[HP] Subversion - Destined

I opened my eyes and looked at the familiar red curtains, the familiar bed under me, and I could hear Ron's familiar snoring.However, I opened my eyes wide in a daze, as if something familiar became strange...

Depend on!When did I become so sentimental? !I shook my head, not wanting to think about where that feeling of emptiness came from.Turning over and getting out of bed woke up Ron and the others. Seeing them dallying in grooming, they felt agitated for no reason, so they said hello and took a step first.Walking alone in the slightly empty corridor in the morning, it feels really different...

"Potter, have you lost your ear after being thrown into a pile of lions? Did you hear what I just said?!" A slightly annoyed voice sounded.

"Ah?" I raised my head in a daze, and what I saw was a platinum nobleman with dazzling platinum hair and a proud face——I thought the person talking to me with this tone should be... a flash of thought flashed in my mind. A blurry shadow, but I couldn't see clearly, "Sorry, Draco, what's wrong?"

Draco frowned: "Please call me Malfoy, Potter, we are rivals."

I froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then does Mr. Malfoy have any advice?"

He stared at my expression that seemed to be completely unaffected by his harsh tone for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows and replied arrogantly: "You heard me clearly, this year's Triwizard Tournament, the champion can only be me!" "Kacha" There was a soft sound, and Colin Creevey appeared out of nowhere, holding the camera excitedly and pressing the shutter continuously.

"Malfoy!" At this time Ron and Hermione also rushed here, Ron stood beside me and glared at Draco angrily, "Yesterday you were smiling, but today you don't even care about three years of friendship for a little vanity. It's gone! What the hell are you!!" I held him down desperately to prevent him from rushing up to melee.

With a gloomy face, Draco quickly glanced at Hermione, who had her head down and didn't know what to think, and smirked contemptuously: "Sorry, I never knew what kind of friendship I would have with a stupid Gryffindor lion, especially like you This kind of Weasley who is full of plans to have a few more cubs in the future, Malfoy will have a friendship with Weasley? Is Merlin running naked? I think you are jealous? Jealous that no one throws your name into it Goblet of Fire? Jealousy that the champion will have a thousand Galleons? Oh, I forgot, Weasley is too poor to let go of the pot, for these Galleons, you'd better hug Potter's feet and beg him to give you a handout—although it's a pity , This time the champion is destined to be me, even if you lick Potter's shoes, you won't get a penny, of course, if you kneel down and beg me, maybe I will reward you with a few Knuts."

"What are you talking about?! You evil Slytherin! How dare you... How dare you..." Ron was so angry that his face was about to smoke, and I almost couldn't hold him back, "Harry, let me go! I'm going to beat him until he can't even recognize his mother!!"

"If you make a lot of noise in the corridor, you'll deduct [-] points from your Grant Points." The cold voice made everyone present shiver, both the parties involved and the spectators.

Ron's anger was directly extinguished, he turned his head in horror: "Snape?!"

"Ten points will be deducted for being rude to the professor." Snape stood behind us expressionlessly, and Draco saluted him respectfully.

Unlike the trembling Ron, I looked at the dark-haired professor without avoiding it. His eyes were empty and indifferent as he glanced over us, but it made me inexplicably irritable-I hate this kind of eyes, supercilious, as if he would Anything can be given up - including his life.Yes, how could I forget, this person lives for others, for Lily, for...me——Lily's son.I frowned sharply. In fact, I don't have a deep impression of him, except that he has been protecting me and teaching me three years in advance because of Dumbledore's order, and is now my Occlumency tutor, There is nothing clearer in my mind. Perhaps it is because I know his misfortune and pain that I don’t know how to face him. After all, as the son of the person he hates the most, I have no position to approach him. I try not to let myself Injury is the best reward for him.

"Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for causing congestion in the corridor." Snape's voice pulled me back from the trance, and then Ron had pushed me aside, and Snape groaned loudly. Passed by us, sweeping the entire corridor with a powerful aura.

"No, that's not right..." I muttered and watched his back disappear, the feeling of emptiness became clearer, and I still had no idea when I sat at the dining table, "This kind of person... How could I have a bad impression of him? profound……"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron shook his hand holding the pumpkin pie in front of me, "It's not because of Malfoy, is it? It's not worth it for such a person!"

"Eat a little, Harry." Hermione added a sandwich to my plate, "Della..." She glanced at Ron quickly, then at my face, and after a long time of deliberation, it was only the two of us. A voice audible to the individual said, "Malfoy...maybe it was a last resort...you also speculate that he was chosen by the Goblet of Fire to punish him, so I suspect that the reason why he wants to distance himself from us is just because he is afraid of hurting us …so……"

"Enough!" I blurted out angrily, interrupting Hermione's chatter, with a strange feeling that had upset me so early in the morning.

"What?" Ron was startled by me.

"Nothing." I picked up the fork impatiently and poked the sandwich. I had no appetite at all. I turned my head and stared at the empty seat on the teacher's bench. It seemed normal that Snape didn't come for breakfast, after all, he hated noise and children.But... I began to try to remember how many times he saved me. The first time should be in Knockturn Alley. I went to buy Occlumency props recklessly, but... I touched the Occlumency on my right hand Ring, the frown deepened.The first grade memory is very clear, but until the second grade to solve the basilisk suddenly became blurred, I only remember that we used the time converter, and then saved each other, but the specific details are not clear.There are still third grades, and there are more vague things. It stands to reason that the longer the time, the less memorable it is...

"Harry, you've been in a trance since just now." Hermione asked worriedly.

"Why do I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things?" Pulling my eyes back, I decided to ask this wise witch for advice, "And the closer the time is, the more blurred, but the past is very clear. Do you know why? ?”

"What do you think you forgot?" She was stunned for a moment, and I subconsciously glanced at the empty seat on the classroom mat, and she understood almost immediately, "You mean..."

"Forget it." I lowered my head and continued to poke the sandwich with a blank expression.

Hermione's eyes widened in astonishment: "Harry, you don't think it was Professor Snape who threw your name into the Goblet of Fire, did you?!"

"What? Snape did it?" Ron, who heard our conversation, finally stopped stuffing his mouth and mumbled, "I just said that Snape is not a good person! Slytherins are evil Dark wizard... ah!"

Hermione knocked him hard: "Harry, don't listen to his nonsense, Professor Snape is trustworthy, he has taught you for so many years, don't you know him well?" Ron stuffed more stuff into his mouth to stop him from speaking as he explained anxiously: "Harry, you and Professor Snape had a problem? Think about what he's done for you, you trust him Otherwise, he wouldn’t choose to live in Spider’s End Alley during the summer vacation, so don’t deny everything he’s done just because of a momentary impulse!”

"I don't remember!" With a pale face, he pushed the plate away and stood up, "I don't remember." I ignored anyone, and I turned and left without looking back.

In the morning, there were two history of magic classes. In order to avoid the crowd, I skipped class for the first time. I sat alone by the black lake in a daze, watching Bacobec carefreely playing with a familiar shadow above the lake. It was Aquila, Snape's pet, the prototype of my Patronus.From Hermione's tone, I should be very familiar with Snape, and even stayed with him during the summer vacation, so why didn't he leave a deep impression on me?The memory of him is very vague... What did I forget?

"Hey! Isn't this the kid from Hogwarts?" The jerky English floated over with a provocative tone, "A little wizard who fooled the Goblet of Fire by cheating, how dare he compare with us Victor?" , It’s beyond self-control! Hey, kid, you’d better go home and suck your milk! Don’t cry and call your mother when you’re hurt, hahahahahaha..."

I stood up and watched indifferently as four tall and strong boys from Durmstrang surrounded Victor Krum and walked towards here, the wand slipped into my hand.

"Yo, what's the matter? Not convinced? Let me tell you, Hogwarts is too bad. There are so many adult wizards who can't even compare with two little devils in the fourth grade. How dare you call yourself the best magic school in Britain!" "Come on, there is only Hogwarts in the UK, no matter how you rank it, it is the first, the last, ahahaha!" Where did the kid who jumped out think that he could pretend to be noble with the title of savior?" "I heard that his mother is still a Mudblood, how fucking low!"

"Shut up!" Anger rushed into my mind, I raised my wand and pointed it at them, the already unstable magic pressure was released instantly, except for Krum who swung out his armor almost reflexively, the rest of the defenseless few The person was immediately forced to take two steps back.Krum, who had been silent from the beginning to the end, tensed his body and stared at me thoughtfully, a trace of surprise flashed across his serious face.

The other four were enraged, not reconciled to their momentary carelessness, they took a few steps forward, drew out their wands and approached. "Boy, what are you pretending to be! How dare you bully me? Your mother really thinks she is the savior?!" "You are really pretending to be a grandson!" How have you been?"

"Levicorpus! (Fuchsia)" The wand was aimed at the person closest to me. The big man was immediately hung upside down in the air, his hands scratching at a loss. Thinking that I really dared to do it, I was stunned for a while. "Diffindo! (Torn apart)" As I quickly chanted, the man's black robe and underpants were cut into pieces with great precision, exposing the underpants and hairy legs.

"Ah—" The hanged person became even more panicked, cursing something loudly in German, struggling desperately, the other three were startled, and cast the spell to stop immediately, but it had no effect at all, and they were so angry that they yelled at me Unable to understand German, the wands were pointed at me.Before they could make a move, a gust of wind blew past, and the three of them had no time to attack and could only cast defensive spells. Bacobeac landed beside me arrogantly and snorted at me, Sharp eagle eyes stared intently at Durmstrang's students.

Looking at the mighty Hippogriff, the three of them looked at each other hesitantly. At this moment, Krum finally moved, stepped out of the crowd, and waved the others back.I patted Bacobeek and stepped forward to confront him.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a black figure not far away, and my eyes were out of focus.

Krum opened his mouth to say something: "Harry Bo..."

"Sectumsempra!" Without giving him time to react, I cast a spell.I don't know if he was too confident in his armor protection or if he really didn't have time to dodge, the light from the spell hit him directly.The spell that almost contained the remaining magic power in my body, Krum’s hastily armored body couldn’t stop it at all, he staggered back a few steps, and fell straight down, staring at the sky in disbelief, his body from time to time twitch.

The audience was silent, and the three who were very aggressive at the beginning opened their mouths wide open, until the grass under Krum was quickly stained red with blood, and they screamed in horror, and fled to Hogwarts Castle.

I stood on the spot holding my wand tightly, while Barcobeak was pacing restlessly. The black figure——Snape stepped forward quickly, glanced at me with empty eyes, and immediately squatted down, the wand resting on Krum's body. Move above: "Vulnera Sanentur (quick restoration)... Vulnera Sanentur... Vulnera Sanentur..."

I watched the blood return to Krum's body little by little, and my impetuous mood when I woke up in the morning calmed down inexplicably.