[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"Don't sit there." Draco raised his head helplessly: "You blocked the light, please move to a place."

Sewell quickly moved his ass||||buttocks, he was so excited about the first words Draco said to him after the game, he simply went around to the opposite side of the table and sat next to Draco Going down, he asked flatteringly, "Are you still angry?"

The platinum aristocrat lowered his eyelids and stared blankly at a book in front of him, as if the book was not about the boring history of magic, but something interesting.

However, Sewell noticed that he hadn't turned the page for a long time. This discovery made him feel a little hopeful. He rubbed his brother, limp|softly, and called out again: "Draco?"

Draco didn't move.

After a long time, when Sewell was about to give up, the young master of the Malfoy family suddenly hummed something in a weak volume.

"What are you talking about?" Sewell moved his head closer: "The voice is too low for me to hear clearly."

"I said—" Draco stubbornly stared at the book in front of him, without even looking at Sewell, and amplified the volume: "I'm not angry!"

Sewell's eyes widened, and he shouted in a fuss: "You ignored me for eight days, and now you tell me you're not angry?"

A blush suddenly appeared on Draco's pale face. He was still staring at the book, but asked an irrelevant topic: "Where's the broom?"

"What?" Sewell asked, tilting his head.

"I said—!" Draco finally yelled unbearably: "Where is the broom I gave you!"

Before Sewell could react, Mrs. Pince rushed over with a feather duster and drove them away with an angry roar: "No yelling in the library—get out—get out—"

The two people who were kicked out by Mrs. Pince stood at the door of the library, their expressions were a little terrified. After a moment of silence, Sewell first answered the previous question: "The sweep is in the dormitory...why do you ask about the broom again?" He was a little sullen thinking that after ignoring me for so long, you finally agreed to talk to me. The topic is the broom?

Then he remembered the various protection methods that Draco and he yelled at last time, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, cleared his throat and said: "I wiped it with diamond abrasive after training yesterday... the other things you said... I still buy it." Sorry."

Draco seemed stunned for a moment, then shot him a troll-like glance.

Sewell was taken aback by the sight, so it's no wonder he trembled. Sewell wasn't used to being despised by Drake for eight days.Feeling that reconciliation was in sight in his heart, he was very happy, and rubbed against Drake shamelessly: "My great brother, are you still angry?"

"I said I'm not angry." The platinum nobleman frowned irritably and said, "I just didn't expect you to be so—" After thinking for a while, he used an adjective that he thought was particularly appropriate: "I didn't expect you to be so gran Fendo."

Sewell opened his mouth to retort, but Drake interrupted him: "Have you forgotten the accident that day?" Drake said lightly: "Your behavior wouldn't be so stupid—it was the broom I gave you. question."

—Is there something wrong with the broom?

Sewell stared at Draco for a long time before recalling the abnormal jolt of the broom—after all, Draco sent three non-products!It is normal to have problems!

"I thought someone else had cast some spell on my broom—" the little Gryffindor said that he had never thought about that: "And these few training sessions have been fine."

"Of course not." Draco rolled his eyes mockingly.

Sewell groaned, and didn't know how to start a conversation. He stared at Draco for a while, and finally Draco sighed: "I forgot to tell you, I set a weight limit on the broom, Cannot carry anything over 65kg."

Sewell let out another silly oh, and after a while, he remembered to ask the reason: "Why do you want to set this up?"

"Remind you to control your weight."

Sewell looked down at his completely thin arm, a little dazed, but for the sake of his arrogant brother not playing his temper, he nodded obediently, and said blankly: "Thank you..."

Drake also glanced at Sewell's little arm, clicked his tongue fiercely, and said impatiently: "I don't want an overweight cub to appear in the Malfoy family in the future, of course not now, but one day you will use it It deserves it, doesn't it?"

"Still—" he narrowed his eyes threateningly: "my dear brother plans to change his broom soon."

"of course not!"

"Very good." There was a trace of sneer on Draco's face, as if he was about to continue to say something, but a paper crane that suddenly appeared in front of the two of them interrupted his speech.The older platinum nobleman fired a few detection spells with his wand, and after confirming that there was no problem, he caught|||||caught it.

The paper crane unfolded into a note in Draco's palm, and it was written in scrawled handwriting: Sewell, if Malfoy is here, please come to the Room of Requirement (we need a safe and private place to talk), and Very very important thing to tell you.

Signature is Harry Potter.

Draco's pale golden eyebrows furrowed invisibly, and then returned to normal. He raised his chin haughtily, let out a loud sneer from his nose, and asked in disbelief: "Who gave Potter the illusion? I Will you obey his orders?"

"Maybe it's because... I don't know the way?" Sewell tugged on Drake's sleeve and said flatteringly.

For a moment, Draco's expression made Sewell think that he was about to be scolded again, but unexpectedly, the sixth-year Slytherin didn't say another word, shook his sleeves, and threw a "follow me." walk outside.

In fact, the platinum nobleman in the sixth grade was also very curious about the 'very, very important thing' that Harry said, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly.

Sewell followed Draco to the tapestry of Barnabas on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, muttering in his heart 'we need a safe and secret place to talk', walked through that section of the wall three times, Finally, the very smooth door that appeared suddenly opened.

There is not much space behind the door, because the first three people to enter are Gryffindors, and the decoration is in the obvious Gryffindor style, with dark red curtains on the walls, golden tassels hanging, and many A worn red sofa that looked a lot like the one in the Gryffindor lounge.

The Gryffindor trio sat on some of the sofas in the middle, Harry didn't look lifeless at all, he threw himself completely on the sofa, leaning his head back on the sofa back, with his right hand resting on his eyes, Block the harsh light.Hearing the sound of Sewell and the others entering, Harry didn't even move a finger.

On the small table in front of them was a bottle of Flame Whiskey that had obviously been enjoyed. Ron and Hermione looked very disturbed, but they still urged them to sit down.

Sewell subconsciously looked back at Draco, and it was no surprise that he saw great disgust on his face.He knew that the other party would definitely not stay on such a Gryffindor chair, so he swiftly turned one of the golden-red sofas into a green one with silver trim, and respectfully invited the picky Slytherin to take a seat.Draco looked a little better now, but he still snorted when he sat down.

Draco leaned back on the back of the sofa, his posture was languid but absolutely polite-this was completely different from the messiah who felt like he was completely slumped on the sofa.He lazily brushed the few strands of light blonde hair that hung down his forehead to where they should be, and then said in a condescending tone: "Potter, you can talk now."

Harry pulled his hands back from his eyes. He had two big dark circles under his eyes, and he looked very tired and in a bad state of mind.

He didn't talk about the thing he wanted to tell them, but instead poured a few glasses of wine, handed a glass to Draco, and quickly twitched the corners of his lips: "Trust me, you will need it."

Draco rolled his eyes at it, the strong aroma of the flame whiskey spread around, and finally took it, and at the same time said angrily: "Underage drinking is enough to deduct [-] points from Gryffindor, and Potter, if you let me know you're wasting my time—"

"No," Harry rudely interrupted|||||he drank the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, his green eyes were full of emotions that others could not understand, he took a deep breath , and finally said word by word in a hoarse voice: "Voldemort is not dead."

"Boom—" There was a loud noise, and the cup in Ron's hand fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and murmured in disbelief, "Impossible..."

Hermione jumped up from the sofa, covered her face and let out a sharp cry, Ron looked at Harry blankly, and said helplessly, "Tell me it's not true."

"That's it." Harry's face became very calm, as calm as stagnant water: "He split his soul into horcruxes, as long as the horcruxes are not completely destroyed, he will not die."

"The Hufflepuff who attacked me that day was controlled by one of his horcruxes. Dumbledore said that it was fortunate that he discovered it early, otherwise in a few weeks, the horcrux absorbed the energy of that person and would become a new Hufflepuff. Voldemort."

He turned his head and looked at Sewell who was stunned aside: "I thought you shattered that prophecy, but I didn't expect you to be too naive." He smiled weakly.

Mentioning this prophecy, Hermione and Ron's expressions became even more sad, and tears rolled down their faces - they all remembered the prophecy that the Boy Who Lived and Voldemort could only survive one person, and One must kill the other with his own hands.

Sewell, who was hit by this news, was in a dazed state at first, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Draco, only to see that the face of the platinum nobleman became very pale, and there was undisguised fear on his face. Shaking violently, the arrogance just now was completely gone.

"Draco!" Sewell yelled in horror, "Are you okay?"

Draco was still immersed in great fear as if he couldn't hear it.

Sewell stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand and found it was icy cold. He was frightened by Draco's reaction and added some strength to his hand. He knew that he was the first to betray Voldemort and adopt him. For Malfoy, if Voldemort came back, it would definitely be a disaster - but Sewell was confident that his family would not be hurt.

He squeezed Draco's hand tightly and shouted, "Draco! Voldemort is still in Horcrux state! We won't give him the chance to become |||||human!"

Voldemort's name awakened the pale platinum nobleman. His gray-blue eyes looked at Sewell, then at Harry, and with a trembling hand he raised the wine glass that Harry had just handed him, and poured it all into his mouth.

His hands were shaking too much, some wine flowed down the corners of his lips, and wet|||||wet his clothes.

Then he shook off Sewell's hand, at which point Draco seemed to have regained his composure, no more expression on his face, his chin raised haughtily, and he spoke to Harry in his usual drawn-out aristocratic tone. Said——

"grateful."