if i am not me

The somewhat hasty pace stopped at the door of the robe shop, Harry looked up, and the beautiful dark gold font on the signboard exuding the fragrance shimmered: Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store.It seems that I remember correctly, thinking so, Harry pushed open the door with his shoulder and walked in.

The short and chubby Mrs. Malkin always had a comfortable smile on her face, and her purple dress looked kind and tasteful. Seeing Harry's embarrassment, she just took it with a smile. Harry's birdcage, said in a pleasant voice, "A Hogwarts school uniform, my dear?"

Nodding breathlessly, Harry took a few deep breaths before slowly saying, "Yes, ma'am."

"Then we have to measure the size for you first, and you go to the back hall and wait for me." After finishing speaking, he put the birdcage in his hand on the counter and pointed to a room inside, "You can put everything Put it here."

"Thank you." Obviously Madam Malkin had seen his embarrassment, Harry couldn't wait to put all the things in his hand on the counter, and then walked towards the inner room.Harry wasn't the only guest here, there was already a young man standing on the footstool, letting a witch pin up his black robe.

As soon as Harry walked in, he was attracted all the attention by the young man—the short platinum blonde hair was smooth and smooth, his fair complexion was almost pale, and his delicate and beautiful features seemed childish due to impatience.

Draco Malfoy.

Without even thinking about it, the name popped into my mind, as if it had been deeply engraved in my soul.

It turned out that I had remembered him so deeply all these years—this person who had competed with him in school for five years, but died because of him in the end.As spies who hide deeper than Snape, they can be said to be the main contributors to the Order of the Phoenix's ability to wipe out Voldemort and his followers in one fell swoop.If that incident had not happened, his future glory would be self-evident, and his future would be limitless.

But it was this boy who had cursed him countless times during the five years when they hated each other, stood by his side without hesitation when the Order of the Phoenix even betrayed him, even though he knew death was waiting for him.

It has been said that the person who knows you best is often your enemy.If this statement is true, then he probably never saw Malfoy as an enemy, because he never understood him... Ever since he rejected the offered hand in first year, all he saw was That bitter, mean, rogue young master, that sworn enemy who would lead his followers to laugh at him, tease him, and wait for an opportunity to provoke him to make his college's scores drop again and again.In his short life, he never saw the real Draco Malfoy...

Zhengpi was in a daze, but Mrs. Malkin, who came behind him for no reason, patted him on the shoulder and brought back his wandering thoughts, "Honey, stand on the stool first."

"Oh..." Stutteringly replied, Harry, who came back to his senses, immediately stood on the low stool next to Malfoy, and Madam Malkin involuntarily put a robe on him, and began to pin him out. Fits his length.

"Hey," Bored turned his eyes from the window to the store, and Draco suddenly noticed the black-haired boy beside him. He didn't intend to talk to him, and he couldn't help asking when he saw the black robe on the boy. , "Did you also go to Hogwarts?"

The slightly haughty and slow tone made Harry curl his lips, and nodded reservedly, "Yeah, are you too?"

Raising his eyebrows, Draco glanced at Harry, "Of course, otherwise I'd ask you what to do."

Blinking his eyes, Harry didn't seem to hear the disdain in his tone, and after an "oh", he continued to ask, "Are you shopping alone?" He knew that he was out of words, but he couldn't help thinking The desire to talk to Draco, even if it was all incomprehensible nonsense.

"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother went to the street to find a magic wand." Draco raised his neck, showing a playful look, "Actually, I want a broomstick more, I don't understand why the freshman Can't have my own broomstick. But I'm going to force Dad to buy me one and try to sneak it in."

Looking at Drake at this moment, Harry chuckled secretly, tilted his head and said in a pretentious manner, "Broomsticks? Why don't you try to get the seniors to bring them in for you? When you want to use them It’s fine if you don’t use it.” He believed that with the power of the Malfoy family, there should be many people eager to be this "broom keeper".

Harry's proposal obviously aroused Draco's more interest in him, and his expression became less indifferent. "Maybe I can try. By the way, do you know which house you've been sorted into?"

"I don't know," said Harry, shaking his head, "I haven't been to school yet."

Hearing this, Draco smiled, "Yes, no one really knows which house they will be assigned to before they arrive at school. However, I know that I will be assigned to Slytherin, because our whole family graduated from there .If I was sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I would quit school, what do you think?" Draco shivered slightly when he thought that he might be in Hufflepuff, if Harry hadn't focused all his attention on Almost nothing can be found on him.

Thinking about Lucius Malfoy's serious face, indeed, if Draco really entered Hufflepuff, the relationship between father and son might be dissolved.But that was nothing to worry about, because he could testify that Drake would be the perfect Slytherin.Just about to express his opinion, Draco suddenly said, "Hey, look at that man!"

Harry turned his head and looked out of the window as he said, and a tall, almost unhuman figure broke into his eyes, it was Hagrid.Carrying the pink umbrella—actually his broken wand—he hurried past the window, his burly stature forcing those around him to lean out of the way for him.

Harry counted the time, his eyes darkened.He didn't expect it to be today, the day Hagrid came to Gringotts to get the Philosopher's Stone.In the past, Hagrid came to Diagon Alley for two purposes, the Sorcerer's Stone and helping Harry Potter buy things, but now...

"He's so tall!" Harry looked at Hagrid in surprise, and sighed genuinely.And Draco glanced at him calmly after hearing the answer, "My father said he was born to a wizard and a giant, but..."

"Giant?" Harry's exclamation interrupted Draco's next words, and he looked over with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Do they really exist?"

"Yes, it does exist..." Draco hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak. "Your parents are not like us, are they?"

Hearing this, the expression on Harry's face froze, and then he said with a hint of bitterness, "You mean they are wizards?"

"Hmm." Draco seemed to have guessed the answer from Harry's face, so he didn't continue to ask, but Harry's faint words still got into his ears, "I haven't seen them, maybe they are Wizards... isn't there something called genetics? Hehe..."

The reluctance in that laughter can be heard even if Draco is really a dude, let alone...

"Oh, I'm sorry." There was a faint apology in the voice, and if it wasn't for years of understanding, Harry could hardly hear the difference from his usual tone.Harry had always believed that the young master had no idea how offensive his tone was, but now Harry felt that he was maintaining that tone on purpose.

The scene instantly cooled down.On the surface, it is because of Harry's unspeakable family relationship, but in fact, Draco feels that their relationship should stay at this stage.That's it, for Muggle-born wizards, it's the greatest courtesy for him not to sarcasm... But what is the reluctance in his heart?

Of course Harry knew what Draco was concerned about. The pride of pure-blood nobles did not allow the orthodox heir of the Malfoy family to take the initiative to befriend a Muggle, but Harry didn't want their relationship to be defined by that inexplicable reason in his opinion. Therefore, in this life, he wanted to know the real Draco Malfoy.

"By the way, my name is Harry Johnson. What's your name?" Ignoring Draco's deliberate indifference, Harry showed the most sincere smile and looked at the boy next to him. The dazzling expression made it impossible for anyone who saw it to refuse The kindness in it.

Draco looked at the bright smile of the boy in front of him, and his rationality made him respond with an indifferent cold snort, but there was a place in his heart that was ready to move, as if a voice was constantly urging himself to tell him his name, and then Be friends with him, even if he's a Muggle.

The palms were continuously clenched into fists, and then released again. Draco hesitated and looked at Harry, who was laughing more and more wantonly, and finally the clamoring desire in his heart overcame his reason.He bit his lower lip, closed his eyes deeply, and then slowly opened them.Only then did Harry realize that he had eyes as blue as the clearest blue sky—clean and transparent.

His expression softened suddenly, and the corners of Draco's mouth slightly curled up, "Draco Malfoy. You can call me Draco."