned about Narcissa's identity and did not dare to hide the slightest bit: "Master Harry has always been at home."

Then he led the shocked crowd into Regulus' room, and waved his hands to break the magic spell.

Everyone was amazed at the fact that such a secret place was hidden in the room, but the next moment the figure lying quietly on the bed took everyone's breath away.

The black-haired young man closed his eyes, lying on the bed peacefully and motionless, as if he was just asleep, but everyone could notice that his chest didn't rise and fall at all.

Hermione's legs immediately became so weak that she could no longer take half a step.

Ron, who had been pale all the time, trembled like yellow leaves in the autumn wind, Lupine and Narcissa's faces were full of sorrow, but Draco burst out laughing unexpectedly.

"Harry Potter!" He strode to the bedside and glared at the quiet black-haired young man, gritting his teeth and said every word: "You are always so self-righteous!! You don't really understand other people's thoughts and you take it for granted To fulfill everything I have, I never care about whether they can bear it, and I am so resolute that I don't even leave room for rejection and redemption!!"

His expression was fiercer than ever before, his red gray eyes flashed the madness of a wounded beast, and his scolding voice turned into a fierce roar: "Did you consider me when you chose to sacrifice your life?" How do you feel? In your mind, is my fiancé so insignificant that you can easily abandon me at any time?!"

Draco stretched out his hands expecting to grab the person on the bed and shake him awake before swallowing him alive, but because he couldn't detect the slightest breath of life in the young man, he stopped in front of his shoulders.

In the end, he just stroked his fair face lightly.

The next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief!

The moment the young man's body was touched, it turned into a fine powder and floated in the air like a paper crane at an engagement dinner. At the same time, his clear and bright voice sounded gently in the room.

"Kreacher, you promised to go to Malfoy Manor when I really left, remember? Go, don't stay here alone anymore. Goodbye, Kreacher, help me take care of Draco."

After the words were over, the powder did not condense into shape again, but fell on the bed and piled up into a hill.

The air froze instantly, as if everyone's breathing was frozen.

Kreacher rushed to the bedside and grabbed a handful of powder, watching them drain from his fingers like fine water in an instant, he immediately cried out loudly unacceptably, but Dumbledore laughed briskly at this moment Only then did everyone realize that he had been silent for a long time.

"Harry should still be alive." The old man's brows that had been locked for a year were finally relaxed, and his solemn expression was finally able to relax: "If I hadn't seen the end, I would really think that my judgment was wrong."

Everyone's eyes moved to the portrait, and their faces were lit up with hope.For this sentence they are willing to deal with the devil.

"For Harry," the white-haired old man swept through the doubts still remaining in each excited expression one by one, and the half-moon-shaped lenses could not block the light of wisdom in his eyes: "The most precious thing has never been his life !"

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Kreacher eventually went to Malfoy Manor.

Ever since he heard that Harry was still alive, he was so excited, he insisted on guarding the house and not going anywhere until the young master came back, and even began to formulate recipes according to Harry's taste, as if Harry had already returned home .

It wasn't until Draco casually said "Do you want to disobey Harry's order?" that he reluctantly followed Narcissa and her son out of Grimmauld Place.

It was late at night when we returned to the manor.

Draco sat on the sofa without any sleepiness, his face was calm and unwavering, but his mind was overwhelmed.The bits and pieces since he met Harry, the short-lived sweetness after the relationship was established, and the lack of news for a year made him constantly ups and downs in the complex emotions of sadness, joy, anger, and anger, and he couldn't rest for a moment.

Narcissa didn't feel sleepy either.After the memory was restored, everything was connected together, and besides feeling distressed, she was also more confused.

"Dragon, why weren't you by Harry's side when he performed that witchcraft?"

The only reason Harry was able to use that witchcraft without the dragon knowing it was that they weren't together at the time.

"...I just want him to get rid of the painful and oppressive atmosphere in the manor temporarily and have a good rest," Draco told his mother about the situation at that time, his expression was full of exhaustion and annoyance: "Who knows that it will only take two or three days?" Time, Harry just..."

Narcissa was suddenly annoyed and powerless.

"Xiaolong, have you never thought about why I entrusted you to Harry before I died?" Narcissa couldn't believe that her son was confused at such a critical moment: "How much Harry's past experience made him It’s not like you don’t know how important you are to the people around you. He may not care about his own safety, but he absolutely cannot tolerate their being hurt. Giving you to him is just to give him more concern and tie him up with a responsibility!”

Draco closed his eyes hard.

With concern, Harry will give priority to himself no matter whether he wants revenge or doing anything else, so that he can somewhat restrain his recklessness; for responsibility, Harry will put everything about himself as the top priority To worry and be busy is also the quickest and most effective way to divert his grief and let him get out of the deep pain as soon as possible.

How could he let Harry leave his side so carelessly! !

The house-elf dutifully serves delicate and delicious suppers to the master.Draco picked up a piece of green apple with no appetite, and suddenly thought of something to call the elf who was about to leave:

"Easter last year, the day I was drunk, did Crabbe come to the manor?"

He clearly remembered every detail of that day, but he couldn't tell if what he saw was real or a phantom.If it is a phantom, why is there no trace of the curse in the room?If it was a real person, how could he be intact?

"Crabbe didn't come to the manor, young master." The elf bowed his head respectfully, "but Mr. Potter did. He searched the whole manor to find you, took you back to your room, and took care of you himself without me intervening."

Harry is here!

Harry sent him back to his room! !

Harry stayed in the room to take care of him! ! !

Draco's face paled instantly due to this cruel fact.

What the hell did he do? ! !