[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin conduct three: do not make promises lightly

Amidst Harry Potter's laughter, Draco found it difficult to keep a straight face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

It's hard to imagine that he and Harry Potter ever felt like friends, even though their struggles lasted for nearly a decade and their hatred almost started from the time they first met each other until the end of his life.But now he has to say that sitting together, they can chat calmly instead of yelling; they can share chocolates and clothes without having to guard against curses thrown at them in the next second; Strange world, maybe dull, but...not a bad feeling.

"It's so late, why don't you go home?" Draco asked Harry. He now knew that he was in the playground of Harry Potter's Muggle school. school.

"I……"

In fact, Harry didn't want to go home. To be precise, he was escaping. Apart from what happened at school today, even Draco's Shi Wei might be added to him by Dudley, and he was sure He will face the most severe punishment in a year. Although he now understands that he is different not because he is a monster or something, the severe punishment from his parents still scares him.He understood that the longer he procrastinated, the harder it would be for him to go through this level, but the ease of escaping temporarily and the decision to stretch his head and stab him in two directions kept pulling him, and Draco was undoubtedly an excuse for him to persist in escaping.

"What about you?" Harry asked back.

"I'm lost, but I think I may have found my way home." Draco had a vague idea in his mind.

"Then...then shall we meet again?" Harry Potter was suddenly reluctant.

"I'll see you when I go to school."

"Isn't that going to be 11 years old? You won't come again?" Harry gently tugged at his robe, his emerald green eyes full of anticipation.

"I live far away..." Draco, feeling suddenly tired, whispered a plausible excuse.

"Oh."

Draco looked away, telling himself he didn't see the mist in those green eyes.

Harry secretly sniffed and told himself not to be greedy, anyway, today was the first memorable day in his life.

Knowing that he is a little wizard and not some terrible monster;

Meet a little wizard, someone who will reach out and share chocolate with him.

"It's good to meet you, Draco, can I call you that? You're the first friend I ever made. I...I'll miss you. Well, we'll meet again in two years anyway..." Harry rubbed his feet on the ground repeatedly, instead of telling Draco, he comforted himself, "It hasn't been a long time, I'm just a little worried about whether I'm dreaming now, just in case I wake up..."

"I can celebrate your birthday..." The blurted promise made Draco want to bite off his tongue, he pulled his hair angrily, never, he had never been so out of control, making an untimely and illogical promise so easily , an unsuitable promise, a promise that may not be fulfilled at all, even in his previous life where he was a fool for 20 years as a peacock, he was not so...

damn it!

"Uh, I mean, a birthday present." Draco waved his hand irritably, with a very bad tone, "Anyway, it's next month, so I won't forget it anytime soon..." The following words choked because of the heavy chest. The collision gradually dissipated in the twilight, Draco sat stiffly on the old wooden chair, and after a long while, he stiffly raised his arms that seemed to be numb from cold, and his stiff fingers passed through the messy, hairy chest on his chest. Black hair...they're soft and trembling slightly.

Scarhead, must have snotted his nose on his dress robe.

In the silence, Draco slowly raised his head, he hated contagious emotions.

Maybe he should be thankful for his thoughtless promise just now, that would probably be the only chance for them to sit side by side as friends.Draco will never forget his previous life, how Potter refused his hand on the train and chose the poor Weasleys instead.Potter is a born Gryffindor. In the future, he will know what the surname Malfoy represents, and he will understand how the Potter family has dedicated their lives to confronting the Slytherin Viper.

They are people from two worlds.

A Gryffindor.

A Slytherin.

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Finally sending away the green eyes that seemed to be still moist in the corners of the eyes, Draco walked out to an unnoticed corner of the playground, silently recalling an ancient handbook to guide, venting, and practicing, facing the big tree in front of him over and over again. Maximize the release of directional magic.

The magic leakage of the wizard after he left the wand is weak because of the dispersion, so it is rarely possible to be monitored, but what if this force is large enough to touch the Ministry of Magic's monitoring network?Draco's purpose was to make his magic outflow more focused and purposeful, so that if it was big enough to trigger the surveillance network, then he could be brought home safely.

Draco has a basis for such a plan. He found an ancestor's handwriting in the family's collection, which recorded in detail the assumptions and experimental methods for combing the early magic power of minor wizards. This kind of breaking the rules and forcibly improving The practice of magic is very dangerous, but Draco has long been used to the power of adults, and it feels really uncomfortable to suddenly return to childhood.That manuscript was the most feasible 'solution' he found after searching through the family's library.

It is true that improper handling of the magic power of minor wizards can easily cause acquired squibs, but since the soul in the body is mature and stable, the control of magic power is beyond the reach of ordinary minor wizards. The extremely dangerous experimental codex was a pleasant surprise for Draco. He tried it a little, and almost immediately felt obvious fluctuations in magic power - proving that the codex's experiment was true.

But it is a dangerous experiment after all, Draco has not yet found a practice place that can effectively avoid the attention of his parents, and now, the vast and deserted school playground is an excellent place, and the big tree surrounded by two people in front of him is also an ideal place. The object of practice, the result will kill two birds with one stone!

It wasn't until the big tree fell to the ground that Draco lay down on the grass with no strength. He felt that even if an Avada was flying towards him now, he couldn't even move a single little finger.He looked sideways at the waist-broken tree, and he was sure that before the third grade in his last life, even holding a wand would not have caused more damage than this.

But why hasn't anyone from the Ministry of Magic come yet?

Is it because my inferences are wrong?

Or does the Ministry of Magic's tracking rely solely on wand identification?

Could he really be walking from here to the Leaky Cauldron in London?

Draco was lying on the ground, thinking wildly,

Crack, crack, crack—several muffled bangs, blasting in the quiet and empty street garden, a few eccentrics in long robes and pointed hats appeared in this common Muggle activity area in Surrey.

"This is where it should be... This time it can't be wrong."

"Is this the center point?"

"Look at this tree..."

"Who is it?" Someone shouted in this direction.

"Good evening," Draco struggled to get up from the ground, resisting the trembling of his legs, he barely pulled the robe on his body, and introduced himself, "I'm Draco Malfoy. I think, I'm I had a little accident and need help..." Before Draco could finish speaking, he felt that the sky was getting dark quickly.

When Draco became conscious again, he found himself lying on a soft bed surrounded by familiar smells.

"Baby, are you awake? Feeling okay." Narcissa leaned over and kissed her little dragon's forehead.

"Mom... um." Draco's mind was clear, the muscles in his body seemed to be inactive, and it was extremely difficult to even move, as if he was more tired than before he fell into a coma.Draco licked his lips that felt weird, keenly aware that there was still an unpleasant smell left in his mouth, oh, no need to ask, he must have been fed a lot of strange things when he was in a coma——Godfather Never cared about their taste, and never considered the patient's taste tolerance!

"Mom, I'm fine..." Draco tried to sit up, but his tense muscles felt like needle pricks.

"Don't move around!" Narcissa was terrified these two days, and covered him with the quilt again, "You have been asleep for two full days." Narcissa asked Dora, the house elf, to bring the family therapist over.

Under Hackney's wand, Draco was pronounced well.Then, under the premise that Draco's mental head looked really good, Narcissa couldn't resist her son's request and told about the turmoil at home in the past two days.

Since Draco disappeared from the living room for no apparent reason, Lucius immediately used the contacts of the Malfoy family to search everywhere. Of course, he did not spare the resources of the Ministry of Magic, such as monitoring the Floo network, finding the Emergency Reversal Team, Then, before everyone had any idea, the Ministry of Magic had monitored some abnormal magic fluctuations, but the range was too wide, covering several miles.

In view of Draco Malfoy's minor status and the fact that he didn't have a wand yet, the Ministry of Magic didn't connect this abnormal magic fluctuation with the young master of the Malfoy family at first.What's more, with such a wide range, it is not immediately possible to find out by sending people to check.Later, as this kind of fluctuation was detected one after another, the scope of investigation was gradually reduced. It was not until Draco blasted the tree that they could accurately determine the position, and then they picked up the tree that could not speak a few words. The young master of the Malfoy family who just passed out.

A nine-year-old child, without a wand, caused widespread magical fluctuations in the three monitoring areas. Of course, it was no small matter, whether it was due to hostility towards the Malfoy family, fear of Draco's extraordinary abilities, or The pride from a pure-blooded family, or the love of his family for his son...Draco was completely and thoroughly checked when he was in a coma. In addition to proving that his coma was due to excessive consumption of mana and not life-threatening,' Possessing pure and powerful magic power, he is an excellent heir' This comment from an old wizard of the Wizengamot was like a shiny stamp on the platinum nobleman Draco Malfoy.

The Malfoy family was also checked by Lucius on a small scale, including checking the mirror that caused the trouble, and everything was normal.

Hearing his mother mentioning the mirror, Draco suddenly realized something, he couldn't maintain his expression at the moment, and made excuses indiscriminately, "Mom, I'm still a little tired, I want to sleep for a while."

"Oh, of course!" Narcissa had no doubts about him. Hackney had already confessed that Draco had consumed a lot of magic power. It was normal to lose strength and be unconscious, and a lot of rest was also necessary.Narcissa told Dora to stay and take care of the young master, then turned and left.

Draco buried himself deeply in the quilt, silently rolling the strange yet familiar name on the tip of his tongue.

In the end, he let go of the teeth that had already been bitten sour, and cursed fiercely, "Damn broken mirror!"