HP-Turn out right

Beside the bed in the corner of the infirmary, a middle-aged blond wizard was sitting on a wooden chair, with his back straight, holding a snake staff, and the tip of his dragon leather shoe gently touching the floor. He was waiting for Draco to wake up. "Your son is very lucky to have Harry as a friend. He is careful and good at caring for wounds. He is quite qualified as a healer. He is still here with him until dawn." 』The last words of the talkative therapist sounded the alarm in Lucius Malfoy's heart. He needs to delve into his son's head to get more information to judge how bad things are.

A person's consciousness in sleep is defenseless, like an open book, and the information contained in it can be easily found, especially for those who are familiar with Legilimency. From what he sees, son All the contradictory behaviors can indirectly explain Potter's actions. Things are like a deranged devil's vine, out of control and out of control.

Lucius was very angry, because he put his son in danger, let the child almost die in the fire because he was ashamed of disobeying his father's orders and expectations. I was forced to grow up overnight.Yet in a time of war, a man pays a price to overthrow a long-held belief when his wife is brutally murdered and his only son must hurt the one he loves.

He took out a small photo of Narcissa from the hidden pocket of his robe. The young and beautiful woman smiled at her husband and put her palm on the transparent frame. Lucius squeezed the photo tightly, "I really hope you are here here…".

"Father? You're here." The blond boy struggled to get up, his eyes wandering anxiously, "The mission failed, I'm sorry, you must be very disappointed..."

He gasped as his father hugged him, hesitantly grabbing Lucius' shirt.Draco hadn't been hugged by his parents since he was 5 years old. Now that he was taller than his father, he felt like a child again and was deeply loved.

"Draco, I want to talk about your mother, do you want to hear it?"

Narcissa disagreed with the Dark Lord's point of view earlier than her husband. In recent years, a large number of pure-blood families have disappeared, including the fall of Slytherin's family loyal to Voldemort, which made her more determined in her cognition "the pure blood of wizards" The goal has not been achieved, I am afraid that in the end there will be only Muggles left in the world", "This is because Death Eaters rarely have a relationship with women, your consideration is too weak" Lucius told his wife with a smile.

The Dark Lord once questioned his loyalty, took away his magic wand, and Lucius redeemed it by massacring an entire street and nearly a hundred Muggles. This was just one of the tyrannical warnings. Because of his outstanding function, Lucius' diplomatic and political skills are no longer valued, and he has been reduced from a senior staff member to a bloody butcher.

His long-accumulated dissatisfaction reached its peak and was finally released, and his faith collapsed.But Narcissa has already negotiated with the Order of the Phoenix in private, and she will give them the golden cup. Mrs. Malfoy went out on an ordinary Tuesday morning, and returned at night with a cold corpse and Hufflepuff's thousand-year-old golden cup.Until now, no one has found out that the cup was swapped. The Dark Lord killed someone for the cup, which puzzled him a lot, but that was obviously something that the Dark Lord didn't want to be found. He made the most reckless decision in his life to ally with the light side.

Grief sustains the thoughts of loved ones, father and son share love and grief for the same person, "The dead die forever, and may the living rise again, stronger*." Lucius reads Malfoy's Family motto, turning the sterling silver wolf head patriarch ring on his hand "The Dark Lord has already suspected us, I told him you will kill Dumbledore. Potter must be a witness, I think, this is a plan to kill two birds with one stone."

Draco opened his father's gray eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief, "No, father, no, you saw it too, I'm not capable of that..." The son who obeyed blindly resisted his father for the first time, Draco paused for a while, "Wait, you said... hu-Potter wants to see it too?"

Lucius nodded solemnly, ignoring his son's slip of the tongue. "The Dark Lord doesn't want to wait any longer at the Manor, because Potter is still here, and he ordered that the Death Eaters will attack Hogwarts within a week." He sighed, and again When he spoke, his tone was cautious, "You can remove his memory, but emotions are not easily erased. Potter's monk's hatred is not strong enough. If Dumbledore is not sure of the effectiveness of the blood contract, he can't let Potter take risks, so , Draco, this is your last chance."

"I can't do it...Father, how can you expect me to do these things, I don't think I can do it..." Now is not a good time to argue about privacy, Draco turned his back to his father and replied softly.

He once doubted the effectiveness of the spell, which was simply a gamble by the headmaster. Without a second plan, he could only obey the order and ended in a shameful failure.

"Think about your mother's sacrifice, think about how she died...you have to be brave, you have to be ruthless, you have to make Potter hate you..." Lucius' tone was gentler, he stroked his son's shoulder, Della Ke trembled, wanting to shake it off but didn't dare, the weight on his hand contained his mother's death, guilt and responsibility, it was so heavy and unbearable.

Harry's feedback was like one sweet dream after another to him. He hugged him first, obviously so angry, but he didn't follow his words to go to the disappearing cabinet, and even risked his life to save his life and even took care of him...

Everyone will die, and they will wake up from their dreams before they die. After all, there is no turning back.

"I love him as you love your dead mother..."

"I know...son, I know." Lucius whispered, and the hand on his son's shoulder pressed harder.

*Adapted from the lines of the American drama Game of Thrones, original text: Whatisdeadmayneverdie,butrisesagain,harderandstrongerTranslation: The dead are not dead, they will rise again, and their momentum is stronger

5.1 Golden Snitch

The large fireplace in the Gryffindor living room blazed brightly, mixed with the crisp sound of "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep". Apart from a few students studying hard with their books in their hands, the Audio-Technica also gathered together.Harry hugged a reddish-brown pillow and sat reclined in the armchair. Ron and Hermione, who had returned to Hogwarts half an hour ago, were sitting on either side of him. They looked tired but excited.

"Fortunately, you managed to win over Kreacher, Harry, the loyalty of the house elves in exchange for important information! We broke into the Ministry of Magic just to get Slytherin's locket!" Ron couldn't hide his excitement, causing the volume to rise. Too big, and Hermione patted him on the elbow.

"Umbridge hung around his thick neck like a medal, and we stole it with a little trick, and the old Toad got mad and cast the Unforgivable Curse on me..." he whispered, as hard as he could. Instead of laughing, explaining how those little tricks made the "old hag" go, Ron wondered that the dark-haired boy didn't join him in laughing at Umbridge, looking too calm, unlike Harry before.

"And I saved your life," Hermione put in haughtily. "Honestly, if you'd spared the time to say those provocative things, we could have left sooner."

"So what do you do with that locket?" Harry asked anxiously, pointing to the center of gravity.

"A patron saint of the doe sent Gryffindor's sword. I used the sword to split the locket in two and destroy it completely. Voldemort has 0 points and King Wesley has 1 point." Ron danced with his arms and legs Said, Hermione reached out to tap him on the top of the head, but he pulled her and fell into his arms.

Ron encircled her waist with his arms, and kissed Hermione's cheek vigorously. He was about to attack the girl's lips, but his ear was pulled violently. He let go of his girlfriend with a strange cry.Hermione straightened her hair and clothes, blushing. Ron rubbed his ears and winked at the girl, in exchange for another blow on the head.

Normally, Harry would complain loudly or roll his eyes during the intimate behavior between the two, but tonight, his friend was uncharacteristically staring at them with a face that seemed to be crying, Harry realized that she was looking at him, and quickly turned away. Turn your head to the other side, and raise your hand to wipe your face.

Hermione sat down next to him, hooked the boy's arm, and pressed her cheek against his shoulder, and Harry looked hurt by their behavior, although she was desperate to know why, her sixth sense as a girl told her It's about emotional issues, but Harry is a tough guy who is not afraid of being pushed, and it takes time to attack and defend slowly.

"Go ahead, leave me alone." Harry said sullenly, and put his head lightly on the girl's fluffy brown hair, reached into his pocket and fumbled, and took out the golden snitch, and the free golden ball was in the air Flying, refracted by the sparks from the fireplace, shining brightly, it made Harry irresistibly think of the boy who gave him the golden snitch.

The two snuggled together for a while without talking, Ron cast a puzzled look at the girl, Hermione silently lip-synced her answer, he nodded, and Hermione decided that it was time to bring back the topic of the conversation, She let go of the black-haired boy, coughed and spoke.

"Harry, with the tiara in the Occurrence Room, it's miraculous how efficiently we've searched for soul pieces. The doe isn't the only Patronus we've encountered. In fact, I rely on a wolf-shaped Only the Patronus can take Ron out of the Ministry of Magic."

"I really want to thank these patron saint wizards in person, and I don't want to die young." Ron turned his neck and murmured, changing his posture to lie on the sofa where three people were sitting, with his long legs protruding handrail.

He and Hermione went back to Hogwarts directly after receiving Harry's letter. In order to be considerate to his girlfriend, he was in charge of the guard work. He hadn't closed his eyes for more than 20 hours. The effect of the refreshing potion was fading, and Ron felt drowsy. .

Hermione covered him with the blanket herself and kissed him lightly on the cheek.Harry looked dazed again, this time no one noticed.

"Dumbledore has also been giving us hints. He gave me a book of wizarding fairy tales. Have you heard the story of the three Peverell brothers?" Hermione spent 10 minutes talking about the three brothers and the Holy Ghost. Wizard fairy tales, she and Harry argued about the credibility of the fairy tales, "So what if there is an invisibility cloak, it didn't help my parents, stories are just stories" Harry said defensively, crossing his arms.

"Listen, Harry," Hermione explained in a slow tone, "this is just a legend, telling us that there were three powerful magic items in the past that could resist death, and your cloak is proof of the existence of the holy object—"

"What if Voldemort manages to get the Elder Wand?" Ron, who had clearly been listening to the conversation, said exactly what the girl was thinking.

"Then you probably need to use the rebirth stone to revive me." Harry said sullenly, and the other two looked at each other in blank dismay. They knew better than anyone else how much pressure Harry was under, and what they could do was to provide friendship, support and companionship, and Looking forward to it all being over as soon as possible and freeing him from his heavy responsibilities.

The Iron Triangle watched the miniature spheres flying in the air together in silence. Harry inadvertently caught a glimpse of the surface of the golden sphere that seemed to have stains. He caught the tumbling golden snitch, took a deep breath, and before wiping it off with his sleeve, the surface of the golden sphere emerged. A row of slender characters: live in the moment (nowisgood) and slide a small opening, a fingernail-sized thing floats out, slowly extending in the air into a transparent bottle as long as his thumb, which contains faint silver Liquid of white light.

"The Golden Snitch has physical memory, so you can know who was caught first. This is the Golden Snitch you caught with your mouth during a match." Ron En said in awe, "How did you get it, that bottle What's in it?" Hermione immediately asked a key question.

"It's from the headmaster. It's probably his memory sticky. You need a Pensieve to see it." Telling those bad truths will only arouse their pity and anger, both of which are the last things he needs. Recognizing that it belonged to Dumbledore's slender and slanted handwriting, Harry guessed that it was the message from the headmaster. He also declined his friend's proposal to go to the headmaster's office together. Ron seemed to be exhausted physically. All need a good night's sleep.

With such an important message coming from Malfoy, Harry made up his mind that the second thing on his list was to find that damned ferret and ask him about it.

He stepped out of Gryffindor's round hole at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the fat lady was not surprised, so she kindly told Harry to come back early.

The author has something to say: 1. It was deleted from the collection again, crying, and the text is divided into the pen training category, at least tell me what is wrong, characters, plot, writing style?

2. Well, just when I was whining, the number of readers dropped rapidly after Chapter 4, and I pointed out the problem.