When the savior is no longer the savior

Running, another one noticed Harry by the window sill, he stretched his hand into his arms——

Harry raised his hand and knocked away the wizard who was rushing towards him, and James also killed a wizard neatly, but at this time another wizard who rushed towards him cast a cutting curse on him, James didn't have time to dodge, and Without hiding, he turned around and dealt with the wizard rushing towards Lily. Lily's armor body also fell on James, and the spell was bounced back, hitting the wall and drawing deep marks.

In less than a minute, there was no suspense in the battle. With the cooperation of Lily and James, the last wizard fell to the ground very quickly. At this time, Harry also walked in from the door, and there were still Floating a comatose wizard - after finding that the battle inside the house was not suspenseful, he came to the garden and dealt with the last watchman left outside.

The blasted door was barely repaired, and leaned crookedly against the door to block the cold wind.

The whole family was sitting in the living room, except for Harry, the others felt somewhat unreal—even though there was an unconscious wizard lying on the ground.

"...that's crazy." James said first, his voice was a little dry, "you... all of you? Breaking into ordinary wizard's house while eating, and then... using a spell? Merlin Ah...he's really crazy."

"That's why people have always opposed him." Harry didn't know what to say, so he could only answer like this.

There was a brief silence.

James got up and walked towards the fireplace: "I have to inform Dumbledore."

Lily looked at James, hesitated for a moment, and waved her wand to move the face-faced wizards who occupied the entire living room to a corner and pile them together.

Il, who had come down the stairs earlier, came to Harry's side, and he pulled Harry to the corner, "That..."

"What?" Harry asked blankly.

"If Professor Dumbledore comes, will Snape also come?" Il asked.

"I guess so." Harry said a little awkwardly, "and Sirius."

El hesitated to speak.

Harry wondered, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"There's been rumors in school lately..." said Il, "that Snape was with...well," he coughed, "with a girl."

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again.Then he said, "I see."

Il wanted to say something else, but at this moment Dumbledore came over from the fireplace, accompanied by Snape.They didn't continue and went back to the sofa.

After a while, Sirius also came through the fireplace.

Dumbledore helped James completely repair the broken door. He looked at the sleeping wizard in the corner, turned around and asked, "What do you think should be done?" He didn't ask anyone specifically.

"How about taking it to the Ministry for interrogation?" Sirius suggested, "breaking into the house of a Ministry official without a search warrant—"

Just as James was about to agree, he thought of Harry sitting beside him: "Forget about it—Voldemort is looking for Harry everywhere."

Harry didn't often speak at such gatherings, unless Voldemort was directly involved.

"It doesn't really make much difference," said Harry, who was sitting in the corner. "Even if I wasn't here, Voldemort would have chosen to start here-he never cared about it."

The atmosphere became heavy.

Dumbledore said, "Harry is right. Voldemort doesn't care anymore," he said sharply. "I don't think we have a second choice. It's not just for the benefit of Muggle wizards."

No need to say much, everyone present can understand.

They started talking about Voldemort, and soon the assistant to the Minister for Magic was missing for three days.

Harry interjected, "Probably killed."

"...Killed?" Lily obviously couldn't stand such cold words.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Harry said calmly, "At least it was like this before, 80% of the disappearances were finally investigated, and the bones of the missing people can be found... Voldemort is more tactful, but the style should not be different." Much has changed, as long as he doesn't give up ruling the wizarding world."

There was silence again.

The subject was quickly changed, and Harry listened silently. When he heard that Dumbledore had overheard and was about to sabotage Voldemort's smuggling operation, Harry said, "I'll go."

Without thinking about it at all, James objected with his mouth: "No!"

Harry ignored it. He said, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday. You all have things to do at this time, right? I'm the only one free."

"It's too dangerous." James frowned.

"Yes, it's dangerous," Harry agreed, "so who's going to get me?"

"what?"

"Who's going to meet me?" Harry repeated, and then he laughed, "No one expects me to kill double-digit wizards alone?"

"Of course someone will pick you up." James paused, feeling that this answer sounded a bit wrong, but before he could figure it out, Dumbledore said aloud, "Severus, it's up to you to pick up Harry." ,How about it?"

No one spoke.

Only at this moment did Harry have the courage to turn his gaze to where Snape was.He glanced hastily, only to see that the corners of the other party's lips were pulled down, his expression was gloomy, and he seemed to be a little tired - no matter what, he was not in a happy mood.

Harry's mind was in a mess, and he greedily wanted to take another look, but immediately resisted the urge to stare straight at his hands on his knees.

"Very good." After a while, Harry, who was staring blankly at his hands, heard Dumbledore's cheerful voice: "That's it. Harry, Severus."

The author has something to say: Well, I will update it... Tomorrow, I will enter the "collision of tension" between the professor and Xiaoha.

Thanks to the following book friends for their overlord tickets: Peanut Butter, Zangmakuku Suffering Day time was transferred to Monday afternoon in a blink of an eye.

This is a wood near Surrey, where the transaction took place.

In the corner of the dense forest, apart from Harry and Snape, there were two wizards he didn't know.They have brown hair and blue eyes, and one has yellow hair and black eyes. The magic robes they wear are washed white, and they don't look very good.

The four gathered half an hour before three o'clock in the afternoon, and they agreed not to exchange names—of course it doesn't matter whether Harry has this, anyway, he has already made the headlines of the "Daily Prophet"—but simply confirmed the plan. After the change, just quietly wait for the time to come.

The silence made the wait longer.

Although the four people stayed in the same place and worked hard for the same thing, they were not close to each other, perhaps because except for Harry, everyone else had doubts about the future and their own choices and efforts.

Harry stayed in the outermost position, sitting on a stump and fiddling with the wand in his hand--not the holly one, which still has traces in it (maybe I should find Olivan To see if I can get that thing off beforehand, Harry thought) - when it hangs down, he can see the hem of Snape's robes sitting opposite him.

But that's all.

Harry didn't look up any further, he didn't even sneak a look at Snape.At some point - perhaps after the conversation in St. Mungo's ward - he was a little scared to face Snape... and maybe not sure how to.So there was only silence between the two.

Only silence.

The sound of shoes stepping on leaves came from outside together with voices.

Time is up!The few people who were silent were refreshed.

Harry was the first to look outside... After a while, he made a gesture to tell the others to wait, but the people outside were not all there.

This time the wait was not long, when Harry counted to fifty silently in his heart, the unique popping sound of Apparition came, and everything really started!

Without much communication, Harry jumped out first, and handed over the wand of the person on the edge with a flick of his hand, which represented the official start of the battle.

The unexpected attack had an effect. In just 2 minutes, five people had lost their combat effectiveness.But at this time, those trading wizards also came to their senses, and they immediately grabbed their wands to fight back. Red, green and green spell lights were flying over the woods. Since the other party still maintained the superiority in numbers, Harry and the others began their battle. slide to the hard...

The brown-haired wizard was knocked down by the Obstacle Curse, and Harry, who stunned another wizard, immediately turned his wand to give him an armor to protect him. The yellow-haired wizard threw his body away immediately - the spell flew off Harry's shoulder, and Harry turned around, knocking the knocked wizard unconscious.

The brown-haired wizard on the ground also regained his strength. He raised his wand and shot a stun spell at the wizard on his left—the spell hit the armor spell and was bounced off, but luckily hit another wizard from behind. , the wizard fell down unconscious before he knew what was happening.

The difficulty of the battle shifted for the second time.

Harry quickly used the iconic Disarming Charm to deal with one, turned around to greet the other, but saw a wizard lying on the grass who somehow came to his senses, pointing his wand at Snape with a gloomy face, The tip of the staff leaps out with green light...

Snape noticed it alertly, and immediately pointed his wand at the wizard, but Harry was horrified to find that the birch wand only spewed out a cloud of mist, forming nothing...

"Severus!" Harry roared, and he swung his wand quickly, layers of protective charms were applied to Snape in an instant, and at the same time, he used the fastest speed... the fastest speed in his life... Running towards Snape...

Another Stunning Spell hit the Death Eater who had used the Killing Curse, and at the same time Harry bumped into Snape, and the two fell apart, rolling to the ground, green light passing between them, shooting crookedly at the on the ground...

Dizzy and falling to the ground, Harry didn't even care about dropping his wand on the grass, and scrambled like Snape was running.

Snape just sat up, and he hardly felt the pain after being cast with several protective spells—if Harry, who rushed up after him, hadn't thrown him to the ground again.

In the woods, the wind howls.

Snape held Harry with one hand, feeling the warmth and flexibility of his close body, his ears were filled with the rapid and powerful heartbeat coming from the other's chest, and a sense of emotion rose in a trance.

It seems that he has not been able to touch such stability for a long time.

The peace did not last long.Almost at the next moment, Snape felt the body on top of him go stiff, and the grip on his arm slowly recede... Then, Harry broke free from him and stood up.

The green-eyed teenager pursed his lips tightly, with obvious anger on his face, he turned around and grabbed his wand, echoed the yellow-haired wizard's suggestion to inform Dumbledore, and then turned back to Snape.

he asks:

"Professor Snape, what are you hesitating about?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Snape said coldly, and he looked at the two wizards standing beside him.

The two wizards looked at each other and consciously stood away.

"You know what I'm talking about!" Harry whispered angrily, "That mistake that shouldn't have been made! Severus! Just a little bit, you know? Just a little bit closer to—"

"What about you?" Snape asked.

"I—it doesn't matter, what matters is how you made such a mistake!" Harry said, "I thought you knew how cruel these Death Eaters are!"

"I do," said Snape in a casual tone.

Undoubtedly, this irritated Harry, and his voice rose suddenly: "If you really knew, how dare you do this? How dare you be so careless about your own safety?"

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it, Mr. Ravens," said Snape dryly.

"I didn't!" Harry's anger could no longer be suppressed, "I was just worried—"

"Yes, yes," Snape said in a slippery tone, "You're worried, you're worried about me, but you've never paid attention to my thoughts, have you?" His voice suddenly became cold, "You're just worried worrying about you, Harry Ravens."

Harry fell silent suddenly.

"How long are you going to escape? Or can you stop being so self-righteous?" Snape was a little impatient, and slowly felt annoyed, "Can't you ask me what I was thinking? This time you separated from me because of Voldemort , What about next time? What if another Dark Lord comes out? Or if you are in danger, don’t you have to think about how to break up with me first?”

"You don't know..." Harry took a deep breath, but was interrupted immediately, Snape showed a twisted, ugly, unfriendly smile, hitting the nail on the head: "It's you who don't know, or you just don't want to face The fear in my heart?"

"I do not have……"

"You're afraid of facing the death of someone close to you again, so you avoid it in the first place."

"I'm not...I'm afraid...but—"

"You close your eyes, cover your ears, pretend you can't see or hear, and comfort yourself by saying 'this is fine, I didn't involve others', but you actually expect the person you rejected to speak up -"

"Enough, I didn't!" Harry growled.

"No, you have," said Snape grimly, "you voluntarily refuse, selfishly pick yourself out, so that when someone else—me—raises the initiative, you can accept it without burden...you You can chuckle to yourself and think 'what business does this have to do with me? Snape made the decision to join' and go on being that flawless saint Ravens..."

"Who the hell is that self-righteous!?" Harry couldn't help it, he flicked his wand like a whip, leaving a long trail in the grass, "I tell you, Severus Snape! Don't expect you to join, yeah, I'm selfish, I'm so selfish, I can't stop thinking every night 'it's just Severus, help me, it's just Severus - don't let him Go to the war, don't put him in danger' - and then I thought 'but everyone is trying'...'but what does it matter to him'...'He didn't really care about it at all, if he participated in it must It's because of me '...' so it's only him, don't let him get involved, don't because of me'—"

Harry's voice stopped abruptly.The sun has set, and the remaining light can't break through the layers of dense leaves to shine in, and the whole forest looks dull.

The other two wizards didn't know where they went.

Snape looked at Harry with a complicated look:

"Well, maybe I should be glad that... I'm more important to you than I think I am."

Even feeling misunderstood anger filling his head, Harry blushed suddenly.But immediately, he took a deep breath: "Now that you know..."

"You still want to say 'we parted'?" Snape asked, "but so what? I don't participate in the activities of the Order of the Phoenix? Do you think Voldemort will let me go? After I betrayed him, After becoming lovers with you again?"

Harry's mouth opened: "...as long as you don't do anything, he won't take the initiative to find you for the time being."

"For now," Snape repeated slowly, "you want me to stay out of the war, so you can guarantee you can kill Voldemort?"

"Nobody can guarantee that," said Harry.

"Yeah, so I see what you mean," said Snape. "You told me to wait in the background, you told me to leave my fate to you and wait for the verdict - life or death. It's possible... His voice lowered, word by word, knocking on Harry's heart, "One day, I have to kneel before Voldemort and kiss the toe of his robe?"

Harry's fist tightened suddenly.He said firmly, "It won't be that day, Severus, you trust me."

"I believed you," said Snape, "but it's a shame you didn't believe me."

Harry wanted to argue, but at this moment, all words were useless.

Snape waited for a while, then he asked softly, "I don't think no matter what I say, it won't make you change your decision?"

Harry was silent.

Tired spontaneously, Snape was silent for a while, said "I see" and turned to leave.

He didn't look back.

No matter how many times he went through it again, and no matter what kind of results he achieved, that night, when everyone around Harry left one after another, he still felt a deep sense of emptiness and desolation.

Harry didn't know what he could do in a box-like room where the curtains had to be drawn all the time.In such a situation last time, at least he could still have friends by his side... No, as long as he wanted, he could find someone to accompany him... Brothers, friends, or even closer ones.

But compared to the previous time when he was aimless or even powerless, he has the ability to let more people who have nothing to do with these things—even if it’s just a few—people live a relatively stable life...

Harry's eyes fell on the crystal bottle on the table unconsciously.He bought it at Knockturn Alley when he came back.

But it shouldn't be.

And it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make any sense.

but……

Harry finally got out of bed, uncapped the crystal vial and drank the potion inside.

He said to himself: Just this time, the last time.

Dark clouds hovered above the night sky, obscuring the moon hanging behind the tall chimneys.

This is London's slums, remote, dirty, full of idle scumbags, and a place that decent people avoid.

It had just rained, and there were puddles everywhere on the uneven road. The smell of rot, mixed with rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves wafted in the alley, and it didn't know which dark corner it came from.

A small dark figure was walking forward around the corner.On such a cold night, there was no one in the alley, and the dark figure walked out of the alley smoothly, got into the fence, passed through the tall weeds and garbage everywhere, and came to the light.

At this time, we were able to discover that Sombra turned out to be a kitten.

A black, palm-sized kitten with distinct, attractive green eyes.

To be honest, this kitten looks very clean, with fluffy fur, and carefully avoids puddles and garbage when walking. It doesn't look like a resident of this block, but is more suitable for those well-dressed ladies or ladies in the arms.

Of course this is not too important.The important thing is that the kitten who appeared here suddenly seems to have found its goal: it shivered in the cold wind, slowly backed away, took a small run-up, and after jumping vigorously over the huge puddle in front of it, Just run towards an old house with lights on the left.

The clouds parted and the moon reappeared.In the faint light, a house with peeling door paint and mottled walls, older than most of the old houses in this block, appeared in the bright place.

The kitten didn't seem to care about this, it came to the door and lingered, as if trying to get in through the closed front door - which of course was impossible, so even if it was a cat, it quickly gave up on itself Instead, he came to the open window that let out light, and kicked up with all four feet, his two front paws squeaked, and hung on the wooden window wobbly.

This kitten doesn't look very flexible.Although it had already grasped the window sill, it still kicked down several times vigorously with its hind legs dangling (almost slipped down during the process) before climbing up the window with difficulty.

The black cat lay on the window sill in a state of exhaustion for a while, then poked its head out and glanced into the open window...

The lights were on inside, but no one was there.

The green-eyed cat breathed out—no, how could a cat breathe? —In short, the cat opened its mouth and exhaled, and quietly jumped into the room from the window sill.

It was evidently a cramped and shabby drawing-room, identical to the exterior of the house, and seemed to complement each other.The kitten that jumped into the house seemed to be quite familiar with this place. It wandered around under the window sill, and was not in a hurry to wander around. Instead, it came to the door first and wiped its four cats on the carpet at the door. The paws—the cat seemed very intelligent, and quite fond of being clean—before jumping all the way up the sofa-stool-bookshelf, looking around the hall.

This very bright green-eyed black cat saw the half glass of milk on the coffee table first.There was doubt in its eyes.Then it saw the parchment folded upside down on the table, and an open envelope next to it, obviously it was a letter from the owner here.

The black kitten jumped on the table.The old table made a moderate creaking sound.

The kitten was obviously taken aback. It tensed up and raised its head to look towards the stairs and the closed door on the first floor, as if it was ready to slip away at any time.

But after a while, the house was still quiet, as if the owner had fallen asleep.

The black kitten was less nervous. It came quietly to the center of the table, lowered its head, and looked with green eyes at the envelope from Little Hangleton—wait, how can a cat read a letter?Cats don't read letters—anyway, the queer cat studied the letter, and then turned his gaze to the reversed parchment.

It looked very eager to get the parchment, and had stretched out a front paw to press on the letter...

The parchment was not turned.At the last moment, the cat withdrew its front paws, angrily jumped from the table to the coffee table some distance away, but failed to calculate the distance correctly, and let its belly hit the sharp corner of the coffee table (this one looks A cat that seems smart but actually a bit stupid), it gasped in pain and fell limply to the ground.

But at this time, the glass that had been placed on the edge of the table wobbled and fell down...

The little black cat was taken aback, and rushed over as if trying to catch the glass—but the glass seemed bigger than it was—anyway, the glass hit the kitten's back, and the remaining milk in it spilled all over him, and that The cup rolled to the ground and bumped into something placed in the corner - in an instant, the sharp ringing of the bell made a commotion in the quiet living room.

The green-eyed kitten rushed towards the corner where the sound came from, stopped halfway, turned around in a panic, and ran towards the still open window - we could hear footsteps coming from the stairs...

Snape came downstairs.He looked even more sullen than when he'd been out with Harry before.He looked around and raised his eyebrows when he saw the glass tumbled to the corner without spilling much milk. After waving his wand to stop the ringing of the bell, he took a lighted candlestick and walked towards the window sill.

The faint light of a candle illuminated a place under the windowsill.

In the faint light, a dirty ginger cat and Snape looked at each other.

Snape stared at the cat for a moment, then turned and left, closing the window securely.

At this moment, the hedge farther away from the house rustled, and a small black head emerged from the gaps in the leaves, silently looking at the empty window.

The ginger-colored old cat came over silently, sniffing the little black cat next to it.

The black kitten backed away and continued to look at the window—not surprising, the black cat didn't look like a fighter—but the older ginger cat kept approaching, with a greedy gleam in its yellow eyes.

The black kitten glanced at the cat next to him angrily, and it moved aside again-it didn't work!The old cat stretched out its paws to hold down the little black cat, and licked the other's face for a while, rolling all the milk that hadn't dried up into its tongue...

"Meow!" With a sound, the black kitten bounced up. It struggled to get away from the old cat, limped slightly, and backed away uncomfortably—as if it had twisted its foot when it just jumped off—from retreating until it plopped on its own. After falling into the small puddle behind him with a sound, he came to his senses again, thrashing and struggling in the puddle as thick as a shoe upper.

The ginger-colored old cat was not in a hurry. It walked slowly into the puddle, squatted on the edge and looked at it for a while, then stretched out its paws to press the kitten's head, and pressed it into the water.

Once again, the black kitten gave the old cat who was pressing on him angrily and viciously, and then, with a bang, it suddenly disappeared.

The old cat meowed in fright, and ran away into the shadows.

In the quiet neighborhood again, no one noticed that the window closed by the owner opened again on the first floor of the house visited by the kitten, and the owner of this house was holding the very old copper lamp seat, stood by the window, stood for a long time.

The clock struck twelve.

Potter's house in Godric's Hollow, a dark figure squeezed through the slit window.Then it jumped off the window sill, staggered and fell several steps before it really stood still.

Then something unbelievable happened: the palm-sized black figure lay on the ground, getting bigger and bigger... Harry stood up from the ground.He Lala seemed to have sour clothes from inside to outside, and walked into the bathroom with a tired face.

The mirror facing the door in the bathroom faithfully reflected a boy in sloppy clothes with cat paw marks on his cheek and neck.

Harry frowned and wiped his face, he lifted his clothes, and was not surprised to see a bruise on his abdomen; then he bent down and pressed his ankle, and there was a tingling pain from his ankle, and it felt a little swollen... He He straightened up again, and the mirror once again reflected the bright cat paws on his face.

The silent mirror finally spoke. It chuckled and said, "Is this the latest fashion? I have to say, it looks a bit silly, my master."

Harry didn't smile.

He shattered the mirror mocking himself with one punch.

The author has something to say: what a bad luck... =w=

Happy Saturday everyone

Thanks to XX, Parchment, and Yin Zhiyue for their long comments... Orz, I was confused in the previous paragraph and almost forgot.

my child

It was a respectable old house standing in the dark, as evidenced by the dark, endless garden and the old but not shabby decor.

Looking in through the diamond-shaped window on the hedge that revealed light, an empty and luxuriously furnished hall appeared in front of you.There was an elegant long table in the middle of the hall, and there were quite a few people sitting on both sides of the table. The more conspicuous one was the black-skinned snub-nosed woman on the left of the head of the table—Bellatrix?Lestrange, and the platinum-blond long-haired man sitting in the lower middle position——Lucius?Malfoy.

The fireplace in the corner was burning fiercely, and the hall was very quiet. Almost every five minutes, one or two wizards walked in from the foyer, bowed to the head of the table, and then sat down quietly.

When the two sides of this long table were full of people, a clear and cold voice sounded from the head of the table: "I am very disappointed."

The owner of the voice appeared in the light, as if he had finally allowed the living room light to shine on him: "It will be a month soon, and you haven't even found a trace of Ravens." He whispered, looking from both sides. He scanned the wizards on the side one by one, and those wizards couldn't help but lower their heads, "Not at all. And he even sabotaged our operation again. Just this evening, just a few hours ago."

There was a brief silence.Voldemort said suddenly, "Alex."

A wizard sitting in the middle on the left shook his body: "Master, master?"

"You told me that Ravens was at the Potters, what happened?" Voldemort asked softly, "You let five of my loyal supporters fall into a trap, but you couldn't find anything useful... This incident has had some very bad repercussions among the Ministry of Magic and other wizards, and I have to say, I feel a little annoyed..."

"Lord, master," Alex stammered, "I'm sure... no, I think... Ravens must be at Potter's house, Potter once told me that they were very close Well...Even if, even if he's not here, Potter must know the whereabouts of Ravens..."

"But you found no one," said Voldemort.

"Give me one more chance, Master! I'll be able to—" Alex said eagerly, but Voldemort stopped him casually. "Well, you can keep trying, but until you get something You don't need to tell me...and, we can find some simpler and more effective methods." His eyes fell to a certain place, "Do you think so? Lucius, and Draco."

"Master?" The platinum-haired man raised his head, and he whispered, although there was a smile on his face, it seemed a bit reluctant.

"I'm talking about your boy Draco," said Voldemort. "Draco and Ravens are good friends, aren't they?"

"Of course not!" Lucius retorted immediately, and the young man sitting next to him seemed to twitch his shoulders uncomfortably, "My master, it was just a little fun to pass the time, how could a pure blood mix with a mudblood?" Together? No matter how powerful that Mudblood's magical talents are—of course, those magical talents can be used for entertainment and use."

The people around laughed, but Bella snorted coldly, as if just hearing the word "Mudblood" made her insulted.

"Oh——" Voldemort drew his voice, "So your son is useless? Speaking of which, Lucius, I noticed that you seem to be a little dissatisfied with me, because the things I left in your house made you enchanted." All dismissed, and at the same time lost a large sum of Galleons? But Lucius, if I remember correctly, those things are enough for you to go to Azkaban to face the dementors... Even so, you still feel dissatisfied? I've fished you out of Azkaban?"

The long table fell silent immediately.

Sweat broke out on Lucius' forehead: "Absolutely not, my master, I am loyal to you. Besides, although Draco does not regard that Mudblood as a friend at all, I believe that Mudblood must be very dear." It's Draco."

"Is that so, Draco?" Voldemort asked the young man beside Lucius.

Draco glanced up at Voldemort quickly, and nodded stiffly: "I think... yes."

Night fell.

On Sunday morning, Il yawned and knocked on the door of Harry's room while grabbing the bird's nest, but found that there was no one inside, only a letter that had not been opened on the desk.

Earl picked up the envelope strangely, and walked downstairs: "James, did you see Harry?"

"No, it seems that he went out early in the morning." James said casually while looking at the newspaper.

"He's got a letter," El muttered, opening the letter.

Lily just came out of the kitchen, frowned and said angrily, "Don't touch your brother's letter! Il."

"Hey, Harry agreed with me to dismantle it—why would an owl be used for something really important at this time?" Il said dissatisfiedly, "and it was sent by Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" James shifted his attention.

Lily's face changed slightly, and she immediately thought of yesterday's attack: "Aren't the Malfoys on Voldemort's side?"

James hesitated: "Not necessarily, last time Harry saved little Malfoy..."

"That yellow hair won't appreciate it!" Il looked at the letter and said sarcastically.

"It's not like that," James explained. "What happened last time proved that Voldemort had the idea of ​​giving up on the Malfoy family. If Lucius had some brains, he wouldn't just do nothing."

"Draco invited Harry to meet, and the time and place of the meeting can be decided by Harry." After reading the letter, Il said angrily, "I think Voldemort asked him to do this, so that Harry Lure him out and catch him! Luckily, Harry saved him again and again—”

James was noncommittal: "Let me see the letter, Il."

Il handed it over, and James looked at ten lines