[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

Qianxue Feixu.

There is only an old-fashioned classical window separating the cold snowy night from the warm and comfortable bedroom. The uncleaned window is densely intertwined with ice marks, forming a unique style of ice flowers.

"Kang, kuang, kuang!" The wind outside the house suddenly picked up violently, beating the glass that was not thick enough to be cracked, and I was wrapped in a quilt, already sweating due to fever, and woke up by the sound, shivering on the bed trembling.

The sound of going upstairs came from outside the door, getting closer and closer from bottom to top.

"It's so hot." I muttered in a daze. Once I woke up, I could no longer ignore the pain of the scorching body temperature still wrapped in the quilt, so I wanted to lift it off.

But as soon as my hands pinched the edge of the quilt, my fingers were exposed, and the door was opened.

"Don't move!" His voice seemed to bring the cold wind outside the window into the room, the corners of the quilt were already tightly tucked up, and before he walked from the door to the bed, I couldn't pull the quilt at all. Still motionless, I was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis.

I don't know how big the room is, I only know that he took big steps, and he reached the edge of the bed almost in the second of the scolding, and pressed hard on the edge of the quilt.

"Are you trying to make your condition worse? Then I shouldn't bother making potions for you. You will die sooner or later anyway." No matter how nice his voice was, he couldn't resist the derogatory meaning of the words, a long string of English words The sarcasm is like a fine needle piercing the drowsy brain.

I didn't think about the meaning of this sentence, but when he helped me tuck the quilt, after feeling the coolness of that hand, I was like a person who was dying of thirst due to lack of water in summer. Ice water, before he pulled his hand back, he quickly stretched out his hands from the glass and grabbed it.

"Don't be noisy..." He was still chattering and teasing me, although my action surprised him, but this person's mouth reacted faster than his body, I couldn't help it, so I had to speak.

"I have a headache."

The last sentence was a heavy blow, and he closed his mouth as I expected, but at the same time, he pulled his hand violently from between my hands, and put my hand back into the quilt roughly. , and then tucked the edge of my quilt inward, wrapping me tighter than before.

Breathing and body heating up at the same time, the edge of the quilt was close to my neck, which made me almost suffocate, I couldn't help grunting a few times in dissatisfaction, and struggled to open my eyes.

Look who is this rude man who is scolding me and hurting me again. He behaves with a British accent but is not gentlemanly at all.

'After I see who this person is, I must scold him well, if I have the strength to speak a whole sentence. '

I planned the plan very well in my heart, but when the humming stopped, I heard a sigh. The sound was very small and fleeting. I was almost not sure if there was a real sigh or if it was just an illusion.Judging and hesitating for a while, I paused for a while, and when I remembered to open my eyes again, a black shadow moved in front of my eyes.

When a cold and comfortable touch came from my forehead slowly, I realized that the black shadow just now was that person's hand, and my burnt brain was also like the coolness and medicinal aroma brought by his hand To clean up, there is no need to open your eyes at all, there is no other possibility for the identity of the man beside you.

'It's Tom...'

'His hands smell so good, like the smell of Professor Snape...'

I couldn't concentrate, and my thoughts were running aimlessly. Within a few seconds, I could identify the types of the medicinal materials on his hands one by one, and came to the conclusion that 'these are all made of antipyretics'.

'Has he been making potions for me just now?Did you go out that trip to buy potions? 'I still can't remember what happened just now, his hand was on my forehead for a long time.

This kind of movement lasted for a while before I gradually woke up, and the experience before falling asleep gradually floated up in my mind.

With the recovery of memory, it was only then that I realized where I was now, and only then did I remember what happened before.

Tom carried me around every street in downtown London until his legs were numb.The snow never stopped, and it even started to rain halfway.

At first, he used a magic wand to cast a warming spell on me, but when I had a fever, the magic spell alone could not guarantee my body temperature. It was not until the rain from the sky fell on my face that he stopped running with stiff legs , took off the black fur cloak on my body and tied it on me.

I can still remember his body temperature inside the cloak. The outside of the cloak was obviously covered with a lot of raindrops and snow, but he hugged me wrapped in the cloak without thinking, as if the school uniform he was wearing was thick enough, Can withstand all the rain does not wet him.

He was running around in a hurry, but no hospital or clinic was open. He took me and Nagini like three headless flies. When I occasionally opened my eyes and looked up from Tom's chest, all I saw were Zhang has a bewildered face.

The lower lip is tightly pressed, the fine rain and snowflakes have already soaked through the short black hair, and the water drops flow down his cheeks to his jaw, then to his chin, and finally drip on my forehead.

That was the last memory I had before I passed out.

"Are you awake?" When I opened my eyes, my eyelashes touched his palm, and he immediately noticed my state.

"Hmm..." I still responded in a low voice, my body was too weak, and even this "um" was brewed for a long time before I managed to squeeze it out.

"You have taken the 'fever reducer' three times, but there is still no relief." He saw that I had opened my eyes although I couldn't speak, so he withdrew his hand and walked to the window with his back to me, talking about my condition, " I can't find out your cause, so I can only grope for medicines, you can't use the 'fever reducer' for the fourth time or there will be side effects, if you have a genetic disease or something else, you must tell me."

He didn't ink any more. He turned around and saw me shaking his head. He got an answer. He sighed again, took out a lot of herbs from his pocket, moved the cauldron on the other side of the room to him with a wave of his wand, and brewed the magic potion in front of me. medicine.

His actions in handling herbs are crisp and neat, coupled with the snow scene behind him, his tall and straight figure, and his handsome face with a focused expression, it is really easy to make people feel good.

Even if I already belonged, I have to admit that this scene is really pleasing to the eye.

A villain, holding you around in the cold snow, hastily forgot the most basic magic, but the reason is only worrying about your illness.

Especially the villain looks quite handsome.

It's a pity that I am seriously ill and can't have any charming feelings. At most, I just imagined that the crucible should be behind me when I boiled the three bottles of "fever reducer" just now, so I moved to the window at this time...

'Is it for me to see him, for my peace of mind? '

Since the object of the fantasy was the famous Mr. Dark Lord, such a simple idea stayed in my mind for only two seconds before it was swept away by me.

Nonsense, rambunctious, blind thinking.

I fell asleep again while he was making the potion for me.

Compared with the sleep that was almost fainting before, this time from falling asleep to waking up was not particularly stable.During this period, I woke up in a daze several times, it seems that he touched the cauldron, it seemed that he took the wand and used the 'cooling spell' on me several times to cool me down, and it seemed that he threw Nagini at my window Hold my hand against mine to make me as comfortable as possible.

Each time the sound was actually not loud, but the sleep was extremely light, and he was constantly awakened by various small sounds.

Until he boiled the pot of potion thoroughly, bottled it and checked the liquid sediment against the light from the window, and gently 'lifted' me from the bed.

The movements were extremely gentle, and he even slowed down his breathing rate. When I was half awake to awake, I thought he was holding his breath.

Being considerate is completely different from the rude man who pushed my hands back into the quilt when I entered the door just now.

"You don't hold grudges against me?" I used his strength to lean firmly in front of the two folded pillows that were conjured up, and asked curiously.

And when I opened my mouth, I was taken aback by myself.

His voice was like a gong that had been split open, and it was extremely unpleasant. It took him a long time to understand what I was talking about, and he gave me a vicious look.

"I hate you, I wish I could kill you, but now..." His strength suddenly increased, his breathing became heavy, and his cautious expression and movements were completely withdrawn.Restored Tom when he just walked in the door before, I could feel that he was terribly angry, but he suppressed the anger in his heart because of my patient's face.

Tom put the medicine on my lips roughly, and threatened me viciously: "Take the medicine."

'Is his tenderness only revealed when I'm unconscious? 'With such an unrealistic fantasy, I swallowed the yellow-green potion in his hand in one go.

He didn't ask him what kind of potion it was, and he didn't guess whether such a color would be poisonous.

I don’t know when I let go of my guard against Tom, and I didn’t even realize it. It’s good to just keep my nose clear and not smell. Can't even recall the taste.

Sweet or bitter?I can't feel it.

After swallowing a few more sips of water on his hand, I licked my chapped lips and fell asleep again irresistibly, as if I had taken a sleeping pill that took effect immediately. This time my sleep was no longer as shallow as before. It is easy to disturb, but it is similar to the time when he passed out in Tom's arms.

As soon as the back of his head sank, he lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness again, I was not in the room that was said to be left by Tom's father.

Or, more than that.

My consciousness seemed to suddenly appreciate the ability to switch back and forth. One second I saw Draco in the main world, and the next second I found myself in a hut with a strong smell of potions.

Draco returned to school after parting with me from Voldemort, standing in front of the sofa in the Slytherin lounge clutching his wand, the silver and green tapestry behind him, magic kindling an unquenchable flame Printed his figure on the tapestry.

He looked very lonely and very miserable.

Draco...

I opened my mouth to call him, but just opened my mouth, and the scene in front of me suddenly seemed to be sucked into a vortex, and disappeared quickly, and all the surrounding furnishings were changed in the blink of an eye.

It's not a Slytherin lounge. There are no tapestries or fireplaces. Instead, it's just a secret room surrounded by wooden drawers. I can smell the smell in the room. It's medicinal materials. I've never smelled or seen anything, but the smell is [-]% similar to Professor Snape's storage room.

So I'm pretty sure it's a potions storage room.

And the center of the potion storage room turned out to be Tom? !He was talking head to head with a man who was bent over and looked very obscene, judging from his frowning brows and lips that were pursed and parted from time to time, it seemed that he was discussing something.

And he had the upper hand, that's why he was so unhappy.

And he should also be asking for the man opposite, so even though his hand was clenched into a fist and his veins burst out, he didn't take out the wand in his pocket.

'strangeness……'

It's normal for Draco to appear in my dreams, and I'm worried about him, especially if he will be traumatized by being cast out by Voldemort.

But how could Tom appear in my dream?And it's still such a scene that I never thought of. I haven't even seen this pharmacy in any books or newspapers.

And what exactly did Tom ask of the other party to be so low profile, he didn't even dare to take out his wand, for fear that he would solve the other party if he couldn't control it.

This is completely out of character for the Dark Lord.

Before I had time to think more, when I saw him reach out and pick up the quill pen on the table to write on the parchment, I just moved my eyes there, and this dream was also absorbed into the vortex. His eyes were staring sorely, and the appearance of things being extracted around him was too bizarre.

I persisted for a while and then immediately closed my eyes. The blinking speed was less than one-tenth of a second. When I opened it again, the scene that had been changed for a long time was replaced in an instant.

The surrounding furnishings changed again, and this time I seemed to be dreaming back to the main world, because this time I was not only in the principal's office, but also saw Draco in the principal's office.

He was talking to Dumbledore, both of them very serious.

But this dream seems to be developing towards a strange place. Not only Draco is in the principal's room, but even the Gryffindor trio are there. The three of them are not as far away from Draco as before. This time they are side by side. Standing behind Draco.

Harry even patted Draco on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

Even though I couldn't hear what they were saying, the way Harry moved, and Draco didn't slap his hands away, the back and forth interaction was incredible enough.

I can't help but want to call out 'Merlin's beard', what a nonsense dream, is it that I usually want them to reconcile too much, so I have such a funny dream?

Draco!

This time I want to try to call him again, I want to join this dream, even though this development makes me feel unbelievable to the point of being funny, but I have to admit that this is indeed a scene I have been looking forward to happening.

But the same as the previous time, when I opened my mouth again, the scene in front of me changed immediately, and a vortex appeared behind them, dragging the five people into the vortex non-stop.

"De..." I stretched out my hand, and this time I tried my best to shout, but I couldn't help but close my eyes because the scene was too dazzling.

Although there was no sound, the moment I closed my eyes, I knew that my position had changed again.

Just by feeling.

……

I slowly opened my eyes, and it seemed that I was back in 1941. It was not the potion storage room in front of me, but it was still Tom who looked like a fifth grader.

He put his hands behind his back with a sullen face, looked ahead with calm eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and stood there firmly.His eyes are beautiful, no matter what time I am afraid to meet his eyes.

Because, although I don't want to admit it, or even mention it, somewhere in my heart I always have a vague feeling that as long as I look at those black eyes for more than three seconds, I will suck them in.

But this time it was in a dream, and I could finally watch his eyes quietly without any grievances or worries.

I stared at those eyes for a long time, and after about ten seconds, I discovered that those eyes were not emotionless. Even though he generally looked calm, those eyes were rich in content. emotion.

Like this time.

There is hesitation, struggle, and resistance in his eyes...

Emotions change quickly, and it's not easy to catch, or rather hard to catch.

He seemed to have thought of someone, his expression froze for a moment, and after a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, Tom seemed to have made a certain decision without words.There was no longer hesitation in his eyes, and there was a bit of murderous intent in his eyes looking forward.

And in front of him...

It turned out to be the orphanage where he once lived!

This realization shocked me. Is he going to kill someone?

Obviously it was in a dream, and even if he wanted to kill, he was only killing some bad people, but I was inexplicably worried and irritable, too scared.

I wanted to stop him and grab his wand.

It seemed like a voice behind my ear told me: If you don't stop him this time, he'll become the real Voldemort and Tom will die.

My body seemed to be stuck somewhere, and I couldn't move at all, just like I couldn't call out Draco's name just now, my movements seemed to be restricted by some mysterious force.

'Are dreams like this? 'I don't know, after all it's hard to remember everything in a dream once you wake up.

Seeing him approaching the orphanage step by step with his wand in hand, and getting closer and closer to the gate, I became more and more anxious, my heart was beating so fast that I almost jumped out of my throat, and I went to stop his action myself.

Fortunately, fortunately, before my heart jumped out and it was only stuck in my throat, Tom stopped his movements.

When he was one step away from the door, he suddenly froze.

The hand holding the wand seemed to be trembling slightly, and it was far away. In fact, I didn't see his hands and face at all, but I just felt that his expression must be very helpless at this time, and his hands must be trembling .

Inexplicable idea.

Perhaps this is the rumored perspective of God?

This dream was quickly sucked away by the vortex, and I seemed to be caught in a strange circle.

Draco and Tom appear alternately, and the main world and 1941 switch back and forth.

But when I think about it carefully, I have switched scenes in this dream four times, and they seem to have no connection with each other. I don't understand what this dream wants to express to me.

Until the fifth scene appeared, I finally couldn't bear the doubts and guesses that kept popping up in my heart to destroy the atmosphere.

Some problems that have existed for a long time, but I have not dared to think about them.

Which is a dream and which is reality.

I can't seem to tell the difference.

The pain in my body has never stopped since I became conscious, and the back of my head seems to be pulled by my hair, and it keeps falling down. Such a real touch makes me not only start to doubt, am I really dreaming? 1941 is a dream?Draco is a dream?

Even if my brain has been burned by the high temperature, I will never forget what the system said: it is impossible for the player to fall asleep and get rest before completing all the tasks.

There's no way this could be wrong.

He pressed his hands on the edge of the porcelain basin in the bathroom, and the mirror in front of him, half covered with dirt, reflected his face vaguely

This is Draco in the fifth dream, and his attire is even different from the previous two. Here, his hair is much shorter, and he is not wearing a school uniform, but a white shirt and a black tie.

I don't know if it's because of the mirror or because he is really not in good condition, his whole face is bloodless, and the only redness is the bloodshot in the white of the eyes.

He seemed to have just washed his face, there were drops of water on his face, and the corners of his eyes...

A drop of water fell from the corner of the eye in vain? !

'Draco actually cried? 'I lost my ability to think when I had such powerful thoughts.

"Draco!" finally blurted out the cry that had failed twice.

And this call seemed to break the dimensional wall between us, and the next second I heard his voice from this supposedly silent dream!

"Who?!" Draco turned around suddenly, the fatigue on his face was swept away, he pointed at me with his wand tightly in his right hand, and asked vigilantly, "Who's there?"

He heard my voice? !

The voice that I have been thinking about for a long time sounded, but a strange thought suddenly came to my heart.

——Could it be that both are real?None of them are dreams?

"Is it you..." Although he couldn't see me, he seemed to have guessed my existence, his face suddenly showed an expression similar to ecstasy, and even his voice was not as steady as before, "Ginny...?"

it's me!

I wanted to answer, but before I could speak, Draco's voice calling my name and Tom calling my name suddenly overlapped.

There was no Tom, but his voice came from the sky, and at the same time, the familiar vortex appeared behind Draco who was waiting for my response.

"Ginny!" Tom's surprised voice said, "Wake up!"

Draco was half swallowed by the vortex.

"I found a way to save you! Don't be afraid!"

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Tom's voice was like the switch of the black vortex, and as soon as his voice fell, Draco's figure was taken away.

"It's me...don't cry..." I couldn't touch Draco with my outstretched hand, so I had to gather my strength to say the last word to him while he was sucked away by the vortex.

I seem to see him crying.

Since he can perceive me, maybe he can really hear me when I yell this time. Since we cannot contact in the main world, even if there is only such a method, as long as he can perceive me, even a little good.

Maybe I can send him some comfort.

But I don't know if Draco heard it. In the next second, I was forcibly pulled out of the 'dream' by some force. When my right hand was pulled, I felt a cold touch, accompanied by warm gas , itching in the palm of my hand.

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying, are you awake?" He spoke urgently but softly, mixed with concern that couldn't be concealed, I opened my eyes following his voice, and what caught my eyes was what Tom hadn't had time to put away in the future Surprised look.

And took my hand and put it on the corner of his lips, tightly against the face, and with the slight movement of shaking my head, my palm brushed all over his left cheek.

'I woke up. 'I opened my mouth to speak, but found that I couldn't make any sound other than making the same mouth shape. At least I didn't hear my own voice, but I was definitely not deaf.Because right after he spoke in a hurry, his voice was very clear, and I could hear every word he uttered, even the slight quiver at the base of his tongue when he paused after words.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry. This is a side effect of the drug. It's just that you can't make a full sound for a short time, but it will be fine in a few days. As long as your condition is completely cured, you will be fine."

The English pronunciation is not good. Although it sounds good and looks very gentlemanly, even if it is swearing, as long as it is accompanied by a praying look, it is like reading the Bible, but his pronunciation is destined to make me unable to ignore the anxiety in it.

While Tom was talking, he kept my hand on his lips, as if warming me up, or kissing my fingers lightly.

I was thinking, "So the hot and itchy touch on the palm just now was actually his breathing when he spoke", and I wondered, obviously before I passed out, he hated me, at least he hated me.

And when I was in a coma, even though Tom was very worried about me, and kept running around to find a doctor and make medicine for me, all thoughts of "concern" and "worry" were suppressed in my heart, and what was always displayed in front of me was layer upon layer. Wrapping the disguised young Dark Lord.

Don't say you're going to do something bad to me, at least your actions are rude, and you won't be as happy and angry as you are now.Surprised at my awakening, and anxious at the discovery that I couldn't speak.

This kind of change makes me feel warm on the one hand, but also makes me feel terrified on the other hand. It can change the attitude of the Dark Lord towards me to what it is now, and I suddenly feel a little scared.

Looking at him holding my hand with his back to the sun by the window, he kept comforting me in a soft voice, as if he was afraid that I would be frightened, I couldn't help opening my mouth, and tried my best to make a sound.

"Am I terminally ill?"

This was originally a joke. Although I worked hard, I didn't make a sound in the end, so I even felt that he didn't understand my mouth shape at all. Maybe he couldn't even tell what I said, but Tom's next reaction But it broke my joking heart.

His back suddenly straightened, he held my hand suddenly hard, his expression froze and he even stopped breathing, because I no longer felt the warm breath in my palm.

He just stood there in a daze, staring at me blankly, a little at a loss.

'Why don't you contradict me? '

'Why don't you laugh at me? '

'Why such a reaction, which is almost tantamount to acquiescing to what I said...'

The sunlight outside the window pierced into the room carelessly, like a general with a fully equipped gun ready for battle. The iron armor rushed into the room and dazzled my eyes. The light was so dazzling that I failed to notice who came first, him or me. Look away.

All I knew was a few more minutes, maybe only a few seconds.The unbearable atmosphere of silence was finally broken by him. Tom spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, and he obviously didn't stutter, but I always felt that he was hesitating when he said this.

"I said, I found a way to save you, don't question me, and you are not allowed to do this." It seems that he is too young, and he doesn't feel intimidating when he says these words now, and he may have to act more attractive If so, we need to wait until he is older and his voice is deeper and hoarse.

Because no matter how much he lowers his voice now, I can still hear that faint sigh and choking, which doesn't seem to be threatening me at all, but more like he is sad for me.

But why?

Because of illness?But I will not die at all, no matter what kind of danger I encounter in this world, according to the words of the system, it is destined to be good, right?

Even if I got terminally ill in 1941, I would still return to the main world. There would be absolutely no problem. Even if I would die, I would not die in 1941.

Together with the future Dark Lord, the black robe flew into my bedroom and reprimanded me angrily: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? How long has it been since we parted?"

I knew I would be fine, and he had been waiting to meet me again.

But Tom in 1941 didn't know about it, and my previous guesses must be all right. He thought I had a terminal illness, so "resentment" and "loss" were all left behind by him. A person who is about to die doesn't need to worry about it.

And he looked like he didn't want me dead.

"I'll be fine." I held his hand instead, and forcibly called his gaze back. I couldn't make a sound, so I had to slow down my speech, and said the complete sentence to him as clearly as possible. , Repeated twice until he confirmed that he saw my meaning clearly, then he closed his mouth.

"I understand." He smiled, and then stuffed my hands back into the warm quilt, "You will be fine, I know, I always knew."

"No, you don't understand!" From his tone and forced smile, I knew at a glance that he had misunderstood me. I struggled to get up from the bed, but the quilt seemed to have magic power. Once the hands are stuffed back into the cup, it's just like the beginning, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get out of it.

And his hand lightly tapped twice on my forehead.

"No matter how difficult it is, I will save you, but you don't need to worry about these things."

'I'm not worried and don't need to save me!I'll be fine!What are you going to do? ! '

"What you have to do now is to take a good rest. I just came back to get something. I'm relieved to see that you've woken up."

'What did you come back for?Why didn't you tell me the whole process of the treatment, why did you deliberately hide it from me? '

"I'll be back in a while." He stood up, I couldn't make a sound the whole time I said, and after I closed my eyes, I couldn't even be sure whether my mouth was expressing my inner thoughts correctly.

But judging from the action he was about to leave.

It's useless for him to stop it.

I don’t know what kind of magic the finger brushed over my forehead, but my body, which has long been disobedient to the control of my brain, is now at the mercy of Tom. He said let me rest, and I actually felt a sense of drowsiness in my head, and I was in a daze. I fell asleep again.

The final awareness was the slam of his door.

The final picture in his mind is his bloodshot eyes. How long has he not slept?Is it for me?

I don't know all about it.

**

Returning to that dream-like place again, I still doubt the authenticity of this 'dream'.The previous few paragraphs seem to me to be revealing certain information in the dream. I haven’t had time to think about the information in it. I always feel that those seemingly irrelevant dreams are related to each other, but I can’t think about it. Could not find clues inside.

Are you going to break them apart and then reassemble them?

In fact, the scenes of Draco are not difficult to understand. The first clip is the scene of him surrendering to Dumbledore. My brother and Harry should be with him and listen to every message I revealed.

But what about the second act?After surrendering to Dumbledore and giving such important clues, why did he let Draco carry out the order of the Dark Lord? Seeing that he was suffering because of this, his body and mind were crushed by heavy burdens.

I was selfish when I told Draco those words, and I expected that after he told these to the Order of the Phoenix, someone would come to assist him, even if it was just to protect him.

But why does he still show such hurt and desperate expression.

As for the picture about Tom, I really can't understand it.

Returning to the 'dreamland' again, I didn't revisit every scene I saw last time, nor did I follow the last scene, this time the scene was very short, only a few seconds about Draco, and the rest was all about Tom related.

"Ginny, I saw Ginny!" He grabbed Ron's hand and shook it, while Hermione tugged at his sleeve with a look of unbearable expression, "She's with Voldemort...you know, you know , Draco, it was just a dream."

She wanted to pull Draco and Ron away, because Ron's face and neck were flushed, and he looked like he was about to be suffocated by Draco's neckline.

But he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he didn't use force, but gently pulled Draco's clothes, his tone was extremely gentle.

"Yeah, Malfoy, wake up, we are very sad that Ginny was taken away but..." Even Ron's tone was so gentle, it seemed that they were really worried about Draco's mental state .

I don't know what Draco looked like in front of them after being taken away, to provoke everyone to behave like this.

"It's not a dream! I can feel it! She came! It's real! I heard her voice!" Draco yelled, furious as if he had been stepped on his tail, no one believed him, "She called my name , and tell me... tell me..."

After finally getting my news, no one believed him. He just wanted to find someone to agree with his answer, so that at least he could feel at ease.

Because in fact even Draco himself thought it was a dream, a hallucination that occurred when he was in a bad state of mind.

I've always known Draco, if not everything, but definitely the one who knew him best.

My Draco grabbed Ron's arm and slowly slid down along with his squatting body, until finally his hands were loosened and the whole person sat on the ground like a cripple who had lost his strength, with his head lowered .

"Tell me not to cry."

But he still cried. Although I didn't see it, I heard it.

The 'dream' is out of my control, I can't stop for a second, there is no time to comfort Draco, between the vortex sucking and spitting, I saw Tom again, I thought it would be like the last time Draco The picture, the picture of Tom once, but this time I miscalculated...

It was always Tom next, and the 'dream' didn't switch again until he came back.

And it's ridiculous to say that I would say ['dreams' are not under my control], think about it carefully, is it only 'dreams' that can't be controlled?From the time I traveled to the present, is there any one that has been fully arranged in the book after the system has been written?All my struggles were in vain.

This is the reason.In the world, there is a cause first and then an effect, but here I have to reverse everything, the effect is determined, what I have to do is to make up for all the causes.

The scene turned to the front of the orphanage again. This time Tom was wearing a strange clothes. His appearance was different from last time. This time he was wearing a black fur-turned cloak over his shoulders.He held a wand in his left hand and a... a rabbit in his right?

I was stunned for a moment after seeing clearly what was in his hand, and no longer focused on the comparison with the previous picture, but turned my gaze back to his face.

There is no snow, no rain, obviously the sun is above his head, and there is not even a dark cloud around him, but I just feel that the scene in front of me is dark, like the clouds before the storm are thickly piled up and pressed down thick and dense clouds separate the air from the sun