Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

Today's sorting ceremony at Hogwarts was unprecedentedly lively except for the time when Harry entered school.

The excited shouts of George and Fred can even be said to have created a heated atmosphere in the entire venue.

But for Harry, the excitement was all theirs, leaving him only trouble.

With a smile on his face, Ron handed a piece of strawberry cake to Hermione, then picked up a chicken drumstick, took a few bites, and finally decided to care about his good brother.

"Harry, Principal Dumbledore just said that the Triwizard Tournament will be held in our Hogwarts! The competition will last from October to the end of our semester!"

"That's the Triwizard Tournament! Harry, the winning warrior will not only win honor for the school, but will also receive a thousand gold galleons!"

Harry used his knife and fork to scratch his plate with a screeching sound, his emerald green eyes staring fiercely in the direction of the Slytherin corner.

"I don't want to know about the Triwizard Tournament now. I just want to know what the Slytherin wizard who blatantly handed Draco the pink envelope before the sorting ceremony wanted to do."

The sound of gnashing his teeth made Ron's teeth feel a little sore.

"Oh, Harry, it was just a letter wrapped in a pink envelope. The Slytherin boy did not perform the confession you imagined towards Draco at all."

Ron curled his lips and resisted the urge to cast a silencing spell on Harry. Hey, Merlin, love is really scary, especially love that seems far away and has not yet caught up with the person.

His Hermione is still the best. Hermione also gave him a nice scarf today. Although the red wool on the scarf is a bit too long, the cat embroidered on the scarf looks a bit old. Well, this is not the point.

The point is, that was the scarf Hermione gave it!He would take it with him and mount it on the wall as a memorial to his and Hermione's love. It would become an important cultural inheritance in his Ron Weasley family.

Merlin, love is so good!

Harry clenched the pumpkin juice glass in his hand angrily. He didn't mean to be so excited, but he couldn't help it.

He knew very well that Draco would not accept any confession.

But he couldn't resist the urge to have Draco alone with him.

How wonderful Draco is!

Under all the shining lights, he could only see Draco, who shone brighter than the lights.

Harry felt that Draco was like an eagle soaring in the sky, spreading its wings freely, and every wing was refined and proud.

He wanted to have Draco, not that he wanted to break Draco's wings so that he could only be trapped on the earth and look up to the sky.

He wanted to have Draco, so he would create a sky for Draco to fly freely.

Draco didn't have to think about anything he didn't like or change himself for anything but what he wanted.

Power, interest, and prestige, as long as it was what Draco wanted, he would use any means to present those things in front of Draco's eyes.

Draco didn't need to weigh the pros and cons, he just had to choose as he pleased.

Blaise Zabini took a sip of orange juice, and finally couldn't help but poke Draco's arm, "Draco, I feel something is wrong with Gryffindor's savior. He has been staring at us sinisterly. Slytherin’s table for a long time.”

Draco withdrew his gaze from the teacher's chair and turned his gaze to Blaise, "Gryffindor has always had strange ideas, let alone the savior of Gryffindor. Eat your dinner, Blaise."

Blaise shut up, okay, it was because he was being nosy.

Draco followed Harry's line of sight and saw Theodore Nott sitting in the corner of the Slytherin table. He raised his hand to hold his forehead.

Although he hated to admit it, he could guess why Harry was staring at Theodore Nott like that.

Because of that pink envelope.

Merlin, even if the savior likes him, there is no need to be jealous anytime and anywhere!

It was just a letter of pure interest cooperation wrapped in a pink envelope.

When Harry saw Draco looking at him, he smiled, and his emerald green eyes lit up with green waves.

Draco frowned slightly. Although he and Harry Potter were two desks away from each other... but somehow, he felt that Harry Potter was not far away from him.

A smile with a slightly raised corner of his mouth came into Harry's sight, as if a clarity spell had been cast on him.

"Oh, Ron!" Harry happily patted Ron beside him, ignoring Ron's voice of dissatisfaction, "Draco smiled at me just now!"

"Draco must have me in his heart!"

Ron rolled his eyes, rubbed his shoulder that hurt from Harry's pat, ignored Harry who was stunned, and went to find Hermione to blow on his shoulder.

Harry looked at Hermione, who was disgusted but still rubbed Ron's shoulders, and opened and closed her mouth.

He is not envious at all.

In the past, Harry felt that the holidays at Hogwarts were too long, but now he felt that the holidays at Hogwarts were too short.

After returning to Hogwarts, he was in Gryffindor and Draco was in Slytherin.

He wanted to be with Draco all the time, just like they had been at Malfoy Manor.

Now that the dinner was over, he and Draco were even walking in different directions.

One goes down and one goes up.

Severus Snape's face had never looked better since before the Sorting Ceremony, and the reason was nothing more than that stupid dog Black who was still clinging to his office.

"Oh! Severus, are you tired? Do you want a glass of water?" As soon as the door of the office opened, Snape saw Sirius who was smiling so hard that he could hardly see.

"I think what's on your neck should be your head, not the rotten wood hollowed out by moths." Snape took off his long black teacher's robe and hung it on the hanger beside the office door. "I'm here. It's a Hogwarts dinner, not a Death Eater party."

Sirius' eyebrows furrowed in concern, "Don't be like this, Severus, we will find a way. Don't go to him, even if he calls you after he is resurrected, okay?"

Severus Snape turned around and didn't speak. His black eyes just looked at Sirius, who was standing in front of him and looked very worried.

The silent atmosphere was like a loud slap, hitting Sirius hard on the face.

Think of a way, what can he do...

He has thought of all options.

Lucius was originally their next choice, but Voldemort's soul fragments tried their best to remember Lucius's face before being destroyed.

The screams of resentment and reluctance seemed to still echo in Sirius's ears.

But they must defeat Voldemort, for Harry and for the wizarding world.

But......

Sirius lowered his head in frustration. He would rather take risks on his own than to have Severus fall into a life-and-death crisis again.

He was afraid, afraid that Severus would die like he did in his last life, by Nagini's huge and smelly snake's mouth.

What a cruel way to die.

It hurts so much.

He was distressed.

"Yes, there will be a way...Severus, please, I beg you..."

"Even if he calls you, don't go. Don't go, okay?"

The light gray eyes were filled with water, and Sirius' raised face was already extremely wet.

Yes, for Harry and the wizarding world, they must defeat Voldemort, but why should Severus make the sacrifice?

This is not fair.