seven days lost

He is not willing to be a knife that stabs his chest.

Draco stood up, moved his sore legs for a while, and walked slowly towards his office.

A few days later, he handed in his resignation to the head of the Charms Injury Unit and left St. Mungo's Hospital alone.When Lucius and Narcissa learned of this, they were furious and reprimanded him severely.They were baffled as to why Draco would suddenly resign without saying a word, and he refused to tell them the real reason.

After resigning, Draco stayed in his room all day without going out.He looked out of his bedroom window at the sun shining over the manicured lawns and blackened fences of Malfoy Manor.He was inexplicably dazed.

Why did it become like this?Why can a kiss make Harry lose control, why?Does he really hate him so much?Draco rubbed his eyes, he thought about everything he had done, the fights they had had, the curses they had thrown at each other, the sarcastic remarks, all kinds of evil thoughts... He really should hate him, He didn't do him a single favor.He deserves it.

Deserved to be abandoned, forgotten, pushed into a deep hole.I deserve to never get out of it for the rest of my life.

He is so selfish and despicable, yet so contradictory and weak, the only time he took the initiative to seek to be strangled by fate.The fire went out and never lit again.

He sat by the windowsill and drank glass after glass of wine, which he spilled cold into the creeping bushes.He wants to shout towards the mountains, towards the sun and the moon, he wants to run, he wants to cross the long river.

He wants to do everything.Everything, including life and death, has to start all over again. He has climbed the thorns and finally survived the difficult years. He wants to taste it all over again.again and again.Thousands of times.

"Potter," he murmured to the window, then stood up and called, "Potter!"

"Potter!"

"Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

One call, one wave after another, one retracted and one released, one rise and one fall.

He is his sunshine, but he can only be a shadow under the sun, standing where the light cannot reach.

After a few weeks, Lucius and Narcissa finally stopped asking their son what had happened.They called him to him, and asked him what his plans were.

"If you don't want to be a therapist, what are you going to do?" Lucius asked.

Draco looked at him, and he touched his nose, staring at his fingers.

"I want to go to the Ministry of Magic, Dad."

"Ministry of Magic?" Lucius raised his eyebrows, he looked a little surprised, "Why?"

"I want to work in the Department of Mysteries," he continued, ignoring his parents' growing surprise.

Yes, he wants to go there.He has too many questions to unravel, and too many faults to repay.He didn't know how he got to this point, he made such a simple thing so complicated.He doesn't understand the brain, he doesn't understand how human reason and sensibility match, he doesn't understand love, fate and omens, and he doesn't understand why people curl up in a nutshell.

He only knows that the universe in his shell is raining heavily day and night, pattering, and every drop contains blood.

It was not difficult for him to get into the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and Lucius used the few remaining contacts to arrange an interview for him.The interviewer was an old man with shaved hair, wearing a baggy black robe unique to the Reticent Man, holding a glass ball in his hand, and his posture looked a bit like the mysterious Professor Trelawney.

"Oh... I see confusion in your eyes, child." As soon as the old man saw him, he leaned forward, pushed the pair of reading glasses, and lowered his hands tremblingly, the folds on his arms piled up one by one.

"Yes, I want to come here to find out." Draco looked directly at him and replied slowly.

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you." The old man shook his head, his eyes were enlarged by the pair of high-strength glasses, "every silent person who thinks he has understood everything is not a qualified silent person. Pursue It is endless, the universe has no beginning and no end, and when we look into the distance from this point in time, what we see is only the afterglow of dead life and compressed planetesimals."

"But it's the secret of man that I want to know, sir."

"Ah, that is a more elusive proposition, child." He showed a kind smile, "The human heart can be wider than the universe, and it can also be smaller than a sesame seed. It has nothing to do with any material reaction, and there is no trace to follow. The Department of Mysteries has a brain room, where many wizards have spent years studying the secrets of the brain. But I have always believed that the brain is nothing more than a group of ordinary cells apart from the human body."

Draco half understood, but nodded anyway.The old man could see that he didn't fully understand, and he didn't point it out, and asked, "What secret do you want to know about people, child?"

"I—I don't quite understand the memory thing. I mean, it's like a living thing, it lives, it breathes, it dies. It's like a sore mark, it's a scar, it's like It's the cells that move with us, grow as we grow. It's—mysterious, wonderful..." Draco's voice gradually softened, and he thought of the dreams he had had, and the memory loss in the ward that person.Of course he is not there now, he was taken away by his friends that day and will never appear in front of him.

The old man stared at him for a while, and kept touching the glass ball with his fingers.He suddenly smiled and said, "You passed."

The Department of Mysteries is not so much an institution of the Ministry of Magic as it is a research institute supported by the Ministry of Magic, where a group of eccentric and talented wizards work.Each of them has their own scientific proposition, and most of them are very strange.

Draco was very uncomfortable with the environment here at first—darkness, silence, a group of incomprehensible research fans, and he even felt that his decision was too hasty.But under the guidance of his mentor, Mr. Corso, the old man, he gradually became one of the taciturn people.

Academic research can exercise a person's xinxing very much.Draco would often sit motionless at his desk for long periods of time, just to observe the entire flow of a spell or to read an obscure research report.His diet and sleep became as irregular as those obsessed lunatics, and the golden and black moon shadows often flickered in front of his eyes.When he woke up in the middle of the night, he stood by the empty window, and the wet and cold wind passed through his velvet nightgown. The melting feeling of waking up was like his mother's soft and temperatureless hands, clinging to his protruding butterfly bones.

The Reticents have almost no fixed commute time, they only need to do a research report once a month, but Mr. Corso told him that this is very confusing, because the group of high-ranking officials who listen to the report can't understand what they are talking about.

"But they will give you propositions, such as making a certain weapon, or solving a certain prophecy... It's very annoying, we only study what we are interested in... But the Ministry of Magic is a government agency after all." He said, "But you Don't worry about it for now, they are more tolerant of newcomers. They always like to squeeze us old men."

Draco listened to the words in silence.His words became less and less, and sometimes he could not say a word for a whole day.He often sits quietly in a daze, with thousands of concepts flashing in his mind, but sometimes it is just a calm sea, the sun rises and the four wheels, and the moon sets the crankshaft.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.The number of times he recalled those things became less and less, and his brain was filled with other things, and he couldn't tell the gap.

He felt that he should have forgotten him.He came here looking for an answer, he didn't find it, but he encountered some other previously unknown magic.He did not give up on exploring memory and brain, and achieved some results, but he was no longer so anxious to present everything in front of that person.

He has never lived for him, he is a seed rooted in his life, a ray of light, a star, he has looked at it from afar, and he has been deeply hurt, but those who do not speak After all, the years will flow away like water, everyone is the same.

Ice 5

It was a sunny afternoon when Draco first saw the coffee shop.At that time, Mr. Corso just sent him to collect some materials nearby. After finishing his work, he felt a little thirsty, so he sat down by the open-air tables and chairs in the coffee shop and ordered a cup of mocha.

There was an old blues song at the door of the coffee shop, and the man in the song was playing the guitar slowly with his yellowed fingers.For some reason, Draco felt a little lonely alone, obviously surrounded by noisy secular men and women, with the dazzling sunlight above his head.He drank the warm coffee slowly, squinted his eyes, and had the illusion of being dreamy.

Draco looked around aimlessly at the people around him. Since he entered the Department of Mysteries, he rarely had such an ordinary time, as if isolated from the world.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and clenched the cup in his hand.

He saw a man in a plaid shirt sitting two tables away from him.He also held a cup of coffee in his hand, which was steaming, forming a layer of fog on his glasses.

He could hardly believe he was here.Since he resigned from the hospital he hasn't tried to keep track of him, he can show up anywhere, he trusts his friends will take good care of him, definitely better than him, he is simply a redundant existence.

But now he saw him sitting here alone, without anyone around him.He believed that they would not