HP leap time

"I'm supposed to gather at the Black Lake now and watch the Triwizard Tournament, oh no, the second event of the Four-wizard Tournament..." Pansy reached out and brushed the black hair hanging down her cheeks behind her ears. "I heard that the warriors will go into the water to rescue their most precious things from the mermaids."

"Of course," Pansy continued. "I don't care if I look at it or not."

Pansy raised her head again and looked at the boy opposite. The early spring season was still heavy and cold. With just one movement of her head up, she felt the biting cold slipping in from her collar.

"It's windy outside, I understand you don't want to go out." Pansy shrugged. "But you are a warrior..."

"Don't change the subject, Pansy." Harry continued to block the exit of the corridor that led to the infirmary, where Draco lay. "I can see how bad his state is during this period... So what happened?"

"As you know, he stumbled into the black lake yesterday and almost drowned..." Pansy said.

"You know that's not what I'm asking." Harry bit his lower lip, and stretched out an arm to stop the girl who was trying to escape. "Since Christmas, he has been wrong. His face is always pale and ugly. Sometimes I even feel that he is avoiding me... and now he is slipping or something. This is not normal..."

"Actually." Pansy frowned, stepped back and hugged her chest. "Do you know that your behavior is very ungentlemanly, Mr. Potter?"

"You must know something." Harry roguely blocked the door. "Anyway, I don't care about the game."

"Hehe." Pansy said indifferently. "I don't care either."

After a moment of silence, Harry was still discouraged.

"I just... just wanted to find out why." He looked down like a errant kid. "It's been so long, I feel, it feels like I've grown further away from him, and I don't know what's wrong with it. I'm just trying to figure it out, and it's annoying."

"I don't think there's anything strange about it." Pansy raised the corners of her lips and poked her head over. "Draco is not a good person in the first place, and it's not against harmony to do something like empathy."

"What did you say?" Harry looked up.

"The period of love burnout." Pan Xi shrugged clearly. "Probably starting to find you unattractive."

"Oh no." Harry resisted the urge to hug his head. "I don't have time to joke with you."

"You finally realized that there is no time?" Pansy raised his hand to look at the non-existent watch, and then put on an exaggerated expression. "Oops, you're 3 minutes late for the game!"

"If you really don't want to tell me anything..." Harry finally stepped aside in a compromise.

Pansy smiled, took a few steps forward, licked her lips and turned around.

"No one will ever know why, Potter." She tilted her head. "He didn't tell me, nor Blaise, or Goyle and Crabbe... His relationship with us is not as intimate as you and Granger. If he doesn't talk, we won't go Get to the bottom of it."

"So trying to find a reason from us is better than trying to win his trust." Pan Xi smiled sarcastically. "Actually, I thought he believed you quite a bit at first, but he didn't tell you anything?"

Harry scratched his head in silence.

He shook his head again and said. "He didn't say anything."

"Well." Pansy wrapped the silver-green scarf on her arm round and round her neck. "I'm probably going to watch the Triwizard Tournament, bye."

"Aren't you friends?" Harry continued to ask unwillingly. "Is this how you treat your friends? With such indifference?"

Pan Xi's footsteps stopped, and she turned her head with an indifferent expression.

"Listen, Harry Potter. I don't have the right to interfere in everything he does." The corners of her eyes twitched, her voice paused and she continued word by word.

"You have no right to interfere with my affairs."

Draco stood on the grass, the soft wind carried a hint of the sweet smell of bread, and the moonlight blurred the outline of the castle.

Standing alone under a tree with intertwined branches, the shadow of the tree whirled, as if waiting for someone.

Not far away came a boy with black robe and black hair.

"Draco?" The other party greeted stiffly. "You don't look surprised at all?"

Harry?Draco tried to take two steps forward, but was horrified to find that he couldn't move.

"Well, it seems that you really hate the dark." The boy raised his head and looked at the bright moon with his green eyes, and the silver halo bloomed on his face. "A very strange scene, a very strange dream."

Dream?Draco opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, it was indeed a familiar dream, a gentle dream of drowning.

"Do you want to hear me?" the Savior sat down on the grass, his robe piled aside like a rag, and he continued talking to himself. "Of course you'll listen..."

"The wind here is very warm." He blinked his eyes and rubbed his fingers a little uneasy.

Draco looked at him intently, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"The moonlight is very clear." He smiled suddenly, and his green eyes instantly turned into two clear pools.

"I love so much……"

Harry stood up and approached him, step by step, getting closer...

The wind is getting colder and colder, the leaves are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the biting cold is rolling in with heavy snow...

Three steps, Draco trembled, Harry took three steps towards him, from summer to winter.

Fear seeps from the blood into the bones like bone-eating maggots, and all the heartbeats and nostalgia are buried by a thick layer of ice and snow.

Harry was still walking towards him, step by step, the robe on his body slowly changed into a dark green dress, with a strange smile on his familiar face.

No, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't move. Roots seemed to take root under his feet. He felt that he had become a tree covered with icicles, resisting uselessly in the cold night when the moonlight was swallowed.

The man took a few more steps, then raised his head and stared at him with those unfamiliar scarlet pupils.

It's like staring at a dying person.

"Do you... want him to die?"

"No!"

Draco opened his eyes abruptly, sweating profusely.

He took two deep breaths, and the things in front of him slowly became clear.

White gauze curtains, white sheets, and the breath of ice and snow outside the window slowly permeated the entire room.

This is the Hogwarts Infirmary.

No... Draco hugged his head and wrinkled his face in pain, slid down and buried himself in the sheets.

Another damn nightmare!

Hearing the rapid to steady breathing in his ear, Draco slowly pulled back the quilt to expose his face, then sat up silently.

What should he do?

He can't do anything.

Draco looked at the nearly melted white snow outside the window, and couldn't help but think back to the reply letter he received a few days ago when he told his parents everything. There was only a simple sentence in that letter.

[Do as he says, Draco. 〕

As he vaguely realized, this world is no longer simple, the Dark Lord is not dead, and his parents will soon choose to be right.

Something started to move in the darkness...

"Do you want him to die?" The nightmarish voice lingered in my ears with a biting chill, and it lingered for a long time.

No, of course not... Draco thought of the confident black-haired boy, how could you die?

But what can he do?Trust that guy?Will nothing happen to Harry if he does what he says?

He dare not gamble...

But everyone is pushing him, what can he do!?

Why did you find him...why did you find him...

Draco rolled over, his body shaking violently in the cold early spring.

"Draco..." A voice came from the side. "you're awake?"

Harry opened the veil and walked in, with a smell of dampness. Draco looked at him with half of his eyes, and his eyes stayed on his half-dried robes.

"I just got into the water." Harry spread his hands so that the other party could see the yellow-green moss hanging on his robe. "You know it's a game..."

"But I brought my wand so I didn't almost die in the lake like you did."

"So, I'm really curious how you feel about being a pure-blood wizard who almost drowned in a lake."

"I remember I explained." Draco's voice was muffled under the covers.

"Your explanation doesn't hold, Draco," Harry said. "Stumble...are you walking on ice?"

"Perhaps so."

"Go away, Malfoy, the Black Lake doesn't freeze at all."

Draco buried his head in the blanket impatiently.

"You were looking for something... the night before the game." Harry bit his lip. "The most precious thing for warriors..."

"What do you mean Potter?" came a sullen voice, and Draco didn't dare to move under the quilt, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Well, I'm just guessing." Harry grimaced in fear, then muttered again. "Anyway, you are quite capable now, don't tell me anything..."

"You know, I thought that when I went down into the water, I would see you tied to a white stone pillar with a moss-covered rope, and an ugly mermaid wandering around you with a fork... After all, you usually look for treasures from Lover, right? Krum's treasure is Hermione, Cedric's treasure is Cho, and Fleur's treasure is sister Gabriel..." Harry started laughing heartlessly again. "But you had an accident the day before! So my treasure became Ron..."

Doesn't the precious thing of the warriors refer to an item but a person?Draco looked at the boy poking boredly at the sheet with his wand in confusion.

"Really?" Draco hissed. "Fortunately, something happened to me. I can't imagine the scene of surfacing with you in front of the teachers and students of the school with your hair covered in greasy moss..."

"That must be a lovely picture," said Harry.

Unexpectedly, Draco didn't refute anymore, he exposed his whole face from under the quilt, pale blond hair, gray eyes, pale and thin face, and a faint strangeness on that face, that is This faint strangeness made Harry feel terrified, as if something important was missing between them, and the important thing seemed to be too late if he didn't hurry to get it back...

"Will you win?" Draco's voice was hoarse.

"What?" Harry pricked up his ears.

"Champion, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Do you want me to win?" Harry asked back unexpectedly, his voice was as gentle as a fluttering white gauze curtain, and his heart palpitated.

Draco nodded slightly, and his hands hidden under the quilt trembled violently.

"Then I'll win for you!"

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