Platinum warm sun

【three】

Anastasia always felt that she was being watched - her sixth sense has always been very accurate - especially when she found that every afternoon she went to read a book under the tree by the Black Lake as usual, and she always leaned against the tree to meditate in the distance When the figure of her and his attendant got closer and closer to where she was.

Anastasia once again seriously considered whether she should read in another place - but I'm afraid I couldn't find a more comfortable place in the entire Hogwarts campus.

In the end is to change or not to change?

This is a problem.

Anastasia was in a daze without hesitation, her thoughts wandering, until a small shadow covered the corner of her page.

Anastasia subconsciously clenched the wand in her sleeve, then looked up quickly.

"Oh—uh, I..." Obviously, the other party was taken aback by Anastasia's sudden look up.

"Ah, Mr. Goyle." Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief, and then followed Goyle's eyes clearly—her chocolate and biscuits.Because of her health, Anastasia can only eat small meals, so every afternoon, she would carry a lot of biscuits and pastries with her, and they were all delicious, so it caused Draco to follow him every day. The appetite of the bored Goyle standing behind him is naturally a normal thing.

Anastasia curled her lips in understanding.

Gao Erhan smiled even more awkwardly, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Looking at the sky, it was already late to confirm the time.Anastasia stood up, dusted the dust behind her, and then took back the blanket with a silent "clean up", and then summoned everything into her hands—of course including those chocolates and biscuit.

Anastasia would bet on Merlin's beard, and Goyle swallowed hard.

Sighing silently in her heart, Anastasia stuffed the rest of the food into Goyle's arms, "Help me solve it." Then she turned back to the castle without hesitation, leaving Goyle behind. A person stood there in a daze.

She just couldn't eat and was too lazy to take it back to the dormitory, so it wasn't that she couldn't bear to see his longing expression, yes, that's it.

Friendship is actually easy to build, especially for a simple child like Gore, a few pieces of chocolate and biscuits are enough.

"Thank you, Anas, uh..." After Goyle was asked by Anastasia to solve her remaining snacks for a week, Goyle's attitude obviously changed a lot—this Gryffin Duo is a nice guy.

"Stacy." Anastasia seldom replied, usually she would leave after stuffing things, but it is really not pleasant to be called by a person who can't fully pronounce her name for a week things.So, she just doesn't want to make herself uncomfortable, that's all.

"Oh, Stacy." Goyle obviously breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little embarrassed by his stupid behavior just now.

Anastasia glanced at Goyle, "I'm leaving." Then she turned and left.

After walking a few steps, the silver-green figure standing against the tree unexpectedly came into view again.Anastasia wanted to go back to the castle, but she couldn't move her footsteps no matter what.

Before she spoke, Anastasia despised herself fiercely in her heart—dear Stacy, could it be possible that you were infected by those impulsive Gryffindors? !How can you be so nosy!

Staring deeply at the platinum gold color by the lake, and taking a deep breath, Anastasia finally couldn't bear the desire of the past two weeks, and said, "Instead of thinking about the past here every day, how about Use it to fight for the future, use your ability to stand up, whether it is for yourself or your family.” Then she walked back to the castle without looking back—even though Merlin knew how much patience she had to restrain herself. Hold back your desire to look back.

Anastasia, the real coward is you, right? !She laughed at herself again.Heh, is there more than one person who remembers the past? !

[Instead of remembering the past here every day, it is better to use it to fight for the future and use your own ability to stand up, whether it is for yourself or your family. 】

Anastasia, who didn't look back, didn't see that pair of silver-gray eyes, staring thoughtfully at the direction she left, and didn't move away for a long time.

Yes, stand up.

He was Malfoy, and Malfoy would not allow others to trample on his pride.No matter what time it is.

He is Malfoy, leaving the blessing of his parents, he is still Malfoy, and he wants to be a qualified Malfoy.

The memory time is long enough.From now on, he will stand up for himself, for his family, for his father in Azkaban, for his mother who is struggling with family affairs, and for Malfoy!

Facing the platinum-blond figure that was about to disappear at the end of the grass, Draco smiled slightly on his lips. It was so shallow that it was almost just the corners of his lips slightly raised. It was also very deep, so deep that it made people feel uncomfortable. You can't ignore the tenderness in your eyes.

Anastasia von Hill, he remembered her.

As before.

Another Monday came quickly and excitingly, as the Quidditch match began, and the first game was a duel between old enemies - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Even if this year's war changed a lot of people and things—for example, the top seat of Hogwarts lost a sweet-toothed old man with a beard longer than Santa Claus, and Slytherin lost a greasy Big Bat, everyone's enthusiasm and expectations for Quidditch have not diminished.Perhaps, everyone is looking forward to this grand sports event that can wash away the gloom of the past year with great enthusiasm.Just like staying in a dark room for a long time, you will always long for the warm sun outside the curtains.

Anastasia, who was forcefully dragged out of the outdoor by Hermione and Ginny with the reason of "If you don't bask in the sun, you will become a vampire for nothing", swallowed herself back, "I obviously bask in the shade of the trees every afternoon" For an explanation, he was forced to stand on the sidelines of the Quidditch game.

She really can't understand, it's just a game where the ball chases the person and the person chases the ball, there is no passion at all.

Apparently, she soon found out she was wrong.

It's definitely not that she has enlightened her brain and found out that she finally understands the fun of Quidditch, but that the handshake between the two captains was too "passionate".

The captains of the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team are their respective Seekers, Harry and Draco, apparently, they meet again "with swords".

Although Draco nodded symbolically to Harry in a friendly way, Anastasia noticed sharply that the blue veins popping out of the two hands' clasped hands could not be squeezed out by a normal handshake. .

Merlin, will they be able to hold the broom later?

As soon as the whistle blew, the situation on the field immediately became intense.More than a dozen brooms kept interlacing in the air, dazzling the audience.Obviously, Anastasia was overthinking.

All in all, today's game is still very exciting - if you ignore Anastasia's drowsy drowsiness on the sidelines.After more than an hour of stalemate, the score was 80 to 80. Obviously, the responsibility of the Seeker is even more difficult.Not surprisingly, those 150 points almost determine victory.

Indeed, that was just no accident.But where Harry Potter exists, it's almost impossible to have a "no accident" situation.

Just as Anastasia was about to fall asleep on the sidelines, she suddenly felt a bleak chill, and her inner emotions were severely suppressed. Many images flashed through her mind in an instant, and she subconsciously squeezed the magic wand in her sleeve .At this time, Hermione who was beside her also vigorously pushed her awake.

Hermione has always been very calm, but Anastasia rarely saw an expression of extreme worry on her face today, "Oh, damn it, the dementors left behind after the war, they all arrived today Is Hogwarts coming? The Quidditch match brings everyone together in the arena, so that they can suck more despair! Shout out to protect you!" Like all the students around who know the Patronus spell , Hermione loudly summoned her Patronus.

Silver otters swam in the air, dispelling the chill.

Hermione was so focused on the dementors that she ignored Anastasia's paler than usual face.

[Because I have experienced too much, the deeper and more deeply buried in my heart, the more unforgettable. 】

Hundreds of dementors kept coming, and the patron saints of the students were immature after all. After flashing in the air a few times, they almost disappeared.There are only a few patron saints of senior students left, but like almost all teachers’ patron saints, they gather in the stands, especially in the lower grade area—almost none of the students below the third grade will summon the patron saint.

"Damn it!" Hermione looked anxious, these Patronuses are simply not enough, "Harry is playing, otherwise his Patronus is strong enough to surpass adult wizards, but he didn't bring a wand at all! It's too dangerous! He should immediately Stop the game!"

Still playing, no wand.

Anastasia instantly caught the point of the words and looked up immediately.I saw a lot of dementors hovering in the air, and kept approaching the players.

Behind that person was a dementor that was about to pounce on it, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Malfoy, be careful!" Anastasia heard Harry yell, but when she got closer, she also showed a painful look on her face—it was the look that only people who had experienced death would have. The fear, the sorrow of leaving those around us.

"Oh my god!" Hermione bit her lower lip hard, but she was powerless to summon her Patronus to such a distance.

Anastasia lowered her eyes, and the place where her fingers gripped the wand was tensely white.

——The girl was eight years old at that time. Under the tree by the lake in that bustling manor, they leaned on each other and watched the sunset scattered on the sparkling water. It’s just a little boy and a little girl secretly picking off the twin buchi fruit that is born once every ten years, engraving their initials on it, and then exchanging it for each other—even if they know that they will definitely be blamed and wasted by the parents who come later Such a precious fruit.

That was the happiest time in her 18 years-although it was also the turning point of her stepping into the abyss.

"Call the gods to protect you!" Anastasia's incantation was particularly loud when everyone fell silent due to fear.

Silver mist sprayed out from the tip of the stick, converging into a bright and huge phoenix with fluttering wings, flying into the air with the guidance of the tip of the stick, and the dementors along the way fled with it—that was the true sense of the word. Patronus, bright, with the power to drive away darkness and gloom.The skies had obviously returned to normal, but the dementors on the ground were still there, and the game continued.

"Oh, my God!" The people on the ground could no longer care about who sent out such a powerful patron saint just now, and they also couldn't care about the situation in the air—because there was a loophole in the defense line on the ground.

When several professors escorted a large number of low-grade students back to the castle, the defense strength in the stands suddenly weakened a lot, and there were several loopholes soon.A lot of dementors rushed towards those loopholes.

Without hesitation, Anastasia cast a silent spell, summoned two patron saints again, flew to the stands at both ends to expel the dementors, and summoned another patron saint to make up for the loophole.

Fortunately, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived in large numbers.Countless patron saints chased and drove the dementors in the air, and then surrounded them all. In the end, dozens of Aurors cast a spell together to seal all the dementors into a movement that cast a traceless stretching spell. cage.

"Stasi, quickly take back your Patronus!" Anastasia felt Hermione remember something after seeing that all the dementors had been subdued, and turned her pale face eagerly. ——It can even be said that she has no blood.

Summoning a Patronus is a spell that consumes a lot of mental energy and magic power. Even many adult wizards find it difficult to perfectly control a Patronus—not to mention the fact that they seem to be weaker than ordinary people, but they have summoned multiple mature Guardians in a row. Anastasia of God.

Anastasia waved her wand laboriously, her lips already pale.A mocking smile was slightly drawn from the corner of his mouth, he didn't know what he was mocking, and then he fell backwards.

Hermione cast a spell to hold Anastasia up, and Ginny hurried to hold her up.In their fuss, they didn't notice that even in a coma, Anastasia was still tightly holding the wand in her hand with her pale fingers, as if holding the last hope of life.

【Remember, child, don't let the wand leave you at any time, it is the guarantee of your life - you can never rely on others to save you, you can only rely on yourself...】

Now, I always, remember...

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A long-awaited chapter, long-awaited