Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

"Quidditch World Cup?"

Draco put down the crumbs in his hand. He had just been feeding one of his favorite white peacocks.

Harry looked up at Sirius with his eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes, it's the Quidditch World Cup. This year it's Ireland versus Bulgaria." Sirius held two tickets in his hand and waved them in front of Draco and Harry.

"We will go to the game tomorrow morning to set up the tents where we will stay."

"Can we all go? Sirius." Harry swayed his body from side to side next to Sirius.

Draco saw the corner of a green-covered book between Harry Potter's swaying robes. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the dark green shading logo seemed to be the crest of the Malfoy family.

"Of course, of course, we'll all go to the game." Sirius put the two tickets into Harry's hand.

Harry got the tickets and immediately looked back at Draco. He took out one of the tickets and walked to Draco, "Here you are, Draco, tickets for the Quidditch World Cup."

Draco lowered his eyes and glanced at the ticket handed over by Harry Potter, then raised his eyes to look at Harry's slightly red cheeks because of his happiness.

Blaise Zabini said that to increase the target's favorability, you need to give the other person the feeling of being needed.

Harry Potter must now be wishing he had happily accepted the ticket.

Potters with enough utilization value can be rewarded with a Malfoy smile.

"Thank you, Harry." Draco said with a happy smile on his face and took the ticket from Harry's hand.

Oh Merlin, Draco looks so pretty when he smiles. His eyebrows are as curved as the crescent moon in the sky, and his golden hair dances gently in the breeze.

That night, Harry learned from Ron's letter that Hermione would also watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley family.

oh!That's really good news.

Hope there will be good weather tomorrow.

Harry slept restlessly, feeling very angry and everything around him very dark.

He saw a man lying on the ground rolling around, and a woman with messy black curly hair was casting a spell on the man crazily, and the wand kept emitting red light.

After hearing the wails of pain, Harry felt himself feel a little better.

He wanted to get closer to see who the woman who cast the spell was, but a giant snake spitting out snake letters suddenly appeared in front of him and opened its bloody mouth.

"Whoa -" Harry opened his eyes suddenly, as if someone had tightened his throat and then let it go suddenly. He took a deep breath, his chest kept rising and falling, and there was no light outside the window without the curtains. Shine in.

That snake, he remembered that snake!

Nagini is Voldemort's snake!

He had an inadvertent connection with Voldemort again. Harry felt that Voldemort was very angry, and Voldemort's emotions affected him a bit.

This is not good news.

He wanted to yell now, wanted to vent, and wanted to smash this moonless sky.

There is no light, he needs light!

Harry got out of bed with bare feet and opened the door anxiously.

too dark.

The candlelight in the corridor did not alleviate his inexplicable rage.

Harry walked at first, then sprinted, then bolted down the corridor.

He needs to vent, otherwise he will definitely smash everything here.

"Harry?" Draco stood at the junction of the corridor and the stairs and looked at Harry Potter, who was running barefoot and sweating profusely.

Harry's whole body suddenly stopped as if a switch had been pressed.

moon.

Draco.

His moon.

"What's wrong with you Harry? You don't look good." Draco, remembering the Hunter principles that Blaise had told him, stepped forward to face Harry, frowning in worry, showing just the right amount of concern.

Does Draco wear such thin pajamas in winter?Aren't you afraid of catching a cold when you go out at night?

"It's okay, I feel fine, Draco." Under Draco's questioning gaze, Harry almost couldn't help but want to tell him about Voldemort.

But there was no need, he would defeat Voldemort.

Draco didn't need to know these things, he didn't want Draco to feel any pressure.

"Okay then." Draco looked steadily at Harry's emerald green eyes that were still a little lively. Harry couldn't help but think of the dream just now, and Dumbledore warning him to be careful about this possibility that was inadvertently caused by Voldemort. A scar that has a special connection with him.

Draco raised his eyebrows calmly, this was not okay.

He didn't want to see his savior who could bring huge benefits be tortured by nightmares and become insane before he could defeat the Dark Lord.

An insane savior will be abandoned by the magic world, so there is no use value.

"Harry, do you want to practice magic with me?" Draco conjured a glass of water and handed it to Harry.

"I'm currently learning Occlumency."

Harry felt that his angry mood just now was suddenly punctured like a balloon, followed by a sweet and sour feeling that filled his heart.

He felt as if he was bathing in a hot spring, warm and comfortable and with a tight feeling in his heart after soaking in it for a long time.

Draco invited him to practice magic together.

"Okay! I mean, I'd love to practice magic with you, Draco." Harry twisted the corner of his pajamas into a twist with his left hand behind his back.

"Draco, why are you still up so late?" Harry felt that his face must be very red, and he needed to divert his attention.

"I ate too much blueberry crisp for dinner and I'm a little thirsty."

"Then have you drank water?"

Draco smiled and pointed at the water glass in Harry's hand, "You don't think I conjured water out of thin air, do you? I just came back from the kitchen and was about to go back to the room to sleep."

Harry looked at Draco with some trepidation. He couldn't find an excuse to explain his behavior of running down the corridor just now.

"Good night Harry," Draco turned and walked to the room, "You should also go to bed early and remember to wear shoes next time."

Oh, Merlin!Draco cares about him!

Draco was so considerate that he didn't even ask what was going on.

Harry returned to the room dizzy with joy. He buried his head in the pillow, raised his toes and patted the bed.

Merlin, he was so angry that he wanted to roar just now, but now he is so happy that he wants to scream!

Draco lay on the bed and closed his eyes slightly. Are all saviors so simple?

Half asleep and half awake, Draco suddenly felt that Harry Potter seemed a little cute.

When talking to him, I was so nervous that I secretly pinched the corners of my clothes.

The trick Brace said really works!