magic sacrifice

When Harry woke up with a splitting headache, he almost thought Voldemort had played another mind-visiting game with him, and for a moment his mind was filled with chaos and blankness - until he saw the wizards sleeping in their arms.

"...you're awake, Scarhead?" Draco said gloomily, turning his head, looking especially like an orthodox Slytherin this time.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked uncertainly, stepping on the rustling grass, looking carefully at the wizards who seemed to be sleeping not far away. "Who are they?" he asked curiously.

Draco slowly revealed a contorted face.

"It's your dear Professor Dumbledore," he said in a high-pitched voice, like a choked turkey, "and Gellert Grindelwald, Potter, you should really be sorry for what you forgot!"

Harry was taken aback by him, and then he pushed the other side violently, and the two of them fell on the grass at the same time, a red light barely brushed past where they were just now, and a small piece of lush green grass was instantly burnt into flames. ashes.

"The response is good," a lazy voice commented, and Draco's face instantly turned pale from fright, as if he was being strangled by the neck. "Do you remember?" Grindelwald asked with interest, his blue eyes were on him, as if he would be dissected in the next second.

"—That's how you confessed, by threatening the students?"

Dumbledore sighed long, and pressed his slender and powerful hand on Grindelwald's wand silently.This saved two little wizards who were in a serious danger zone.

Grindelwald finally looked away.

"Not bragging," he said, pulling him up naturally, and glancing at the shivering boy again, "It's been a century of news for me that the Oblivion Curse has expired. Albus, one of your students One special."

"It seems that you have really realized the true meaning that everyone is special," Dumbledore said conservatively, and soon couldn't help smiling. "Don't forget that almost everyone in the British magical world is my student."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked hesitantly, his green eyes bewildered yet suddenly enlightened.

"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore responded mildly. In the soft facial lines, the eyes full of penetrating but enough to smooth everything finally made the boy feel familiar. He stared at the young and handsome headmaster, suddenly flushed.

"what happened?"

"Pretty." The boy blurted out.

Draco's face turned from pale to ashen.

"Stay away from me," he said in a low voice, moving away a few steps, maintaining a dead expression on his face, "don't say I know you, Potter."

"What?" Harry asked reflexively, and quickly jumped up. He quickly followed the eyes that made him feel hot and painful. The blond Dark Lord was twirling his wand and staring at him. The dagger gouged out the flesh.

Harry noticed with bewilderment that Dumbledore had somehow grabbed Grindelwald's wand-holding arm and was smiling at him calmly, with Malfoy rolling his eyes slowly by his side, pretending to be himself. It's a statue.

Can't someone explain to him what happened before?

"Excuse me," Harry took a step back vigilantly, avoiding the piercing gaze on him, and turned urgently to Dumbledore, "Professor—may I ask who he is?"

Dumbledore withdrew his hand calmly (someone just took advantage of the backhand and grabbed it tightly), and nodded gently again.

"Of course," he said, hesitating for almost two seconds, and then in a tone that was mild enough, "I think you have a right to know his name, in view of the deeds that the Secretary of Home Affairs probably has come up with—Keep Calm , Harry Gellert Grindelwald, that's his name."

Harry stared at him.

"Did I just..." he said in a tone completely devoid of emotion, "heard Grindelwald's name?"

"I think so." Dumbledore sighed for a long time, "Harry, I'm sorry you don't remember what happened before, we fell into an accidental trap together, a magic sacrifice, he—Grindel Waugh was a great help."

Harry fell silent.

Dumbledore's penetrating blue eyes had a flash of worry in the depths. The wind blew through his waist-length curly hair. Grindelwald suddenly reached out and caught a strand of it, carelessly wrapping it around his slender fingers a few times. The circle slowly loosened again.

A contemptuous but indifferent voice sounded at the same time: "I can't be more sorry to break the illusions of your dear students, Albus. However, there is an interesting conjecture..." He stopped silently in front of little Malfoy, The latter trembled visibly and did not dare to look up.Under the flying blond hair, the former Dark Lord and Lord of Europe maintained an extremely oppressive silence for two seconds.

"After we left the sacrificial circle," he asked casually, even with a smile on his face, "what else did you hear that shouldn't be heard?"

Draco was shaking all over.

He heard the whole process of making love between the first-generation Dark Lord and the world's greatest white wizard, who were more than two hundred years old.

Can he say it? !

For Merlin's sake, what if he lied to a Dark Lord who had just killed Voldemort or simply didn't answer questions?

Draco Malfoy's 14 years of life had never been so bleak.

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No change tomorrow.

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