[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"Have you heard?" Pansy sat next to Draco on the long table in Slytherin, and giggled: "Your brother is called the crybaby of Gryffindor, or the legend of Potter?" from."

Draco looked at the "Daily Prophet" to himself, and the newspaper flipped to the next page, ignoring Pansy openly.

The black-haired aristocratic girl didn't care, and continued to receive: "But he always hangs out with Potter, which is not conducive to a good relationship with the same grade." Pansy dragged her cheeks and said winkingly at Draco.

"Just kidding," Draco sneered, "that's the savior of Gryffindor, the golden boy." He rattled the newspaper and said half-sarcastically and half-sincerely, "There's no better way to make friends in Gryffindor." Harry Potter is a better choice." Seeing that Pansy was still talking, he threw the newspaper aside and said impatiently, "Excuse me, can you stop caring about my brother so much?" He looked Pansy up and down. Xi, said proudly: "My father will not allow him to marry an old woman who is so much older than him and go home."

Pansy rolled her eyes, then smiled sweetly, posted it, and said teasingly, "What about you? Draco?"

"Less."

Draco pushed her away firmly.

Sewell's life in Gryffindor was much better than expected.

At first, the little lions of Gryffindor thought that this blond-haired, gray-eyed little bastard, Malfoy, must have an upturned nose, mighty, a mudblood in his mouth, and a mole sent by Slytherin.

And Sewell also felt that Gryffindor would definitely avoid him, avoiding him for fear, being reckless, prejudiced and difficult to communicate.

As a result, this barrier disappeared with lightning speed on the third day of school.

In the well-known Gryffindor's Nightmare and Potions class, this little Malfoy accurately answered Professor Snape's tricky questions and scored 2 points (you must know that this is impossible for Gryffindor) , the Gryffindor common room seethed—

"Never before!" A fourth-year senior stood on the sofa, holding a butterbeer from nowhere in his hands and shouted loudly: "Snape! That greasy old bat! For Gryffindor Add points!"

"Historic moment." Everyone raised their glasses.

"So, to celebrate—" Harry put Sewell on his neck and raised his glass: "For Snape's first bonus—"

Everyone raised their glasses: "For Snape's first extra points—"

"To Sewell—" Harry continued.

"To Sewell—"

Harry raised his glass again: "To Malfoy—"

This time there was no one to respond, he looked at the stiff expressions of the people around him, and said briskly: "You know, if it wasn't for Malfoy—Snape wouldn't have added points."

Seems to make sense?

Everyone perfunctorily raised their glasses and muttered in a low voice, "To Malfoy."

Sewell sat on Harry's shoulder, feeling a little complicated.To be honest he hadn't expected Harry to speak for Malfoy - they looked like they were on fire, didn't they?

When he said this question, Harry rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, then continued to write the paper quickly, and asked Hermione next to him from time to time: "Don't be silly, kid, it's for you Sirius asked me to take care of you, from heart to body," he complained, "I just want to take care of your sensitive and fragile heart, not for Malfoy, speak for Malfoy?" He yelled angrily: "I'm going to vomit."

"I'm not sensitive!" Sewell exclaimed, and then he snorted and said, "Your reason is not good, Harry." He blocked Harry's view of homework, and moved his eyes closer: " Sirius' entrustment can make the savior who is alone and alone speak for the most hated Malfoy in the public?"

"I am not alone, nor am I the savior." Harry said impatiently: "You are the savior, you defeated Voldemort." Impatiently stuffing the homework on the table into the bag, he said to Sewell: "Change the place—if you don't want our conversation to be heard by everyone."

Sewell jumped up excitedly, picked up his backpack and asked, "Where are we going? Observatory? Room of Response?"

The Gryffindor savior, who had already turned and walked out, suddenly turned his head and leaned in front of Sewell. The tips of their noses were close to touching each other. Harry's emerald green eyes were fixed on Sewell. With a corner of his mouth, he said, "The Response Room? You know so much—" He said thoughtfully, "Mr. Sewell, who came from the East and lost his memory?"

Sewell slapped Harry across the face, took a step back, glared at him and said, "Draco said that! He showed off that he caught you outside that room."

Harry sneered, and then decided to let Malfoy go, he waved and said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Sewell followed excitedly.

"Your room." Harry rolled his eyes: "We just want a private conversation, not plotting how to overthrow the Ministry of Magic."

The adventurous little Malfoy led Harry to the dormitory in disappointment—it was true that the room was empty, but as soon as the door was opened, a stench of socks came over his face.

"Evil——" Harry, who bears the brunt of the fumes, wanted to die, "I will come, I will." Sewell pushed aside the savior, and waved his wand skillfully at the dormitory—"per—fum——"

A scent of peach blossoms immediately filled the room, and the smell of stinky socks disappeared.

"Useful magic," Harry remarked.

"Of course," Sewell raised his chin proudly, "Draco taught me!"

Harry looked at the triumphant young master of the Malfoy family with contempt, changed two glasses, poured water in a very invisible manner, and handed a glass to Sewell, he watched the light-blond boy drink water seriously , suddenly asked: "Are you from another world?"

"Pfft!" Sewell slapped Harry in the face.

Harry used a "clean and fresh" with a depressed face, and then muttered: "It looks like it is."

Sewell looked at Harry defensively and said nothing.The savior waved his hand and said indifferently: "At the end of last semester, I had a conversation with Professor Dumbledore, and I guessed it by the way."

"By the way?" Sewell glared at him with a ghostly expression. "Just by the way," Harry said dissatisfied, "Do you want to listen, or I'll leave if you don't."

Sewell was blind and sat upright with a serious face.

Harry nodded in satisfaction: "Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic. Apart from luring me out, he also wanted to get a prophecy ball."

"This prophecy ball records Professor Trelawney's prophecy 16 years ago," said Harry, who suddenly felt as if an iron lump had been stuffed in his throat, so tight that he couldn't tell. clam down--

'It's over,' he told himself, it's over - the point is I can't be scared in front of this little Malfoy - the big Malfoy will kill me laughing if he finds out.

After a while, Harry repeated the prophecy again——

"...the Dark Lord marks him as a rival, but he possesses powers that the Dark Lord does not understand...One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot survive, only one survives..."

"But you survived." Sewell said suddenly, he found that he didn't know when he was tightly grasping Harry's sleeve, and he just grasped it a little tighter, and then said urgently: "You survived Yes, you win."

"No no no," Harry closed his eyes. "The prophecy says that Voldemort and I... one of us must kill the other."

"But in fact," Harry said very lightly, "it was the dementor who dealt with Voldemort, and it was you who defeated him."

"You broke the prophecy—this is not an ordinary thing, and the most reasonable explanation is that you are not from this world." He said indifferently: "But it doesn't matter, Professor Dumbledore believes in you, and I believe in you too. "

For a long time, no one spoke, and Harry's thoughts drifted far away—he was thinking, if Professor Trelawney hadn't made this prophecy 16 years ago, wouldn't Voldemort be in a hurry to kill him— Wouldn't his parents die too?

No, Harry denied himself again, things will always happen, the prophecy only predicts the future, it does not create the future - even if no one passed this prophecy to Voldemort back then, everything will still happen and start in another way .

"Anyway," Harry resumed his brisk tone, looking at Sewell with green eyes, "I thank you, not just Sirius. Professor Dumbledore said that you prevented a cruel war, a doomed A war that will kill a lot of people."

"I can't imagine losing anyone in the war, whether it's Sirius, Remus, Ron, or Professor Moody."

"I am very grateful to you." He said with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore and I are very grateful to you."

"As for Malfoy..." Harry hooked the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face deepened: "Professor Dumbledore said that what Malfoy is doing now is also reducing casualties,"

"Casualties are cruel to anyone, and I am willing to do my best to reduce them." After Harry finished speaking, he drank the water in the glass.

Sewell was a little taken aback, he suddenly found that Harry was much more mature than he thought.He pursed his lips and laughed, "I believe you can." He said firmly, "No one is more suitable to be the savior than you."

— firm, courageous, and loving.

Harry continued to grow amid setbacks, experienced countless pains, and finally walked over firmly step by step.

He was confused and questioned, but never went astray, and he firmly established his own path in these confusions.

He didn't volunteer to be the savior, but he did the best he could.

"..."

"Why are you crying again—" Harry suddenly cried out in horror.

"I don't--!"