[hp] Pure White Age

She glanced at them lightly, and passed by them, followed by Draco and Lucius Malfoy.

[Good evening, Fudge,] Lucius walked up to Fudge and held out his hand, [Please allow me to introduce my wife, Narcissa, and my son, Draco. ] He seemed to have completely forgotten to shake hands with Arthur who was standing aside.

Ron noticed that Dad was uncomfortable - with the defensive look on his face he always had when he saw Lucius Malfoy - and he turned away, as if taking a step outside to see what was going on on the field.

[Ah, Weasley. ] A voice cut him off, and Lucius walked up to them, and Ron noticed that his blond hair had grown longer than last year, and his eyelashes drooped lazily.Ron tried to shrink the image in front of him to imagine what this man looked like when he was a teenager, but it was difficult because there was not much vitality left in this handsome body.

【I was surprised to meet you here.I thought you'd... sit a little further down. 】With a false smile on his face, he reached out to Arthur, 【It must be difficult for you to get the tickets. 】

Ron didn't really want to watch the scene in front of him. He, Harry and Hermione all remembered clearly the last time the two met.Lucius' gray eyes were cold and flashed with an inexplicable emotion.Arthur also responded with cold eyes, but Fudge didn't understand, and was still bragging about Lucius' achievements, saying how he had donated a large sum to St. Mungo, and he was a distinguished guest invited by him, so Arthur had to hold out his hand, Maybe it was just touching his fingers, but Lucius had already put his hand down.

Narcissa was already sitting on the purple gold-plated soft chair in the back row, her expression was cold, and there was a strange atmosphere among the rest of the people.Draco's gray Lucius-like eyes looked coldly at Harry and Hermione.His eyes rested on Harry's hand resting on Ron's, and then drifted coolly over Ron.At this time, Narcissa waved to him, gesturing for him to sit down, and he looked away, turned and walked towards the second row of seats.He walked past his mother and took the seat behind Ron.Ron turned his head away from him, but his ears were slightly red, and he pretended to be talking and laughing with Harry and Hermione as usual.Harry put his arm around his neck and pointed him across to the amused audience.Many people came to the box and greeted each other, but Ron could still feel the cool gaze sticking to his back.In fact, he really wanted to ask Draco if the important things were done, and he even wanted to stand with him, even if it was just to talk casually.But... Merlin.

【Is everyone ready? ] Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

【You said we will start, Ludo. ] said Fudge.

Ron held his breath.Bagman drew his wand and cast a Loud Voice down his throat. [Ladies and gentlemen... welcome!Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals! 】

Deafening cheers and applause broke out in the stadium that can accommodate 10 people.All are looking forward to the upcoming mascot show.

[I don't know what they brought... ah!It's Veela! 】 Arthur leans out of his seat.

Ron did the same thing as Dad, nearly poking his head out of the box since they were sitting in the front row.A group of elf-like women slowly danced into the arena, and the moonlight seemed to freeze at this moment.Their skin was so clear, their hair so soft, the crowd fell silent and disappeared.Only dancing girls are left in the whole world, leading him to fly to the palace of the moon.Ah, they were flying away, he had to keep up with them, he had to...

A force pulled him back onto the chair, and the heavy chair trembled slightly.Ron turned his head as if waking up from a dream, and met a sullen face: 【Are you in a daze, Weasley?How about kicking you down to be with Veela? ] After that, he really kicked his chair twice.

[What's wrong with you, Malfoy? 】Harry helped Ron swing the chair forward, then turned back to Draco and said, 【This is a very normal behavior, I don't believe you just fully woke up. 】

Draco didn't answer him, and Harry turned his head to continue watching the show.Ron clearly felt the low pressure behind him getting worse, and he shrank his neck uncomfortably.He was also absent-minded about the next Irish Leprechaun performance.He didn't regain his excitement until tens of thousands of Galleons fell from the sky.He pocketed a lot of gold coins in the Muggle coat he had taken off, and just as he was about to give them to Harry, the back collar of the sweater was jerked back—

The frenzy for money made the box enter the first carnival, and everyone, whether familiar or unfamiliar, was in a happy mess.Gold coins fell on everyone, and the cheers of the audience poured in from all directions, rendering the huge stadium into a luxurious illusion.

In this illusion, this sudden kiss also seemed illusory.Ron stared blankly at the person in front of him, the person who had just kissed the corner of his lips quickly in the dark.His blond hair and suit had been rearranged, and in the midst of the raucous, golden atmosphere, something had been said to him.

Three words, a very short sentence.Ron blinked.In this situation, everything seems to be in a trance.

【What did you say? 】He said softly, as if afraid of disturbing a good dream.

[I said I love you. 】The other party raised the volume slightly, and he flicked the gold coins on his body, making them make a crisp falling sound, and the voice suddenly became low and light: 【Very. ] Seeing Ron's dazed look, his face showed a look of despair, 【Damn it, do you have to sit so far away? 】

Ron looked at the dodgy eyes and flushed cheeks.Is the veela dancing in front of his eyes again, or how else to explain why he wants to hug and kiss each other so much right now?Right in front of everyone?

But in the end he didn't do it.Looking back on that night, he would say it was a fantastic game, with the Irish team winning and Kroom proving his heroic title by taking the Snitch away.The fight between the veela and the leprechauns was also interesting. Everyone was shouting, shouting, and arguing, but most of them were still laughing.But at the end of the game, when he got out of his seat, put on his coat, and followed everyone out of the box and down the stairs, he still misses that brilliant pyrotechnic moment, the kiss, the short words, the announcement of Ireland's victory. For a moment, under the chairs that drew closer to each other, they quietly held hands.

[What a game!It is destined to be talked about for years. ] Arthur shakes Fudge's hand farewell.Fred and George grinningly held out their hands to Mr. Bagman for the money they had lost in the match.Ron lowered his head and put his warm right hand into his coat pocket. It was late, but he was so awake and happy.

[Goodbye, Fudge. ] It was the voice of Lucius, and Draco and Narcissa stood beside him. [See you at work, Weasley. 】

[See you at work. ] This final dialogue was less hostile.Ron glanced at Draco secretly, the lover put on a calm mask again, and said goodbye to the other gentlemen politely.But now he clearly knew that the other party's heart was burning with the same flame as his, and it might even be even crazier.Because holding hands, kissing and confessing in front of everyone is a ceremony that Ron never dared to think about.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and looked away casually, but bumped into a pair of gray eyes that were deeper than his lover's, and there were indescribable emotions hidden in them.This emotion dispelled the warmth in Ron's heart due to the competition and lovers, and aroused his uneasiness.

Feeling uneasy is right.Arthur said that tonight was destined to be talked about for years, not only because of the match, but because at the end of the night, for the first time in 13 years, Voldemort's mark appeared in the air.

☆、Chapter47 Fear and Boggart

Draco had called in sick the second week of his third year, rumors in the house that he had a high fever, even his red-haired lover thought so, and he didn't tell him anything, just went away without warning go to school.

Only he himself knows that these are not without warning.As early as the middle of the summer vacation, his father had already given him a lengthy speech on the DarkLord to which the Malfoy family was loyal, and promised him that when he officially entered the third year, he could attend the secret meeting held in the castle basement every month.It wasn't until he saw the eagerness in his father's eyes that Draco truly realized that the mysterious man had returned, dragging his sickly body, with a bright prospect of unlimited money and fame.The fate of the Malfoy family and that man's fate were bound together like a chain.

This may be a good thing.My father no longer has to secretly change the black magic items left in the seller. Those in the college who are like him—the younger generation who are about to follow the mysterious man can finally gather in the Quidditch society—because it was established as early as the beginning. Prepared for this day.

[Kick out students who don't belong to Slytherin from the club.If you don't want to be a villain, we can help you. ] Crabbe and Gore said so.The two years of Hogwarts life did not put more choices in their minds, but made the dark core buried in it grow wilder and more brutal.In the first grade, they were just his stupid followers. By the second grade, they had become his father's eyes and ears, strictly monitoring his every move.Draco hated Crabbe and Goyle who were once stupid, but he hated them even more now, stupid and fanatical, fanatic and mechanical, and there was fear in this hatred—fear that maybe one day, he would become Nothing like them.

The night before the secret meeting, Father invited Professor Snape to the castle.After his mother kissed him goodnight and left, he lit his wand, opened the door, and walked down the dark corridor.He knew his destination - a dimly lit drawing room with old tables and chairs, where his father used to entertain professors.For some unknown purpose, he leaned his body against the wall by the door.

【How is his progress? ] the man asked.

【good. ] Another cold tone replied, 【He has a high talent in black magic. 】

He's since learned that they're talking about him, since he's been studying the Dark Arts with the professor since the summer.

【How does his talent compare to Harry Potter? 】

This cold question was suspended in mid-air for a long time.Draco felt his heart tighten.

The professor seemed to snort coldly: [I don't see any intellectual talent in Harry Potter, if I really want to say, the only 'talent' he has is...] Soon, his voice It came to an abrupt end, as if choked by some heavy memory.

Father did not continue this topic. [Starting tomorrow, I want the children to sit in on our meetings.Draco should also get to know the members and their children so that they can be taken care of at school. ...Did you agree to what I told you before? 】

[Yes, Lucius. 】The professor's voice was completely low, 【This is something that must be resolved. 】

When Draco returned to his room, he was even more confused.The black forest that often appeared in dreams became more blurred and melancholy, blurring into a cloud of black mist and slowly enveloping him.The mist entered his nostrils and mouth, suffocating him.At this time, the red-haired boy threw him into the snow, stuffed the gift box to him, and smiled at him. 【What gift are you going to give me? ] the boy asked.Draco reached into the pocket of his coat close to his heart, it was empty - there was nothing he could give the boy.This realization made him panic, the red shadow gradually receded and faded, and he tried to say something to him, but——

He woke up.

Draco stared at the ceiling.The heartbeat in the chest still maintains the rhythm of the dream.After all, what is he asking for.All the fantasies of childhood had blossomed strangely, and at least he was enjoying them, at least he had been.The hands clenched on the quilt were slightly loosened. He used them to hug someone, wear a warm gift, and hold the other hand in the golden sky.

He got out of bed, dressed himself and combed his hair.The boy in the mirror was still pale. [This is the role of the mirror, allowing people to see what they are like. 】It turns out that the red hair can't even warm his face?

【you're awake. 】

【professor. 】He turned his head and said softly, 【Good morning. 】

In Draco's impression, the appearance of the professor is unchanged.Always greasy hair, black robes, he remembered his lover and his gang of friends calling him 'Old Bat' behind his back.

【After you finish your breakfast, we will start tutoring.It is okay not to go to class, but learning cannot be left behind. 】

[Good professor. 】He staggered away from the professor and walked out the door, pretending to be inadvertently put the pendant hanging around his neck into the shirt.It was Christmas, and his parents and professor personally took him to the basement of the castle to take out the gift. Among the two metal rings that were originally interlocked, there is only one left, and the hourglass in the center is also missing.He didn't want his mother to discover this at the breakfast table.

The morning after Draco left school due to illness, Ron saw some fragmentary images in Transfiguration class.Merlin knew how horrifying it must have been when he saw Snape's double on Professor McGonagall.Just when he thought he was hallucinating because he hadn't written the potion homework, he saw a white light and the desk and chair suddenly collapsed.Until this short and treacherous image disappeared, he was already standing between the two desks, assuming he was about to hold on to something, which confused the students very much.

【What happened to you today? ] On the way to another classroom after class, Hermione asked worriedly, and Harry also looked at him.

Ron shook his head, signaling that he too was confused.What he didn't tell his two friends was that the moment the tables and chairs in the phantom collapsed, he clearly saw that they didn't hit the ground, but extended slowly to the sunken underground, and the space in front of him twisted into a huge vortex, As if he was about to get involved, his heart constricted into a ball, almost suffocating, and he experienced the illusion of dying.Until now, there is still residual pain in his chest.

After returning to the bedroom at night, Ron lay down under the quilt and held the pendant around his neck.

Intuition told him that today's hallucination was related to the pendant.Since he succeeded in turning back time and subduing Lockhart in the Chamber of Secrets last semester, he did not know how many times he tried secretly, but all ended in failure.With Seamus snoring lightly, he recalled what Draco said to him on Christmas Eve: Draco had an identical pendant, which was a gift from Professor Snape, and he made another one for him, and The first vision he had seen today was none other than Professor Snape.

Under the moonlight, Ron picked up the pendant and looked at it carefully.The golden ring shines on the fingertips, and the hourglass hanging in the center seems to be solidified, and does not drop fine sand to any side.However, he noticed that the amount of fine sand in the upper and lower containers had changed compared to before. Before today, they were clearly all in one of them.

It was a week before Draco went back to school again, and Ron couldn't wait to ask him about the pendant, but couldn't find the opportunity right away.His lover is entangled in a lot of homework and club affairs, and has to deal with the greetings and greetings of the people in the college.At Monday's breakfast table, Hermione frowned and stared at the long Slytherin table for a long time.

[Don't you think this scene is strange? ] she said to Harry and Ron.

【What's the meaning? ] asked Harry.

[Don't you think Malfoy has become more prestigious in Slytherin than before?Also, where are Crabbe and Goyle?The people sitting next to him were new...their relationship with him hadn't been this close before. 】

【Let me tell you why. 】Harry looked back and said,【Malfoy broke his previous promise, it is said that he planned to remove all non-Slytherin students from the society, and now he is surrounded by the same group of people who encouraged him to do so . 】

This made Hermione's brow relax slightly. 【But……】

【But what? ] asked Ron.

[I don't know,] Hermione shook her head and looked away, [It's just that the atmosphere is weird, maybe I'm overthinking it. 】

Harry didn't speak again, and neither did Ron. He continued to scoop his pudding, but in his heart, he faintly agreed with Hermione's statement.At the long table in Slytherin, something had indeed changed quietly.There was a knowing smile on the faces of the group of people centered on Draco, as if they had formed some kind of unbreakable alliance within a week.That feeling of worry hit Ron again, and he had to say that although the time spent together had made him trust his lover, there were too many potential variables in Draco, and his origin was undoubtedly something that Ron was always reluctant to accept. Facing the hidden dangers, he began to wonder if he was really sick.

That afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was shared with Slytherin.After entering the third grade, the teacher of this class was replaced by Remus Lupine, a man with superb magic and gentle temperament. He taught them how to deal with Boggarts in the first week of class, and made it clear that it was One of the final exam questions, students like such a teacher.Ron knew that Lupine had been giving Harry extra guidance for the past two weeks, because the thing Harry feared most was the Soul Eater. Ron didn't take it seriously at first, but since he had that hallucination, he seemed to understand a little bit. benefit feeling.

The second week of class practice was still dealing with boggarts, and Hermione was a bit annoyed that Lupine seemed to be planning to skip the werewolf part.Ron wasn't in a good mood either. You must know that in the first class, he managed to put the big spider on the skates, but in the second week, he failed.

[You need to adjust your status, Weasley. 】Professor Lupine said kindly,【Your big spider is unstable and seems to be planning to turn into something else again.Tell me, did your worst fear change this week? 】

[No, Professor. 】Ron shook his head firmly, 【I think I'm just a little distracted. 】

Lupine didn't refute his words, but just urged him to practice after class.When all this was happening, he clearly heard the sneering sound from behind, mixed with some unpleasant words.As he turned to leave the classroom, he passed a blond Slytherin leaning against a pillar.There was a gregarious smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, and when he looked at him in the air, those gray eyes seemed to be covered with smoke.He frowned, as if he didn't understand why he was looking at him like this, and turned his head away quickly.

This is a trivial matter, after all, most of the time they are playing the role they should play.But for some reason, today's Draco made Ron's heart beat a beat slower.

☆、Chapter48 Candlelight Night

On the way back to the dormitory, Ron thought that maybe he was affected by Hermione's words this morning, so he felt that Draco was really a little strange.He persuaded himself not to think too much, the other party would be waiting for him in the club classroom at night as before.

He waited for the other party in the classroom for a while that night - it was different from the past.Just when he learned to touch a little spider turned from rubber according to Professor Lupin's suggestion, his blond lover came to him in the cold and gave him a kiss.

Ron let out a breath in his heart, smiled and tried to take off the blindfold, but was stopped by his lover. [Why are you carrying this? ] he asked.

Ron shrugged: [I need to stabilize my fear, and I can only do it if I understand it well enough.But I'm afraid to touch the spiders while looking at them. 】

[I don't understand, you don't need to understand fear very well to deal with Boggarts. ] Even just listening to the sound, Ron knew that his lover was frowning.

【Didn't you see what my Boggart looked like in class today? 】 Ron was silent for a while and said, 【I'm afraid my fears will change, Draco.What about the final exam if it turns out to be something I don't understand myself? 】

The person on the opposite side didn't answer. Ron recalled the appearance of the Boggart on the other side in class—a locked door, which was opened after the other side uttered a spell, but the scene behind the door was still a cloud of fog. Never seen such a strange boggart.He thought, maybe the other party has a sense of self-protection that is far superior to that of his classmates, so that the Boggart can't peek into the deepest part of his heart, or he has already begun to receive some kind of training.

But he didn't have the confidence to do as well as he did.

Suddenly, he was hugged.The person hugging him embeds his arms into his body, stroking his hair tenderly.The strange feeling of unease was melted away by the body temperature. The corners of Ron's lips curled up, and he patted his lover's shoulder lightly: 【Let me take off the blindfold, please? 】

[I don't think this is a good idea. ] Ron's words were exchanged for a chuckle that tickled the ears.Then, the lover's cold lips touched his auricle, moved down slowly, and rubbed his lips with his fingers.The blinded vision made the sense of touch more acute. Ron hugged his lover's neck and smelled the aroma of mint wine that made him feel at ease.

The opponent's heart beats slightly faster.A sentence detoured on Ron's lips several times, and was finally delivered softly: [Are you... How are you? 】

(It is recommended that you go to the group number if the author has something to say in chapter 11. I will post the full version in the group later)

☆、Chapter49 Sirius

In the weeks that followed, Draco disappeared several more times.Every time they return, they will stay in the classroom inside the club until dawn, which is often Draco's active request.Ron often wondered why his lover had changed. When they caressed each other, the sadness seeping from those pale pupils overwhelmed his heart, but during the encounters in the corridor, they were colder than before.

Most disturbing was the night before the Goblet of Fire was revealed.Ron was awakened by the movement beside him. He opened his eyes and saw his lover's naked back.The blond boy was sitting by the bed, quietly watching the painting on the wall in front of him—a water lily swaying in the light and shadow, and the ripples on the water appeared and disappeared.

[Draco? 】Ron put his hand lightly on his shoulder, 【What's wrong with you? 】He wrapped the quilt around his lover, 【You will catch a cold like this. 】

Draco turned his head slowly, and Ron lost his breath for a moment.

There is no look in a lover's eyes.The originally beautiful gray pupils were like glass beads embedded in a stone cave, even the luster was dull.They stared at him, and their emotions gradually warmed up, overflowing gently from the blockage, the lover moved his lips, and moved closer to him.

Ron thought he was going to kiss him again, but he didn't.The lover's hand was pulled out from between the white quilt, and he traced his face meticulously.Ron grabbed the hand, it was cold to the touch. 【How are you? ] A meaningless question, but it was asked urgently.

Draco nodded with a smile, and he mouthed the simple request: [Let's do it. 】

The lover's recent excesses have not been satisfactorily explained.Ron told himself that Draco was just tired and that he needed some stimulation to relieve the stress, but even he couldn't be persuaded so easily.His body was a little tired after having sex in the first half of the night, and he knew that if he said no, the other party would not force him... But facing such eyes, he didn't say anything.He didn't want to add even the slightest weight to a lover who was about to be crushed.

So he backed away from the head of the bed so that his lover would have enough space to get back on him.Then they kiss.

Ron disturbed the fat lady's sleep by returning to the tower, and she yawned and glared at the late returning criminal.If Draco hadn't contributed those shiny jewelry in advance, their affairs would have been no secret.Ron slipped softly into the round hole, climbed the spiral staircase, and walked to his bed in the dark.Seamus turned over and continued to snore, and he could faintly hear Harry's sleep talking.A heaviness came over his eyes, and he closed them.

At the dinner on the second day, Hogwarts solemnly received teachers and students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.The candidates for the Triwizard Tournament will be revealed tonight, but this has nothing to do with Ron and Harry. Third graders are not eligible to participate.

After a sumptuous dinner, the Goblet of Fire was moved directly in front of the teachers' seats.Dumbledore and the other two principals stood on either side of it, and other teachers surrounded the principals, half-embracing the burning Goblet of Fire.When Dumbledore was speaking, the students on several long tables couldn't hide their excitement, and they all started whispering, even louder than Dumbledore.Notes flew from the cup, the first on which was the name Cetrik Diggory.The handsome boy walked to Dumbledore with a smile on his face amid Hufflepuff's applause, and the second and third notes flew out of the magical Goblet of Fire, and Krum of Durmstrang Fleur with Beauxbatons was also chosen.

Ron subconsciously looked at the curly-haired boy at the Hufflepuff table.Justin didn't notice him at all, he was busy smiling and applauding Cedric, and Ron smiled too, throwing his hands up.

[Harry Potter? ! 】

Dumbledore's voice was full of disbelief, and the fourth note spit out from the Goblet of Fire.The expression on the headmaster's face changed violently, and the hall was instantly silent.Ron turned to Harry in surprise, his dark-haired friend showed confusion on his face, and he quickly shook his head at Ron, indicating that he was completely unaware.

【Harry, have you thrown your name into the Goblet of Fire? 】The headmaster rushed out from the circle surrounded by the professors and came to Harry's side. [This is against the regulations!you……】

【I don't! 】Harry immediately stood up, 【I didn't, principal, I know that only students who have reached the age of 17 can participate!Please trust me! 】

Dumbledore's face did not improve because of Harry's assurance, on the contrary it became more gloomy.He looked around the hall with majestic eyes, not letting go of any face.

【Principal... Do I really want to compete with them? 】Harry's hesitant voice echoed in the hall without getting any answer.

【Whoever did this, immediately stand up and admit it. ] said Dumbledore.

The temperature in the hall dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the burning candles were reduced to specimens.

[Why hide the truth, principal? 】

A familiar voice broke the silence.The blond-haired Slytherin said in a haughty manner: 【You clearly know who did it—it was Sirius Black! ] These words shocked everyone, and noisy discussions erupted from all the long tables.Memories from the summer vacation came to play in the minds of all the teenage wizards: Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban right after the Quidditch match.

[He has a grudge against Harry Potter. ] Draco said slowly, 【He succeeded in killing his parents, now he might want to kill him through the Tournament...】

【Shut your mouth, Malfoy! ] Dumbledore interrupted Draco, Ron had never seen the headmaster so gaffe.At this moment, he realized that his friend behind him was trembling.

【...Is what he said true?headmaster? 】Harry said, 【Sirius Black... what does it have to do with my parents? 】

Oops, Ron and Gemini looked at each other.He had heard about Sirius Black from the Gemini during the summer vacation, and the Gemini had eavesdropped on their parents' evening conversations.They agreed with their parents' approach and believed that Harry should not be told about this, but they did not expect the current situation.

[It's true, Potter. 】Draco fiddled with the fork in front of him boredly, as if he didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's warning, he turned his eyes to Harry, 【If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Lupine, I think he will tell your all. ] Harry looked at Lupine in bewilderment, and the latter's mild eyes twinkled.Draco continued: [Are you still planning to hide it, Principal?I heard from my father that Sirius Black visited Hogwarts two weeks ago and stole a very important thing hidden in Hogwarts. 】

Slytherin's speech this time ignited the fear in the hearts of the students of the three schools.The principals of the other two schools exchanged glances. Mr. Bagman present put away his mild smile and looked a little serious, while Crouch was already out of anger. It seemed that he thought it was Dumbledore's poor organization.Dumbledore turned around and made a reassuring gesture to them, then turned around and said in a loud voice: 【What Mr. Malfoy said is not completely true. Please believe that the school will formulate countermeasures before the official start of the three-school competition.This is the end of today's dinner. The prefects of each college led the students back to rest, and Harry stayed. 】

The prefects were the first to leave their seats, and other students also went to the corridor to line up one after another.Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, and walked back into the Gryffindor team in three steps.Harry was still standing there with his head bowed. Dumbledore and the other two headmasters stepped forward, probably to comfort him.The Slytherin line was on Gryffindor's left, and Ron caught a glimpse of the top of the blond hair ahead, where Draco was talking to a boy from the same house.

It didn't feel good, and the person who slept next to him every night had other plans.Ron recalled what Draco said just now, what does Sirius Black have to do with Professor Lupine?

【professor? ] Just as Ron walked towards the tower, a pair of hands blocked his mouth.Under the moonlight, he saw clearly the true face of the person behind him.The tired, pale face showed premature vicissitudes, the professor smiled at him, took his hand from his mouth, and pointed to the stairs in the school.

【Professor, what are we going to do on the eighth floor?You and Sirius... oh sorry, my voice is a bit loud, isn't it? 】Ron has a lot to say in his mind, but he doesn't know where to start.The professor led him up the stairs to the opposite side of the tapestry on the eighth floor.Professor Lupine didn't answer him, he made a soothing gesture to Ron, then stood facing the wall, concentrating on imagining something, after walking through that section of the wall three times, a smooth door opened in front of Ron .

[I wanted to find Miss Hermione Granger, but I didn't see her. ] Lupine made an invitation playfully, gesturing him to open the door, 【I know that after tonight, you will all have a deeper interest in Sirius Black, and hope that I can answer it, right? 】

[Yes. 】Ron pulled out a smile,【However, you don't have to say the first sentence, Professor. ] Deep down, he also wanted to be treated as a reliable person, not just a replacement for Harry the Savior or a clever Hermione.

[Sorry,] Lupine shrugged, his eyes became more gentle, and he put his arms around Ron's shoulders, [Whether you believe it or not, I can understand how you feel about your friends. 】

Even though Ron knew very little about Professor Lupine, he trusted him completely before he walked into that room.

☆、Chapter50 Response Room

Lupine opened the door and pushed Ron with his hand, beckoning him to go in with him.The scene in front of him gave Ron an illusion. He thought he had strayed into the stage of a drama festival performance, instead of an ordinary room in the school.

[...Whipping Willow? ] He looked at the huge tree with branches climbing in front of him, extending to every corner of the room, and murmured in disbelief.Lupine stood behind him and didn't respond for a while. Ron was about to turn around, but found a faint light under the old tree that had caused him trouble.

[Where is this? ] He couldn't help but asked loudly, 【I never knew there was such a place in Hogwarts. 】

【You don’t know, there are still many secrets about Hogwarts. ] Lupine's mellow and gentle voice sounded from behind, 【The history of this school is too long, even Dumbledore may not see the whole picture, let alone us. ] When he mentioned the word "we", his tone became more and more low, and he was silent for a while, and then said: 【This is the Room of Response, only