HP's Remnant

"Good morning." Draco walked into the restaurant and saw Harry who had already started eating, and the other party greeted himself with the most standard smile... Well, he should be glad that he didn't have to face a Gryffindor troll , but inexplicably angry.

"Hmm." Disdainfully making a monotonous voice, Draco looked at Harry and said, "I don't think the Savior needs to maintain such false etiquette in front of his sworn enemy." Harry looked at him and asked, "Then what do you want?" How about me?" "Back to that rude Gryffindor troll." Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "Basic, as long as it's not like the previous month." Harry nodded lightly.

Harry had been living at the Malfoy Manor for about a month, during which time he had helped Draco reclaim most of the Malfoy property, including the ancestral home.

"So, Draco, that's what I want to call you." The Malfoy Patriarch, who was eating in silence, almost spat out his meal (which is impossible, of course). "What?" Draco asked, wiping the corner of his mouth in embarrassment. "I call you Draco, haven't I known you for such a long time?" Harry looked at Draco: "You can also call me Harry."

"Hehe." Draco had complained ten thousand times in his heart, looking at the expressionless savior opposite, he felt that Meilin was joking with him—the day Potter and himself actually called each other Christian names!

"Okay, it's really my honor." Draco twitched his lips sarcastically, and looked at Harry: "You know Scarhead, I just want to do one thing right now." "What?" Harry looked up at him.

"I really want to have a fight with you."

After breakfast Draco went to work on the papers as usual, while Harry practiced some of the more difficult spells in the basement of the Malfoy's house.

Draco finished processing the documents and yawned inelegantly. Just as he was about to go out for a walk, he heard an explosion from the basement. He disapparated without hesitation. Throw that scar head out!

"What are you doing?" Draco opened the basement door, and the skinny, dark-haired youth fell to the ground, holding a broken wand in his hand. "I just wanted to try the Patronus Charm, but it failed, so I increased the output of some magic power..." Harry got up and explained. "So you ruined my basement?" Draco looked up, huh?Didn't any place get ruined?

"I used obstacles." Harry burned the broken wand straight away, and took another from his pocket.

"Draco, let's fight." Harry raised his wand to the person opposite, "Just try to see if you have regressed after more than a year." "Oh." Draco sneered, and also took out his wand: "Just not Knowing that the savior is defeated, will you cry?" "I won't cry anymore." Harry rushed forward and sent out a blazing flame, Draco passed by like a clear spring, suddenly remembered something, and immediately used armor to protect himself , Sure enough, Harry's extermination weapon will arrive in the next second.

"Too slow, Scarhead!" Draco smiled and raised his hand to use an anti-you weapon. Harry dodged sideways and cast a wandless fuchsia. Draco bounced it back and hit Harry directly. , so under Draco's smug gaze, Harry was hung up.

"Let's be honest, Pote." Draco raised an eyebrow, stretched out his slender left hand and poked Harry's smooth and slightly pale face, well, it felt good, resisted another impulse, and said with dark eyes : "You don't plan to do nothing this year, do you?" "......" Harry blinked at the person in front of him, and said, "You said you wanted to fight with me. "I'm talking about quarreling, not such an impolite brawl." Draco rolled his eyes and walked half a circle around Harry.

"...about the same?" Harry asked while hanging upside down, tilting his head. "How could it be similar..." Draco looked at him disdainfully.After a while.

"Can you put me down? I'm so dizzy." "......"

Swinging his wand, Harry did a backflip and fell to the ground the moment the spell was lifted, and steadied himself with a slight tremor. "Okay, Harry, answer my question." Draco said lazily, leaning against the wall. "Hmm...I'm preparing something." Harry thought about it, "something that can completely defeat Voldemort, or a ritual." "What? Wasn't he already killed by you?" Draco frowned Frowning, the arms around his chest were lowered.

Harry looked at Draco who seemed a little nervous, and said seriously: "You don't have to be afraid, I will protect you."

"Go to hell, Scarhead!"

So after such a fuss, it was time for lunch. After eating, the two of them went to fly Quidditch (Draco was glad that Harry's posture was no longer so elegant), and then went to the bathroom to take a shower together, covered in sweat .

Draco was pleased to see that Harry didn't have a single ab (he had six), and the month of living at the Malfoy's had given him some weight, but he was still a skinny one, and he didn't look like he was going to school. the difference. "Seriously, Scarhead." Draco looked at the motionless Harry with a smirk: "You still look good with glasses on." "Hmm..." Harry gave him a serious look: " You are also very good-looking." "Oh, I want you to tell me."

"What are your plans in a year?" Draco asked after a moment of silence. "I don't know." Harry replied blankly: "Maybe... After solving the matter of Voldemort and the saints, let's get back the soul piece with emotion." "Scarhead, you really don't feel anything right now." Gone?" Draco asked annoyed, turning sideways. "Yeah." Harry looked at him and nodded: "The reaction I made was based on my memory of who I was, and some instincts." "Heh." Draco lowered his head and didn't know what to think, suddenly Get up and get out of the bath.

After Harry watched him walk out, he slowly lowered his head to look at his right hand.The magic power was slowly injected into it, and a trace of green scar loomed.

"That's a relationship that can't be untied..."

The little lions and little eagles in Hogwarts waited anxiously for their teachers, but their professors were late in coming. They didn't calm down until Principal Mcgonagall personally announced this class of self-study.

After leaving the classroom, the current headmistress immediately went to the office of Hermione Weasley, the Muggle classroom.Pushing open the door, Mcgonagall saw Hermione fell to the ground and gasped violently, and quickly helped her up. "What's wrong with Hermione? I feel a wave of magic power coming over here, are you okay?" After sending Hermione to a chair beside him with a levitation spell, Mcgonagall healed her slightly, and saw that the colleague's breathing gradually calmed down When I got down, I let out a sigh of relief.

"No, nothing." Hermione took a sip of water and tried to force a smile: "I just tried a very difficult spell, but it didn't seem to be successful." "I'll accompany you to the infirmary." She said, The headmistress was about to help Hermione up. "No need! I can solve it myself!" Hermione begged with a bitter face, "I don't want the students to know that their professor hurt himself by playing a spell, and it's nothing!" McGonagall gave her a hesitant look and sighed. He took a breath and said, "Okay." Just as Hermione was about to thank her, she heard a faint sentence from the other party: "If you are absent from class, your salary will be deducted."

At this time, an owl flicked its head and passed the window.

Hermione ate a piece of chocolate, and I hope things don't turn out as she thought... She searched all the Hogwarts books about Horcruxes and couldn't find a way to separate the emotion alone, so she went to the Room of Requirement ...where she found a spellbound book, and Hermione flipped through it as soon as she tried to undo it—the language in the book was so strange that she couldn't recognize it, every few pages There will always be a date, but there is a page with a font familiar to friends, messy but still legible...

In a dazed mood, Hermione knew that it would never be some kind of spell that would be beneficial to Harry's body... Grabbing a handful of Floo powder and throwing it into the fireplace, she yelled before stepping in - "Malfoy Manor !"

Harry, who was reading a book, looked expressionlessly at his friend who had rushed towards him as soon as he came out of the fireplace. "Harry Potter!" Hermione held the book anxiously, shaking Harry's thin body: "Harry, did you use the spell in this book? Please, tell me what it is." Saying that, Hermione But she unexpectedly calmed down, her eyes were still red, and her voice was slightly hoarse. Harry looked at her calmly and said, "Well, this is the only way to eliminate Voldemort." Hermione looked up at him, "Harry. ...is this spell black magic?"

The brown-haired witch approached Harry staggeringly: "You still put several sealing spells on that book, didn't you? I used up all my magic power to untie them..." Tears rolled down: "Harry Potter, Is the only thing left in your eyes is to eliminate that person? We who have been with you for so many years...don't you care?" Harry blinked and said, "I don't know."

"Hehe..." Hermione glanced at him and said, "Harry, you're an asshole."

"Ah."

"A self-absorbed..." Hermione had already walked back to the fireplace: "Emotionless bastard!"

"You are not you anymore..."

After Hermione was consumed by green flames, Harry turned to Draco who had pushed through the door.

"A savior who only cares about his own thoughts?" Draco walked in slowly, looking at Harry with raised eyebrows. "Yeah." Harry nodded calmly. "Heh, then I wonder if you are interested in talking to me about your mysterious plan?" Sitting down on the sofa beside him, Draco asked with a sneer. "Sorry, no." Harry shook his head expressionlessly.

Draco felt the veins popping in his head. "What about your so-called connection with that person?" "I can't say either." Harry looked at him and said mercilessly.

"Harry Potter!" Draco stood up suddenly and strode up to Harry, pulling his collar, "I agree with what Granger said, you are really a jerk sometimes." "Yeah." Harry nodded. "Some time ago, I actually thought you still had a little emotion." Draco smiled mockingly: "But that's just my wishful thinking, isn't it?" "Probably?" hand.

"Oh, probably..." Draco glanced at him, let go of his hand suddenly, put on a cold expression, and said, "I'll find a way to help you recover that damned relationship." "Why? "Harry straightened his ruffled collar. "Why...how the hell do I know why...." Draco turned and walked out the door, gritting his teeth a little.

Watching Draco's figure disappear at the door, Harry took out a wand, looked at it for a while, and waved it, a silver-white mist drifted out from the tip of the wand, and slowly fell to the ground, but did not form any A kind of animal, just lying there softly. Harry glanced at the shapeless Patronus and withdrew his magic.

"The Patronus Charm will reflect the pursuit and desire of love in people's hearts."

The author has something to say: simple and clear haha, everyone calls me Lauder~

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