pure blood loyalist

"Malfoy helped me in the Great War. I don't deny that they went astray, but like the late Professor Severus Snape, they were on the side of the light. Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy in special name."

"Mr. Potter, have you identified Lucius Malfoy as a Death Eater, from beginning to end?"

"Yes."

"The court now pronounces: Lucius Malfoy is imprisoned in Azkaban for life, and Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are sent to WYO Plaza."

"Potter! My father was only there to protect the family! I've said it so many times!"

"He's a Death Eater."

"I'm a Death Eater, too."

"I'm just stating the facts, Malfoy - do you expect me to lie to save your father?"

"He's just trying to protect the family! How ridiculous I expected you to understand what a family is! How I regret throwing you the wand!"

"If you want to go to Azkaban, please feel free, don't pester me again!"

"Huh? I'm pestering you!? Yes! How can Saint Potter have time to receive people like me? Your rejection back then was really wise."

"The rejection back then? Have you ever shown favor to me?"

"...First grade, forget it."

"Let me be your follower...is that considered an act of kindness?"

"A friend! I'm asking you to be my friend! No—forget it, forget it!"

"You want to be my friend?"

"It's either a friend or a follower. I want you to be my follower! Is that all right? Don't get entangled in this meaningless topic, Potter!"

"No, you just said you were friends."

"That's enough! Why should I discuss this issue with you at this time!"

"You want to be my friend."

"Yes! I once wanted to be your friend! Is that enough, Potter? Satisfy your insatiable vanity?"

"You want to be my friend."

You want to be my friend.

my friend.

It was just dawn when Malfoy woke up from the dream. The whole night's dream made him physically and mentally exhausted, and the phrase you want to be my friend kept lingering in his mind like a hint.Tossing the blond hair to try to drive it out of it.

It must be because of Potter's anomaly in the past few days that he had such an absurd dream.How could the Dark Lord die, how could his father go to Azkaban, they are all such powerful people.

What's more, the Porter in the dream didn't remember his overtures at all, and the current Porter even gave himself a Firebolt in order to make up for his mistakes.

For a brief moment, Malfoy felt that the Potter in his dream was the Potter he knew, reckless and obnoxious, never judging the situation, saving everyone with a saintly face, why am I just stating the facts?Ha, it was the damn justice and mercy that made him admire and attracted attention.

Now this—it scares him, yes, it scares him.His advances and threats seem to be conspiratorial, his appearance and behavior are like a mask firmly disguising himself, and now he is more like a Slytherin.But Malfoy knew he would be thought crazy if he told anyone that.

"Nigrum, what are you talking about..."

Draco poked the little dragon next to the pillow to disturb its sleep. After being bitten, nigrum lazily half-opened his eyes and looked at Draco for a while and then narrowed his eyes.

After looking at it speechlessly for a while, he turned around and lay down on his back. It would be great if Potter really wanted to be his friend.

But it's too late now, whether it's camp or others, they won't be from the same world.

While Malfoy was dreaming, someone in the Gryffindor bedroom stayed up all night.

In the dream Harry's body grew smooth, strong and flexible, sliding between blocks of shiny metal and through dark, cold stone.He was parallel to the floor, sliding forward on his stomach.It was very dark, yet he could see strange, colored lights glowing from objects around him.He turns his head.At first glance the hallway is empty.But no, a man sat on the floor in front, his chin drooping to his chest, his silhouette glowing in the shadows.He felt the smell of that person in the air.He was alive, drowsy, sitting in front of a door at the end of the hallway.Harry saw animated, blurry figures standing before him, and saw him draw a wand from his waist.He has no choice.He rose up from the floor and attacked him, once, twice, three times, driving his fangs deep into the man's flesh, feeling his ribs shatter under his jaw, feeling blood welling up warm.

The man howled in pain, then fell silent as he slumped back against the wall, blood streaming on the floor.

His forehead ached violently, as if it was about to split open.Once again, he saw what happened to Mr. Weasley, which was several months earlier in terms of time. What made Voldemort act early, and what happened that he didn't know!He wanted to think hard, but the pain prevented him from thinking more.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron called to Harry as he stood beside Harry's bed anxiously.

"...shut up Ron, I'm fine." The loud voice made his head hurt even more.

"Where are you going Harry! You look so bad! You just..."

"I may have had a nightmare, go to the bathroom. You go to bed first."

"Are you sure you're okay? You just..."

"fine."

Harry staggered into the late-night deserted bathroom while leaning on the wall

"Alix."

"Yes Master?"

"Go to the Burrow and figure out a way to wake Mrs Weasley so she can see her house clock, immediately."

"Okay, master."

That splendid clock told not the time but the whereabouts and locations of the various Weasley family members, and Mr. Weasley's hands must now be pointing towards mortal danger.

Next, she will definitely contact Dumbledore as soon as possible, and she will be able to get out of this matter completely. He still doesn't want to contact Dumbledore directly. Fortunately, Dumbledore doesn't want to look directly at him now either.

Sure enough, not long after returning to the dormitory, Ron was taken away by Professor McGonagall.All the Weasley children were summoned to the headmaster's office.

After Dumbledore finished explaining the situation and told them that Mr. Weasley had been sent to St. Mungo's, he heard Ron lament to himself: "I knew what would happen tonight..."

"Ron?" Dumbledore seemed to have caught something and asked

"Ah——I mean, Harry had a nightmare and woke everyone up tonight, and then I haven't fallen asleep. I have a wonderful premonition—" Dumbledore's attention made Ron excited , and even thought that he might have the ability to predict?

"You said Harry had nightmares, did he have them often?"

"No, he was very scary today. He kept covering his scar, his expression turned grim as if he was enduring great pain, and he kept shouting. But he was fine after waking up. So I had a hunch—" His words did not After finishing speaking, he was interrupted by Dumbledore who obviously had a sense of urgency.

"Did he say what he dreamed about?"

"No—he didn't. He just went out alone for a while. Then we fell asleep again, but I couldn't sleep. I had a premonition about what would happen today!" He answered solemnly, swearing.I hope Dumbledore can catch the point of his words, he really has a hunch!

"Tonight is really tough, go back and rest early now." Dumbledore just smiled and comforted.

After seeing off the Weasleys, Snape sat opposite Dumbledore and waited for him to speak.

"What do you think, Nep?"

"You mean Arthur Weasley..."

"No, I mean Potter."

Chapter 21

"Potter... sir?" Snape keenly grasped the change in Dumbledore's address.

"Yes, I mean Harry, the things we discussed may actually happen, or have already happened."

"Lily's child will not be taken by that person!" Snape suddenly seemed agitated, and he leaned forward and put his hands on the table.

Dumbledore gave him a calm smile, "I know Harry has protective magic, but he's really under too much pressure—" If Harry can't even tell his friends about his nightmares, then It means that this dream is difficult to speak, or Harry's personality is changing to some extent.In either case, Dumbledore was not looking forward to it.

"He's not even of age, you shouldn't be pushing him like that, Dumbledore." Snape frowned, fingers crossed.

"I love Harry as much as you do, but we both know - there is no time, there are things only he can do, and you have to trust me."

"You could beat Grindelwald back then, even if it was that guy, you could at least buy him more time."

When Dumbledore heard the name Grindelwald, his expression froze for a while, and then he returned to normal, "They are different, he is darker——, I can do many things, but there is a part of the way that Harry must Let's go, I have to do my best to let him finish alive, everything is preordained, he must complete the mission he was born with, I have no choice, Snape, I need your help."

His voice is so vicissitudes, with a little pleading.Because he knew that this passage was so unfair, adding all expectations to the meaning of a child's life.

"—I'll teach him brain defense."

"I appreciate everything you've done, Snape."

"As long as your promise works."

"Yes, I'll protect the lives of the Malfoys when the war is over, no matter what they've done, as long as I'm alive. Even though you know how eagerly I'd like them to switch sides."

"I'm going back first." Snape forced a face with a half-smile, stood up and prepared to leave.

One of the rules of Slytherin - family above all.

The faintly bright horizon is finally ending this long night.

Hermione looked at the two tired-looking boys at the dinner table the next morning

"Hey, what happened?"

Just as Ron was explaining everything to her, a female voice came in, "Sorry to bother you", and the girl with an oriental face walked to the Gryffindor table.

"Is that a badge of the Tornado team?" Ron suddenly asked, pointing to the chest of Qiu's robe, where there was a sky blue badge with two bright gold letters and 'T' on it. "Aren't you supporting them?"

"I do support them," Cho replied.

"Did you always support them, or did you just start out when they won the league?" Ron asked, in a tone of accusation that Hermione didn't seem to need.

"I've been supporting them since I was six years old." Qiu said coldly, "Well, I'm the one who bothered you."

She walked away, back to the group of girls in Ravenclaw who were keeping an eye on everything going on here.

"You're so naive, Ron. Can't you see that she wants to talk to Harry alone?" said Hermione

"She interrupted me first," Ron seemed a little intentional. "Isn't our business more important? You see that group of people avoided Harry as if they were avoiding a poisonous snake, and they wanted to get close, right? What kind of information do you want?" His disgusted tone was not in line with Ron's sensitivity, and those curiosity-seeking eyes with suspicion and contempt with sympathy reminded him of the image of the Weasley family in a pure-blood family.

"Did you forget the reminder of the Sorting Hat? The four colleges shouldn't oppose each other, he asked us to be friends. Perhaps Qiu Zhang just wanted to get a better understanding of Cedric's situation from Harry, after all, he was her boyfriend."

"Friends? With these Ravenclars watching and avoiding us?"

"And Slytherin."

"God—do you know what you're talking about, Hermione?" Glancing at the young Malfoy on the table over there, who was being flattered, "No way."

"You can try it from the next class." Harry said a little teasingly, "Let's go, the class bell is ringing."

"Why ruin my day with Potions class so early in the morning." Ron shot Harry a look of approval, and followed the crowd out of the hall complaining.

Hermione and Ron had been arguing so badly that they were still arguing all the way to Snape's dungeon.This gave Harry enough time to think, Hermione's attitude is very correct now, maybe he can take this opportunity to reconcile her and Slytherin, as for Ron, if both of them can get along with Slytherin peacefully, then He will definitely compromise, although he still hates Potions class, but his mood has become happier.

The eerie creak of the dungeon door as they lined up outside Snape's classroom door didn't sting the little hope that seemed to swell within Harry. Foam.He led the two people who were still arguing into the classroom, and sat behind Malfoy and the others instead of sitting in the usual back seat. The surrounding discussions finally made the two people who were addicted to bickering sit down suddenly realized.

"Harry!" Even Hermione, who was politically correct, couldn't accept such a direct behavior all at once.

"Hey! What are you crazy about!" Ron jumped up from his seat in astonishment

"Quiet," Snape said coldly, closing the classroom door behind his back.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. As soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped.Normally, as long as Snape appeared, it would be enough to silence the whole class, but today it was just a little - an accident.