[hp] Pure White Age

The clamor of the students in Gwarzli, the teachings of the father, and the orders of the Dark Lord, each echoed back at this time, mixed with the violent heartbeat.

Harry Potter is dead, under the wand of the Dark Lord.Draco was on the side of the Death Eaters, standing with his parents.From his angle, he could clearly see the lightning scar on Harry Potter's forehead, which glowed a sinister green light before disappearing.The boy lost the magical power that his mother bought with his life. He is not the chosen savior, he is not a magical boy, he is nothing at all.

Draco looked up.In a momentary freeze, he saw the sadness on the faces of all the righteous wizards opposite him.What Harry Potter crushed was not only his own life, but also the last gleam of light in those people's hearts.The prophecy ball once told them that if there is one person in the world who can defeat Voldemort, it is Harry Potter.So they didn't give up, even after Dumbledore's death, the goddess of victory was gradually stained with dark colors, they also took out their wands and fought to the last moment.

A sharp crow cry pierced the silence.The sound of his heartbeat and those past voices disappeared into the cheers of the crowd, Draco opened his mouth and looked around in a daze, as if he had only remembered which camp he belonged to at this time.

"Please, Draco, don't be a Death Eater." The childish voice whispered in his ear.To this day, he can still feel the hot air falling on his ear, but it was quickly dispelled by the cold air.His mouth is smiling and kissing, and his arms are raised to embrace those around him.But his soul knelt down deeply, kneeling in the tears and roars of the people on the opposite side, as if he couldn't pull himself out in this life.

A week after his victory, the entire wizarding world heard from the Daily Prophet that the Dark Lord was about to execute several young members of the Order of the Phoenix.The reason for saying young is that most of the elders have given their lives in the final battle, and the few survivors were also tortured to death at the feast of the Death Eaters.A great war requires a great sacrifice, and the Dark Lord saved the best sacrifice for the last. He wanted the whole world to witness how the young lives following Potter would perish.

The execution time of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley was scheduled for the last day. According to the trial, they would die slowly under the carefully controlled Cruciatus spell.Draco lay on a bed covered in silk, but dreams dragged him into Azkaban again and again...to the red-haired boy.He had imagined those eyes in his dreams, not sure if they were still the blue of sea water.The boy was already tall and thin, but was captivity still sucking his flesh?Has he lost all happy memories?Does that include...

There is always a time to wake up from a nightmare.Sweat would soak his eyelids and pillow, and he would gasp for breath, put his hands over his heart, and feel the fear that even his mother's lullaby wouldn't save him.Life is passing from his body, and sadness is just a stubborn maggot in the face of this huge fear. It was originally used to gnawing, but when the body rots to a certain extent, pain can no longer be said.

"Please, Draco, don't be a Death Eater. You'll kill yourself, please."

His life rotted the moment he left him.But it's not a pity, my dear, you see.The hands that fixed the Vanishing Cabinet, the eyes that saw Dumbledore and Harry Potter die, the mouth that laughed as it happened.So, dear ones, there's really nothing to be sorry about.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

The dagger fell silently to the carpet. "I'm reading, Mom," he said cheerfully toward the door.Clenching and spreading the palms on your knees a few times to get more blood pouring out, and then start reading.The red liquid wetted the soft white paper and covered it gently, as if stroking the man's brilliant hair.

Before the No. 11 wound healed, he was assigned to Azkaban to oversee a mission to destroy data on the Death Eaters' previous captivity.That was the first and last time he saw Ron Weasley since joining the Death Eaters.

He was lying curled up in his solitary cell with his back to him.The red hair was stained a dull orange from dust.Small, spine-like knots protrude from the thin fabric.It was winter, and the dementors made Azkaban colder than anywhere else, yet the boy was not shaking, he was motionless.

"...Is this allowed?" His bones ached. "If he dies before execution, who of you will be responsible?"

The cell was opened, and the dementors left one after another, silently submitting to him.His family is now a symbol of majesty, just as he has always wanted it since childhood.

He entered the cell and slowly knelt down in front of the boy.

Perhaps feeling the rising temperature, the boy's body trembled.The scar on Draco's wrist ached, his hand inches from the boy's.A few inches away is heaven and hell.It was a piece of firewood picked up by the dying man in the snowstorm, which was far from enough for him to keep warm, but this piece of firewood ignited the glowing heat in his heart.Tears and blood bubbling inside him, everything that could prove his life came to life briefly, and he took the boy's hand and turned him over.When he tried to hold him on his lap, he was amazed how light he had become, as if he had never embraced such a light thing in his life, the flesh and bones that had been plump melted into a mass of feathers, gently clinging to the he.

He kissed his dry lips, closed eyes and forehead, and buried his head into the side of his neck.Suddenly he realized that he would never again smell the fresh scent of soap seeping from under the collar of his old shirt.The soap and the shirt were dead things, the person in his arms had given them hopeless connotations.Ron Weasley was able to destroy so much, he changed his life forever by hollowing out the meaning of words like love.This poison will continue to spread, spreading to weddings, families, champagne, lullabies.

He lit his wands to warm each other and hugged him a little tighter.When was the last time he hugged him like this?He couldn't remember, maybe not at all.Their quarrel started from the first grade, and the entanglement started from the fifth grade.The first misfire in the prefect's lavatory was a product of anger and provocation, until they shared saliva and bodies in the Requirement Room, always scrambling and complaining as they parted, carefully avoiding those superfluous steps.Both have too much self-esteem, vowing not to make a mistake until the other crosses the line.The game continued without incident, until Ron Weasley touched Draco's deepest bottom line.

"Please, Draco, don't be a Death Eater. You'll kill yourself, please."

"You don't know anything."

We didn't understand anything then.

The boy's chest rose and fell, and he subconsciously moved towards the heat source, while Draco smoothed his red hair to bring out its original color.For a moment he wished that the boy died today, that he could wash his hair and his body, heal the wounds on his body, and warm his lips before he died.But he didn't even have such power.

"I love you," he said, "I love you."

He has already crossed the line.He had smiled at the boy's wandering gaze; kissed the boy's reddened earlobe; called his name during orgasm, thinking that as long as he didn't say those three words, he didn't lose the stupid game.

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Ron Weasley, a core member of the Order of the Phoenix, was sentenced to Cruciatus in October 1997 and was only 10 years old when he died.

Draco Malfoy, a senior therapist at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, committed suicide at his home in October 2007 at the age of 10.

"Please, Draco, don't be a Death Eater. You'll kill yourself, please."

"it is good."

☆、Chapter97SherryDream(2)

Draco thought he was having a dream.

The boy who smelled of roses clung to him, wrapping his arms around his neck.The couch in the lounge was not enough for two teenagers to lie side by side, but luckily they didn't need it either.Draco carefully held Ron's body down and kissed his hot cheek.The other party's breathing was at the same frequency as his, and the smell of sherry spread in the ups and downs of his chest, this chaotic sweetness was given to him by him.After realizing that this is not a memory space, the tenderness in his heart swelled, and he restrained the impulse of pure sexual desire. "It's true," he said to himself, "he knew it was you and he didn't say no. 】

He kissed him delicately, leaving traces of nostalgia on the side of his neck and chest.The half-comatose boy took all his flirting.He buried his head in Draco's left shoulder, itching slightly as the red hair and golden eyelashes fluttered against his skin.When Draco bent down to play with his nipples, he twisted his body impatiently, instinctively found the nape of the neck that released the peppermint pheromone, and stroked lightly, so that Draco couldn't restrain himself from moaning, looking More like the one in heat.His voice irritated the boy, and he grabbed his shoulders and lifted him, sending Draco slamming onto him.After a sigh of satisfaction, hot lips closed Draco's mouth.

Even in his delirium, Ron knew how to kiss so well, as if the only instinct left in a rutting animal.The fierce dance of the tip of the tongue stirred Draco's mind and body into foam on the liquor, which was soft and delicate and could be kneaded into any shape.The only thing he could do was hug the other's waist tightly and squeeze his desire between the boy's legs.Muscles trained by Quidditch rub against each other through sweat, showing eroticism under the dim light.

It took Draco a moment to get away from Ron, pulling off his pants, as if the boy's cum had stuck to him.After he made some space on the sofa, the red-haired boy still kept his eyes closed, and quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his cock, which was particularly sensitive due to heat, stood up again, which made Draco's lower body hot again A few points.He helped Ron turn over, refraining from stroking the hickey on the side of the man's side and the long, strong legs, lest he come out before he penetrated.Ron's whole body was an unhealthy pink, and even though his body was in a state of extreme excitement, his eyelashes were always drooping tiredly, as if he had a high fever-this was a side effect of the inhibitor.Draco didn't dare to think about how many doses of inhibitors Ron had tried since they left, all the while feeling morbidly sweet inside.He ran his fingers into the warm, moist asshole, expanding in heat was always easier than usual, and he quickly reached the second and third.Ron buried his face in the cushion, his waist was controlled by Draco, and he naturally formed a kneeling posture. His groans became weaker and softer, and his round buttocks tried to move backwards, almost sitting on the three legs in his body. on the finger.

Draco was about to be killed by the sight in front of him.He had never seen Ron like this in his thin memory, maybe he enjoyed it in the part of his memory that was broken, but it was the first time for him now.He took off his panties as fast as he could, and his penis pressed against the involuntarily contracting hole, stretching it out little by little until he fucked it thoroughly.He tossed and played with the upturned ass beneath him, kneading it into red marks, and held the boy's waist to fuck him deeper.Ron no longer pressed his lips to the cushions, a stream of broken moans teasing his hearing.He was glad that he had cast the isolation spell in advance, no one would be attracted by this lewd voice.

Ron Weasley could only rely on him.

He leaned forward and nibbled lightly on the back of the neck that had been licked brightly, like a beast swearing his sovereignty.Drowning-like gasps came, and the scent of roses gushed out in an instant, so strong that Draco's eyes turned red.The people under him twisted their bodies restlessly, Draco knew his intentions, [No, dear,] he kissed his earlobe, pulled off the tie around his neck to bind his hands, the red-haired boy frowned Frowning, he didn't seem to understand the situation at the moment, until Draco grabbed the root of his genitals with his hand, he was stimulated to scream. 【You can't ejaculate too much... Ha...】 He panted, his lips pressed against the side of the boy's face, 【...with me? 】

He moved violently regardless of the other party's wishes, the peppermint stabbed the rose with pungentness, and wrapped it gently in his arms.Draco withdrew his cock on the verge of ejaculation, and with a disgruntled grunt, turned Ron over so his legs were wide open, back into that soft spot again.The boy couldn't help wrapping his arms around his neck, and kissed Draco's shoulder softly. [Look at me, Ron, tell me who's fucking you. 】He slammed into the deepest part of the opponent's body, the boy was flushed with the desire to ejaculate and the violent penetration, as if he would suffocate to death in the next second, and of course he would not give him any answer.At the last moment of sex, the two accidentally fell from the sofa back to the carpet, looking like two knights who just finished fighting.

Draco buried his head into Ron's chest, hearing his heart beating violently there.The sound of his heartbeat was satisfying, yet it felt like an ungraspable void in the overly quiet lounge, reminding him that he was the only one awake here.He regretted taking the inhibitor injection before leaving the house this morning, otherwise he could really have thought what had just happened was a dream, a sweet hallucination induced by sherry wine.

In the darkness, a hand reached into his hair, stroking it vaguely.This action made him tremble, as if recalling some dusty fragments.Draco looked up, facing a pair of half-covered blue eyes.Ron's hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen, and he looked very sexy.Draco leaned forward and kissed him, only this time it was much softer.The boy closed his eyes obediently and accepted the tenderness, 【You shouldn't have ejaculated in it. ] He said softly, his tone as if he was talking in his sleep, 【But you used to do this too often, so I say you are a bastard who only cares about your own pleasure. 】

Draco heard his own heartbeat.He swallowed nervously, [Ron, look at me,] he stroked his cheek, [You know who I am, don't you?Are you completely unconscious? 】

【I'm not. 】Ron coughed, showing a smile that he didn't realize.

[Good night, Draco. 】He said.

……

It wasn't unusual for Ron to open his eyes and see green.He stared blankly at the silver-green bed curtain above his head for a long while before realizing that what happened last night was not a dream.When he noticed the blond hair of the people around him, even the last chance was thrown to Albania.

Last night was his own negligence, and he couldn't blame Draco.A wizard's spiritual connection to the first person who gave him his scent was far stronger than a Muggle's, and if he had met Draco in heat, the outcome would not have been any better.Ron even felt that what happened last night was not purely a coincidence.Snape said that he and Draco were connected because of the necklace. During this period of training, he occasionally sensed strange mood swings. Although it was still very subtle, this effect could also be two-way.

He turned to look at Draco, who was sleeping soundly.The man's lip was swollen, there were bruises around his shoulders, and Ron's own collarbone and chest were marked.It looks like they did it twice when they got back in bed, until the sheet beneath them was soaked with bodily fluids from both of them, but now it felt clean and dry to the touch.Draco's cock was still in his body, but there was no semen left in his asshole, obviously he had cleaned it for him.Ron carefully pushed aside Draco's arm and moved to the other side of the bed.His lower abdomen and thighs were still sore, and as he pulled out, there was another burst of moisture in his back hole, and Ron almost couldn't help contracting midway.When his body was completely separated from the other party, his face was already red and about to explode.

His brain finally recovered.Now he has two choices, the first is not to wake up Draco, lift the isolation spell on the bed by himself, walk out of the Slytherin dormitory swaggeringly, maybe he can return to his own before the other's roommates wake up bed.The second is to wait until all the Slytherins are gone (including Draco of course), and then go directly to class. If you save the time for breakfast, you should not be late.

In his heart, he would of course prefer the first option, but after 10 minutes, he was still lying there.What if there are people in the morning reading in the lounge?Hermione has this habit.Or maybe someone just likes to get up early, right?

Ron was in a very irritable mood. He felt that he had forgotten a very important thing.He wondered over and over whether he had finished his weekend homework, maybe he had, maybe he hadn't, well, everyone knows how exhausted a person who uses too many inhibitors will feel after being in passive heat, so he gave up and made it hard for himself.

The person behind him muttered a few times in dissatisfaction, his arms were wrapped around again, and his chest was pressed against his back.The breath of mint gently kissed the tip of his nose, making him relax unconsciously, making him feel comfortable and tired.It feels really good, I haven't felt this good in a long time.He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

When he woke up the second time, he was woken up by a kiss.He covered the mouth of the other party in his sleep, and the other party simply started to kiss his fingers, or licking was more appropriate.Ron admits that he can be childish at times, but Draco is far more unreasonable than he is in many things.He angrily bit his lip when the other party approached him again, and the other party smiled happily in his ear. [It seems that you don't plan to go to Professor Sprout's class. Of course, if that's the case, I don't mind. 】

Only then did Ron realize that everyone in the dormitory had left. 【Are we late? 】【Soon. 】Draco sat up, 【Zabini was the last one to leave, I told him I was not feeling well and had to sleep for a while. 】He dragged out the suitcase under the bed, and took out the school uniform shirt and underwear from it. [You can wear mine, but yours is out of shape. 】He didn't speak in a flirtatious tone, but his eyes were fixed on him, and Ron felt hot again.

The other party quickly dressed and went out to wash.Ron slowly got off the bed, pulled up his trousers, and buttoned his shirt one by one.The other party forgot to close the suitcase, and Ron leaned over and saw a pair of orange gloves sandwiched between two shirts.

He stared at them for a long time, as if wondering why so much time had passed.He pulled the gloves out of the gap, but found more secrets in the gap left.

[I want to know the memories related to these things. ] His former lover came behind him at some point. [I found it when I was tidying up drawers before summer vacation, I think they are related to you. 】His fingers covered his, followed his body temperature to touch those objects that should carry memories. 【Perhaps you can help me remember. 】

Ron's eyelashes quivered.Just when Draco thought he wasn't going to answer, he put the gloves back in his palm. 【This is my Christmas present to you. 】The boy's voice sounded muffled, 【That's when you gave me the necklace. 】

【This is the amulet that Dean gave me, and it was snatched by you.It's very interesting, obviously we are all pure blood, we don't need this kind of thing at all. 】

[This is my chess piece.Without the white king, the whole game is useless, and the black and white queens encourage them to go on strike together. 】

There was always silence behind him, Ron shrugged: [I'm done. 】

[You can say a lot more. ] The blond Slytherin bowed his head and put his eyes on his shoulders. 【I mean... If you are free in the future... Would you like to tell me more about the past?If so, maybe I can...]

The words that followed were swallowed down the throat.Ron was a little panicked, he didn't know what Draco had gone through to become what he is now.Before the hand holding the glove had time to fasten the cuff, a deep red scar was looming.Ron reached out to stroke it, and the other's skin trembled violently, but he didn't avoid it.

[Did he arrange a very difficult task for you? ] He turned his head and looked directly into the boy's eyes, 【I mean Dumbledore. 】

Draco's pupils dilated.They looked at each other, and after a long time they said to each other: "I thought he wouldn't tell anyone in the agency. 】

【I think he just told me. ] Ron replied, 【Snape is training me mentally.I don't know what you're doing right now, but I can help you in the future.So, yes,” he said, “I can tell you a lot about the past. 】

The best of times are over.But now that they are standing here, they can clearly see that what they and the other party want has not changed.It was never a matter of time, they should have trusted each other more.

[I really didn't expect...] His former lover shook his head, showing a naive and confused expression, looking so happy, like a child who has never seen the sun.

[It turns out that Dumbledore didn't lie to me. ] he murmured.

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Dumbledore: [The real world is far more beautiful than the virtual world, and you will understand it in a short time. 】

As we all know, Dumbledore never lied. (dog head)

☆、Chapter98BeginAgain（1）

The author has something to say: I will put Chapter 98-99 together today, which can be regarded as the update of last week and this week~

They shared a kiss before leaving, and it felt like coming home, snuggled into a warm, furry couch, even though they both knew they were far from that description.

Draco helped Ron turn up the collar of his robe.The red-haired boy was buttoned so carefully that no one could tell he was wearing a Slytherin shirt.His fingers slid over the top button, and Ron watched him, smiling with liquid blue eyes.Draco looked up and smiled at him too, this time without shame.His heart was a dusty cabinet, and he opened it and cleaned it, as if just for this day, to let the sun shine in.

[I have to go, Professor McGonagall can't be late for class. 】The boy stroked his hair, walked to the door with his acquiescing eyes, turned back, and quickly kissed his cheek. [See you later. ] Before Draco could react, the red figure disappeared.

None of them explained much.Past deceptions, hurts, and departures all seemed to melt away after making the right choice.None of them is the leader of the game of fate, and they have all been impulsive, making the already bleak road even more stumbling.But they have finally reached the time when they grow up rapidly, knowing how to walk back to each other and protect the silk thread that has never been strong enough.Draco stood there for a long time, the morning sun shining on his back.For the sake of the present and the future, they all need to start sorting out the past. He has already taken the most difficult step, and it is Ron's turn to make a choice.

Ron stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom, and Hermione took back the book that was used to occupy the seat.There was doubt in her eyes, and Harry was down on his homework. 【Nothing happened yesterday, right? ] She whispered, 【Why didn't you come to the DA meeting? ] Ron noticed that Harry's writing hand paused.

[One thing happened. 】He showed her a comforting smile, 【But it's been resolved, we'll talk about it after class. 】Hermione glanced at Harry, still looking a little uneasy, but Professor McGonagall had already started lecturing.

Harry and Ron were separated by Hermione and a passage.All Ron knew was that his right-hand side had been unduly quiet for the entire class.Harry was understandably upset, he forgot to go to the DA rally.Ron knew that Harry didn't have enough confidence in whether he could be the instructor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and as his best friend and boyfriend, he should be by his side at this time and give him unconditional support.

But he couldn't do it, and for Harry, there was still a lot he couldn't do.One of the things that made him blame himself the most was that he never seemed to get Harry's place in his heart.friend?family?lover?Ron admitted that he had feelings for Harry beyond friendship. When Harry kissed him between the bookshelves, he was not disgusted, and even felt safe and comfortable.In fact, he loves and is loyal to Harry Potter unconditionally.Harry was the one he was pleasing and willing to please, whereas with Draco he just had to honor instinct.Ron used to think that it was because his first love with Draco was "unhealthy" that he couldn't always meet Harry's expectations.

But lately he's come to realize that his relationship with Draco and Harry's feelings for him are "normal" compared to his feelings for Harry that are beyond his comprehension.What exactly is "the most important person besides family"?What does "always be on your side" mean?Deep down in his heart he wanted to keep this rapport with Harry forever, but never considered which basket he would put it in.

Dull - that's why he always screwed up everything.Ron looked to his right and could see the profile of Harry listening to the class.The bulky glasses rested on the bridge of the black-haired boy's nose, and Harry's eyelashes trembled as if sensing his gaze.We'll talk, thought Ron, we've escaped countless times in the past.If we have different expectations of each other, we should let each other know.

[Harry, can we chat? 】

After finally getting out of class, Ron stopped Harry at the back door. [Sorry, I have to prepare for Friday's Quidditch trial, you know, set the venue in advance, so that the Slytherins don't deliberately make trouble--] Probably because of Ron's eyes, Harry shrugged,【 I know what you're going to say...it's okay, that's not a big deal. 】

[Oh, ok, I'm really sorry, last night...]

[I said - that's no big deal. 】

【Harry, actually what I want to talk to you about is something else. ] He finally worked up the courage to speak.In the noisy after-school classroom, Ron could hear his own heartbeat, 【I think we should...】

[I don't think there are "other things" more important than Quidditch selection. 】

Ron opened his eyes wide.Harry's expression was the same as usual, as if all he really could think about was Friday's Quidditch tryout.But his intuition told Ron that something was wrong, not because he was absent from the DA meeting, but because something was buried deeper...

Harry hurriedly followed several old Quidditch players away.Ron walked back to Hermione, who was still sitting where she was reading, as if making room for them. 【Last night... how did Harry behave? ] asked Ron.

【very nice. ] Hermione put the book in her bag. [Not to mention the lower grades, everyone in the upper grades adores him. 】

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. [But he is not very well. ] Hermione continued, 【Didn't you notice that he hasn't been quite right since practicing Occlumency last week?Something must have happened in that class that he was trying to avoid... maybe it had something to do with you. 】

Girls are always sharp enough.Ron suddenly remembered what Snape had said to him during remedial lessons. 【...You don't seem to know that you and Potter are not on the same road...】【...you don't need to tell Potter about this, he doesn't need to know...】Did Snape say something to Harry?Did Dumbledore think it was "time" Harry knew something?

Ron wasn't sure.He had to talk to Harry.However, Harry didn't come back until the evening, and the news of the Quidditch selection spread rapidly throughout the academy.

[We can do a practice session in physical education class on Thursday, Mrs. Hooch will agree! ] Seamus shouted at Ron from the encirclement at the far end of the lounge, and Ron nodded absently.Merlin knew how much he wanted to join the Quidditch team, that was his childhood dream, especially since several of his older brothers were also good Quidditch players.

He used to fantasize about being the batsman who slammed a fly ball, or the Seeker who, like Harry, was cheered on for landing the Snitch on his fingertips.

But now he has found a position that suits him better.

[Weasley, great job! 】

Ron waved to the senior boy whose name he didn't know.He looked to the other side of the field - Harry was arguing with Angelina and didn't see the save he had just made.

【How did he catch the ball while hanging upside down with one hand? ] Fred raised the broom to Ron's level and winked at George. [I think he almost fell off the broom! 】George shouted in coordination below.Fred turned his face away with a smile: [Good catch, brother!Oh, don't make that look, you're disgusting me. 】

Ron's long legs dangled from either side of the broom.He likes being a goalkeeper now, he means, it's a crucial position, and he's played a turnaround role in a lot of classic games - Ireland's Barry Ryan is top notch.Besides, he does fit.Ron didn't have Harry's "motor instinct", but he was good at reading the intentions of opposing players, which was not much different from playing wizard chess.

At present, he has intercepted three goals from the opposing team, which gives him confidence in tomorrow's selection.It's a pity that Harry has never paid attention to the performance here.Across the field, the dark-haired boy waved to Angelina neatly, trying to end the conversation.He looked agitated, but he looked more like a leader than ever.

After the game, Ron followed the two brothers to their side. 【What are you talking about? ] asked Fred.Harry's eyes fell on Ron, and then quickly looked away. [There will be Umbridge's class tomorrow morning, we have to make sure that everyone obeys the rules in class, especially the old players. 】

[We can't let her ruin our selection!The game is coming up next week! ] Angelina emphasized excitedly.

Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged. [I think they are implying that "we" should keep some rules. 】【Of course I mean that. 】Harry scratched his hair even more messily, 【In short, as long as I can form a team and win the game as soon as possible, I am willing to do anything. 】

[Actually, we already have a goalkeeper. ] Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, this kind of thing doesn't happen often.Ron's heart warmed, and he smiled at Harry: [Shall we go back together? 】

[I have to discuss pre-match training with Angelina. 】Harry pursed his lips, 【You and Hermione go back first.By the way, don't wait for me to eat lunch—] He paused, [I will go directly to the restaurant after this is over. 】

Ron didn't miss Angelina's look at Harry.Now he was sure Harry was avoiding him.Could it be that Harry actually knew what he wanted to talk about?Maybe Snape had talked to Harry about the situation, and how they "shouldn't" be together anymore?

Their eyes met, and Ron felt that this was the answer.This explains why Harry pretends not to care about his absence from the DA meeting, yet gets along unnaturally with him. [Harry is scared. ] This thought made Ron very uncomfortable, and he nodded wildly.

Harry missed lunch with them at noon.When Ron and Hermione got to the Potions classroom, Harry was already there, with parchment spread out on the desk, obviously he hadn't had time to do his homework last night.Ron sat down next to him: [Are you free tonight, Harry? ] The people around him didn't respond. [I want to talk to you, so I just... find a quiet place to talk, I really have something to tell you... and Hermione and I are very worried about you. 】

【tonight?Did you forget about Occlumency training? 】Harry's writing didn't stop, 【There's a bunch of other things...why can't we wait for this week to pass? 】

[Okay, wait for this week to pass. ] Ron nodded, 【...May I know what happened to you and Snape last week? 】

Harry rewrote the next letter. 【I said it, when I am willing to say it, I will naturally tell you. 】Ron felt his glasses for the first time