[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

Walking out of those mountains, the quiet Muggle village at the foot of the mountain is like a piece of uncut jade, attracting leisurely locals and Muggle tourists from afar with the same charm.

Harry and Draco, who hadn't had a good rest for two weeks, managed to find a small hotel in the village, hurriedly hid in the bathroom, cleaned themselves, changed their clothes, and hurried to the restaurant on the street to settle their stomach protests .

After this period of walking and twists and turns, they seem to have no strength to talk too much.But the dimly lit outdoor seating at night, the plentiful food in front of you, and the chance to slowly observe people and things around you — and each other — finally got the always energetic savior excited , and the young Slytherin opposite him seemed to be affected as well.

They all relaxed, ignoring too much etiquette and manners, leaning on their chairs like the Muggles next to them.This is not the Great Hall of Hogwarts, where there are always a few people staring at me when I eat there-in fact, both of them have suffered from it for the previous seven years.

However, in any case, they must still focus on the immediate goal.This journey across the continent of Europe to find Riverdale finally saw a ray of hope after repeated disappointments.This was a good sign—Harry was considering whether to visit his master in that cave again after dinner, thinking of this, his tired body seemed to be full of strength again.

He happily downed a glass of red wine and looked up at his blond companion opposite.Draco's face was sunk in the shadow of the light, and he wasn't looking at him, completely focused on what was on his plate.Behind Draco was a pair of Muggle tourists, who shook hands with each other across the glass, while a single guest on the left of them was engrossed in taking pictures of all the dishes on the table one by one with a camera.

Everyone here is on vacation, leisure is the only need.The proprietress of the restaurant leaned against the door of the kitchen to strike up a conversation with the customers. The windows of the opposite bar were open, and there was the sound of out-of-key singing. There were many people coming and going from the small souvenir shop, and the children huddled inside and shouted loudly.There were also people sitting on a bench by the street, with their backpacks aside, doing nothing but looking up at the stars in the sky, letting the wind in the mountains ruffle their hair.

It was a totally inhospitable environment to talk about work - Harry was amazed that the thought would pop into his head.The workaholic Order of the Phoenix had never had this rule, otherwise the Burrow would never be used for meetings - he turned his attention to more boring topics, intending to get Draco to respond to him.It's a pity that, apart from the seven-year estrangement and the short-lived relationship during the past few months, they haven't found any topics of common interest except how to complete the task.

"So...Professor Snape is really not your godfather?" Harry asked out of words while fiddling with his knife and fork.

"Who said he was my godfather?" Draco stopped what he was doing and raised his head in surprise.

"Everyone says that." Harry put on an innocent grimace. "Everyone says that, at least recently."

"No, I've never heard such a statement." Draco frowned dissatisfiedly, "I respect Professor Snape very much, but..."

"But the ancient and noble Malfoy family doesn't need a half-blood to be a godfather." -Harry made a judgment in his heart.Maybe, maybe not—he didn't dare to say it.After that hesitant "but," Draco stopped talking, and Harry regretted bringing up the subject a bit, thinking that it might cause trouble if it went on like this.He was thinking about how to change the topic to something lighter, but the blond boy who fell silent stepped on him hard.

The sharp and tense eyes of the little platinum nobleman made the savior suppress the pained cry back into his throat.

"Don't turn around," Draco said in the lowest voice Harry could barely hear, but he could tell that the pair of silver-gray eyes on the opposite side were staring intently in one direction, and the foot hadn't even moved away. his vamp.Unconsciously, he arched his waist and bent his upper body, pretending to be busy cleaning up the soup on the bottom of the plate, until Draco let out a long breath quietly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, lowering his voice, "What's behind me?"

"The person you... mentioned just now." Draco was terrified, but still stepped on his feet, reminding Harry not to let his guard down.

"Impossible?" Harry squeezed the words through his teeth.

"I, absolutely, will not be wrong."

"He, is, dead." Harry opened his mouth wide, and mixed his mouth and facial expressions together in protest.

"He's still alive, and there's someone else, who's alive too." Draco shook his head numbly, speaking intermittently, as if gnashing his teeth in order to keep his voice low.

He scratched the table with his hand.Harry turned his head as carefully as he could, and looked in that direction. Two men in Muggle attire like them were standing on the street, gesticulating and talking.He immediately found a familiar figure with long hair in it - the light of the street lamp is very similar to the gloomy Slytherin cellar, even if he changed his clothes, the Slytherin head who likes to be locked up can be easily seen The savior identified.But he didn't quite remember the back of the other person.Harry was wondering, when the potions professor's companion turned his head inadvertently, causing Harry to gasp immediately.

No, it's impossible, neither of these two people is possible!

Why are they here? !Harry's first reaction was to Disapparate immediately, out of the sight of the two men, but using magic at this moment was definitely not a good idea, and neither was standing up to pay the bill.In the end, his only response was to move the trampled foot vigorously while his whole body was stiff.Opposite him, Draco's mouth was half-opened with dull eyes, and it took him a long time to pull back his shoes in a daze.

But it is impossible for them to focus on anything else—what's worse, after wandering around for a while, the two people said something, and then turned back slowly, not far away Sit down at a table!