Soul shaping

Title: Shaping Soul

Author: Lantern

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The original direction of this article mainly follows the main plot, and the timeline starts from the beginning of Harry's second grade.

cp: Voha/Vice CP Dehe

Double ending setting, chapter 114 is the divergence point, chapters 115-130 are trueend+spoiler, and after chapter 131 is normalend (one black to the end be, high-energy ooc to avoid lightning by itself)

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Harry was sure and sure he had seen Lucius leave a battered diary at the Weasleys' house.

I heard that Draco is going to be expelled from Slytherin house, is this true or false?

Hermione: Harry is my best friend and I will always support him.But I still think it's better to put the Time-Turner out of his reach.

Riddle: Cannibalism is exciting.

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Killing can disintegrate the soul, so what about reshaping?

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☆、Strange diary

It's hard to tell if this was intentional, after all, everyone slips up sometimes, right?Even an old man with a tight-knit cogwheel like Lucius would probably relax one day, Harry convinced himself.

But he thought, he saw the secret smile in Lucius' eyes at that moment.

This afternoon, Harry was sitting at the table with Ron, Mrs. Weasley, and the Weasley brothers for afternoon tea - a piece of strawberry pudding and a glass of milk.George laughed loudly at Percy, figuring he must still be in the room polishing his much-loved prefect badge; Ron kept nodding and chiming in here and there.

At this time, the pointer of the big clock hanging on the wall of the Burrow suddenly jumped to "Visiting", and then the doorbell rang.Mrs. Weasley was obviously surprised, but she quickly stood up and went to open the door. There was a loud noise outside the door, and the two men stood at the door but did not enter, accusing each other.

Mr. Weasley frowned and said loudly, "I definitely don't want you in my house", while Lucius retorted coldly, "This is also the worst place I've ever seen"... Mrs. Weasley will be curious The onlookers who were hiding behind the door of the restaurant hurried upstairs before walking over and trying to persuade the two of them to come in as tactfully as possible.

"Hey guys, don't you guys wonder what they're talking about?"

"Don't make noise, I'm listening!" Fred put his ear on the stretch ear, George smiled smugly at Ron, and took out a stretch ear to put it on.He took another one out of his pocket and handed it to Harry: "Hey Harry, this is for you."

"It's not fair, I want to hear it!" Ron protested.

George shrugged, nonchalantly: "But we only prepared three."

"Why only prepare three?"

"There is a spare one."

So Ron had to share the same retractable ear with Harry.The four of them stood in the stairwell in a rather twisted posture, looking out from time to time.

Harry tried his best to hear something from the retractable ear, but he didn't know if there was something wrong with the retractable ear, or the living room was really as quiet as they heard. In short, Harry only heard the soft clink of teacups , and the occasional laugh.

He and Ron looked at each other, and both saw the confusion in their eyes.

"What are they laughing at?"

"When did Lucius have such a good relationship with Dad?"

"Boys, you don't understand this." Fred shook his fingers, pretending to be serious, "A mature man will always be prepared in every way in order to achieve his goals."

"Uh... what are you talking about?" Ron scratched his hair.

"Hey, I've said it before. You can't talk about big things with little Ron. He won't understand." George shrugged, pinched his retractable ears and continued to eavesdrop.

Seeing Ron's somewhat angry expression, Harry couldn't help but smile, and took a step forward involuntarily—he forgot he was in the stairwell—

"Harry!"

Ron quickly grabbed Harry by his shirt and pulled him back, and George and Fred rushed up to help support him.With one hand propped against the wall, Harry managed to straighten himself up.

The people in the living room had already noticed their movements. Mr. Weasley poked his head out and glanced in the direction of the stairwell, then stood up: "Then let's talk about this today."

"Yeah, I think that's enough." Lucius also stood up.Harry blinked, wondering if it was an illusion, Lucius seemed to be staring in his direction.But when Harry looked over again, he was talking to Mr. Weasley, it seemed that he had really lost his sight just now.

But Harry believed that he must have read the next scene correctly.

As Lucius stepped across the threshold, his briefcase sank, the clasp undone, and the documents inside spilled out, clattering onto the floor.Some of them were blown away by the wind and slipped near the stairs.

Harry bent down and picked up the document, and handed it to Mrs. Weasley who was coming.He glanced at it casually. It was a research report on the excessive use of floo powder.

He saw Lucius squatting on the ground arranging the briefcase, reaching into the bag and shaking it back and forth.A book with a black cover slipped out inadvertently, was pushed by his elbow, and squeezed into the gap between the sofa and the wall.Lucius didn't seem to notice, and was still sorting out the briefcase.

Harry covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.He didn't know why he didn't say it.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for causing you such a lot of trouble." Lucius seemed really embarrassed and smiled, but he could still feel the arrogance and elegance in his bones.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Mr. Weasley handed the last document to Lucius, waved him, and closed the door.

With the sound of "bang", Harry's heart trembled suddenly, as if it had been shaken off.

Harry recognized it immediately as a diary.The black cover looked a bit gloomy, and the mottled marks on it told him it was at least 50 years ago.

Harry opened the diary expectantly, but found that it was blank, neither "went to Uncle Graham's to play football" nor "fell asleep in History of Magic class".This frustrates him a bit.

That's odd, since Lucius didn't use it to keep his diary, why did he keep it for 50 years?

Harry turned the diary to the first page, which was the only place with writing in the whole diary.He made out the word "Riddle" in the stained ink, but couldn't make out the rest.

Riddle.Is this the last name of the diary owner?This surname is not common.he thought.

Harry turned the diary over again and looked at the back cover, where the name of a newsagent in Paxholt Street, London, was printed.

He might not be of wizarding blood, judging from the fact that he bought a diary in Wynchcraft Street...

"Harry! Let's go fight the goblins!" Ron rushed into the room excitedly, and Harry quickly put the diary away.

"What are you doing?" Ron tilted his head to look at him.

"It's nothing. Let's go, didn't you say you were going to fight goblins?" Harry quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, let's go!"

The door is closed.The room fell silent.The diary that Harry stuffed under the pillow suddenly had a layer of faint blue light seeping out from the folds of the book, like night light blocked by mountains.

A cloud of mist rose slowly, condensing into a vague human shape.It was a handsome boy, tall and straight, with cold eyes like the night.

He looked around the surrounding environment expressionlessly, pursing his thin lips.

"I'm very glad that you got this diary, I'm very happy..." He muttered to himself, as if he felt something, then suddenly retracted the diary and disappeared.

Harry, Ron and his brothers had spent the afternoon beating goblins in the backyard, sweating and exhausted as if they were falling apart.He wolfed down his dinner, and Ron had already headed to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms to take a shower.

So Harry lay bored on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He suddenly remembered something, and suddenly got up and picked up the pillow.

The diary was sitting neatly on the bed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a little amused by his nervousness.Although it was just a blank diary, he couldn't help flipping through it, as if there was an ancient story hidden in it.He touched the ink-smeared name with the pulp of his thumb, and he felt a different feeling in his heart.

Since this notebook is empty, why not use it to write a diary yourself!Although I didn't have the habit of keeping a diary before.Thinking of this, Harry took out a quill from his schoolbag, dipped it in some ink, and turned to the second page.

July [-]th.I picked up a strange diary yesterday, it seems that Lucius left it accidentally.That's the book I'm writing right now.Today they played goblins with Ron.

He wrote like this, and felt that something more should be added, so he picked up his pen and wrote another line:

By the way, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you.

As soon as he finished writing this sentence, he was stunned for a moment, why did he write like this?It's as if talking to a diary, which is really weird...but the weirder ones are in the back.

The pages of the diary trembled, and the words he wrote suddenly faded and faded, and then disappeared like running water.With his ink, a passage Harry had never written before emerged on the page:

Hello, Harry Potter.My name is Riddle.Nice to meet you too.

☆、Knockturn Alley

Harry's eyes widened, and then he burst into ecstasy.He always felt that this diary was unusual, but he never expected it to be so unexpected.Just as he was thinking about how to write the next sentence, the bathroom door swung open, and Ron came out in his striped pajamas.

"Harry, it's your turn." He yawned and sat down on his bed.

Harry responded, put the diary away, randomly found a crumpled pajamas from the suitcase, and walked into the bathroom.

Ron sat motionless on the bed.It wasn't long before there was the sound of the shower in the bathroom, and he stood up and walked over to Harry's bed, throwing off his covers.

He picked up the thin black book that lay on the bed sheet.

"What is this, a diary? Where did Harry buy such a worn-out diary..." Ron flipped through a few pages, but found that there was not a word written in it, which was a bit disappointing.He put the journal back and remade the quilt, smoothing out the wrinkles.

After Harry came out of the bathroom, he reached out to turn off the light in the bedroom, but Ron quickly stopped him: "Hey buddy, it's still early! Let me read the magazine for a while."

Harry glanced down. There were several moving photos printed in the magazine. In the photos, Quidditch players waved to him and smiled brightly.

Harry felt a little itchy in his heart when he saw it. He shook his head and climbed onto the bed, drawing the curtains.He took out a flashlight from his schoolbag, switched it on, and took out a quill.

The second page was blank again, both his writing and Riddle's words had disappeared.This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.He picked up a pen and wrote on the paper:

Just now my friend asked me to take a shower, so I was delayed for a while.

It doesn't matter.But someone moved this diary just now, did you come back halfway?

Harry was instantly alert: no, not me.I haven't been back.It should have been moved by my friend.

I think so too.He flipped through the diary for a while and put it back.I don't want others to see the contents of this diary, so I deleted my words.

That's fine.Harry wrote quickly, do you mind if I take you with me?In this way, I am not afraid that others will peek at it, and I can chat with you at any time.

Of course, I would also like to know everything about you.

Harry paused.Click.He heard Ron turn off the lights.

That's all for today, it's time for me to sleep.Good night, Riddle.

Good night, Potter.

A few days later, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to take them to Diagon Alley to buy books and equipment for the new semester.

They lined up, pinches of the glistening powder in their hands, and went up to the fire to sprinkle the powder over the flames.The flame instantly turned emerald green, and it burned higher and higher, gradually reaching a height that could swallow a person whole. Fred walked into the fire and shouted loudly: "Diagon Alley!"

He disappeared into the fire at once.

Harry had never used Floo powder to move in space before, so he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.Ron patted him on the shoulder understandingly, and whispered in his ear: "I suggest you tighten your elbows and don't move around...or you may fall into another fireplace."

"Honey, speak clearly. You can follow Arthur in...you'll be fine, don't worry." Mrs. Weasley encouraged him.

Harry stiffened and nodded.When his turn came, he tossed the Floo powder into the fire, touched the journal in his pocket--it lay there intact--and with a sigh of relief stepped tremblingly into the fire.The feeling of the flames licking the body is not so hot, but very warm, like a gust of wind in warm spring.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, but his mouth was filled with soot, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Yes, Diagon Alley."

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool, his body spinning rapidly in the dark, dizzy.He felt like his morning bacon sandwich was about to turn out of his stomach, and he felt sick.Countless flames and a burning fireplace flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, and the beeping sound of the burning wood was mixed with the faint voice of talking. He closed his eyes and secretly hoped that all this would end, but he felt that his pockets were empty, and there was something missing. out...

Then he fell from the sky, his face was pressed to the cold ground, and his glasses were broken.

Harry had no idea where he had been, and could only vaguely guess that it was a fireplace in a wizard's shop.He squinted his eyes and looked out through the chink in the fireplace, noticing that none of the items on the counter met the requirements of Hogwarts school.

A shriveled hand was placed on the cushion and placed in a glass box. From Harry's perspective, the blue-black meridians in the palm of the hand could still be seen.A deck of poker cards stained with blood was placed together with a bloody eyeball that was always staring at people. The eyeballs swiveled and looked at Harry suddenly, which made him jump.

The scary masks hanging on the wall seem to come alive, and there are all kinds of bones piled on the counter, including animal bones and human bones, which are eerily terrifying.Harry even saw half of a human skull, and the black eye sockets were like unfathomable whirlpools, trying to suck people in.There are also a string of long and pointed instruments hanging from the ceiling, resembling the mottled torture tools left over from the European Middle Ages to torture prisoners.

Harry was feeling sick and just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.Suddenly, he saw a very familiar thing on the counter——

A black diary.

He immediately felt in his pocket and found that it was empty.It's over, it must have just flown out while tumbling in the fireplace...!what to do?

The door of the store was pushed open, and cold light came in.The heavy sound of trousers rubbing against the windbreaker was getting closer, and Harry saw the two people clearly through the glass of the window.Those were the two people he didn't want to see the last time.

Draco was wrapped in a loose trench coat with a fine white shirt underneath.Standing in front of the counter, he looked curiously at the goods on the counter, and his gray eyes glanced a few times over the fireplace where Harry was sitting.And Lucius stood beside him, reminding him coldly: "Don't touch anything here."

"Yeah, I thought you were going to buy me a present!" Draco turned to look at his father.

"I said I'd buy you a racing broom, and I haven't forgotten."

"What's the use of being on the Academy team? Potter had a Nimbus 2000 last year, and Dumbledore approved him to represent Gryffindor. He's not qualified at all! He's just famous for his ugly forehead scar! Everyone said how smart he is, isn't it because of that broken broom and that ugly scar..." Draco continued to look at the things in the window, and suddenly he saw something, and his eyes lit up.

"You've mentioned Potter to me at least a hundred times. Listen, Draco, it's not wise for you to be hostile to him when everyone else thinks he's a hero—" Lucius didn't After finishing speaking, Draco suddenly pointed to something and asked, "What is this?"

Harry's eyes followed his hand, and he was horrified to find that he was pointing at his black journal.

Lucius' pale face immediately showed a trace of surprise, but he quickly restrained it.He pretended to be thinking, and a man stepped out of a room in the store.He bent over and kept smoothing his slippery hair with his hands.

"Oh, Mr. Borgin."

"Mr. Malfoy, it is my great honor to have you here. This is the young Master Malfoy, he looks more handsome than before. Can I help you? You must see this..."

"Mr. Bokin, where did you get this thing?" Lucius asked seriously, pointing at the diary.

"This... let me see..." The man frowned and looked at the diary carefully, but found that there was no memory of it in his mind, "It's strange, I don't have any impression of it, it doesn't seem to be my diary. It's like something in..."

Of course you won't be impressed because it's my stuff.thought Harry.

"Are you sure it wasn't sold to you by someone, like that sleazy Muggle fan Weasley?" Lucius stared at him.

"Oh, I'm sure . . . I'm pretty sure. Mr. Weasley hasn't been here."

"Alright then." Lucius nodded, "Would you like to sell it to me? Actually, I didn't come here to buy anything today, but if I saw it..."

"Of course, sir, of course. But I don't know what this thing is, and it's really hard to price it..." Mr. Bojin was a little embarrassed.

Lucius took out a check from his coat pocket, scribbled a series of numbers on it, and handed it to the man: "You can use this to withdraw money from Gringotts, I think the price is very suitable...but I came here today to sell you a few things, and the investigation by the bureau has been a bit strict recently. Although they haven't found my family yet, after all, the surname Malfoy still has a little deterrent power..."

Harry watched Mr. Borgin nodding and bowing to Lucius, while Draco was holding the diary and flipping through it excitedly, feeling a little desperate in his heart.He knew that it was impossible for him to rush over and get the diary back now, it would be courting death.

In order not to expose himself, he could only pretend that this diary had nothing to do with him.

Sorry, Riddle, I still haven't kept it.

☆、I am Voldemort

Harry didn't know how he got back to the Burrow that afternoon.He took a chance to sneak out after the Malfoys had left the shop, and was brought back to the Weasleys by Hagrid who happened to be passing by.

Everyone expressed concern and condolences to him, and asked where he had gone.Harry didn't want to say anything, just kept his head down, depressed.

Hagrid helped him carelessly: "I just went to Knockturn Alley to buy some medicine for abscesses... There is a witch who is going to trick Harry into buying her black nails! This little guy must be terrified..."

Ron patted him on the shoulder with both sympathy and envy: "Knockturn Alley! Parents never let us go, I heard it's fun inside."

"Yeah, I heard that there is a store that sells fluorescent skulls—"

"And trolls and big bats..."

Ginny gave a small scream, and Mrs Weasley shot her twin sons a glare.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Wrong, mother..."

Harry forced a smile and said, "I saw Malfoy in Knockturn Alley."

"Malfoy? What's he doing there?" Ron immediately became interested.

"His father brought him here, as if to sell some things."

"Hmph, I must be guilty, because the bureau will start checking soon..." Mr. Weasley snorted coldly.

"Dad, what did you and Mr. Malfoy talk about that day?"

Harry was also a little curious about this matter, so he pretended not to care and listened carefully.

"Hey, why do you care so much..."

"Dad! I want to know!"

"It's just that there are some, and it's not a big deal...God knows why he suddenly proposed to visit my house. He probably wanted to know if I had set an example. It turns out that I am much better than him. At least I didn't sell prohibited items in advance." Mr. Weasley was a little smug.

In the next process of buying books, Harry was absent-minded. He stepped on Ron several times while walking, almost entered the wrong store, and took the same book twice, which made Ron wonder if he was because of Went to Knockturn Alley and screwed my brains out.

They were sitting by the side of the street eating ice cream, Harry stared blankly at the passing crowd, shrieking lights flickered in the shop, and boys and girls in small cloaks were led past by their parents.He doesn't know what to eat.

He thought he didn't have any deep feelings for Riddle, but a kind of guilt and shame for himself and others.It's like clearly making a promise but breaking it because of your own negligence, and getting the worst ending.

night.Malfoy Manor.

Draco sat on the velvet dark blue sofa, playing with the new broom he bought in his hand boredly.After a while he lost interest, stood up and tiptoed to the door of Lucius' office, and eavesdropped on the door.

The sound insulation effect of the black carved door was quite good, he didn't hear any substantive content, and stomped his feet a little irritably.

Draco thought that the book was a gift his father bought him, but he took it and entered the office without saying a word to him, or giving him any hints - as he would have given before - this It made him a little unhappy.

That notebook might be different in some way.He thought that when his father asked Mr. Borgin if someone sold it to him, it seemed to have something to do with Arthur Weasley...

He finally slipped into his office after dinner when Lucius was out to meet his guests.Lucius's office has always been neat and tidy, with all kinds of materials put away in categories. There is a silver cobra sculpture on the corner of the table, which looks low-key yet noble.

Draco had been here many times, and it wasn't even the first time he'd been here to steal.There is a tacit competitive relationship between him and his father, like playing a game of who will know the truth first, and the winner will be rewarded-of course, with Lucius' education method, he will not be stingy with his son. Praise.

There were a few theoretical books and a stack of documents on the desk, Draco glanced briefly and then looked away.Where would he put the notebook?Based on his understanding of his father and how much he cherishes this thing, he should put it in——

Lucius opened the door of the study directly after returning home.It was empty, the teacups and pens were in their proper places, and the ink on the documents had dried.Lucius looked at the ink stains on the edge, which were traces of ink dripping from the tip of the pen.

He knew the kid had made it again.

Draco sat at the desk, fiddling with a diary.Even though it was blank, he still flipped the pages with great interest, as if he wanted to see something from the vertical and horizontal stripes.

He flipped through it once, cast "velocity revealing" on it, and used the revealing potion, but the diary was still stubborn, and it didn't change at all.

Draco wasn't discouraged, the harder the mystery the more valuable it was to him... at least it made him find it a little more interesting.

He took out a high-grade quill pen from the pen holder. The tail pattern is a three-layer structure of blue, white and yellow circles, which is soft and gorgeous.

He thought for a while and wrote in his diary:

who are you?

Soon, the words he wrote sank into the pages of the book, disappearing like rainwater flowing into the soil.Then a line of words reappeared where he had written, the handwriting was completely different, but it was exactly the same three words:

who are you?

Draco was taken aback, and immediately felt his fingers trembling, and hot blood poured from his limbs into his palm.

I am Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family.He wrote quickly.

Hello Mr. Malfoy.Is your father Lucius Malfoy?

Draco was startled.

Yes.Excuse me, may I know your name?

Very few people know my real name.But I can tell you my other name.I hope you won't tell anyone else when you know.

certainly.You can trust me that every Malfoy will keep his word.

This time Draco waited for a while before the writing appeared on the diary again.He held his breath and looked down, his face suddenly turned pale and his expression froze.

I believe Lucius raised a good son.Then I'll tell you my name.I am Voldemort.

The quill fell to the ground with a clatter.

Draco, as the young master of the Malfoy family and the future heir, naturally has a special car to pick him up and drop him off in his daily travels, and the butler will open the door for him when he gets on and off the car, so he doesn't need to bother at all.He usually enjoys this kind of treatment very much, rather it has become a habit.

But this time something is different.

It was the first time for him to do something out of his father's control. Although it didn't feel so good to be ordered, but from the status of the person behind it, it was a worthwhile transaction.And it can also give him a taste of the thrill of independence... Draco thought like this, desperately trying to get rid of the thought of "just asking you to send a diary" in his mind.

He hired a car to go to the Burrow early in the morning, wondering what the hell this place is so far away... The diary in his schoolbag is old and lonely, as if sleeping in time.He felt a little bored, so he took it out and took out a quill.

Hello Master, I'm already on my way to The Burrow.You can be delivered to Potter today.

You did very well.I am very satisfied.The timeless font quickly emerged, each stroke was hard and neat, but without losing the smoothness of the lines.

Thank you master.Excuse me, is there anything else you need my help with?

Not needed for now.I might ask Potter to come to you for help in the future, so be careful.

OK, master.That was the end of the topic, and Draco didn't dare to say anything more.

When he saw the impressive line in the diary that day, he felt bewildered first, and fear second.In fact, he still has a sense of unreality in his heart. This person who is communicating with him in a strange way is really the legendary Dark Lord?He actually talked to the supreme leader of the dark forces just like this, and even ran errands for him, doing what his father wanted to do but couldn't do?

Life is really full of drama.

The car was parked about 100 meters away from the Burrow. Draco sat in the car and waited for a while before realizing that he didn't bring a butler with him when he went out this time, so he could only open the door and walk down.The car drove away in a hurry, the heavy exhaust fumes made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help frowning.

What to do next?How would he give this diary to Potter... He couldn't just ring the doorbell, it would be too silly.But there seems to be no other way...

☆, return

Draco thought for a long time, and finally decided to ask the diary.Even if you make adults feel stupid, you can't do anything wrong. It's always right to be careful.

Master, how should I hand the diary to Potter?As soon as he finished writing this question, he regretted it a little. No matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be lazy and didn't want to use his brain to think... But anyway, he was only in the second grade, so it was really difficult to complete this task.

I need to borrow some of your strength.Put your hand on the page.

Draco hesitated for a moment, but obediently put his hand on the diary.A suction pulled his fingers down, like a cold snake gnawing at his fingertips, there was a numb feeling, which was not annoying.But Draco gasped involuntarily, feeling that something important had flowed from his body.

The suction lasted for a while and then disappeared. Draco withdrew his hand, still feeling a faint tingling.He followed the instructions in the diary to a nearby public restroom and hid in a cubicle.

Master, I have done as you asked.he wrote.

very good.The black characters flashed on the snow-white paper, and the next moment, a group of faint blue mist floated from the surface of the paper, slowly rose into the air, and formed a vague human shape like squeezing plasticine.

Draco almost dropped the diary.But he's glad he didn't.

The man held out his hand to Draco, and Draco quickly handed him the quill in his hand.He stretched out another hand and whispered, "Paper."

Draco put the diary on the ground, found a notebook from his schoolbag, tore a page and handed it to him.

The boy wrote something on the paper with a quill pen. He wrote very fast, and the gesture of turning his wrists has a sharp and elegant beauty, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.He then borrowed Draco's wand and cast a spell on the paper, and the white paper automatically folded into the shape of a thousand paper cranes, lying quietly in his palm.

The boy motioned Draco to open his fingers, and he put the thousand paper cranes in his palm. The imaginary fingers seemed to touch his warm skin, and there was a cool feeling: "Take this, let it fly where no one is around. Then go Find a place in the backyard of the Burrow to wait. Don't let anyone find out."

Before Draco could answer, the boy turned into a puff of mist and retracted into the diary, disappearing.

Harry was sitting in his bedroom, flipping through his newly bought textbooks.Their second graders were required to buy a whole set of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.It is said that Lockhart is a famous handsome wizard, every one of his books has a picture of him smiling for the camera, those blue eyes really catch the attention of women.No wonder Mrs. Weasley admired him so much...well, would Mr. Weasley hit him in that case?

Harry didn't have a problem with Lockhart, he thought his book was interesting to read as a storybook.As for whether he is really as heroic as in the book, that is not something he should consider.

Harry turned a page, and the book was talking about Lockhart being trapped in a telephone booth by a werewolf. The hairy arm was already leaning against his ear, and the eyes as big as copper bells were staring at him viciously. The glass of the telephone booth The beautiful full moon is reflected on the wall...

He heard something, at first it was just a soft pop or two, like raindrops hitting ground glass, and then it became heavier and faster, as if someone was banging on the window so hard that Harry couldn't help but Don't get out of the story.

He looked towards the window and rubbed his eyes.

A snow-white thousand paper crane was parked there, and it was slamming into the closed window violently, and the originally folded edge swayed with the impact.It almost knocked itself apart.

It's hard to imagine that such a small paper crane can have such a powerful force, and it's hard to believe that it has nothing to do with magic.Thinking about it this way seems to be a lot easier to accept.Harry walked over and opened the window before it knocked him apart.

A thousand paper cranes flew in and landed on the back of his hand.He took it and looked around, and found that there seemed to be ink stains on its wings.Harry thought of something and carefully took it apart.

After unfolding, there was a line of words on the inside of the paper.The beautiful and unique font is instantly recognizable.

Potter, come to the backyard of the Burrow.

"Hmph, this is for you." The boy in front of him handed over a black diary with one hand with a face of reluctance.He stood under the shadow of the tree, and the mottled light and shadow covered his whole body, making his hair lighter and his skin paler.

Harry took the diary without saying a word, and put it in his pocket like a baby.He looked at Draco, he seemed to have traveled a long distance, dusty, with unconcealable fatigue in his brows and eyes.

"Did you come all the way here just to give a diary?" Harry couldn't understand, he felt that there must be something