[HP] Return late

The house is not as scary as imagined, there is no thick agglomerated dust, no crowds of foxes, and no crazy elves, but empty, so empty that there are no furniture or decorations.

There were only walls and windows, and oh, should he be weeping at the fact that there were doors in every room?

Draco stared up at the living room without even the simplest chandelier, feeling quite at a loss—how many things need to be added, this empty shell can be inhabited——

"Well," Narcissa stroked her hair embarrassingly when she saw the amazement of the other three, "Actually—this place—was evacuated by the Ministry of Magic a few years ago."

"Maybe we need to make some changes first, at least we can live in a simple way." Narcissa said while pulling out a large backpack that was at least twenty times the size of the handbag, "I think I need your help, Deng Professor Bullido." She unzipped her backpack, and inside was shrunken, all kinds of furniture.

For two full hours, they worked on getting all the basic furniture into the main rooms of their new abode.Harry, who couldn't use magic outside the school, and Draco, who couldn't be recognized by any wand, were responsible for manually moving everything that wasn't in the right place.

After being able to live in general, Draco began to feel a trance, which seemed to be the result of excessive energy consumption. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the sofa. Beside him, Harry was also lying on the armrest, half dead The two were motionless, and the two occupied the entire couch.

As the main force, the two adult wizards were in good spirits after each of them took a bottle of potion.

"Thank you, dear little dragon." Narcissa kissed his forehead tenderly, "Don't worry, this house will soon generate new house elves after we move in, it's old enough."

Hopefully it wasn't a rebellious freak like Dobby, Draco straightened up as Dumbledore rose to his feet.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I think I should take my leave. Harry's godfather, Sirius, is still waiting for news of his godson. Thank you for taking care of him these days."

"I also thank you for your help." Narcissa said relaxedly and calmly, she got up out of politeness, and sent the guests away.

"Harry?" Dumbledore stood up and whispered to the sleeping savior, but the boy didn't seem to hear.

Naxi was puzzled by Dumbledore's actions, "Are you—" She frowned, "You want to take Harry away from my safe house?" She said in a tone of disapproval.

"He has an inescapable responsibility—" Dumbledore said wearily, with a deep sigh.

Narcissa was irritated by this sentence, her voice raised slightly, with a suppressed anger tone, "He's just a juvenile cub."

The guy being talked about smacked his lips, probably dreaming of delicious food, almost drooling on the couch, Draco suddenly felt a headache, didn't know whether to wake him up, or let his stupid drool get him On the furniture they just laid out.

"When Voldemort killed his parents and failed in Harry 16 years ago, he was still a baby." The kind expression on Dumbledore's face disappeared, replaced by a serious and heavy expression.

Draco had been wide awake when Dumbledore called Harry's name, and before he could say anything, his mother objected, so he remained silent as background.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and the stupid lion was still sleeping soundly on the arm of the sofa.

Must be too tired, Draco looked at Harry's twisted body hanging on the edge of the sofa speechlessly, once again lamented that the savior had a bad sleeping position.

Narcissa stared arrogantly at the white wizard's face, "Mr. Dumbledore, I respect what you did just now, but this does not mean that I agree with what you are saying now. I am afraid that the reason why the savior can live until now is not due to his extraordinary talent, but Is it Mrs. Potter's credit?!" She said in a low voice, obviously worried about Potter who was still asleep.

"You are right, Mrs. Malfoy. But—" said Dumbledore.

"This boy is now under my jurisdiction—" Narcissa did not give him time to defend, and she continued: "Mr. Dumbledore, you are the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you should know more about it than I do." Meaning—it is the last place of hope for wizards—a place where all adult wizards will join the battle only after they die in battle—and now you are letting a cub who has not fully mastered basic magic and still has traces on his body go to Participate in battle?!"

"I'm not asking him to fight now—" Dumbledore explained

"You put him in danger of fighting at any time." Narcissa's voice also became dangerous. If she pulled out her wand and cast a curse on Dumbledore in the next second, Draco would not be at all He would be surprised that he had never felt his mother's anger so clearly before. "The war—it's about to break out in full force—isn't it?"

"Yes, I can't deny it. You are a very keen witch—at least in the 150 years of my life, I have never seen a better witch than you." Dumbledore's tone was already compromised.

"Praise for your words." Narcissa said coldly, her face did not change because of this.

"But these are not things that we outsiders can decide. Maybe we should ask the opinions of the parties involved." Dumbledore said.

Draco felt his heart that was no longer beating suddenly tightened - if the stupid lion was going to follow the old lion - he squinted his eyes, so, what would he do?

Apart from a little liking, what is hidden underneath is jealousy, right?Jealous of all the achievements the savior can achieve, because no matter how hard he tries, he can't be so good.

Deeper, there is hatred, right?He hates that he is still alive, there are countless possibilities, and he has no way to go except destruction.

If he dies—

If the savior dies too—

Then they can truly never be separated——

"Draco." His mother's hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

The savior had been awakened, he looked up at Dumbledore, then he shook his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore."

"I promised to stay."

Dumbledore just nodded very accommodatingly, "You did nothing wrong, Harry, and value your promise." Then he turned his face and said to Draco simply: "Can we talk, little Malfoy gentlemen."

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Draco gave his mother a reassuring look, indicating that he knew what he was doing.

"Mum, please let Professor Dumbledore and I use the upstairs study."

to fulfill his word.

The bookshelves in the study were still empty, and before he had time to replenish his collection, Draco walked to the desk and sat on the chair behind the desk.

"Please, give me a crystal ball," he said to Dumbledore.

Soon, the vase on the table was transformed into a crystal ball, "What do you want to know?" Draco asked knowingly.

"I want to know the end of this war."

"Wake me up in ten minutes, please," Draco said.

Crowded streets, cheering crowds.

Holding a banner with the letters of the Messiah.

He thought he already knew the answer, and Dumbledore wasn't going to wake him before the time came.

I wonder how Harry is doing.

As he thought so, the picture began to reverse—the end point was Blake's old house.

The black-haired boy had grown a lot taller, but his face no longer had a silly expression, his face was tense, and his emerald green eyes had also become cold.Standing in front of the huge Black family tapestry, the slender and thin silhouette.War actually hurts both the winner and the loser.

His poor little stray cat, in the blink of an eye, turned into a strange and indifferent war hero.

Harry was looking for something on the tapestry, his eyes fixed on a large blackened area.Draco remembered that was where the names of the three Malfoys were supposed to exist.

"Draco..."

He should be relieved that although his stray cat has changed in appearance, at least in his heart, it has not changed.

Harry put his finger on the scorched place, and a spell was cast silently, and the golden thread that should have been there slowly returned to its original appearance.

Then he saw it.

Below my name, it clearly shows: 1980-1996

His life stopped at the age of 16, and the complacent look that Draco hadn't had time to put away froze on his face.Harry's world after the war was devoid of him.

Maybe he didn't go so far, there are too many factors affecting the soul in the world of the living, maybe he just left by himself.

Harry raised his hand, and the place that had just been repaired seemed to be just as scorched black as he had imagined.

The black-haired hero still looked expressionless. He squatted down and hugged his knees, making the empty living room even more bleak.

After so many years, his stray cat is still used to licking his wounds alone, and loses his smile, which is sad.

Draco's phantom stood in front of him, but the future Harry couldn't see it.

The flames of the fireplace suddenly shot up to the height of a person, and a beautiful red-haired witch stepped out of the green flames and hugged his stray cat tenderly.

The little bit of sympathy Draco had just felt was lost in the air, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to beat the adult version of the stupid cat.

"Ginny," Harry said stiffly.

"They're all waiting for you, happy birthday, Harry." The youngest daughter of the Weasley family grew up to be a beauty that Draco had to admit was outstanding and well-deserved.

The stray cat just nodded silently, and after a long time, it whispered thank you and stood up.

The red-haired weasel did not let go of his cat, but said loudly, "Harry, marry me."

Agree and you're dead!

Before he heard the answer from the stray cat, he was dragged out of the fantasy world of the future.

Very good, at least he knows which people's malicious thoughts should be suppressed.

Calmly and naturally, he borrowed Dumbledore's wand, pulled it out from his forehead, and handed the memory he saw the first time to Dumbledore, "We will win." He said to him.

"Thank you, little Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore, smiling, without taking back his wand. "There's no next Dark Lord, is there?"

Draco glanced at him, wondering if he was trying to mock the old man's innocence, "I didn't go that far."

"This wand seems to like you very much, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said happily.

Only then did Draco realize that it seemed that this was the only wand that hadn't repelled him in so many days, and what came from his fingertips was the heat of fit magic power.

"Its material is elderberry. Have you heard the story of the three brothers?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"The Elder Wand?" Draco almost exclaimed its name. He looked at the wand in his hand that he had only heard of in fairy tales, and couldn't put it down.

"Draco Malfoy, I give you the Elder Wand."

"Hope you can lead to victory and not be deluded."

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I was wrong =-= got up early and added a chapter