HP leap time

"That's probably the funniest joke I've ever heard!" Ron grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Prove it, Malfoy!" Harry didn't believe it either, staring intently at Malfoy's thin face.Almost a second ago he had seen Malfoy throwing spells at Hogwarts with the Death Eaters.

"Damn old lunatic." Draco squinted at Harry, not knowing who he was muttering about. "Damn it early for leaving such a big mess!"

"I've got what I brought in my pocket," Draco said before pointing at his wand and spewing sparks. "Perhaps it can be proved, if you believe."

"You'd better not be petty."

Harry looked at him, reached out and fumbled carefully in his robes, and found a shrunken carry-on case, he continued to explore...

"Are you petting me? Potter, that's the box! Take it out," Draco said teasingly.

Harry's face turned red and white.

Hermione took the box and released the box back to its original size. It was a black wooden box with complicated and delicate patterns engraved around it. The box didn't have a lock, so it was very easy to open.

Hermione was surprised, the box was neatly filled with potions, all of which were healing grinding potions, which were exactly what they needed!

Her eyes lit up instantly.

"I'm going to stay up all night drinking these for them!" said Hermione excitedly.

The war had caused them too much harm. Merlin knew that the school doctor had no more medical resources, but in fact there were still so many injured people who were suffering in the dark.

The effects of these potions are simply unimaginable.

"There is a key below, which can open the secret room in the office of Godfather Sif. There are many potions he prepared in it. The secret room cannot be opened without the key." He paused and continued.

"If you don't believe me, there is a letter written by my godfather below, which mentions Dumbledore's trust in me, and what the godfather dragged me to bring to Dumbledore. If you still don't believe it, I can drink Veritaserum .”

Malfoy's voice was weak, and he lowered his eyes to watch Hermione take out some neatly folded letter papers from the box.

Seeing Ron reach out for the keys, Malfoy had a sneer on his face, and he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.It may be because of the open wound, he felt that it was very unwise to conflict with Ron.

It took Hermione a while to read the letter and check the potions, then looked up at Draco apologetically. "I don't check my memory. These potions and letters are enough to prove it. I didn't expect that you would finally turn from darkness to light."

Draco smiled sarcastically and looked up at her but said nothing.

"Ron, you go to open the secret room, say you found the key by accident, I'm going to distribute the medicine now, they can't wait any longer." Hermione said anxiously, "I can say it's us...don't care Right now!" Hermione grabbed Ron, who was still in a daze, and walked towards the door.

She turned her head and looked at them apologetically, "Harry, you can figure out the rest, we'll be right back."

Ron also looked at him, showing a pitiful expression that brother you have worked hard.

She opened the door and walked out, Hermione carefully closed the door.

"Chick," Malfoy laughed again.

He rolled his gray dull eyes.

"Do you mean that Snape trusts you? Does Dumbledore trust you too?" Harry asked looking up at the letter in his hand.

The letter paper was soft and smelled of flowers, with Malfoy-style swashes on it.It looked like a love letter to the little girl he loved, Harry thought, and to his delight the pain in his head seemed to ease a little.

"Clearly, Snape trusts me more than you," Malfoy said in Harry's distasteful tone.

"It's nothing to argue about, Malfoy!" Harry couldn't help grinding his molars and said, the guy's every move and smile seemed to trigger his anger system.

"What I don't understand is why are you on our side?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm also wondering why I'm on your side. Maybe my mind was full of Achnatherum splendens before I decided to help you group of Gryffindor monsters."

"Very good!" Harry believed that he could resist punching him in the face. "Then can you tell me why you came back in this situation, when you were almost defeated?"

"Defeated!? Potter, are you denying everyone's efforts like this?" Draco suddenly roared forcefully, his gray-blue eyes glowing with anger.

Harry froze, blinked his eyes, turned his face too quickly, didn't he?What's more, he didn't mean it.

"I really regret it a little bit." Draco's eyes were full of tiredness, and he tilted his head back, revealing his slender neck.

"I don't want to fail!" Harry sat down trying to be at eye level with Malfoy deliberately not looking at him. "But you should know that Voldemort wants to trap us."

"So why do you think I'm here? I'm here to help you out of trouble." Draco leaned closer to Harry and looked into his eyes, with unexpected sincerity in his eyes, if one ignored the smirk he was accustomed to wearing on the corner of his mouth.

Harry felt his head suddenly clear, his heart pounded, and his eyes were sore.In this dark moment, it seems that chaos envelops the whole world, and there are people who are working harder than him, struggling in a darker and more helpless place, struggling to help himself, Harry can't help but think, in this situation, a A defector can really be a great source of comfort.

"Merlin, Potter, are you going to cry because of me?" An inappropriate voice sounded, and Harry smiled angrily.

"Damn Malfoy, no matter what reason you insist on standing on this ship, I want to thank you." Harry felt his cheeks burn.

"I accept," he said casually. "Now break my spell, damn that impulsive weasel!"

"You can't say that about him!" Harry broke the spell quickly.Malfoy flexed his limbs.

"Now can you tell me how you got in here?" Harry asked. "And why you... and before... if you will, you know everyone wants to find out."

Draco stared at him without saying a word.

This made Harry a little embarrassed, and kept avoiding his eyes.

Not long after, he sighed self-deprecatingly, "In the sixth grade, I found Dumbledore and promised to stand by your side forever. He made Hogwarts open to me forever."

He looked up at Harry, silver-gray eyes lifeless as dead fish. "Of course I cast the Loyalty Charm. As for my reasons, you must know that not all Slytherins are eager to kneel and lick a madman's feet! But sometimes for the sake of the family, it is necessary to give up oneself. I found Dumbledore Lido, he solved my confusion. That's it, I have been silently cooperating with him, doing what he asked me to do, and also doing what the Dark Lord asked me to do. That's it."

"I don't understand..." Harry said truthfully. "But you still think about how you killed Dumbledore for a semester, and you're hiding in the girls' bathroom crying like a girl... although I'm sorry to..."

"Go to hell, Potter!" Draco cut him off. "I won't tell you anything. I don't want to try to make you understand me anymore. You can rub your head against the wall, maybe you will become smarter, and you can get that ugly scar Rub it off." Draco frowned in disgust.

"What the devil wants to know about you, you're just a coward hiding behind the Dark Lord's ass under a spell!" Harry retorted.

"I really don't know why Dumbledore chose you. You are obviously just a cowardly and incompetent idiot with a simple mind and underdeveloped limbs!"

Harry stood up abruptly, furious.

"If it weren't for the fact that you can still give potions, I would definitely beat you up."

"Want to fight, Potter?" Malfoy also stood up.

"My God!" The door opened, and Hermione and Ron walked in. Hermione said with a look of disbelief, "My spell can hardly stop your voices!"

"Dude, I guessed you guys would fight." Ron seemed to be in a better mood.

"Can't you guys be a little more mature?" Hermione said a little brokenly, scratching her hair, which made her look even more terrifying. "Harry! You could have had a good conversation with him!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I should have put up with him." Harry rubbed his forehead, cursing his own impulsiveness, now is not the time to fall out with one of his own, even if this guy was an enemy last second.Hermione blamed him silently with her eyes.

"Potter?" An extremely weak voice came from behind, and Harry barely recognized that it was Malfoy's voice.

"So what..." Harry turned his head and watched in surprise that the guy who wanted to have a fight with him swayed in the air, then fell powerlessly into his arms.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, the room was not lit, and his face and bloodstains could not be seen clearly through the moonlight.

He subconsciously hugged the weak Malfoy - thin and light, almost weightless, his face was pale and blue, his lips were colorless and chapped, and his body was covered with dried and wet blood.

Damn, I forgot his wound was open.

"Merlin, did this guy come here to deliver medicine before he was healed?" Ron said in disbelief. In his impression, Malfoy was not a selfless person. "It may be that Voldemort saw his double-faced face and drove him back."

Hermione glanced at Ron.

Ron pursed his lips casually.

Harry felt a little guilty, he just scolded him, even threatened to beat him, and he was just a wounded patient.

"Harry, how long are you going to hold him, put him on the bed!" Hermione said back as she picked up the pillow.

"I didn't want to hug him! He's covered in blood!" Harry felt his face burn.

"Clean up" Ron cast a spell just right, and Harry half-dragged Malfoy onto the bed.

Hermione ripped off his robes, the wound still bleeding.

"Shenfengruying, this is really a hateful spell." Hermione whispered.

Harry watched with twinkling eyes, "Let me do it, and I'll cure this."

"Harry? I thought you could only attack spells."

"I learned it before." Harry didn't want to discuss this, it reminded him of his fight with Malfoy.

Pushing Ron away, he pointed his wand at the criss-cross wounds on his abdomen and began to chant.

A low, singing voice slowly came out of his mouth, and the wound gradually closed.

"Okay, give him the potion, he has lost too much blood." Harry slightly supported Ron, the spell was very expensive, making his mind dizzy.

"Okay, Harry, watch him here, I have to talk to Professor McGonagall about the potion, Ron, go back to sleep, your family needs your company."

Hermione kissed Ron on the cheek, "You're already strong."

Harry patted him on the shoulder too, and they hugged and sent Ron off.

"Hermione, I can go with you to distribute the potion." Harry said

"You have to stay, you can't let him be found, and you can't let him run away. Later, when I get back, you tell me about him, okay, Harry?" Hermione looked worried.

"Okay," Harry said helplessly, "you go, I'll take care of him."

"I have to say, you look much more refreshed, Harry." Hermione waved away after finishing speaking.

Harry touched his face and felt that his head didn't hurt so much.

He walked over to the bed and stood looking at Malfoy.The latter was lying on the bed and breathing evenly. He had never seen this mortal enemy sleeping. He was as obedient as a glass doll, but his face was so bad. He twisted the quilt up and sat on his butt. beside the bed.

It was so strange tonight, suddenly there was a spy on their side, and it was actually Malfoy, the possibility of this was as slim as if Professor Snape had come back to life.

"Cough cough" Malfoy coughed a few times, his brows were wrinkled, and his head was tilted to one side.

Harry stretched out his finger and poked the center of his brow with considerable strength, which made the person on the bed frown even deeper.

It was funny, Harry poked again, and Malfoy subconsciously ducked his face to the side.

Take a closer look at this guy, who is impatient and has a sickly sexy look.Merlin, he thinks Malfoy is sexy, he must be confused!

But my head doesn't seem to hurt much anymore...

The night was very quiet, and the quiet Harry could hear Malfoy's breathing, which was even and gentle. Harry just listened there, the breaths were very peaceful, he was sleeping soundly, not like a patient who was injured by a knife, but A glass man who has been insomniac for a long time, will shatter in his sleep when he touches it.

Thinking back to tonight, Harry still couldn't accept the fact that Malfoy was his own. On the one hand, he wanted to continue to hate him, but on the other hand, he was unexpectedly grateful to him. When the pressure in his heart was too great to bear, he dared to I came out to help myself share part of it.

How wonderful that he really felt a little lighter.

How did Malfoy spend his time there?He began to associate, constantly tightening himself, constantly pretending?And Occlumency, the constant practice, the fear, the anger... what kept him going?His confusion is not just because he doesn't want to bow his head, right?Slytherin bravery?It was strange, as if I didn't know him all of a sudden.

Suddenly, Harry found that he couldn't hate Malfoy anymore, maybe it was because of his relentless defection today, maybe, this bit of hatred seemed very small in the face of the war.