HP Dark Hero

?Harry was lazily lying on the recliner, a few rays of sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the dappled light and shadow hit the pages of the book he was turning in his hands, enjoying the rare mild and non-stinging sunlight in the summer morning.

'...Isn't this book suitable too? Harry sighed softly, while rubbing his eye sockets, he casually threw the book with the cursive words "See Through the Soul" on the cover onto the grass next to the foot of the chair.There are already several similar books piled up there.

He wasted most of the morning reading this difficult and obscure book, but even though the Potter family was an ancient aristocrat, they still belonged to the line of white magic—soul magic was mostly classified as a gray area and darker magic, no doubt about it.

All the documents that might be helpful to him were probably in Voldemort's hands.

Are you going to break into DarkLord's lair? Harry thought absently, based on the familiar pattern of tables and chairs from his previous connection with Voldemort, it is estimated that Voldemort is also nested in his manor.Breaking in now, you can directly fight to the death with the main soul.

Harry stopped his rambling thoughts, opened the next book, and caught a glimpse of an indistinct silver light flickering in the morning light that was getting brighter in the distance.

The star-like silver light streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed, heading towards Harry in a straight line.When it got close, Harry found that it was the golden eagle of Malfoy's family, and the silver ring on the paw was the reason for the flickering light just now.

The imposing golden eagle passed through the protection of Potter Manor, hovered above Harry, and then flapped its wings gracefully and smoothly several times before landing on the back of the chair.A letter was held in front of Harry, the delicate Malfoy crest stamped on the back of the envelope.

The appearance of the letter seemed too formal among friends. Harry pushed back his excessively long bangs, and opened the letter with a questioning, 'Draco didn't mean to invite me to the Malfoy plus dinner or something...? '

The font and style in the letter were too familiar, so familiar that Harry naturally skipped long paragraphs, and only read the last paragraph and his signature.Immediately, his face changed, and he went back to the beginning and read it carefully again.

That was indeed what he was familiar with, before coming over.

In order to spend more time with the 'Godson Harry', Sirius Black, who barely got up early, ended his usual routine of harassing innocent unicorns. When he came back with his mouth full of unicorn hair and striding his paws, what he saw was Harry with a strange look on his face Staring at the picture of a few pages of parchment.

The black dog barked to show its favor, and circled around Harry with great interest. Harry quickly waved his hand, and took the silver hairs that had fallen all over the floor into his hands, and pulled out a bottle to collect them.

Sirius lifted the Animagus, with a smile on his face, he hooked Harry into his arms with his long arms, and brushed his black hair vigorously, "What? What happened? It's a refreshing morning, don't read those, get up and move around... "

"It's okay." Harry deftly broke free from Sirius' restraint, waved the letter in his hand as a signal, and then folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket, "I received an interesting invitation to talk."

"What talk? If you need any help, Harry and I are here, you know..."

"Hmm..." Harry replied with a sly look, "Someone came to me to discuss, if you want to give up the famous dog and change it to a pet or something..."

"...Do you have a pet? Hedwig?" Sirius thought seriously.

"However, I do need your help," Harry said seriously, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "I'm going to schedule the meeting for Friday. Black, can I ask you to stay with Remus that day? Can't stay at the Potter Manor. I will Inform Potter that you can't trade with him on Friday either."

Sirius frowned, "You want me to avoid little Harry? Is it because of danger? Then I don't plan to leave even one step. It's impossible to let you alone."

"I don't think it's dangerous. It's just my invitee. He's a little... introverted and sensitive? It's not suitable to meet you. I think you don't get along well with him."

Sirius had a flash in mind of a glib wizard who was second only to Severus Snape in his list of nausea.The wizard who had only seen him once looked like a disciple, and he was not clean with Harry's hands and feet, both openly and secretly, in front of his godfather.

"I won't allow it!" Sirius said sternly, "I will never let you spend the night alone!"

Harry was taken aback, "Why are we staying overnight?"

After pacifying Sirius' unexplained anger, Harry gave some serious instructions, hoping that the other party would not return to the Potter Manor until he was notified - for this reason, Harry had to promise Sirius that he would try his best to end the conversation before dinner.

He had also informed Potter during the exchange that he might not be able to come out to breathe on Friday. Potter embarrassingly understood, and declined Harry's offer to let him out a little longer on Thursday. Harry 'lend' his body to him, but temporarily stopped for a while due to personal matters, Potter really didn't think he was qualified to ask Harry to offer 'compensation'.

Meanwhile, Potter and Sirius thought of the same possible visitor, and those purple eyes that seemed familiar but made him uncomfortable.

Harry hung his head, fondling the black ring on his wrist.

The gorgeous platinum-gold bordered letter paper was kept in his hands, and he could only vaguely see the visiting inquiries and cursive signatures underneath.

'Anyway, he was one of the decisive factors in this war...' Harry threw the letter into a drawer and put a protective spell on it, 'Lucius Malfoy. '

Potter opened his eyes dazedly, sleepy and confused, not sure what was going on.Why is he sleeping...?

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, today is Friday.So now it's time to ask why he woke up. Potter thought.

"—Permit me . . . Mr. Seibal Barniz, are you all right?"

Potter knew only a few such flamboyant and irritating aristocratic accents.And this voice was definitely the one he hated the most.

Potter found himself like a manipulative puppet, completely out of control, looked up, and saw Lucius Malfoy's face with a cold smirk.

How is this going? !How could he be at the Potter Manor? Potter suspected he was hallucinating what he was seeing.However, Potter Manor was only reopened this year, if it was Voldemort's vision, he couldn't possibly know what Potter Manor looked like.By chance, he caught a glimpse of the familiar parchment scroll neatly rolled up and placed in the corner—it was his unfinished homework yesterday.

It's all...really?

Potter felt the strange sense of control again, and said involuntarily, "Thank you for your concern..." The ending was drawn out and curled at the end, in a very aristocratic tone.

Even though the voice was unfamiliar and slightly depressed, it was clearly...Harry? !

The person Harry was going to meet was Lucius Malfoy?Famous Death Eaters? !

Potter was startled, too flustered to think.It was unacceptable, and all that emerged in my heart was panic and a strong sense of rejection.

He forced himself to be still, ordered himself to watch quietly, no matter why he suddenly 'woke up' at Harry's time, why Harry didn't notice... maybe the truth was not what he thought.

But the unease in Potter's heart made him feel like a child who woke up in the middle of the night and trembled in fear at the crack of the door, so angry and helpless.You can only watch everything happen with bated breath.