HP, don't come here

51,

Ron scratched his head: "I think there may have been some misfortunes on the way this looking glass was sent over. We can send it to Hogsmeade for repair."

Hermione glanced at Ron helplessly: "Let me tell you, Ron, you really shouldn't let poor Errol deliver it for you. He's already for the old man."

Before Ron could refute, Draco said sarcastically, "Yes, I think it's not a problem for you to move your legs and run from Egypt to the Leaky Cauldron."

Several people chatted for a while, Draco got up and decided to leave, after all, he still needed to go back to Slytherin's compartment.

Before they left, they were talking about the murderer who had escaped from Azkaban, Sirius Black.

Goodness knows you'll just pop a whole chocolate frog in your mouth after hearing that name so you can keep chewing instead of talking to them about this horrible murderer.

Draco stared blankly at you, you were in a daze while thinking.

How much fun it would be if Harry knew that this horrible murderer who was coming to "kill him" was the one his beloved Dumbledore had asked her to help rescue.

Of course, this group of people would not have thought that the horrible murderer they were talking about was just a poor, skinny black dog paddling hard in the sea.

Although Dumbledore didn't ask you to keep this matter a secret, you still chose to keep your mouth shut.

You have no obligation or right to speak up for any of them.

Like when you read the Daily Prophet at Malfoy Manor with Sirius Black's escape.

Your eyes only stayed on Sirius' face for two more seconds, and Lucius' eyes full of brilliance looked at you.

"Miss Dumbledore has any impression of this, the murderer?"

You met his gaze and smiled slyly: "No, but he's really handsome, isn't he?"

Lucius frowned almost subconsciously, and then immediately changed back to his usual appearance. He gently touched his snake-headed scepter.

"Miss Dumbledore means... this Mr. Sirius Black is not bad?"

You squinted your eyes: "Obviously, Mr. Malfoy."

You haven't figured out why Lucius is repeating what you said.

"Really?" Draco stood behind you and looked at you resentfully.

Pinch mother, it's not interesting, you think.

You reached out to hold the hand of the blond boy, and you walked quietly to the front of the train.

Like every moment you spent together at Malfoy Manor (Lucius: under my nose!!!).

52,

The speed of the train gradually slowed down, but you knew that the Hogwarts Express hadn't even arrived at the school in such a short time.

Draco frowned, feeling abnormal: "I don't think it's time for the train to stop yet."

He squeezed your hand tightly, quickened his pace and led you to the front of the car.

But the lights were getting dimmer, the train was getting slower and slower, and the sound of the wheels turning gradually disappeared, only the sound of wind and rain hitting the windows gradually increased.

Draco frowned more and more, the train was about to stop, he immediately opened the door of a carriage and pulled you in.

This compartment happened to be empty.

The moment the carriage door closed, all the lights on the train went out instantly.The train also stopped, and the sound of luggage falling from the luggage rack could be heard.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on." The moment darkness fell, Draco held you in his arms and cursed in a low voice.

You are amazed, after all, you never imagined that someone will hold you in their arms.

There was a creaking sound in the darkness, the windows began to freeze, frost slowly bloomed on the car windows, and dark shadows flashed outside the blurred car windows.

The air chilled almost the instant the shadow passed the window.

A strange feeling came up.

You reached out to touch the door of the carriage, the black figure was stealing through the glass on the carriage door to look in, the carriage door trembled, Draco yanked to protect you behind him.

The tall figure in the black cloak sprinted in and bumped into him, and Draco could see ugly gray hands beneath his robes.

He couldn't think of any spells other than closing his eyes.

His whole body was wet and cold, and countless strange pictures and sounds flashed in his mind.

He saw a strange green light, saw the despair in his mother's eyes, saw his father shivering and curled up on the ground, he saw a mirror, and looked at himself with tears in the mirror.

A whimper rose gradually, mixed with a piercing scream of pain, and a heavy sigh.

The last time he saw Dumbledore, he looked at him lovingly, but he couldn't help shaking, sad and overwhelmed.

Opening his eyes again, he saw the girl with silver-white hair, holding a magic wand in her hand, following the white mist at the tip of the magic wand, a huge beautiful and elegant unicorn with soft light was crouching on the ground gently Rubbed his hand lightly.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I don't know who it is.

Then he fell into a warm embrace, and a reassuring woody fragrance embraced him.