[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin conduct 71: Decide, stick to

After a period of practice, Harry began to feel the long-lost headache again. Closing an open brain, Harry thought, was difficult enough, but reopening a brain that has been used to isolating intrusions, especially when he knew there was interference from his mind. It is even more difficult under the premise of headache and headache.At any rate, he managed to do it in the end, thanks to Fred's Christmas gift, which was the box of high-purity brandy liqueur chocolates that Professor Moody had confiscated and was finally inspected—alcohol is really a good thing sometimes.

Harry rubbed his forehead. In the past few days, he has started to connect with Voldemort's thoughts intermittently. They are all chaotic and fragmented fragments. For a while, it is the dark ocean and isolated island, and for a while, it is the marble corridor of the Department of Mysteries. It was the rough stone door again, but yesterday was a breakthrough, about the corridor of the Department of Mysteries, and the big black door at the end of the corridor, which was always closed tightly. This time he finally opened the big black door and entered. He entered a circular room full of doors—well, although it was only a step forward, at least it was not cut off by his conditioned closed brain like before, which was finally an improvement.

"Have a headache?" Draco reached out and touched Harry's forehead. He knew that Harry's Occlumency had entered the second stage of activation, and it was helpless to not sleep well.

"It's that dream, Draco. Voldemort has broken through the black door in the corridor." Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror sullenly, while arranging his game uniform, while describing to Draco his chaotic and A dream without a logical sequence, "I just don't know why I keep dreaming about oceans and isolated islands, and there is a stone door written in Mennonite. Isn't that a branch of ancient German? Strange." Harry muttered in confusion. .

Draco froze for a moment. Thanks to his father's efforts, Azkaban's defenses have become unprecedentedly tight. He hoped to delay the time for the Dark Lord to grasp the secret of the prophecy ball as much as possible. Harry's progress really lived up to their expectations. Hope, but why is there a stone door in Mennonite?Draco couldn't understand at all, things had changed too much, and now he didn't dare to take it for granted according to his past life memories.

"Well - maybe, once the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff is over, you can go to Professor Snape to check your results." Draco looked at Harry worriedly.Harry rubbed his forehead, the feeling of being grabbed by the professor was indeed terrifying, but he, he was willing to fight!

Murky situations, murky moods and murky weather, this is the status quo for the second game of the Slytherin Quidditch season.

Blaise looked out on the window sill in the locker room of the stadium, "The weather is really not good, it seems that there will be a heavy rain soon."

Harry also looked out on tiptoe, it’s just ten o’clock in the morning, and the sky is unbelievably dark, and he wouldn’t be surprised if there would be lightning and thunder after a while, “I’ll make a waterproof spell, do you want to do a preventive test first?” try?"

Blaise shrugged, "I'm not worried about that, they haven't had any decent players since Digory Hufflepuff graduated, I mean... tomorrow is Hogsmeade weekend, such bad weather It will affect the dating mood."

Before Harry could say anything, Monty's snarl came, and they grabbed their broomsticks and filed out.

Within 5 minutes of playing, the big raindrops were accompanied by a little rumbling thunder. It was cold and painful. After another 5 minutes, Harry felt that the situation on the field was blurred. The heavy rain and strong wind A large cloud of water vapor caused fog. Under such conditions, even if he had cast water-proof spells and warmth-preserving spells on himself, even if the Firebolt hadn't been blown upside down like other people's brooms, how could he find the golden broom? And the Snitch—unless the Snitch was dangling about two inches under his nose.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Harry even had the illusion that he could only see the situation on the field clearly with the help of the flash of lightning. For most of the remaining dark time, he could only rely on his ears to make up for his lack of vision.

"Harry!" Blaise's voice suddenly came not far from Hufflepuff's goal. "Harry, behind you!"

Harry turned his head, a small golden spot flickered in the rainy sky... Found it!But the Hufflepuff Seekers saw it at the same time. They were almost at the same distance, accelerated at the same time, and flew to the same place.Harry urged the Firebolt, rolled his whole body on the broomstick and rushed towards the Snitch—this was in his pocket, his skill, ability, confidence and the Firebolt under his ass all determined it, Harry was so sure that he even expected the huge cheers from the Slytherin stands at the same time.

but!

It is very strange that at such a critical moment, the loud cheers that should have rang through the arena suddenly disappeared, like a radio that was turned off, and then, a familiar and terrible cold wave hit, and there was a faint rot The stench——for just a moment, Harry turned his gaze from the Snitch to the direction of the stench. Below the stadium, there were at least a hundred dementors standing below, wearing tattered cloaks and dirty He looked up at him, as if he was trying to suck something.A familiar coldness crept up from Harry's hot heart, and then he heard the sound again—his mother's screaming.

"Harry!"

A more familiar voice - a loud roar of anger and panic - sounded from the stands, instantly pulling Harry's faltering thoughts back.

It's Draco!

The cold and rotten aura around him suddenly faded away.

Draco's voice revived the burning sensation in Harry's chest, and Harry drew out his wand and yelled, "[Call God to protect—]" A young male lion leaped from his wand, roaring, and rushed towards the dementors... …

Almost at the same time, several silver animals rushed out from the stands of the professors to join the battlefield, especially a huge silver phoenix, covering almost a quarter of the field.

But whether it is the first silver lion jumping out of the field, or the huge silver phoenix flying out of the teacher's stand, none of the silver nets that spread out from the stands of Slytherin House look terrifying——Pan Xi could see clearly that what flew out of Draco's wand was obviously an eagle, but the moment the eagle flew out, it seemed to be stretched and deformed by a sex-changing spell, turning into a huge net, It was as if each feather had become a knotted point, tossed aloft like a fisherman's net.

The ground of Hogwarts was shaking, roaring and responding——Harry's Patronus also turned into a dense net at this time, spreading out on the ground with a huge shining silver light, rolling towards those disgusting things .Harry and Draco's two guardian angel nets, one from top to bottom, the other from bottom to top, the dementor trapped in the center had no chance to escape in a hurry, under the cutting of the silver net, there was a scream Then it turned into a puff of gas, evaporated, and disappeared.

Just like that, more than 100 dementors were wiped out and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye.Then the two nets met in the air, one continued to rise until it faded into the sky, and the other continued to sink into the earth.

Harry finally landed with the Snitch in his hands, and raised his hand high, but there was still no sound from the stands. The scene between him and Draco just now shocked everyone.

This is the first time that their contract with Hogwarts has resonated with such a huge power, and Draco was at a loss when he came back to his senses. He didn't expect it to become like this at all—a limited number of people who knew ( Snake King and the principal) can probably guess that Draco and the others touched the Hogwarts contract in extreme anger and fear, and probably added another layer of defense to Hogwarts—but more people I don't know, Umbridge's old toad's eyes turned 180 degrees, and his face looked like he was going to ask the bottom line.

So, as soon as the competition was over, Professor Snape put on a gloomy face, and immediately took the little green-eyed troll and the little platinum viper to his own Snake King's cellar to isolate and protect them, euphemistically calling them 'research assistants'.

Regarding the follow-up of this incident, Draco had been mentally prepared to deal with all the troubles from the Ministry of Magic and other aspects, but His Majesty the Snake King, who was extremely defensive, stood up and used his gorgeous low-pitched long sentence, To a group of big figures from the Ministry of Magic, including the Minister of Magic, who came here excitedly, eagerly, and determined to win, and perhaps even have a posture of asking questions, sprayed the poison——

"The dementor violated the order prohibition of the Ministry of Magic and the management agreement of Hogwarts. During the Quidditch match, he entered the school and attempted to attack a fifth-year student in my college. He was greatly frightened and injured by it. Mental injury, currently resting in peace, I thought you guys came here to apologize for the negligence of the Ministry of Magic, or I misunderstood that you were here to question a 15-year-old wizard why he was attacked by a hundred dementors at the same time , still lucky enough to be alive? A - a - boy who survived?"

The potion master of the Order of Merlin, the first class, questioned everyone until the face of the pig's liver turned pale, and the snake king finally left gracefully.

Fortunately, Draco and Harry were not affected too much in the end, but from another perspective, it caused a serious consequence. More than 100 dementors confessed in Hogwarts, Mr. Minister In order to fulfill the promise made to the public two months ago, he ordered another group of dementors to be stationed outside Hogwarts to protect the students inside from the first-class fugitive Peter Pedilou.

Undersecretary Malfoy strongly objected, nearly publicly quarreling with the Minister, and he was then stripped of his supervisory powers in the Law Enforcement Division.As a result, Lucius Malfoy left a short statement in the Daily Prophet, claiming that he personally strongly opposed such a stupid approach, and implied that it would seriously weaken Azkaban's defense capabilities, with serious consequences.He himself expressed anger at the short-sightedness of the Fudge administration and, from now on, he will resign.

Draco got the news from a letter from home during dinner that day. He understood his father's choice. If he couldn't stop it, it meant that Azkaban's large-scale escape was imminent. It is definitely an extremely dangerous behavior to go to work at the Ministry of Magic. After all, there are several super powerful people locked in Azkaban. Death Eaters.There was another benefit, his father picked himself out of the corrupt Fudge government, and he was clean, so as not to be implicated by that group of idiots in the end.

They were right about Azkaban's prediction.

Harry, after practicing for so long, received Voldemort's thoughts at the same time on this night - he heard him laughing wildly, and Harry even himself could feel an unprecedented happiness... Excited, ecstatic, ecstatic...a great thing has been done!

Harry woke up suddenly. Although he didn't make a sound himself, the corners of his mouth had been greatly split, and he definitely looked like he was about to laugh.Harry suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he was affected, sure enough!Without Occlumency, his feelings and thoughts would be affected by Voldemort, and it was impossible to imagine that if he hadn't woken up in time, he would have let out Voldemort's hoarse and terrible laughter-from his mouth!

Harry picked up the bedside cup and gulped down the cold spring water. Through the luminous hourglass, he saw that it was only past ten o'clock in the evening, not very late.

It took a while for Harry to calm down from the "nightmare" - Voldemort was happy, happy as he hadn't been in a long time - and Harry jumped out of bed in great horror and rushed to Draco's bedroom.In the end what happened?Things that can make the enemy so happy must be bad news for them!

When Harry rushed in, Draco put down his bedtime reading and was about to turn off the light to go to sleep. Seeing this scene, he pulled the cold, shivering person into the quilt, and listened to Harry's incoherent description of that Meng, "...it shouldn't be the prophecy ball, Draco, the joy of the prophecy ball, I remember he is not so crazy..."

It was Azkaban's large-scale escape, and Draco's heart sank.

Even without the extinction of the 100+ Dementors, the Azkaban escape and Dementor defection were inevitable consequences of events.Draco took a deep breath - this was something that had to happen sooner or later, he wasn't surprised or frightened, but Harry's connection, hearing such a description for the first time, was terrifying.

Draco hugged Harry and kissed his forehead deeply. "Harry, from now on, you must redouble your efforts to learn advanced Occlumency... This is too dangerous!"

Harry has always been of a thin figure, but now he looks thinner when he is hugged in his arms. Draco couldn't help but shudder. Push this kind of Harry to the forefront of the war, under the eyes of the Dark Lord?Draco even wondered if his decision was wrong at this moment.If he can't learn advanced Occlumency, it means that Harry is completely exposed to the Dark Lord. When the Dark Lord discovers this connection one day, how will he use it?Will you really follow the plan you designed?If not, what if he tried to hurt him in such a way?

"No, don't force it, Harry, cut off this connection immediately!" Draco suddenly changed his mind, let any trap go to hell, "Protecting your own safety is the most important thing."

"No, Draco." Harry rubbed his face to cheer himself up. Draco's worried look made him regret running over rashly, "Since I have already started, I must succeed—I think I've found some way." Under the influence of Voldemort's madness, retaining his emotions and reason, as if his self-consciousness had just made him struggle to wake up, and cut off their connection.Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder and smelled the incense on his body. The familiar smell made his mood relax a lot, "Draco, you said that this is war, there is always a risk, and there is always a price to pay, we You had the courage to face him in the first year, let alone now? We Slytherins never do things halfway!"

Draco raked his hair a little irritably, strangled Harry tightly for a long time, and then slowly relaxed, and finally pulled Harry into bed together, well, since their hundred steps have taken 55 steps— —

"Go to sleep, tomorrow there will be third, fourth, and fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Being a teacher is much more tiring than being a student.

After Harry lay down, he still didn't give up, "Draco, why do you think he is happy?"

"Many possibilities."

"Then guess what he has planned?"

"You can't guess randomly. If you guess the wrong direction, it is easy to mislead us."

"Oh."

The two of them squeezed into one bed, Harry was on Draco's pillow, covered with Draco's quilt, Draco's arm was around his neck, Draco's arm was around his waist, his face was buried in the In the pocket of Draco's shoulder - Harry's face burned suddenly at the sudden awareness of their intimacy.He was embarrassed by this position, tense, more ashamed, and maybe a little inexplicably happy... Harry thought he might not sleep all night, but in fact, he fell asleep quickly, and it was very sweet— —

Draco looked at Harry who was sleeping soundly in his arms, a series of thin kisses stretched from the scar on his forehead to the soft and moist lips - Scarhead, we will win!

The next day, the front page of the Daily Prophet carried the dire news of the mass escape from Azkaban.

There are several long rows of black and white photos, wishing to take up half of the page. Among them, there are a dozen or so famous and powerful crazy Death Eaters, such as Antonin Dolohov, who brutally murdered the brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

August Rookwood, leaking Ministry of Magic secrets to You-Know-Who.

Bellatrix Lestrange, tortured and permanently disabled Frank and Alice Longbottom.

……

Harry put down the newspaper, now understanding why Voldemort had been so happy last night.He has checked the information on several people here, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are Voldemort's right-hand men. Not only are they rich and powerful, but they are also very powerful. Reese's cousin, who is also Draco's aunt, I heard that she and her husband are very, very powerful, even compared with Sirius, who is super powerful as a professional Auror, they are on par with each other——Harry couldn't help but look Glancing at Neville Longbottom on the Gryffindor long table, he turned his eyes away, with a fire of anger burning in his chest—he must win this war, and he must let these people be punished by the law. sanctions!

Draco looked up at the professor's long table, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were having a serious conversation, the other teachers were also seriously reading the newspaper, and Dean Snape was eating porridge with no expression on his face, but Umbridge, obviously The look of facing the enemy - not for the escaped Death Eaters, but for the seriousness of Principal Dumbledore.

Draco took a deep breath, what should come will always come, all they have to do is to meet the challenge.Perhaps under such bad news, thinking in a better direction, Fudge will be able to jump in a few days, and the future power path belonging to his father has gradually started to smooth out.