[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco opened his eyes.

The closed door, the drawn curtains and the dark room, and himself in the only hospital bed, all gave Draco an illusion, as if he had returned to the new life again. that night.But obviously not, he still clearly remembered the fierce battle at Malfoy Manor, the splashing spells, and the disappearing Dark Lord.Draco closed his eyes and tried to sit up, but when he moved, his head hurt badly, which was the sequelae of the overdraft of magic power.Sure enough, it was still too weak.Draco shook his head.

With a click, the door swung open.The sudden bright light made Draco raise his hand subconsciously to cover his eyes.

"Who is there?"

"You're awake, ha, great. It's me." Harry's voice.He closed the door and quickly walked to the window and drew the curtains. The sky outside was already bright, "Madame Pomfrey said you should wake up, so I'll come over and have a look, and bring the potion here, look—" He pulled out of his robe He took out two potions from his pocket and held them up to Draco's eyes, "Soothing Potion and Restoration Potion, Professor Snape told you to drink it when you wake up."

"Oh." Draco frowned and tried to sit up again, Harry quickly reached out to help, and helped put an extra pillow behind him. "Thank you," Draco said quickly, he took two potions and drank them up, the bad taste made his frown tighten, "What happened after that, after I lost consciousness?"

"The Aurors came and took all the Death Eaters away. A few members of the Order were injured, but not seriously, and Mr. Weasley and Lupine sent them to St. Mungo's, thanks to—" Ha Leigh touched his nose uncomfortably, "Thanks to Professor Snape's Felicia."

"And Polyjuice Potion." Draco softened his expression.

"Yes, and Polyjuice Potion," Harry agreed.

"So, have they found the Dark Lord?" Draco asked.

"Unfortunately not." Harry sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed in frustration, "I only found his wand, in fact..." Harry looked at Draco with some hesitation, "In fact, he didn't A few people want to believe Voldemort is alive, they think he's dead, Aurors, Ministry of Magic people. Four Killing Curses, Draco, no one survives four Killing Curses."

"Hmph Ministry of Magic." Draco pulled up his sleeves, and the ugly mark on his arm was so faint that he could barely see it, but it was still there, engraved on his skin, and burned deep in his soul. "There are still Horcruxes that haven't been destroyed," Draco pulled his sleeves back up, "something must have been missed." Light gray eyes looked at another person in the room.

"Hey man, don't look at me like that." Harry stood up with a jerk and took two steps back unconsciously, "I saw it dead, the one in my head. It was an ugly baby, dead in a basket It's right under the bench at King's Cross, really, I could swear it."

"Oh, well, that's good." Draco said, with a hint of regret in his tone, and when he saw Harry backing away again, Draco sneered, "You, are you scared?" Potter?"

"Uh—" Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment, "You just looked like you wanted me to die again."

Draco hooked the corners of his mouth happily, and suddenly, his smile froze.

"Why am I at Hogwarts Potter? Why not send me to St. Mungo's too? What about the others, my parents and Severus? Where are they?"

"They, ah, they." Harry closed his mouth repeatedly and sat down again, "Well, they were taken away by the Aurors."

"Abducted by an Auror? Why?"

"Because of the Unforgivable Curses," Harry replied, "the Ministry of Magic accused them of using Avada Kedavra without the legal permission."

"Even to the Dark Lord?" Draco's voice rose exaggeratedly.

"Even against the Dark Lord." Harry nodded helplessly, he turned to look at the wall clock on the wall, "The trial should be over by this time, don't worry, Dumbledore said it was just going through the procedure, we have enough evidence and witnesses to prove their innocence."

Suddenly there was a series of footsteps in the corridor, followed by the door being opened.Draco looked up when he saw his mother rush in from outside and hug him.She was followed by his father, Vice-Headmaster McGonagall, and Severus.snape.

"Oh Merlin." Narcissa sighed and kept kissing her son's cheek.Lucius passed Harry and sat on the other side of the bed: "How is it, son?"

"I'm fine Daddy," Draco said, taking a deep look over Lucius at Snape, before continuing to address his parents, "There's never been a better time." He said He wanted to ask his father about the Carlos, but at the moment when he actually saw Lucius, it didn't matter what the truth was.

"I'm so glad you're all right Draco." Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from the room, "Thank you Minerva, please remove your cloak if it's convenient."

"Alright Albus." McGonagall tore something off, and only then did the rest of the room notice that a portrait of the late previous headmaster was floating beside her.The old man with the white beard opened his mouth and looked a little regretful. Although everyone was looking at him, no one showed even the slightest surprise at his appearance, including his golden boy.

After an awkward pause, Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Everyone is here, let's talk about something serious. Now, I need a table long enough." Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Severus, please."

Snape waved his wand blankly, Dumbledore got what he wanted, and then he looked at McGonagall: "Minerva."

Mag nodded to him, pulled a small bag from her sleeve, and she unzipped it.The people in the room moved towards the table spontaneously, and Draco lifted the covers and stood up.I only saw Voldemort's destroyed Horcruxes. From Riddle's diary, ring, crown, locket, gold cup to Nagini's head, they were placed on the table in the order of destruction, a total of six.

"Don't you say there are seven, there are only six here." Lucius frowned and raised his question.

"Actually—" Harry swallowed his saliva and got out from behind Professor McGonagall, and stood up to the table spontaneously, "it's seven, the seventh one is me."

The expressions of Lucius, Narcissa, and Mag immediately changed.

"Don't be nervous, my friend. I can assure you that Harry is no longer a threat," said Dumbledore. "Is it not, Draco?"

All eyes turned to Draco.

"Yes, it died under the Dark Lord's own death curse," Draco said, "just like last time."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief: "So, there is an eighth Horcrux? Draco?" Everyone looked serious.

"I don't know." Draco said, frowning and trying to recall the last time, every detail, every single one, and finally he could only shake his head.

The atmosphere became more serious.

"There is no eighth." Snape, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.He walked to the table and pulled Harry away, and pulled out his wand: "One of them is a fake, any dark magic will leave traces, unless it is fake, see." The difficult spell came out of his mouth, One by one, the Horcrux remains on the table began to glow black and gray except for the one in the middle.

"It's the locket, Professor, the one we found out of the cave!" Harry exclaimed. "It, it turns out to be fake...for a fake..." He looked at the portrait.

"Okay Harry," Dumbledore said, "the key now is that since this is fake, where is the real one, where is the disappeared Voldemort?"

"The Albanian forest." Lucius interjected, exchanging glances with Snape, "Maybe we can look for it, he hid there last time."

"That's one direction," said Dumbledore, "where else?"

"His father's grave, yes, yes!" said Harry loudly. "He needs his father's bones if he wants to be resurrected. I remember, I remember!"

"Very good!" Dumbledore nodded towards McGonagall, "Minerva, tell the others to go to Little Hangleton, no, you take Remus to go in person, hurry up."

Mag nodded, and then left the room.

"Draco, do you have something to say?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Draco said calmly: "I think he is already very weak after losing six Horcruxes. Before yesterday, I never thought that I would be able to kill him one day." He said Pause, then say, "The Dark Lord is human too, and he's mortal too, and we'll kill him someday, won't we?"

The atmosphere was suffocated, and then suddenly became relaxed.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, then closed it.Then say, "Yes, and that day is not far off."

As if thinking of the battle the day before, or realizing that the Dark Lord was no longer invincible, Narcissa and Lucius patted their son on the shoulder at the same time...

Draco smiled, he looked at Snape, glanced lightly, and saw that the other party was looking at him with a soft expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a very happy look.Draco's smile deepened, and he greedily wanted to take a few more glances, but when he thought of his parents' hands on his shoulders, he immediately stopped his impulse, and his heart beat.Just when he was about to say something to divert his attention, a familiar explosion sounded in the room.

It's Apparition.

"Dobby!" Lucius yelled in astonishment.

"It's Dobby, master. Dobby is a good elf who obeyed his master's order and brought today's "Daily Prophet." The elf suddenly appeared in the ward and bowed exaggeratedly.It respectfully handed the newspaper in front of Lucius, "Please, master. Dobby's master is also a good master. He ordered Dobby to help Harry Potter's friends, and Dobby would send them food every day. Delivering medicine. Only Dobby can enter the master's cell without anyone noticing, Dobby is a good elf, Dobby..."

"Shut up Dobby." Seeing Harry's eyes wide open in surprise, Lucius yelled in a low voice, took out the newspaper in Dobby's hand and threw it into Harry's arms, with a bit of gnashing of teeth .

Dumbledore laughed: "In fact, Lucius, Ollivander and the others (those locked in the dungeon) asked me to thank you, thanks to your secret care..."

"That's nothing." Lucius held up his hand to stop his chatter, "Malfoy will be honored later, right Dumbledore?" (Narcisa patted her husband's arm disapprovingly)

"I think so." Dumbledore touched his nose, then quickly changed the subject, "What's in the paper, Harry?"

Harry quickly flipped through the newspaper, looked up, and looked up: "It says that the Dark Lord is dead, and it's a notice from the Ministry of Magic."

"Sure enough." Draco whispered, "What else?"

"And—" Harry turned a page back, "Ha! Rita Skeeter says I'm Voldemort's successor because my Animagus is a snake!"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Go ahead."

Harry pursed his lips and continued to roll back, then his glasses widened in disbelief: "That pink toad turned out to be the Minister of Magic?"

"Minister of Magic? Who? Why hasn't anyone notified me?" Lucius asked, frowning.

"Because until last night, Lucius. Malfoy was just dead," Snape snapped.

Lucius choked and said helplessly, "Okay, then who is that?"

"Dolores Umbridge, a senior official of the Ministry of Magic," said Snape.

"And was a senior investigator at Hogwarts." Draco added, "Is that Potter?"

Harry didn't respond, just stared blankly at the newspaper in his hand, as if trying to stare through it.Draco walked towards him, "Potter?"

"I found it." Harry murmured, his hand holding the newspaper trembling slightly, "The last Horcrux is hanging on Umbridge's neck!"

Following the direction of Harry's line of sight, in the center of the newspaper, the new Minister of Magic was waving his hands proudly, and the round locket on his chest reflected the light of the flashing lights flickeringly.