Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

Draco lay on the comfortable lounge chair with his eyes slightly closed, thinking about what happened in the morning. The persistent headache prevented him from feeling much of the warmth of the winter sun.

Judging from his mother's microexpression this morning, Draco had probably guessed who the person called the master was.

Just short of finalization.

However, why did that person go beyond his father and meet him alone, even at the cost of using force? It seemed that he had given up on those superficial skills.

Is that person's target him or his father?Or maybe that person doesn't care who he is, as long as he's a Malfoy?

No, what that person needs is an obedient Malfoy who can be controlled by him.

so......

His father is already on the opposite side of that person?

Draco recalled that after breakfast, Narcissa changed into black clothes and looked a little eager to go out. Could it be that the owner had taken action?

Draco felt like he was standing at the center of a mystery, surrounded by lines of visible fog.

If the Malfoy family wants to thrive, something must be sacrificed.

A humble and despicable family like Walker dares to take action against the next Malfoy family. This only shows that more people will want to deal with the Malfoy family in the future.

And that so-called master is the backer of those greedy people who want to bring down the Malfoy family and gain power.

Draco felt he had to talk to his father.

As soon as Draco opened his eyes, he saw Harry Potter standing very close to him next to his recliner.

Draco frowned calmly, his pupils narrowing.

Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world.

Possessing power that ordinary people have no prestige and intangible power.

Harry looked at Draco who suddenly opened his eyes, and moved his right hand behind his back with some guilt. Merlin, didn't Draco see the hand he stretched out to touch him when he just opened his eyes?

He should have taken it back in time. The moment Draco's eyelashes trembled slightly, he had already quickly retracted his outstretched hand.

"So, the classmate my mother said she was going to live with me for the holidays is the savior of Gryffindor, Mr. Harry Potter?"

Harry looked at Draco who stood up and arranged his shirt carefully. He felt that Draco's shirt was actually very neat and decent, not messy at all.

"Yes, well, my godfather, Sirius Black, is Mrs. Malfoy's cousin, so, because of my godfather, I moved into Malfoy Manor with him."

Harry looked at Draco's slightly frowning brows cautiously, "Draco, are you unhappy? Because I live in Malfoy Manor?"

"No, I'm very happy," Draco looked at Harry Potter, who was a little nervous and uneasy, trying to ignore his own headache, soothing his brows, and putting on a reassuring smile. Harry Potter seemed to care about him. His title, "Harry."

A Malfoy Manor with a savior.

To stand with the savior is to stand with the majority, to stand with the light.

The bright majority is justice, and with justice it will be easier to obtain benefits.

How could you not be happy, a savior with huge potential value in Malfoy Manor.

Harry raised his eyebrows in delight, Draco was calling him Harry, not Potter.

"Harry, do you know the Dark Lord?" Draco stood up and picked up a white peacock. The white peacock stayed obediently in Draco's arms and even rubbed its white head against Draco's. Branch of the mandible.

Harry looked at Draco holding the white peacock. Behind Draco was a sea of ​​fiery red roses. Bathed in the warm winter sun, Draco looked like a blooming sacred white rose.

"I know," one cannot survive while the other survives, "that I will defeat him."

"Don't worry, Draco."

I will kill him for all I hold dear.

Draco looked up at Harry and smiled, good, now completely confirmed.

That owner is indeed the Dark Lord. Since Harry Potter knows that the Dark Lord has been resurrected, it means that the camp representing justice has begun to take action.

And his father belongs to the righteous side.

Therefore, the Dark Lord needs a new Malfoy under his control, so that he can order more pure-blood families to serve him more quickly.

Draco put down the white peacock in his arms and stretched out his hand to Harry, "Would you like to go to the Malfoy family's library with me? I think we need to learn more advanced spells. If the opponent we want to defeat is the entire wizarding world, The words of the Dark Lord that everyone fears.”

Harry almost without hesitation put his hand on Draco's pale, thin but extremely handsome hand.

For the third time, Draco reached out to him.

And this time, he finally held Draco's hand.

How could Draco be a fleeting meteor? He was clearly the bright moon hanging high in the sky.