[HP] The Elegance of the Night

At the beginning of the new term, the school has a new teacher for the Protection of Magical Creatures class - Wilmina Graplan, she is an elderly witch with short gray hair and a very prominent chin. He brought some docile velvet. Its body is like a ball and it is covered with soft creamy yellow fur. It is a very popular pet among wizards.Professor Kettleburn could finally go back to take care of his cuties. Because of Hagrid, he had to continue working for half a year last semester.

At the end of the Potions class, Snape left Igil alone to clean the classroom. This job is usually done by students who make trouble in class and who make poor potions, so the round-faced boy of the Longbottom family, He has used the cleansing spell to such an extent that even Professor Flitwick is amazed.Igil's potion today was labeled by Snape again as a sample collection, and Draco understood that it was the godfather who wanted to tell his roommates, so he left on his own.

"I've noticed that you've gotten very close to Potter recently." When Snape said this, Igil was using "clean up" to clean up the potion residue in the fifth cauldron.He knew that Professor Snape was referring to sending Harry the Firebolt, he hadn't had contact with the blue-eyed boy since the last time they met at the training ground, and Harry Potter seemed to find him impatient. Opening up about their friendship(?) upsets the Snake Yard boy, though he doesn't understand what he's doing wrong.

In fact, Igil didn't understand why he was so angry. Getting along with Harry was what his father wanted to see. It was much wiser to make one more good friend than one more enemy.Maybe it's just because the method Harry uses has a hint of calculation, but Igil, who was educated by the aristocrats since childhood, is used to measuring the maximum benefit, and calculating people or being calculated by others is just a by-product of interests.Even Draco could sell the Godfather for candy.All Harry did was hide his father's existence in a reasonable way while being able to announce their friendship, which was harmless and very clever.At least now when they call each other's names, no one will find it abrupt.

Although his thoughts had wandered far away, it only took a few seconds for Igil to answer Professor Snape. By casting a cleansing spell, he had already figured out what to say. "Yes, Professor, Harry saved me. That's what my father meant. We owe the Potter family too much, and now we just want to try our best to make up for it. Besides, it's not bad for the family to be friends with Harry during this period, isn't it? Professor Nepe?"

"Your father is still the same as before." Snape's deep and long voice revealed a bit of helplessness. Igil's subsequent words were obviously fooling him. If he wanted to keep close to the savior, he should have done so two years earlier. .It's not like he doesn't know what kind of person Regulus is.Snape remembered what happened when he was a student. On the night of the full moon, he was tricked into the Screaming Shack by Sirius and was almost killed by a werewolf (Lupine). He also owed a debt to James Potter for saving him. Afterwards, Sirius had no intention of repenting, and it was Regulus who kept apologizing to him on behalf of his brother.

Igil could not deny that his statement contained two meanings, and Professor Snape's understanding was not a misunderstanding.After cleaning the last cauldron at a high speed, Igil bid farewell to Professor Snape. At the end of the corridor outside the door, the platinum-haired boy had already strolled back and forth several times.

"Igil, hurry up! If it's late, the pudding will be eaten up." Draco hurriedly pulled him towards the hall when he saw Igil, the black-haired boy was held by his hand, and burst out laughing .

"Nobody's going to fight you for the pudding, Draco—"

"You're going to play Hufflepuff in a month." After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine left Harry alone.After a holiday break, he still had a sick face, "Do you want to learn the spell to deal with dementors, Harry?" After hearing his words, the blue-eyed boy was not as excited as expected, and even a little disinterested. "Dumbledore will protect us, won't he?" said Harry.

"Dumbledore can't be by your side all the time," Lupine annoyed. Had Harry Potter become a good student who relied on his teacher for everything during his absence?No, Harry should be as good as James, at an age where they've learned to explore and rarely get caught. "Dumbledore asked me to teach you. This is a profound spell. I don't recommend you to learn it." He mentioned the mastermind behind the scenes that he didn't intend to say, so Harry should agree.

"But I already know how to deal with dementors, Professor Lupine." Harry said that Tom had taught him to use the Patronus Charm during this holiday, and he didn't feel how advanced it was, and the Three Unforgivables The mantra is a bit shallower than that.

"Don't be afraid, Harry. We won't practice with real dementors. The Patronus spell is different from other spells. It can't be practiced by one person alone." Lupine thought Harry was afraid and demented Strange contact, let alone a 13-year-old child, without the protection of the patron saint, he would not dare to approach them easily.All these years Harry had no contact with anyone except the school and those few Muggle relatives, which was why he was sure that Harry was lying. "Remember that Boggart? I will cast a spell to confuse it first, so that it will turn into a dementor for everyone it sees. It's safe."

"So when will we start practicing?" Harry sneered in his heart, since everything was prepared, he came to ask him if he would like to do something?Asked what can be changed...

"How about starting at 8 o'clock tonight, if you're free?" Lupine thought that his reassurance to Harry had worked, and said happily, "The classroom for History of Magic should be big enough, so it's settled."

When Harry arrived at History of Magic class at night, the classroom was dark and empty, he lit the lamp with his wand, and after only 5 minutes, Lupine arrived, carrying a large bag containing Borg special.

"The spell I'm about to demonstrate and teach you is a very high level of magic, Harry - well above the level of ordinary wizards. It's called the Patronus Charm." Lupine took out his wand and motioned for Harry to do the same. .Harry knew these things a long time ago, and he pretended to be a nervous beginner, intending to "learn" the spell tonight and end this farce as soon as possible, "The spell is like this—" Lupine cleared his throat. "Call God to guard."

"Call God to guard." Harry repeated several times in a low voice.

"Try to only recall things that make you happy."

"Oh—yes." Harry said, Lupine's statement was misleading and too hypocritical, it's not just thinking about happy things to cast magic, the key is to concentrate, "Call the guard." Harry Said, he was not concentrating, but the powerful magic still caused something to be ejected suddenly and rapidly from the tip of his wand, which looked like a long silvery gas.

"Very good!" Lupine laughed, "then try it with a dementor—are you ready?" After getting Harry's affirmative answer, Lupine grabbed the lid of the packing box and pulled it open, a dementor Slowly running out of the box, the lights around the classroom flickered and went out, and the bone-chilling cold hit Harry.

"Call God to protect!" Harry's wand was still spewing gas with an incomplete shape, but the Boggart had already hid in the box. "It's not as cold as a Dementor," Harry said disappointedly, but Tom had a Dementor who was actually guarding Azkaban for him to practice. "I don't think I can't be happier anymore," he concluded. .

"Dementors belong to the Ministry of Magic, I can't get real ones, eat a piece of chocolate, Harry." Lupine handed him a piece of chocolate frog, his fingers trembling with excitement, "You are really outstanding, ha Harry, you are simply a genius, just like your father!" This is Lupine's heartfelt praise, Harry really deserves to be a child of the Potter family, James was also called the prince of Gryffindor back then, Harry will definitely be like As good as his father.

"No, I'm not the same as my father, sir, he's dead." Harry stated the fact calmly, he didn't like the word "same", because the same objected too much effort behind it.If the father is strong enough to not die, he is different.

"I'm sorry, Harry—" He shouldn't have mentioned James in front of Harry, Lupine said apologetically, the kid lost his parents since he was a child and must have missed them, he shouldn't have said...

While Harry and Lupine were practicing the Patronus spell, the two little snakes in the Slytherin boys' dormitory were not idle. Igil promised Mr. Malfoy to help Draco practice Occlumency during school, Today is the first training session.

"I'm going to enter your brain, Draco, and I won't remind you next time." Igil stood face to face with Draco, raised his wand, and the dormitory was put on a soundproof spell in advance, so that In case there was any movement, the floor was covered with soft velvet.

"Remembrance!" Igil yelled, images flashed through his mind like a movie, and these were Draco's memories.

Five-year-old boys shuttled among the crowd dressed in jewels. This was a birthday party. Except for a few little ghosts who were forced to try to please him, adult wizards surrounded Lucius, as if his father was the protagonist .The platinum-haired boy ignored the aristocratic child who was following him with a flattering face, and his eyes showed loneliness.

The nine-year-old boy is accompanied by two little attendants. The scene is the streets of Diagon Alley, with yellow fallen leaves circling playfully in the autumn wind, and an old witch in a white-washed robe selling Gobstones to the surrounding crowd. A wrinkle formed a deep gully on her face.She grabbed the hem of the boy's clothes, and the boy frowned slightly, stopping Crabbe's fist that was about to land on the old witch.He dropped a gold Galleon and picked up a box of rough-made gobstones that he obviously wouldn't play with.

The 11-year-old boy's soft platinum-blond hair was fixed on the head with hairspray. He was pale and thin. He stood on a footstool to let the witch measure his height. On the footstool beside him was a thin boy with blue eyes. When the lady put down the pin in her hand, the thin boy jumped off the footstool and couldn't wait to get away from him. The platinum-haired boy lowered his eyelids to cover his silver-gray eyes, and bit his lip lightly.

Resist, Draco, Igil is a little anxious.The scene turned, and in the Slytherin dormitory, the same 11-year-old boy lifted the green curtain on the four-poster bed. The beautiful boy who was sleeping soundly on the bed had wet black hair on his head and turned over while hugging the quilt. , he was only wearing a pair of white shorts, revealing a large area of ​​white skin. The platinum-haired boy viciously pulled the quilt on the bed to wrap the boy's naked body tightly, and raised his wand to the boy's black skin. Fa cast several drying spells.Then he put down the green curtain, only to fold it back after a while, still holding...

The scene behind was blurred for a moment, and what appeared in front of Igil was still a house full of green and silver decorations, but the consciousness that had invaded Draco's mind had already been ejected, and Draco sat on the bed panting, pale There was an unhealthy redness on his face.

"Do you want to continue?" Igil asked worriedly. His roommate did not use Occlumency, but directly forcibly cut off the link between thoughts. Doing so would hurt his spirit.Draco nodded without hesitation and stood up again, and Igil raised his wand again.

"Dementor!"

On the seats in the first row of the classroom, the two boys from the Snake Court looked at each other and smiled, and the little Professor Flitwick walked past them; at the Slytherin table, the boy offered a glass of milk to the black-haired boy, and then Heartbroken to contribute his beloved pudding; in the dark corridor, a cat with frame-shaped lines at the corner of its eye tilted its head to look at the small dried fish that the boy handed to its mouth, the black-haired boy suddenly grabbed him and ran all the way, on the third floor Stepped on another cat's tail around the corner; the halloween decorated Slytherin lounge, the boy's silver spoon poked hard at the pudding, gulped down his own portion, and threw the fruit pudding from the brunette boy's face. dragged the plate to his side; on the Ferris wheel, the boy quickly kissed the black-haired boy on the lips, and then looked at him expectantly and innocently as he petrified.

"Sorry," they returned to reality again, this time it was Igil who withdrew from the opponent's brain first, his face flushed slightly. "Here we go again—" he said, before Draco could react and Igil cast another "Instinct".

In the dark basement corridor, two boys from the Snake Yard were holding hands and running fast. They suddenly stopped stiffly. Professor McGonagall caught up with them from behind and grabbed their ears. Footprints; the Quidditch training ground, the red-haired boy pointed his wand at the platinum-haired boy, a spell from the side reflected his magic, the red-haired boy opened his mouth, and a few slugs fell from his mouth On the lap, the black-haired boy walked over with the wand in his hand hanging down, with anger in his eyes; in the Slytherin dormitory, the platinum-haired boy put away the candy scattered on the bed, and pushed aside the black-haired boy’s green curtain to help him He put on the quilt, "Good night——" His mouth moved like this, and then...he looked at the other's lips lowered his head, slowly, getting closer and closer to the black-haired boy's face...

boom!The images that appeared in Igil's mind disappeared, and Draco finally successfully used Occlumency to resist the prying eyes of Legilimency.Both boys, exhausted from a marathon run, slumped against the bedposts.

"We're here today." Igil's voice was a little hoarse, and they suddenly looked at each other and fell silent.After a while, Igil asked leisurely: "...What was that just now?" He didn't see the last scene.

"Goodnight kiss," Draco said with twinkling eyes, "like this—" he kissed Igil on the forehead suddenly, and said confidently.