Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

Ron held the drumstick in his hand and looked at his friend sitting next to him. Oh Merlin, Harry's entire attention was on the vacant seat at the Slytherin table.

The veal steak on his dinner plate had been chopped into pieces so much that its original appearance was lost.

There had been no news from Malfoy for a week.

Hermione pushed Ron's shoulder, and Ron sighed and put down the cute chicken drumstick, "Harry, you have to eat something good." Ron looked at the empty seat in Slytherin, "Look, Pa Jinson and Zabini are still eating across the street, which means they don’t know how Malfoy is doing yet, well, I mean, no news now is the best news, right?”

Hermione rolled her eyes silently, she shouldn't have expected Ron, a stupid lion with a teaspoon of emotion, to say anything useful and comforting.

"Harry, don't blame yourself too much. The situation was critical at that time. You didn't mean it. You can't put everything on yourself. You can tell me and Ron. We are all worried about you. "

Well... Hermione discovered that she wasn't very good at comforting people either.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not worried about Malfoy. I'm just thinking about, um, my potions paper. As you know, Professor Snape has been very targeted at me recently," Harry's knife stabbed on the plate. The harsh sound.

"Do you think Snape saw me? Would he know that I didn't change direction in time? Oh, I'm not saying that I want to shirk responsibility, but I was really nervous at the time. No one can do it at that time. Make the right decision under the circumstances, right? Hermione."

Harry didn't wait for Hermione and Ron to speak, "I didn't expect this. Although Malfoy can be annoying sometimes, I just think he is annoying and childish... Will Buckbeak be executed? If Malfoy tells his father If so, oh no, I don’t think I’m worried about Malfoy at all, after all, I had no choice at the time, right?”

Hermione watched Harry purse his lips. It would be more convincing if Harry didn't use his hands to cut the poor steak as fast as if he were riding a rocket crossbow when he spoke.

Looking at the candies on the table, the smart wizard thought of Hogsmeade Village, "Listen Harry, we can go to Hogsmeade Village this weekend! Oh, I know your uncle didn't give you an autograph! But you There's an invisibility cloak, right? We can go to St. Mungo's to visit Malfoy together!"

Harry's eyes lit up and he put down the knife in his hand. "You're right! Hermione, the invisibility cloak allows me to go anywhere without being discovered!"

"But, Harry, the escaped Sirius is still outside, and it will be very dangerous." Ron listened to the conversation between Hermione and Harry and couldn't help but remind them that there was an unknown danger waiting for Harry in the dark.

Harry was silent for a moment, and inadvertently glanced at the empty seat in Slytherin. Parkinson and Zabini had already left their seats to go to class. Slytherin had turned a blind eye to Gryffindor in the past few days and ignored them.

Harry thought that if Malfoy hadn't come to trouble him regularly, he wouldn't have met many Slytherins at all.

"It's okay, my invisibility cloak works very well, you know that, Ron."

The first class was Potions. Hermione gave Harry a glass of pumpkin juice, pulled the two boys and rushed to the classroom.

When the three of them arrived in the classroom, Slytherins were already there. When Parkinson saw Harry Potter, he wanted to go up and scold him, but was suppressed by Zabini beside him.

"Don't act like an angry lion, Pansy."

"Brace Zabini!" Pansy glared at Zabini, "If it hadn't been for Harry Potter, Draco wouldn't have been hurt at all! He didn't do anything this time, right? Gryffindor The savior is deliberately retaliating! Just because the troubles Draco brought them before were not troublesome!! You know! Draco..."

"I know, I know, but you need to calm down now. Class is about to start, and the dean is coming." Zabini interrupted Pansy's unfinished words, held her shoulders, ignored her glare, and gave her A 180° turn came.

Harry felt a little regretful for not listening to Parkinson's words. Ron and Hermione were trying to comfort Harry when they heard footsteps behind them.

It's over, Hermione thought, today's house point Gryffindor will not be saved again.

"Oh, look, the great savior of Gryffindor and his friends are still standing in the aisle. Do they think their poor Potions Professor is not worthy of teaching them?" Professor Snape looked at Harry with an air of air. People, like his troll father, are so stupid and vicious, just look at Draco who is still unconscious at St. Mungo's.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor. Now, return to your seat and do your potions homework seriously!"

Ron was about to say that this was unfair, then he raised his neck at an angle and was pulled away by Hermione and Harry.

"Stop it, Ronald, do you want to be deducted more points? For contradicting the professor."

Ron looked at the frowning Hermione and shrank his neck. Who dares to do this? The old bat was obviously unhappy with Gryffindor because of Malfoy's incident. Professor McGonagall had been in a row because of such a big accident in the school. The school has been rectified for several days, and no one dared to touch this angry and serious female professor.

Oh Harry, I'm sorry.

I still can't stand this anger.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he caught Ron in time. He didn't have the guts to be locked up in an office with only Snape and potions.

Harry felt that he was right that day, and Snape did look at him with a meaning that he could not understand.

Merlin, does Snape think I flew towards Malfoy on purpose?

Harry ultimately failed to use his Invisibility Cloak, and Hogsmeade week was cancelled.

Because of that Sirius.

He tore apart the Fat Lady's portrait, causing professors to take notice and students to panic.

After all, Sirius was an Azkaban escapee who killed 13 people.

Everyone in the college was lying in the hall, and the head of each college's grade group counted the number of people.

Harry was a little angry, why did Sirius come to Hogwarts at this time, so that he had no chance to learn about Malfoy's situation.

"Harry, twist your sleeping bag into a knot. Spare that poor sleeping bag. Why don't we ask Professor Dumbledore, whether it's Malfoy or Sirius." Ron lay on Harry's back Next to him, he was a little sleepy, but his brother was obviously still energetic, "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard, he must know it."

Yes, I can ask Principal Dumbledore, Harry thought, Principal Dumbledore will definitely have news.

But two days later, Harry still didn't get any news. He didn't see Principal Dumbledore at all.

Headmaster Dumbledore was often away from Hogwarts during this time.

Harry didn't know what Principal Dumbledore was busy with, but the issues that concerned Principal Dumbledore must be very serious, and Harry felt that he shouldn't bother him with his own affairs.

Maybe ask Slytherin.

Parkinson and Zabini were blocked by the Gryffindor trio before returning to the crypt. Before Pansy was about to spray venom, Hermione spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zabini and Miss Parkinson, we just want to ask you about Draco Malfoy's current situation. We have no other intention."

Pansy rolled her eyes and snorted, "I thought our great savior was going to do something to us evil Slytherins. After all, it's for Gryffindor's bravery, isn't it?"

Zabini didn't speak, but the look he looked at the three Harrys was indeed not very friendly.

Slytherin never despises friendship. If you don't get the sincerity of a Slytherin, it only means that Slytherin does not regard you as a friend, but only as a partner in interests. Interest partners are the most unreliable connections.

But Draco Malfoy clearly falls into the friend category.

Before the blond Slytherin holding the green apple fell to the ground that day, Zabini saw that the falcon feathers of the stupid beast MacBeak had relaxed, which meant that the savior was actually capable of changing direction slightly at that time.

Even if it was just a little off, Draco probably wouldn't be hurt so badly.

"Oh, Parkinson, don't be like this. We are not. We really want to know the news about Malfoy. You know that he and we are classmates, and classmates should care about each other." Hermione knew that if she didn't say something, she might The quarrel is about to begin.

"Huh, you care?"

"I think you want to steal Draco's information from us! Then take advantage of him to hurt him when he is seriously ill!" Pansy shouted overly excitedly to the three saviors, tears streaking down her cheeks. She had never seen this before. Draco's dying appearance is all the fault of this stupid Gryffindor, the savior!

"Don't even think about hurting Draco again! Because you, the savior, and your stupid beast friend are Piccolo! St. Mungo's can't cure Draco! Draco has to try Muggle medical treatments!"

Pansy threw herself into Zabini's arms and fell into her own emotions, "Oh, Draco, those Muggles actually opened his noble head with a knife! Draco is most afraid of pain! Boo Boo Bray "You know, Draco's hand will hurt for a whole day if it's scratched, those Muggles! They did this to Draco, I know that's their way of treating illnesses! But! Oh stupid Muggles!"

In Pansy's emotional collapse and intermittent words, Harry and the others knew that Malfoy was seriously injured and that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Casualties and Casualties could not treat him.

Ron couldn't help but wince when he heard that Malfoy actually went to a Muggle hospital, and those Muggles even opened Malfoy's head with a knife.

Although their family is pro-Muggle, following in the footsteps of Dumbledore, and does not have so many ancient pure-blood family education ideas, it is too rude and terrible to open someone's head with a knife!

Malfoy won't have any side effects in the future!

Unexpectedly, the Malfoy family went to the Muggle world for help for Draco.

Ron looked at Harry and it looked like Malfoy was really hurt more than he thought.

The three people who returned to the Gryffindor lounge sat quietly on the sofa, no one spoke.

"Oh, Hermione, I mean, I want to ask, are Muggle medical methods really reliable? Do you really need to use a knife to cut people's heads open to treat diseases?" Ron said while imagining it. The scene where his head was sliced ​​open by a knife made him shrink back in fear.

Harry obviously didn't know much about Muggle medical methods. After all, he had been locked in a cupboard since he was a child and had little contact with the outside world.

Even if he was sick, he would just lie on his little bed and let the illness heal itself.

Both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione, wanting a reassuring answer.