HP Dark Hero

?Harry happily drained his second glass of wine -- this glass was really too small.When Draco smirked and tried to order a third glass, Harry shook his head and asked for a glass of water.

If he drank any more, he would be really drunk, and he couldn't let himself pass out.What's more, he still needs to pay attention to the expiration time of the aging agent, not to mention the decline in his control over himself after being drunk. If he just returns to Harry Potter in front of Draco Malfoy, things will become complicated, and that is by no means a People who want to vacation expect to face.

Harry sat comfortably on the sofa in a relaxed posture, with his long legs crossed, lazily playing with a goblet in his hand, squinting to feel the afternoon sunlight coming in through the window. Draco was also casually chatting about little gossips that weren't too deep in the aristocratic circles, with a small plate of biscuits in hand; he guessed that maybe Narcissa was worried about his whereabouts.She hadn't told her much, but her mother had always had a keen sense of where he might be, and he'd been out long enough for the Malfoys to say that they weren't as good as they used to be.

However, the young wizard in front of him didn't intend to end the party, and Draco couldn't be the one who offered to leave, no matter because of strength, friendship or any other aspects.

"It's just that there's a lot of time for me." In Harry's mind, the war is a small problem that has ended, he just went to another world to enjoy the holiday, even though he knows intellectually that the war is still going on here burst out, 'I never knew Malfoy could make himself so attractive if he wanted to. 'Draco's attitude towards Harry was never good, and later on he was just like Big Malfoy, lukewarm.

He always wondered why so many people in the noble circles, Death Eaters, and even the Ministry of Magic had such a good impression of Malfoy, and were even willing to help the little boy who was a typical pure-blood to get rid of his identity as a Death Eater. Misunderstand'.

Now it seemed that instead of simply relying on power or interests, the Malfoys did have a method.

Harry chatted with Draco, thinking about these things casually in his mind, and a fleeting wave of magic made him look out of the window curiously.A tall wizard in an emerald green robe seemed to be passing by, holding a small pendant in his hand, and a small diamond-shaped green emerald hung from the lower end of a thin silver chain.The wizard twirled the pendant casually as if he didn't care about the value of the item in his hand.

Harry turned his head and continued the meaningless conversation with Draco, casually took out the rimless glasses from his pocket, and played with the amethyst under the decorative silver chain.

"Mr. Seibal, do you have the habit of wearing glasses?" Draco noticed the objects in the other's hands. There are many small spells and potions that are convenient in the wizarding world. For Muggles, glasses may be no other way, but wizards can It is very easy to solve the myopia problem, let alone a noble wizard like Seibal.

"It's just some special little magic, nothing special." Harry said gently, "Just now you seem to have mentioned some new discoveries in British potions? I'm a little curious."

"Because Potions Master Severus Snape is in England, he has provided many ingenious ideas for the Potions Association." Draco replied, it was hard not to hear the pride in his tone, "He himself is very Good at experimentation and innovation, he is the well-deserved chief master of the British Potions Association."

'Yes, Severus, of course he is. Harry agreed from the bottom of his heart, and asked about some information about potions and alchemy. Little Malfoy made his statement in an orderly manner, and one could tell that he had definitely put a lot of painstaking research into these areas.

Half an hour later, Harry flicked his fingertips in the air, looked at the time, with a surprised expression on his face, "It's already this time, I almost forgot that I still have some procedures to go through, you know, your country's Ministry of Magic has a lot of complicated procedures for the entry of foreign wizards Procedure. Am I keeping you too long?"

"It's been a meaningful and fulfilling afternoon." Draco shook his head, getting up with Harry.

"Happiness always speeds up the passage of time." Harry rummaged in his pockets, quietly transformed a small jewelry into a small silver ring, attached a hidden magic, and handed it to Draco, "I won't settle in the Why, not even in the British Isles all the time. If you want to owl me, put this ring on the paw, and the owl can find my place as long as I'm in England."

Of course, that was when he was SeibalBarniz.

"If you have time again and want to know something, your owl is also welcome." Draco was surprised that the other party didn't give him a verbal party promise, or asked him to wait for the other party's owl, but gave The way a young wizard like him can contact him.

The other party didn't underestimate him, but made friends with him as an equal existence, and this realization made Draco's heart slightly warm.

"I think I will, maybe soon. Please forgive me for leaving."

Draco nodded, and Harry smiled, pulled up his hood, and strode out of the cafe, casting the Disillusionment Charm at the same time.

However, Harry did not report to the Ministry of Magic as he said, but turned around and moved silently between the alleys of Diagon Alley. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians and shopfronts, until he turned a corner and came to a quiet and deserted corner. .

This seems to be the place where the back side was left blank for some reason during the construction between the houses on both sides. Only a tree about two or three feet high quietly grows here.And there was a wizard leaning against the wall, as if he was tired from walking and took a rest here, but the tip of his wand was facing Harry secretly and steadily.

The wizard was holding a delicate green jade in his hand, it was the wizard who just passed by the coffee shop.

Without hesitation, Harry put on an aggressive stance, squinted his eyes dangerously, and pointed his black wand at the other party, but there was a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was calm, "Sir? I'm so sorry, but you made me feel Not good. Could you take off your cloak so I can make sure?"

The other side shrugged, took off the cloak slowly and gracefully, and hung it gracefully on his wrist, covering up the same wand that was still pointing at Harry.

"Unfriendly, isn't it?" said the tall, grown-up wizard with a sexy smile on his lips.He has an exotic and handsome appearance, thick black curly short hair, and bronze-colored skin, he looks like a star who came out of the cover of a witch magazine.

Harry observed the other party, and at this moment the other party's emerald green eyes were also looking at him.

'There must be something wrong here!How could he be here? Harry thought, with a smile on the corner of his mouth expressionless, and tightened his wand, which was slipping due to cold sweat, "It is impossible for me to replicate this situation, unless the curtain is a mysterious teleportation channel at all.But if it is a fake, how can it be possible to completely imitate an appearance that does not exist in this world?Did someone read my memory without my knowledge?But this may be the least important part of my memory compared to the others! '

"Hello? Don't disappear in your mind again," the wizard laughed in a low voice, his voice was low and magnetic, and when he spoke love words, he would definitely make all the witches scream and show their love, "TerralYProth, mind telling me Getting acquainted?"

"Seibal Barniz."

"As I said, it's a very obvious pseudonym—you say a wizard who came all the way from Germany to England, how can he have a Spanish name?"

"Proth isn't even a formal word at all." Harry countered. Although he didn't relax, surprise had gradually replaced the defense in his eyes, and the other party also slowly lowered his wand.He tentatively called out to the other party: "...Potter?"

"...Zabini?" The other party hesitated.

The two stared at each other, and after a few seconds, they stared at each other in the same shock.

"Are you really Blaise? Why are you here?" Harry asked in shock, "You're the only one with that weird alias and green eyes."

"You don't have to worry too much about your name. Anyone who knows Spanish can see that Barniz means cover, and Seibal means name. Cover name, is there a fake name with a lower IQ? And, even if you are always like this Yes, but it's not a good idea to call someone by your last name, as I said." Blaise wasn't to be outdone.

"It doesn't matter even if you see it. This is a fake name recomposed from your name. They won't know that I am the betrayed savior."

"Sorry, let me remind you, my pseudonym is also recombined from your name, this weird name really matches the green eyes." Blaise put on a smirk, "I'm glad you still remember to wear the pendant .”

"I brought this with me when I fell on the curtain, and I came here together."

Harry whispered, "But I thought it wouldn't respond again."

Blaise just moved quietly to Harry's side, holding him lightly, offering kindness, "Yes. I guess, I'm so grateful for the fact that you're still alive."

'same. ' thought Harry.