Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

"Father?"

As soon as Harry's hand loosened, Draco withdrew from Harry's arms.

"Why are you here at Hogwarts? Is there something going on?"

Didn't his father already come to Hogwarts once during the first competition of the Triwizard Tournament?

Lucius gently pulled Draco to his side, "It's nothing, I just want to see you."

"Has your headache gotten better lately? Draco."

If he didn't come again, that boy Harry Potter might not even think of moving his hands away from his well-behaved son.

That annoying Sirius was not around now, and he would not let Harry Potter, the savior, succeed in his evil intentions towards his son.

"Much better, Father," Draco's gray-blue eyes filled with a smile, "Mother, is she okay?"

"Your mother is very nice. She even asked me to bring you your favorite blueberry tart." Lucius gently rubbed the top of Draco's hair. "Your mother made it herself."

"Really? I'm looking forward to it!" Draco narrowed his eyes slightly as Lucius gently rubbed his head.

Harry watched the interaction between Malfoy and his son and darkened his eyes calmly.

Draco is like a cute kitten.

"Harry Potter," Lucius's light gray eyes looked coldly at Harry, who was standing not far away from them, "I think you should know what you should do now, right?"

"Savior."

Under Lucius's thoughtful gaze, Harry tapped the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

The savior, the savior of the magical world.

He does not need to have a name of his own in the eyes of those who need his name as Savior.

Ha, he is the savior, everyone knows it.

But he is Harry Potter, no one knows.

All they knew was Harry Potter, the savior.

"I know, Mr. Malfoy."

Harry smiled lightly at Lucius Malfoy, "I will work hard for our common goal."

Lucius raised his eyebrows and snorted, "I wish you good luck, savior."

"Thank you for your wishes, Mr. Malfoy."

At this moment, Harry seemed to be born with the hypocritical social etiquette among nobles. He returned Lucius with a polite smile that could not fault anything.

After Lucius looked at Harry for a while, he frowned slightly and said, "Draco, I'm leaving Hogwarts."

"So fast? Father." Draco looked up at Lucius.

His father would have come to Hogwarts just to give him a blueberry tart that his mother had made for him.

The thing that his father was most concerned about now was how to deal with the resurrection of the Dark Lord.

However, Harry is the most critical part of all their plans.

No matter what their plans are, Harry must confront the Dark Lord because of the prophecy of the savior.

After seeing Lucius tap his chin, Draco smiled at Lucius.

"Let me see you off Hogwarts, Father."

Harry clenched his teeth on both sides, and Draco and Lucius's backs were already gone.

But Harry stood still.

'You see, everyone will leave you. '

'If you are not the savior of the wizarding world, you are nothing and no one will care about you. '

'No one will really care about you. '

'All you get is use. '

'What can the savior of the magical world do? It is completely incapable of autonomy. '

The name of this savior can only bind you, restrict you, and make you lose yourself! '

Harry reached out with a trembling hand and pressed hard on the lightning-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead.

Noisy!

The emerald green eyes gradually turned a little blood red.

"Harry?!"

After Draco sent Lucius away from Hogwarts, he came back and saw Harry half-kneeling on the ground in pain, his hand covering his forehead.

"What's wrong with you? Does your forehead hurt? Is it uncomfortable?"

Draco didn't know why Harry suddenly looked so uncomfortable, so he gently placed his hand on Harry's hand that was covering his forehead.

Harry bit his lip hard. The strange sound, like hundreds of radios playing at the same time, kept lingering in his mind.

It was as if it was drowning his will.

Until a clear and soft voice reached his ears.

'Harry. '

Not a savior.

It's Harry.

Someone cares about him!So what if it’s just use!

Draco cared about him.

"Draco!"

Harry put down the hand that was pressing on his forehead and looked at Draco who was squatting in front of him with clear eyes and looking at him worriedly.

It is true.

He could tell the way Draco looked at him.

Draco was really worried about him.

"Thank you, Draco."

Draco frowned slightly, he had always wondered what was going on in Harry's mind lately.

"Harry, what happened to you just now?"

Harry shook his head, "It's nothing, Draco. It may be that the fire dragon's fire toxin still has some after-effects."

He knew why, he would become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament.

There is something in his mind that does not belong to him.

A voice similar to the one just now appeared many times in the dead of night, when he was working hard to learn spells.

It wanted to destroy his will to fight Voldemort.

Draco narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, Harry was hiding something from him.

"So are you feeling better now? Harry."

"I'm better, Draco.

Harry took Draco's hand from the ground and stood up.

"Draco, does your head still hurt?" He just heard Mr. Malfoy's concern about Draco's headache.

Draco thought Harry was still blaming himself for causing him to be injured and lose his memory, "It doesn't hurt much, Harry, I'm used to it."

Harry felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

"Don't say sorry to me, Harry," Draco chuckled and tilted his head before Harry spoke, "You've told me so many times."

Harry was always telling him, sorry and thank you.

Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, and after a few times, he said in a trembling voice, like begging and expecting, "Draco, can I invite you to the Yule Ball with me?"

Draco half-closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly.

After Harry seemed a little embarrassed, Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure you won't step on my toes this time?"

"I-I'll practice well before the Yule Ball, Draco."

Harry was afraid that Draco would not agree to his request, "I am still the same as last time, I will practice the women's steps well."

"What should I do, Harry," Draco said with a smile in his gray-blue eyes, "You are so sincere that I can't think of any reason to refuse your invitation."

"Draco, you promised me?!"

Draco raised his head lightly, "But you have to promise not to step on my feet."

"That really hurt, Harry."