[HP Twins] Death Brothers

"Do you think George is telling the truth?"

George heard Ron deliberately lower his voice, and he propped his chin to hear Hermione say, "I'm not sure, not to mention he won't tell us why he guessed so." He could even imagine Hermione frowning. frowning and shaking head

Harry nodded in agreement and said, "There's also the matter of Snape, he called him a professor, which is also a bit abnormal."

"Maybe he still hasn't recovered, but promise me, don't provoke him, or do what he says? Hermione, maybe you can go back to Hogwarts and look up the books about the Time-Turner, me and Harry Go to the Ministry of Magic to find information. I don't want to..."

"Don't want George to fall into Fred's memories again?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, he finally got better." Ron nodded.

Hermione heard that Ron had really grown up, and that he cared so much about George, which seemed very attractive to Hermione. This warm-hearted boy, a boy who cared about his family, would definitely love their home in the future, just like now He loves George as much.

Since that war, the defense system of Hogwarts has not been completely repaired. The school, which was only open a few times a semester, was not completely closed to them, a group of war heroes. Germany entered Mogwarts.

Hermione thought about what happened recently, the Death Eaters who appeared in an attempt to capture the Resurrection Stone, the Death Eaters who could reach the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts may not be so safe anymore, maybe they should not rush out of the shadow of the war .Because the Death Eaters at this time were completely hiding in the shadows, but they were so upright that they were exposed in their sight at any time.

The wise Gryffindor witch thought of this, maybe she should really go back to Hogwarts, meet Professor McGonagall, and seek her advice.

"Oh, I forgot, I'm going to patrol Diagon Alley tomorrow. My God! Can't Senard let us do some difficult missions?" Ron complained again at this time.

Hermione's thinking was interrupted, and she stared at Ron with her hips on her hips, "You have to call him Minister Vayne, Ronald Weasley."

Auror Minister: Sennard Wayne

Ron apologized to Hermione in embarrassment, then waved his hand weakly at Harry, muttering, "I'll see Harry tomorrow, I hope Diagon Alley is still as peaceful as it is."

George looked at the door distractedly until he could no longer hear the voices of these people. At this moment, he missed Fred terribly.

***

Diagon Alley has been restored to its original order after reconstruction, and the destroyed buildings have been refurbished. The stone road and the simple decorative cabinets on both sides are so familiar and friendly.It's just that some shops have lost their owners forever, which makes the wizards who pass by inadvertently walk lightly, as if paying homage to the dead.

And Weasley's Magic Wheezes is one of them. The damaged clown at the door and the signboard that was destroyed in the war were repaired by some kind person, but lost its owner. This shop is lifeless, the door is closed, It was so dark inside that I couldn't see anything clearly.This made Harry on patrol sigh softly, and before Ron noticed, he put away his melancholy again.

He raised his head and inspected the surroundings. The little wizards have just entered school for a month, and now there are only some preschool children here, but the children are tightly held by their parents, and the adults still have lingering fears about the war. Those wizards of pure Muggle blood, listen Said that they still dare not go to the streets.At this time, a hooded person hurried past the newly built Gringotts and turned into the end of the alley. There was only one place to go in that direction—Knockturn Alley.

The man caught Harry's attention because of his platinum-blond hair peeking out from under his hood, and his familiar tall, thin frame.Harry followed quietly, while Ron was keeping a wizard away from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes.

Leaving his friend behind, Harry stomped his way to Knockturn Alley, watching the man who might be Draco enter a shop.

"What is he going to do?" Harry thought, frowning, and climbed up to the tall building next door, watching Draco's every move without blinking, for fear of missing something.

The hood was taken off, revealing a head of platinum-blond hair. A man who looked like the shop owner greeted him. The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the shop owner returned to the counter and took out a long and narrow box. He held it in his arms and opened it to Draco.Harry squinted to see that the box contained a wand.

Draco took the wand and waved it lightly, shook his head and handed it back to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper shook his head, said something to Draco, and then took out a longer narrow box, this time In the chest lay a rapier.

a sword?Harry saw Draco weighing the weight of the sword, as if he was thinking. He raised the sword and was carefully inspecting the blade. At this moment, he turned around and met Harry's eyes.

Watched by Draco's gray pupils, Harry immediately climbed down the roof, he seemed like a guilty person, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, he didn't know why he ran away, he was an Auror, he suspected Draco's behavior Suspicious, what's wrong with that?But he couldn't help but feel that he was running faster and faster, and he wasn't even sure if Draco really saw him?

The next moment he bumped into a person at the corner, and slammed into that person's body hard. The reaction force made him fall backward unconsciously, but the person kindly supported his waist.

Harry's nose touched the delicate silk, and there was a faint smell of cologne, some orange fragrance and some tobacco bitterness. Before Harry had time to think why this smell was familiar, he heard a cold voice sounded from above his head.

"If the Order of the Phoenix saw their hero hugging a Death Eater in Knockturn Alley, you might be stripped of the title of leader."

Draco's tone was so ironic that Harry couldn't help but push him away.

Harry Potter, the hero of the war, the well-deserved savior, and the darling of Gryffindor, glared at Draco in front of him with a blank expression.This person no longer had the arrogance of his student days, but he was still standing upright with pride, as if someone had stuck a ruler to his back.Harry still remembered Draco who was lying in a pool of blood in the men's bathroom. His weak and panicked screams were obviously a year ago, but now Draco did not show a trace of cowardice.

After finishing the memory, Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Draco, pointing the tip of the wand at Draco's chin, as if he was about to give him a heavy blow in the next moment, "Shut up your sarcasm, Malfoy. I am not the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, that position will always belong to Dumbledore."

Draco lowered his eyes, with a sneer on his lips: "Mr. Potter, I think you should call me Mr. Malfoy, you and I are no longer classmates at Hogwarts, and you now use my The wand was pointing at me, which was really absurd."

Draco's words seemed to erect a high wall between the two of them, and Harry took a step back, putting away the hawthorn wand.

"Why did you go to Knockturn Alley?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you see it all? Lying on the roof, just like that time." Draco sarcastically again.

Harry glared at him, accusingly, like he was the one who did the wrong thing, but Draco was the one who did it, he joined the Death Eaters, he betrayed Dumbledore.

A voice denied again: "Come on, Draco wasn't on Dumbledore's side in the first place, let alone he saved your life at Malfoy Manor."

"Mr. Potter, you don't need to be grateful to me. At that time, I was just forced to save you because I didn't put all my eggs in one basket."

Harry's expression seemed to say, how do you know what I'm thinking.

Draco looked directly at him, "Don't you always pay more attention to your enemies than your friends?"

Harry couldn't remember how to get back to Diagon Alley, and by this time Ron was going crazy.Seeing Harry's appearance, he hurried over.

"Where are you going? I'm really worried you're in some danger," Ron asked.

"Not going anywhere. Oh, it's time for us to change shifts, how about a drink?" Harry said vaguely, avoiding Ron's gaze, his heart still beating still.

Ron rejected Harry's proposal, "I want to go to the Ministry of Magic to find information about the Time Converter."

"Let me help you too." Harry thought of George and agreed to help.

"No, you don't look good." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. "Although you don't want to tell me what happened just now, I think you need to go back and get some sleep. Stop drinking, you know, Senard doesn't like drinking Aurors."

Harry looked at the back of Ron leaving, somehow thinking of Draco just now.Seen from behind, Draco's platinum-blond hair seemed to have faded a lot, and it was almost white, just like a head of white hair at a young age.

He touched the wand at his waist, as if feeling his touch, a warm current flowed across his fingertips.

In the end Harry was still drunk, and he lived alone at 12 Grimmauld Place, where there was no one but old Kreacher, and he was never used to being alone, and it reminded him of a lot of dead people.He missed the Gryffindor towers, the crowded dormitories, even Ron's snoring.

There was a crackling sound, and an old house-elf appeared in the aisle. In addition to being older than ordinary house-elves, he scratched a locket on his chest. The proof that Les died for justice, Kreacher did not serve Harry Potter from the beginning, it was after Harry gave him this locket that he was willing to serve Harry as his master from the bottom of his heart, So while Harry was throwing up a big puddle on the floor at this point, he wasn't nagging as much as he used to.

And Harry, who was being supported, muttered: "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

After the old Kreacher helped Harry back to the room, he came to Malfoy Manor. Draco was Narcissa's son and also had Black's blood. The sudden appearance of the old Kreacher did not surprise Draco very much.

"Master Cousin Malfoy, little master Harry has been calling your name."

Draco looked into old Kreacher's cloudy eyes, "Oh? Are you begging me to go to Black's old house?"

Old Kreacher bent down humbly, "It's all Kreacher's fault! Little Master Harry seems to be in pain, please go and see him."

When Draco came from the fireplace to 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry had already fallen asleep on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, hugged the quilt tightly in his hands, and screamed from time to time Draco's name, this looks really like a man in love.

Draco thought sarcastically, closed the door, he approached the bed, took off Harry's glasses, the face under the glasses was soft, but his brows were furrowed, and he was still shouting Draco's name.

"Shh, don't call me by my name, I'm here." Draco said this, and tapped his finger on Harry's mouth.

When touching his soft lips, Draco immediately withdrew his hand, "I should have done this earlier, all for the glory of Malfoy."

The next day, after Harry woke up, he had a thought repeatedly in his mind - he must go to Malfoy Manor no matter what.But he didn't know that it was just the beginning of a conspiracy.

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