HP-Turn out right

They rushed out of the door of the Response Room, and they both fell to the ground. Harry braced himself, and suddenly found that the tiara had fallen on the doorway, shining brightly. Enduring the aches and pains all over his body, Harry got up and pointed his toes at the cursed tiara , kicked hard, and the soul piece fell into the monstrous fire.

The devil's flame belongs to advanced black magic, but fire is usually an important medium to drive away evil. A large amount of black mist sprang out from the silver crown and swelled into three huge black lumps that looked like human faces. They opened their mouths angrily, but Not really making a sound.The door slammed shut, but Harry still felt like he was going deaf and had a splitting headache, which lasted for a while before disappearing. How many soul tablets are left?

He rubbed his temples, thinking of telling Hermione and Ron quickly, Harry turned away without even looking at the blond boy.

"Harry, wait..."

Malfoy called his name, and then there was the sound of objects falling.

Harry was condescending, staring at the boy who might make him compromise again. Malfoy was injured and unconscious, and Malfoy looked quite fragile. On the ground, everything is invincible, just looking for his aura.Harry drew out his wand and aimed it, "wake up immediately", a faint white light covered Malfoy's whole body.

Merlin probably wanted to carry forward the spirit of repaying evil with kindness. It would be even better if he met Gryffindor who had a savior complex. The mission of saving everyone in the magic world was on him, and it was not allowed to stand by and do nothing...

The boy didn't move. Harry stretched out his foot and kicked the sole of his shoe, sighed, deeply feeling the malice of fate and Merlin.He used the Levitation Charm to levitate the blond boy's entire body, about one meter above the ground, with his toes pointing up, and his black cloak fluttering under him. Harry walked behind, directing the unconscious boy to the school infirmary.Along the way, without bothering to keep the blond boy's head safe, Harry was sure that the blond head had slammed into walls or other obstacles quite a few times, and the guilt was easy to get used to, and it really wouldn't be too difficult.

It wasn't Madam Pomfrey who was busy running around in the infirmary, but a young wizard with brown hair and a round face. "Drunk really sucks, doesn't it?" he said to a pale girl holding a bucket. Said, looking up to see the two coming, "Bobby has a long vacation, I'm Ryan O'Malley, the only medical wizard who can come to Hogwarts to replace him, it's a great honor to serve Harry Potter, I've been reminded that the little lion We are often the key guests", he said a lot of words with an optimistic look, Harry smiled awkwardly, "We went to the Forbidden Forest, and he was attacked by people and horses".

The lie was blurted out, Harry's experience was that sometimes people don't need the truth or the truth, and the friendly therapist raised an eyebrow but didn't question it.Because of the crowd, Ryan instructed Harry to move Malfoy to the corner bed, hey!That's my permanent bed!There were so many students that Harry only dared to protest in his heart, but dared not speak out.

The round-faced therapist cast a few diagnostic spells, "Oh! Asclepius' scepter*, centaurs can breathe fire." He muttered, and was about to undo Malfoy's cloak when he was caught Interrupted by a group of students screaming for help, the round-faced wizard asked Harry apologetically to stay and help his friend: strip off all his clothes and clean the wound, "You are all boys, don't be shy, I'll be right back!" Harry shouted inwardly Sighing, but he just nodded and watched the healer go.

Harry pursed his mouth, and pulled off Malfoy's black cloak with his fingers, but felt a strange wetness on the heavy fabric, and was surprised that his palms were dyed an ominous dark red.There were large bloodstains on Malfoy's shoulders, soaking the dark blue shirt, and due to too much blood seeping into the outermost cloak, Harry muttered about the disgusting ferret, unconsciously put his fingers lightly, and slowly opened the blood-stained shirt and Trousers half-burned by flames.

Harry deftly took out the cotton cloth and cleaning fluid from the bedside drawer. He had enough trauma experience to know that Muggle methods are sometimes more effective than magic, and the wounds are less painful when they heal. Draco has been removed. Only a pair of gray underpants were left, revealing his strong and muscular figure, Harry turned a blind eye to it, he only focused on looking for the wound, meticulous, with a gentleness that he didn't realize.

The white curtain was not drawn properly, and a pair of light-colored eyes watched curiously from the outside.

*The rod of Asclepius, also known as the snake rod, is a symbol of medical treatment in Western culture. It is the rod held by Asclepius, the god of medicine in Greek mythology.

4.2 Pansy`swords

As he promised, the medical wizard appeared in time and gave Malfoy the necessary treatment. "Trauma is not a big deal, but people's spiritual consciousness is too deep to wake up. I have seen this kind of situation in St. Mungo." Ryan Ruo Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "People who are under long-term stress or take too much dreamless potion will have this kind of dormancy phenomenon. They will wake up automatically when they have enough sleep. If it is convenient for you, help me watch him here until 2 hours By the way, replace the medicine cloth on his shoulder before leaving." He patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't worry, your friend will wake up soon." Ryan blinked playfully, and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "friend".

Harry didn't refuse this request. He could leave in a fair manner from the very beginning, his feet were as if they had been rooted, and now he had no suitable reason to leave here. The next secret needs to be open and honest.

The therapist directly assumes that they are good brothers, good friends. Doesn't he look like a stranger who reaches out to outsiders?Harry folded his hands on his chest and shivered. In order to keep the potion fresh, the temperature in the infirmary was very low. He reached out and adjusted the sheet on Draco's body.

Outside the white curtain was a group of students who were having a private Christmas celebration party at Hogwarts, chirping happily in the infirmary.Harry bent his knees and sat cross-legged on the wooden chair, fiddling with the golden snitch that Draco had given him, why the world went on as usual, his own life had been turned upside down, and everyone else was still in their carefree little The world was alive and well, celebrating non-wizard-traditional festivals happily, and ignored him.

The walnut-sized golden snitch's silver wings kept turning, slowly floated up, and nimbly escaped from Harry's palm, flying around in the small compartment, shining golden light.

"Hey! Potter, what's the matter with you and Draco?" A head belonging to Pansy Parkinson emerged from the gap in the white curtain, "He was attacked by Hagrid's fangs, I saved him" Harry wove His lies made the girl chuckle, and he frowned, watching her step into the cubicle, and took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down.

"Anyway, I think Draco finally made his move. I'm glad to see you here by his side, Harry." The intimate tone of Slytherin, who had zero friendly interactions, made Harry very uncomfortable. The content made him even more confused, "I was instructed to stay here purely involuntarily," Harry said neutrally.Pansy's pale blue eyes watched him with an expression of interest, and he wriggled uneasily.

Draco had nastyly snatched Colin Fleet's Muggle camera back in fourth year, claiming to take pictures of Harry's clumsy appearances in the Triumvirate, and Slytherin had never seen any of them , Draco looked disdainful, saying that the camera was difficult to use.Pansy had never believed it, and the fact that Draco had declared how he hated Harry Potter and so on, and that he had stopped paying attention to Harry was also a clue.

"Cooperated for the first time in Slug's class. You can make Felicia faster than everyone else, and it's easy to fight with each other during Quidditch matches, but you won't have physical conflicts with other colleges." Harry rolled his eyes, which really only explained Parkinson's penchant for observing people, and he wondered what else the girl could say that he didn't know.Pansy smiled, one of the few moments when he smiled genuinely "When you came back with Digory, it was chaos, everyone was talking loudly, jostling, and Draco rushed over and almost knocked me over, He stopped in front of you, knelt down in front of you, his arms outstretched, touching your shoulders, and Draco remained in that position until the headmaster came."

The girl left with a mysterious smile, leaving the dazed boy behind.

The snitch obediently staying in the cubicle floated above Draco's face. Harry looked from the snitch to Draco's peaceful sleeping face, and memories flooded into his head uncontrollably: "Harry, wait ’, and—the gray eyes like a storm brewing, the warm breath caressing the face, the rapid heartbeat of both sides...

"Golden Snitch Flying" Harry stuffed the Golden Snitch back into his pocket with a flushed face, with his left hand on his chin, unconsciously biting the overlong left cuff. I like Ginny Wesley, golden red hair, brown?Or blue eyes?She was the right one for me.He should express his heart to Ginny quickly, what is he waiting for?

After a few minutes, Harry finally focused on his priorities, thinking about the lightness of the letter, what he should and shouldn't have told Ron and Hermione.

A ray of sunlight came into the room, Draco blinked, put his hands back, raised his upper body, groaned, the sides of his head throbbed, he didn't remember hitting him.Draco directly picked up the white smoke potion that was placed on the side table, raised his head and drank it all in one breath, and the pain was relieved immediately.Draco breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the bed.

At this moment, he noticed a familiar frizzy black-haired head lying near the head of his bed, arms pressed under, revealing white pink fingers, "Potter...".

People say love conquers all, that's because they don't know it's going to kill you... Wouldn't it be nice if, the emotion that was raging in your heart right now could kill Voldemort?

He could give up on himself, but he didn't want to give up on Harry.

"Would you like to come with me and escape from all this?" he whispered. They could hide. Many wizards escaped Voldemort's heyday and bloody reign like this. arrive.

Draco first fiddled with Harry's soft hair, his thick palm with thin calluses went down, and wrapped the hand loosely, his thumb couldn't help drawing circles on the back of the hand, he wished that time could stop moving forward , stay at this moment forever.

The owner of the hand moved, raised his head, his eyes were sleepy, his black hair curled up all over the place, Harry felt the temperature of another person on his hand, and when the nerve transmission message was finally understood by his brain, his green eyes opened suddenly, staring at the person in front of him. The blond boy, he tugged at his hand and it didn't let go, the gray eyes filled with that intense, predatory emotion again, the hand was clenched so tight it almost hurt, but Harry felt What the other party grabbed was not his hand but a certain part of his heart.

A few seconds later Draco let him go, his eyes were burning but he couldn't understand why, "I...uh, um, I have to go." Harry stepped back quickly and pushed the white partition "Don't run around, we It's not over yet!" He turned his head, looking at the ground, and said in a nasty voice.