Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

An hour before the Yule Ball, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, why are you back?!" Ron hurriedly met Harry who walked into the Gryffindor lounge.

"It's only about an hour until the ball starts! You haven't tried on the dress your godfather gave you yet!"

Harry wanted to smile at Ron, but the news he just learned couldn't put a smile on his face. "I was delayed by something just now. I'm going to try on my dress now, Ron." kindness."

"I'll be quick. You and Hermione go to the ball venue first. Don't worry about me."

Ron blinked, feeling that Harry seemed a little sad.

But he felt that Harry preferred to be alone for a while. "Okay, Harry, Hermione and I will wait for you in the Great Hall later."

After Ron and Hermione left, Harry returned to his dormitory, walked to his bed, and picked up the black suit on the hanger at the end of the bed.

The dress Sirius sent fit me perfectly.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, having changed into a dress. His attention moved up unconsciously, and then stopped at the scar on his left forehead under his fine hair.

Savior?

Harry reached out and adjusted his hair forward until the hair hanging down to his forehead could cover the scar.

Only by killing Voldemort can he become the true savior.

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Draco stood in front of Pansy and Blaise. The smoky white suit that fit his body perfectly did not make him lose sight in the crowd of different colors.

On the contrary, it appears more dazzling.

The blond hair was styled to a certain extent, and the hair that used to hang in front of his forehead was all pulled back, which made Draco look a little cold and unfriendly to strangers.

When Harry arrived at the Great Hall, the band on the dance floor was blasting rock music.

All the noisy and chaotic sounds disappeared in his ears when his sight touched the blond-haired and white-clothed Draco.

In the chaotic crowd, he could only see his noble young master.

His Draco.

Like the prince in the story.

"Draco!"

Harry walked through the crowd and came to Draco.

"You look great today, Draco." Harry's eyes seemed to be glued to Draco's body.

So, how could Voldemort not die?

As long as Voldemort is alive, Draco and his family will not be able to live a good life.

Voldemort would not spare the Malfoys who betrayed him.

Only by becoming stronger can he have a chance of winning in the upcoming confrontation with Voldemort.

"You're doing well today, Harry," Draco looked at Harry's decent black dress and then lowered his gaze to Harry's face, "But you... got a new hairstyle. ?"

Harry's hair was actually not much different from usual, thick and unkempt.

But today the left side of Harry's forehead looked particularly messy.

"Hairstyle?" Harry was confused for a second, and suddenly remembered the random scratching he had just done in front of the mirror, "I'm sorry, Draco, I forgot to do my hair."

Voldemort deserves to die.

If he hadn't been trying to cover up the scar on his forehead, he wouldn't have danced with Draco in such an unseemly manner.

Draco took a step closer to Harry, and then stretched out his hand towards Harry's hair, "I told you, don't keep saying you're sorry, Harry."

"Are you trying to cover the scar on your forehead?" Draco smoothed back the hair in front of Harry's forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar that symbolized Harry being the savior. "Do you think it's the scar on your forehead?" Not pretty?"

Draco was so close that Harry smelled the faint scent of freesia on Draco's body again, which made Harry want to take a deep breath.

"Hmm," Harry didn't even know what Draco was asking him. He subconsciously answered Draco's words, "It doesn't look good."

"Doesn't it look good?" After smoothing Harry's hair, Draco took a step back, "I think it looks good, Harry."

This indelible scar is a symbol of Harry's savior.

It is the hope of the magical world.

It is also the hope that the Malfoy family can truly escape the control of the Dark Lord.

"Really? Draco." Harry frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to touch the location of his scar.

Just as Draco was about to speak, the host on the dance floor called out the names of the Triwizard Tournament champions.

The warriors of the Triwizard Tournament need to lead the dance at the opening of the Yule Ball.

"You're going to dance, Harry."

Amidst the cheers, Harry did not rush to the dance floor. Instead, he bowed slightly and made an invitation to Draco, "Draco, can I invite you to dance with me?"

Even though Draco had promised him before, Harry was still a little nervous.

He could hear the cheers of wizards anticipating the ball to start soon, and Harry even had the illusion that these cheers were for him and Draco.

"It's an honor to be invited by the Savior," Draco's chuckle reached Harry's ears.

It wasn't until Draco's hand touched his that Harry came back to his senses, smiled uncontrollably, and gently pulled Draco onto the dance floor.

"Did you see that, Harry Potter's grin reached from the corners of his mouth to his ears." Pansy looked at the five pairs of dancers dancing on the dance floor and poked Blaise's arm unhappily.

"I see," Blaise put down the champagne in his hand, "Fortunately Mr. Malfoy didn't come to watch the Yule Ball tonight."

"Otherwise he would never want to see Draco dancing with Harry Potter as the opening dance of the Yule Ball."

"Compared to the other four pairs of wizards and witches who at least seemed to be a match..." Blaise suddenly stopped talking.

No, why do Harry Potter and Draco seem to be a good team?

Also, when did Harry Potter secretly practice his dancing skills? It's been a minute and a half this time and he hasn't stepped on Draco's foot yet.

"Huh? Why don't you continue talking? Blaise." Pansy raised her head slightly and looked at Blaise's side face.

"Ahem, it's nothing," Blaise tilted his head, "Their opening dance should be almost over. Do we need to prepare anything?"

"As long as you don't step on my feet, Blaise." Pansy flicked the hair beside her ear and winked at Blaise.

Blaise's ears instantly turned red.

Looking at Draco and Harry dancing on the dance floor, Theodore, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned in confusion.

Last time, he used potions and spells to semi-control Anderson, amplifying his inner thoughts and asking Draco Malfoy why he wanted to be so close to Gryffindor and even the Mudblood.

The question certainly did not receive the response it deserved.

Draco Malfoy, who is already familiar with the wizarding world, although he has not yet recovered his previous memories, is already fully capable of knowing who is useful or useless to him.

But looking at the interaction between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, is it possible that Malfoy became close to Gryffindor just because of his relationship with the savior?

So will such feelings affect Malfoy's belief in pure-blood supremacy?