The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

He hadn't opened the door, hadn't seen Draco.What about his life?

His heart told him that it was completely different.Maybe they will raise their wands and stand against each other in a few years later, just like in the past few years, facing each other.

When he met Dumbledore, he understood that he could only live for the wizarding world, but his heart was empty.Dumbledore could only make him look up.When he met Severus, he thought maybe he could live for him, full of heart.But they hated and slandered each other, hurt and deviated from each other.

He can only see emerald green eyes under yours, he said to himself.Those almond-shaped emerald green eyes, like your mother Lily's.They have known each other since childhood and have been together for many years.If it wasn't for your father's appearance, perhaps, Severus would have become your father.

The piecemeal information he collected shocked him, but it was even more painful.

He said to Draco: What on earth are you trying to say?

Pulling you into Malfoy's side against Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Draco's answer was unexpectedly simple and straightforward, he took two steps back in surprise, and quickly raised the wand in his hand to him.

Are you joking!

Malfoy never fought an uncertain battle.

Draco sneered and removed his wand. It was silent and wandless magic. He turned around against the moonlight and suddenly became strong.

Harry, let's talk, just tonight, let go of your pretense, and mine, of course.

His finger pointed to the door Harry had just entered,

After going out of that door, each of you should be yourself, the original, do you understand?

He wanted to say, I don't understand, but he suppressed his voice in Draco's backlit sight.let me see and see what you can saySee how many chips you have to impress me.

Harry, you're in love with him.my godfather.

Your eyes are no longer deceiving. Are you overwhelmed by the painful and struggling feelings?

Do you think he loves your mother, you think he protects you because of your mother?

Or, just to protect you under Dumbledore's pressure?

Harry, do you hate your green eyes?They are beautiful, like green cat's eye gemstones.

However, Harry, my godfather fell in love with a child he protected, a child he had to take under his wing at first, from disgust to careful attention.

Do you feel it?He is different to you.

Ten years ago, he betrayed the Dark Lord for your mother.Ten years later, he served under Dumbledore for you.His life is tied to you mother and son, Harry, he has taken his own life for you, and he is dying.

Do you know the double oppression of the Dark Lord and Dumbledore?

What was he thinking at that time?Maybe it was shock, or the embarrassment of being guessed by others, but he didn't say anything because he couldn't find anything to refute.How could he not know about Severus, but he still felt unparalleled pain just being brought up like this by others.

Draco's voice changed abruptly, and his calm, declarative tone began to deepen.He pointed to the dirty black top hat in the corner of the room and said, Harry, do you want to hear what the Sorting Hat wants to say to you?Its gaping mouth gave a little hiss, and it landed on top of Draco's head, guided by Draco's wand.Harry doesn't quite remember what the Sorting Hat said.

But, it's a magic item left by the Big Four at Hogwarts, isn't it?It's the closest to Dumbledore isn't it?It's the most loyal to Hogwarts isn't it?So how credible is it?

Draco looked at him and said, if that's not enough, Harry, do you need to come with me to see some things that time has buried?But, Harry, are you ready?

What did he see?

Because he accidentally killed his sister Ariana, but pushed everything on his lover Grindelwald, so as to escape the punishment in his heart.The threatened Sorting Hat was sent to Sirius in Gryffindor for a plot to divide the pure-blooded Black.Because they doubted Dumbledore's creed, the old Potter and his wife were killed by an accident that could not have happened during the mission, so as to dispel all unfavorable factors for themselves.

Harry watched all this in shock in the memory of the Pensieve, and Draco pulled him through one changing scene after another.He hardly had the strength to maintain a standing posture, and he sat down several times with weakness all over his body.

In the last memory scene, he and Draco looked coldly at Dumbledore standing outside the brightly lit house, watching him coldly watch Voldemort pass through the so-called infallible protection net set up by the Order of the Phoenix but remain indifferent.Soon, he heard the roar of the man before he died, he heard the scream of the woman, and the cry of the child.He wanted to rush up and beat his compassionate and loving face.Just like that, he deceived everyone.

Why!Why!Why do you!Why!He remembered that when he looked at the house that had collapsed into almost ruins, the grief and hatred in his heart almost overwhelmed him.However, that was just a memory, and he could only be a bystander to watch all this.Watching Dumbledore leave the house indifferently after Voldemort entered the house.

Draco stood beside him, and the night couldn't stop his eyes shining under the starlight.It was full of pity that he couldn't face or bear.

He said: "Harry, my mother died the same way.Or, Dumbledore had expected me and my mother to die together.But I survived, and from that day on he never had the chance to kill me again.

What about you who already know all this?

He was silent in the starlight that night, and his life was off track from the very beginning.He couldn't control all of this, and it used to be the most terrifying and indifferent thing to him.how about you?He knew what Draco meant, whether to jump out of the swamp that was getting deeper and deeper.Let fate go its own way.

He turned his head and moved his eyes from the ruins in front of him to Draco's face and said: Draco, you convinced me.

Dumbledore would later learn that the biggest mistake of his life was hiding his memory bottle hundreds of feet underground in London.The ridiculous thing is that he would rather believe in the abilities of goblins than himself.But that's exactly what gave you the chance to convince me.

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35. Christmas...

Joan followed Lucius back to Malfoy Manor.

She hesitated for a moment, but Teacher Angel handed her a handwritten letter from Grandma Aili.Let her go to Malfoy Manor with peace of mind, without any embarrassment.Regardless, they love her.All this has long been in their expectation.Or, this trip to Europe was originally their arrangement.

Lucius put Joan down from his arms in the garden in front of the manor, and Joan let go of his arms around his neck following his movements.

Welcome the little master home, the master home.

The house elves stood neatly in two rows in front of her, and Kaka and Dobby stood at the front, bending deeply.The long, pointed nose almost touched the carpet.

Joan stood beside her father in the garden, looking around the entire garden.Even in winter, the manor is as mild as spring.The garden was full of tulips, yellow, red, white, pink, layer upon layer. She looked up at her father and said: The flower language of tulips is fraternity, thoughtfulness, elegance, wealth, ability, and intelligence, just like the Malfoy family.

A dozen or so gorgeous white peacocks walked around with their proud heads held high, but they became extremely docile the moment she approached, and even lowered their lovely heads.They opened their tails regardless of male and female, and even stood in a formation regularly, dancing gracefully.Joan looked at the scene in surprise and joy. They were all sending a message to welcome her.

Joan, welcome home.

Lucius looked at her with relief, his little princess came home.

Joan stood in front of Lucius without moving. Her eyes drifted from the beautiful tail of the peacock smudged with the sun. She saw the sparkling pool not far from her. She saw those beautiful colorful ornamental fish swimming in the pool. leisurely swimming.The stone statue fountain next to the pool approached leisurely in front of the eyes. The female stone statue sitting quietly stretched her fingers towards the pool, with a kind and inclusive smile on her face, and the spring water gushing from her delicate fingertips fell into the pool with a gurgling sound.

The sun pierced through the broken light and shadow scattered all over the ground from among the treetops. She saw a blond woman, that was your mother, and an inexplicable voice in her heart told her.Even though she had never seen her before, she knew that the woman with long blond hair was her mother. She walked slowly on the path in the garden with her hands on her waist and her stomach in her arms.

The light halo in the sun cast on her body from the treetops, she was wearing a lavender skirt and walked towards herself with a faint smile, getting closer and closer.

Joan, muttering silently: Mom.

But also in an instant, the atomized lavender figure that was almost in her tears disappeared.Joan suddenly grabbed Lucius' hand and said, Dad, I saw Mom.Her finger points to the tulips in layers of color, where the flowers are so crowded that the path among the flowers can hardly be seen.she is there.

Lucius squatted down with wet eyes and pulled her into his arms. Joan struggled, she took her hand from him