[HP] Shh, it's a secret

That night, Draco couldn't sleep for a long time.He curled up on the bed, clutching his arm tightly, trembling all over.Sweat wet his forehead hair, seeping into his collar along his cheeks and chin, and in his mind, the image of the Dark Lord's big snake devouring the female teacher was replaying over and over again.He couldn't tell whether it was the scene many years ago or a few hours ago.Another person died in front of him, even though he hadn't been to her class, even though that person taught Muggle studies he had and still scoffed at.

Draco was confused and confused.The Demon King looked so powerful, so invincible.A deep sense of powerlessness swept over his body, and he began to wonder if he really wanted to stand against the Dark Lord?As for killing him... is it possible?And if, if he falls to the Dark Lord... for all he knows...

No, it is no longer possible.Now that he exchanged his father with Wormtail, when he discovered the secret of the Dark Lord, and when he killed Dumbledore who had the Elder Wand, everything is irreparable.And he was no longer sure whether his joining would be able to achieve the victory of the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Even if they won, could it be the victory that he, Malfoy, wanted?

"Deathheater... the team is full of crazy and cruel scum..." Draco silently read what Lucius told him, "crazy and cruel scum..."

He thought of Dumbledore, he thought of the old man telling him to "get back on the right track".

the right path...

4 Privet Drive.

A place name suddenly appeared.

……

In the attic of 4 Privet Drive, Harry.Potter was smashing a shard of glass into the trash can in frustration.Someone left the cup at the door of his room, so that he accidentally stepped on it and fell to the ground.His left hand was scratched, bright red blood scrambling to seep from the cut, reminding him of Draco in the bathroom a few months ago.Malfoy.

He pulled out his wand and tried to cast a spell to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't, he had four more days to use magic under Ministry of Magic rules, it was a stupid, pointless, irritating... Curse Harry He stuffed the wand back under the pillow and wiped off the blood with a tissue, then sat back heavily on the bed.

The morning's new Daily Prophet was spread out on the bed, and in the corner of the front page was an article about Caredy, the Muggle Studies classroom at Hogwarts School.The news of Bubbaji's resignation, the other part was taken by Rita.Skeeter's special article "Dumbledore—Finally the truth?" " fully occupied.

What is written on it?

Dumbledore himself dabbled in the Dark Arts in his youth...the relationship between him and Potter was...unhealthy and even evil...

"Lies!" Harry angrily grabbed the newspaper and threw it into the trash can.Holding his head with his free hands, the suitcase standing beside the bed slipped into sight.This is his school box, which he emptied a few minutes ago.For the first time in six years, he emptied it before school started instead of filling it up.Dumbledore is dead, and he went from savior of the wizarding world to liar and conspirator.He's not going back, Hogwarts, never again.

There are four more days.

Harry stood up and knelt down beside the box.Over there were piles of things he had cleared out of the chest, old textbooks, quills, unpaired socks... four Horcrux remains, diary, locket, ring and diadem, and... Dumbledore wand.

Harry straightened up, took the wand in his hand and looked at it carefully.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a wand that has lost its owner, and Draco.Malfoy calls it "trouble".Harry remembered the thin boy's whispers that morning.

trouble?

Just because it's Dumbledore's wand?

Harry shook his head and put down his wand, maybe he should write to Hermione and ask.He turned his head and looked out of the window. It was very late at night, but he couldn't sleep.Sleep has been forgotten, and even if he falls asleep, he will be awakened by nightmares.

Gazing at the dark night, he suddenly froze, then jumped up and rushed to the window.Across the road, a black shadow flashed past, as if someone had suddenly apparated there.

Order of the Phoenix?Ministry of Magic?Or... Death Eaters?

The man's figure was looming, and he was very fast, without missing a house, as if he was checking the house number.Harry quickly hid himself in the blind corner of the window, he was sure that no Death Eater would find him before 7:31 on July 24, but Dumbledore's cronies in the Order of the Phoenix would definitely not mistake his residence.

The light from the house next door vaguely outlined the man's figure, thin and in Death Eater robes.As he turned in the light, strands of platinum-blond hair leaked from the hood.Harry's eyes widened and he forgot to blink.

It could only be one person!

He hesitated between continuing to hide and rushing down, the moment he hesitated, the figure disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Hey you!"

From downstairs came Uncle Vernon's growling.He's been called around like this for 16 years, and Harry knows who his big fat uncle is calling, but he ignores it and still stares out the window trying to find, something is shining on the lawn next door, Harry He squinted his eyes but before he could see clearly his uncle had already gone upstairs and knocked open the door of his room.

Right here at Harry.As Potter moved away from the window, there was a slight pop in the air at the corner of the street, at the door of his neighbor's leaking light.With another explosion, two figures tugging at each other appeared on the bank of a dark river full of garbage and weeds.

"Let me go." One of them shook off the restraint vigorously, and the hood slipped from his hair due to the vibration.The man's face was so pale that it seemed to glow white in the night, and his short platinum-blond hair was scattered all over the place, making him look like a dead body that had just been fished out of the river. It was Draco.Malfoy.

The face of the man opposite him was still shrouded in shadow, only some black greasy hair could be vaguely seen. "You are under surveillance, follow up and put on your hat." The man's voice was small but unremarkable.

Draco's face turned paler.

The man turned back blankly and started walking up the river bank.Under his leadership, they quickly crossed the creek from a narrow place.Rows of dilapidated brick houses stood in the alleys on the other side of the river, and they shuttled quickly through the alleys between the houses, turning from one corner to another and then the next, until they entered a road called Spider Tail. Alley at the end of the street.The door of the last house opened a crack of its own accord.

"Go in."

Draco clenched his fists bitterly, and finally walked in.What greeted the eyes was a dim room, mottled walls and dilapidated furniture, and the smell of decaying wood and dust filled the nose. "You... just live here?" He was a little unsure.

The door closed behind him.The man who brought him took off his cloak and threw it on the only sofa in the living room. With jet-black hair hanging on both sides like a curtain, a sallow face and dark eyes, it was Severus.snape.At the moment, a slightly sarcastic smile was outlined on that sallow face.

"I didn't bring you here to see my house, Mr. Malfoy." He sat down in an old armchair and squinted at Draco, "What are you looking for in there?" What are you looking for in Privet Drive? ... Or do you know what's on that Muggle street?"

"No, I don't know." Draco retorted subconsciously.

Snape laughed, then jumped up from his chair: "You don't know? No - you do. You know that Harry Potter lives there, and you even know exactly which room he lives in." Inside the house! What are you trying to do? Capture him so you can claim credit for the Dark Lord? Stupid! You can't find him because of his mother's magic. You can't even think about finding them, even if they are right in front of you. Unless..." Snape's eyes narrowed, "unless you have something else..."

The pupils in Draco's eyes shrank suddenly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, "I'm just looking for my next target, that Muggle street called Privet or something is so fitting, full of stupid, ugly, mean Muggles... It turns out that the number one dangerous person lives there, so that's even better, and the Dark Lord is worried that he won't be able to find him."

"Ah, yes." Snape said calmly, but his face became gloomy, "Draco, I don't care who you are, you are now or you are from the future, but today's actions show that you are still too old." So tender, so irrational, so childish. You're digging your own grave. You thought you had the Dark Lord's full trust after you killed Dumbledore? No - no one believed you'd succeed before that, The same goes for the Dark Lord. There are always people watching around you, and today it happens to be me."

"No, it's not that he doesn't trust me, he is...he just won't let me go." Draco's lips moved, "You spy on me, what about you? And who watches you?" Draco Coe looked straight into Snape's eyes, as if trying to see right through him.

"Yeah—who's there?" Snape drew his wand and pointed at the wall behind him. With a bang, a secret door opened, revealing a narrow staircase, where a small man stood transfixed.

Draco was also stunned.

"I'm sure you're aware of Wormtail, we have guests," Snape said lazily.

The man hunched down the last few flights of stairs and into the living room, an unnatural smirk on his narrow, pointed face. "Little Mr. Malfoy!" he said in a squeaky voice, "this is so unexpected, you should not be here at this time."

"I..." Draco opened his mouth, only to find he couldn't make any other sounds. Wormtail watched Snape, and Snape watched him.

"You can go, Draco," Snape said suddenly.

"I... I should go... I should go." Draco took one last look at Wormtail and stumbled out of Snape's house.

"Has he found Potter?" Wormtail asked after the living room had returned to silence.

"Almost," said Snape, "almost Lucius. Besides me and Bellatrix, she may not have seen it, but you better hope Bellatrix sees it in Narcissa. For sake..."