HP Dark Hero

?Harry opened the contact network belonging to the false identity SeibalBarniz—in simple terms, it is to activate the spells attached to all the communication items he handed over to others, so that all owl messengers can follow the guidance of magic marks and send letters and items to where he is.This is actually a little trick among the nobles to hide some hidden undercurrents.

However, considering that when he was here under the pseudonym SeibalBarniz, he had to give the contact information to Draco Malfoy, it would not be an exaggeration to describe this contact information as a dedicated line for the little Malfoy.

It was a little risky, but after hearing some news about the Malfoy's from Blaise, he wrote a greeting letter to Draco in the name of Seibal Barniz.The content of the letter was ordinary, as if it was really just a friend's occasional care, a friendly invitation to meet for a dinner, and there was no hidden meaning between the lines.

"Of course, I can't do anything to spy on the situation by writing a letter with an aristocratic mindset..." Harry put down his pen, double-checked for vulgar mistakes, such as misspelling Malfoy, etc., and finally signed the gorgeous name on the bottom of the letter with certainty Shorthand, put it in an envelope and seal it with sealing wax, and hand it to the public owl who has been waiting for a long time. It is a magnificent black eagle.

The black eagle soared proudly with its wings shaking, carrying the letter through the protection of Potter Manor, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

'Hopefully Draco would think at a time like this that maybe there was a wizard who could be trusted to negotiate his troubles. '

Yes, Harry himself couldn't use letters to induce little Malfoy to mention the information he wanted, but if he talked face to face, he was still a little bit sure.

One could only hope that Draco was still a little bit of a teenager, willing to accept an invitation from a wizard of unknown origin whom he had only met once, at a sensitive time.

According to his normal schedule, Harry waited silently for a few days, and finally when he passed the window and saw a golden eagle with a silver ring on its paw flying towards the manor, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

It was still the same cafe, that hidden location, the same two wizards had clearly enjoyed a pleasant afternoon here dozens of days ago, and when the two met at this moment, they also felt a bit as if they were separated from each other.

Eventful vacation... Harry complained inwardly.

Gathering up his other thoughts, Harry, disguised as SeibalBarniz, smiled gracefully and reservedly, looked sideways at the little wizard with platinum hair, and showed a funny expression: "Draco? Long time no see, I hope this invitation is not too presumptuous, just I kind of miss the special concoction here." Harry shrugged exaggeratedly, spreading his hands in a gesture of resignation, "But I can't order it. Fortunately, I have...friends who hold this privilege."

Draco Malfoy's condition couldn't be said to be good at this time, the Malfoy family always showed their aristocratic demeanor, although Draco was still exquisite and noble at this moment, he didn't have the unique sparkle of the Malfoy family.

His face was pale and almost bloodless, his light-colored lips still had a suitable curve for dealing with people, and his gray-blue eyes seemed to be covered with mist.However, for more than a month, Draco Malfoy looked a bit vicissitudes, even though he was actually just a 15 or 6 year old wizard.

Hearing Harry's deliberate exclamation, Draco agreed, "Privilege always has its convenience. If you like it, you can come and taste it anytime. I believe they will not refuse a guest like you."

In fact, they all knew that this was just an excuse to start a conversation. A powerful dark wizard who had been brought by Malfoy himself, even if he came to the door alone in the future to ask for a drink, how could the shopkeeper refuse his request in the slightest.

"As I said, just call me Seibal, Draco." Harry rarely had the chance to call little Malfoy by his given name, and he was a little unaccustomed to it, but tried to be as natural as possible.

There was a slight change in Draco's expression when he heard it, and Harry wasn't sure which part of the topic it was.

"Really, a sentence can be broken into several pieces to understand the nobleman," Harry slandered, reminding himself not to complicate the conversation, the simpler and clearer the better.

The two exchanged some casual chats that could not be called intelligence, but they were still about recommended dining places, or innocuous anecdotes, as if they were really two ordinary wizards and nobles who had nothing to do. Draco still has anecdotes that can be said, Harry, who lived completely ignorant of the world in the Potter manor, can only say that he raised a famous purebred dog during this period, and talked about it over and over again about this black fur, strong body, that is The trifles of the black dog with insufficient IQ, as if he is very keen on keeping pets.

Draco showed full interest in this half-truth, asking, "From your description, it doesn't look like a magical creature. Is it an ordinary dog?"

Harry wasn't sure if animals also had a vocabulary relative to mudbloods and Muggles, but Draco chose the word Normaldog, which made Harry a little suspicious: nobles, especially purebloods, used to talk through all kinds of words Time to disparage non-pure blood, non-magic creatures.That is sometimes not even a conscious behavior, it is almost a tradition in the magical world for pure blood to consider themselves as high-ranking. Draco didn't act that way, probably already aware that he wasn't noble.

Still, the reaction so far has been friendly.

"I'm pretty sure it's magical." Harry replied in the affirmative. 'That famous dog' once attended Hogwarts is enough proof.

"But it sounds like it never manifested."

"It's..." Harry cleared his throat because he didn't have a wand and was just eating, drinking, and running all day. "It has some shape-shifting magic."

"Transform...like a Boggart? That's a nice talent," Draco praised.

Harry shook his head affirmatively, "No, its transformation only has one fixed form." As for whether a person turns into a dog, or a dog turns into a person, Harry has become more and more suspicious of the latter since they met Black for a while.He collected himself and maintained a friendly smile, but his tone changed slightly, "Actually, taking care of it is a real headache.... I occasionally wonder whether it was a wrong choice to accept it."

Draco slowly shifted his gaze to Harry, "It's a pure-blooded magical creature, which basically fits the status of nobility."

"I accepted it into my life, and I didn't consider bloodlines..." Harry drank the bartender in two or three gulps, and ordered hot tea for the two of them. "...There was a reason that I had to. I couldn't refuse."

"If there is a reason to have to, please forgive me, it's not a 'choice'." Draco couldn't completely hide his intense disgust, looking down at the misty teacup.

"I just choose to accept this as a last resort." Harry made a self-deprecating expression briefly, then returned to his smile, "I thought, maybe I appreciate unicorns more, or even cats, or something like that."

"Seibal...you didn't act like that before, I even thought you liked it."

"As for what the black dog represents, you know, black wizards like pure blood, magic, ominous omens, etc. It's not very friendly to show opposing views."

Little Malfoy, who had revealed enough information in this conversation, felt a little apprehensive in his heart. He suppressed the emotions in his eyes by lowering his head and drinking tea, while the pale and tall aristocratic black wizard on the opposite side was still drinking tea, his dark green and almost black eyes Moving between the small sugar bowl and the milk jug, she randomly picked up a strand of slightly long black hair and twirled it around her fingertips, twirling and twirling, as if she had no other thoughts.

For the first time, the platinum-haired young aristocrat realized what kind of person he knew, which almost ran counter to his environment, acquaintances, and even his family and father.He knew his father didn't force him to choose right away, and while that was based on knowing that a Malfoy wouldn't walk a different path than a Malfoy, it didn't mean that others wouldn't judge his father's stance by his choice. .

He didn't even know why the lord suddenly became restless and began to pay attention to these young wizards who hadn't even finished their studies, and he didn't know why the lord also became anxious.

"—Anyway," Draco concluded with feigned ease, "it's got to be accepted. Perhaps, if you prefer, allow me to give you a cat?"

"——It's just a dog." Harry raised the corners of his lips, "If you don't like it, there are more ways to deal with it, it's never too late."

"Maybe... I can turn it into a cat?"

Draco subconsciously held his breath.

"However, as you said... no matter what the final decision is, you must be prepared to bear it." Harry gently and slowly smoothed every wrinkle on the sleeve of the black robe, "But, just as you don't like reckless Canines—yes, I get it—can still talk to me peacefully, and if you talk about any of your pets in the future, I'll gladly accept it."

Harry flashed a bright smile that was as true to Malfoy as he could get, "I guess, you'd rather have a dragon?"

Draco's tone was a little erratic, but he replied in a low voice like a dream: "...Yes, yes. Compared to a dog, I might... want to raise a dragon."

Harry got up, regardless of little Malfoy's situation, left a few Galleons behind, and took the dessert for the 'family members' - the godfather and son and Sissy, and walked away leisurely with long legs.

When he stepped out of the door, there was only one doubt left in Harry's mind, 'The hint I made on the arm just now should be obvious enough... There is no way to be slower...How on earth does Lucius do things like dusting his robes so aristocratically? ?On the premise that there is no dust on his robe? '

"Father, do you think... the mark given by the lord can be removed?" Draco paled the moment he blurted out this sentence, and hurriedly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Father, I just..."

"──As a Malfoy, you have to be careful in your words and deeds." Lucius said flatly, "I'll pretend I haven't heard. Now, go back to your room."

Draco Malfoy hurriedly corrected his posture, calmly said good night to Lucius who had a cold expression, and fled out of the study in a few steps.

And Lucius Malfoy looked at the back of Malfoy's young future Patriarch leaving in a hurry, reminiscing about his movements and the message he unconsciously revealed just now, a tiny flame ignited in his eyes, and then he hid it deeply.