[Deha] World Starlight

His heart was full of swells, it seemed that all the sacrifices had become worthwhile in today's situation—although the various changes in the people over time had already proved to him that all the sacrifices were worthwhile.

In the end, Sirius, who was inexplicably relieved, smiled and put the letter back in the envelope, and stuffed it under the pillow, as if he planned to sleep with the letter on his head.

"Good night, Harry," he said.

early morning.

Sirius got up early, and after eating the nutritious breakfast carefully prepared by Kreacher with Regulus, he stood at the door fully dressed and struggled for a long time whether he decided to go to work by motorcycle.

After driving fast all the way, he parked his motorcycle in a Muggle parking lot a certain distance from the Ministry of Magic, and began to walk regularly every day.

The Muggle world is really wonderful, and the car is also very magical, and Sirius is about to move.

After a leisurely and pleasant morning ended in the misery of having to flush himself down the toilet to get to the Ministry of Magic, Sirius walked out of the Ministry fireplace and decided once again that he would never come to work like this again in the morning!

But tomorrow morning he would succumb to that brand new Muggle motorcycle, which he had maintained bit by bit according to the manual.

The elevator goes down to the second basement floor.

Sirius looked at the door with the metal plate nailed with the words "Muggle Research and Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division" and his eyes widened in disbelief.He took a few steps back, compared the size of the door, then walked a few steps and glanced at the gleaming door of the Auror Command Headquarters on the same floor... He snorted disdainfully .

"Isn't it because there are too many people? Don't you know it's a waste to have such a gate!" He sneered.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." After Sirius came to the final conclusion leisurely, he whistled a few times, then opened the door of his own department, which was completely smaller than other departments, and walked in with great momentum.

Documents were scattered all over the house.

Sirius closed the door silently, and finally admitted that it was their sad fact that they were not successful—a department with only three people plus two heads, and the last employee was an old wizard who was not far from the retirement line.

He silently greeted Merlin's trousers in his heart.

The metal hanging sign on the door shook slightly the moment the door was closed, and the silver characters on it shimmered.

Muggle Artifacts Research and the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Director: Sirius Black.

Director: Arthur Weasley.

Clerk: Hank Perkins.

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This... is modified.

Original sentence: If you want to change things, you must first change yourself.Only by changing yourself will you ultimately change others.

(I can't remember exactly, but it's probably like this sentence.)

According to the original book, the broom toy was given to Harry on his first birthday. Here it is Christmas, and Harry is over one year old.

In fact, besides considering the plot, the main reason is that I forgot, well, I am a sinner

In fact, if it wasn’t for the letter written by Lily, I would have completely forgotten that there should be a cat. As a cat lover, how can this be p(#￣▽￣#)o

Get ready to get him out.The name is not in the original book, what about calling him Tom, Tom, the popular name that Voldemort hates.

Indifferent is because of Tom and Jerry. 2333333

Deathly Hallows, Ten, Kreacher's Tale

Lily's letter to Padfoot (this is a segment about Sirius's tenderness after his death, as well as the description of her mother and the past, I especially like this letter)

【Dear Padfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present!This is his favorite toy.He looks so happy to be able to fly around on a toy broom at only one year old.I have attached a photo for you to see.You know the little broom only goes two feet off the ground,

But Harry nearly killed the kitten and almost broke an ugly vase that Petunia gave me for Christmas (not complaining).Of course, James thought it was a lot of fun, saying the kid was going to be the next Quidditch star, but we had to put all the pretense

The trinkets were put away, and she kept watching him as he flew.

We had a very quiet birthday tea, just old Bathilda, who had always been very kind to us, and especially doted on Harry.It's a pity you can't come, but the Order of the Phoenix comes first, and Harry is too young to know birthdays!close here james some

Stuffed, he tried not to show it, but I could tell—the Invisibility Cloak was still with Dumbledore, so there was no chance to get out.How glad he would be if you could come.Bug was here last weekend, I think he was down, but maybe it's because of McGinn Farmer

Wife news.I also cried all night when I heard it.

Bathilda came over often, she was a funny old lady, and she told a lot of Dumbledore stories, it was incredible.I wonder if he himself will be happy to hear that!To be honest, I don't know how much to believe, it's hard to believe Dumbledore...]

I wanted to write about Padfoot and I received a letter from Lily in the office

Within 2 minutes of sitting on the chair, Sirius heard the sound of the bird's beak knocking on the window. He turned his head casually, and saw an owl standing gracefully...

Then I finally remembered that it was underground...by myself crying stupidly.

☆、Children's childhood Ⅰ

1981 12 Month 28 Day.

Harry woke up as quickly as ever in the morning, washed up, and hurried to the dining room to sit down.

"Good morning, son." James sat at the dining table in a handsome and formal black robe, and the bread and fried eggs on the plate were almost eaten.

"Good morning, Dad." Harry said childishly, climbed up the chair with all his strength, stood up, and thumped Dad's chest, "You're very handsome today, did mom praise you?"

"Of course--"

"Of course not." Lily interrupted James just as he was about to show off triumphantly, "Who told you to lie in front of the children, don't you blush." ​​Lily served Harry a glass of warm milk, beautiful green Staring at James, "Harry, come drink milk, drink more milk to grow taller. Let's not listen to your father bragging, it's time for a long nose."

"Harry, Dad told you that although your mother didn't praise me, she did kiss me." James finished the last bite of bread, drank the orange juice in the glass, and smiled on the faces of Lily and Harry. They all kissed each other.

Lily helped him straighten his tie with a blushing face, and then kissed him tenderly on the lips: "Be careful at work, we will wait for you at home."

"Well, don't worry." James gently rubbed Lily's hair, and blew another kiss to Harry, "My dear son, don't make mom angry when dad is not at home, or be careful when dad comes back and spanks you."

Harry rubbed away the tears from the corners of his eyes as if he hadn't woken up: "I wouldn't do it. Every time it's Dad who makes Mom angry, I've never made Mom angry."

"Honey, is what Harry said true?" James put on a pitiful look.

Lily laughed out loud: "Go to work quickly."

On Dad's first day at work, Harry ate his breakfast slowly. This was the first time he sat next to him and waited for him without finishing his meal tomorrow morning, and laughed at his dad by the way. Harry expressed that he was not used to it.

Then I spent the day boringly building blocks, flying towards the ugly vase that Aunt Petunia gave me, and listening to my mother read Pinocchio's story for a nap (in fact, he would rather listen to some fairy tales about wizards, which he had read before. Dudley's), more than half of the time passed.

It was late afternoon when Harry woke up, and he yawned a little, thinking that at this time, he should do something casually to pass the boring time of waiting for his father to come home.

So, he just rolled around in bed boredly, watching the big clouds floating on the ceiling.

When can I grow up? It doesn't need to be too big, just be able to write letters blatantly.Harry thought, let's hurry up to the age of 11, I really miss Hedwig, Ron and Hermione, and Hogwarts...

At this time, Harry finally inevitably thought of something, something that he would force himself to shake his head to divert his attention if he thought of it for such a long time-was it going back to Hogwarts this time? Not anymore... Harry shook his head quickly, a little worried about Neville, wondering if he would be as embarrassed as he used to be when school started.

Probably not, after all, Neville's family members are very powerful wizards, certainly not as stupid Harry as you were before!

Harry turned over, buried his face in the soft quilt, thought about things in silence for a while, and then realized that the child's brain really couldn't bear too much, because he was sleepy again.

After a busy day, James came back from get off work and asked, "Where's Harry?"

"Sleeping in the room." The whole room was filled with a strong fragrance, and Lily's voice came from the kitchen, "James, call Harry up, it's almost time to eat."

James carefully pushed open Harry's door and walked in lightly. Although the floor was covered with carpets, James was still worried that he would wake Harry up if he made too much noise.

Just as James crouched down on Harry's bedside, Harry felt something and woke up.He rubbed his eyes and stood up in the direction of James: "Dad, are you back?"

"Yeah." James replied softly, "Get up, baby boy, mom made a delicious dinner."

"Oh yes, I'm up." Harry said sleepily but with a big smile.

The second day of Dad's work is the same as the first day.

On the third day when Dad went to work, Harry began to sigh after eating breakfast: the days are getting more and more decadent, besides eating and sleeping every day, oh, plus the vase battle with his mother.

Ever since the day Dad started working at the Ministry of Magic, Harry's life has become rich and boring.

Yes, rich and boring.

And every day is more or less the same.

"No dad, no Padfoot, no moon face... only mom, but you can't be naughty with mom." Harry ate the last broccoli on the plate and sighed deeply. Wizards under the age of 11 have unstable magic and cannot learn magic.Merlin's thigh, I miss Hogwarts so much.

"Did Harry eat all the food?" Lily put her hands on the back of the chair Harry was sitting on, bent down and kissed him on the forehead, "That's great!" she said, "because Harry ate all the food." dishes, so Mum decided to reward Harry—”

Harry stood up excitedly from his chair, and asked eagerly, "Mom, what's the reward?" Merlin's leg hair must have been out of the house.

"How about taking Harry out? Mom took Harry to visit Grandma Bathilda, and we could see our Tom by the way—" Lily remembered that Harry hadn't seen Tom yet, and introduced him, "Oh, Tom is A very cute cat, please take care of Grandma Bathilda because of Harry, but I think Harry will like it, let's take Tom home together, what does Harry think?"

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, "Cat, cat, cat!"

Tom, what a popular name. I don’t know if Voldemort will be angry with Avada if he finds out that my cat is also named Tom.Harry thought secretly.

Lily found out thick clothes for Harry to put on, then put a hat and scarf on him, and introduced to him as she put them on: "Grandma Bathilda is a very powerful person, she can be said to be the most understanding person in the world. The history of wizarding people. When Harry goes to school, he can learn about her "History of Magic", which is a great book, and Mum also learned it when she was at school."

"Wow." Harry raised his head cooperatively so that his mother could tie the scarf. After thinking about it, he felt that the name Bathilda was really familiar...

"When Harry is a little older, he will know that there are many powerful people living in Godric's Hollow." Lily straightened her clothes, "Even the golden snitch in Papa and Harry's favorite Quidditch It was invented by the wizards who live here."

"Wow!" Harry was genuinely surprised.

However, speaking of Dad and the Snitch... It suddenly occurred to Harry that Dad's Christmas present had been forgotten in the room, and he should open it when he came back.

Bathilda Bagshot.

A well-known historian of magic in the magic world, the editor of the "History of Magic" textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a friend of the principal Dumbledore.The last memory of this person in Harry's memory is "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" written by Rita Skeeter and a stooped figure with a stooped back - although in the end it was a snake .

Although Harry knew from his mother's letter to Padfoot that this powerful witch was their neighbor, he never thought that he could go to her house to chat and drink tea.

Yes, Grandma Bathilda was kind enough to make them fragrant tea, and her house was like Mrs. Figg's, perhaps more cats than Mrs. Figg's.

Harry sat on a chair that had been enchanted to become higher, sipped the fragrant tea, and listened to Grandma Bathilda and his mother talking about the daily life.The creamy yellow and white kitten, said to be Tom, was lying next to him, and Harry could reach out and touch its soft fur.

Grandma Bathilda's topic is very jumpy, and Lily and Lily often jump to all kinds of strange rumors or stories about famous and unknown people when they are talking about how to make delicious snacks. Whenever the topic changes, Lily's mother will become a loyal listener.

For example, when witches were burned in the [-]th century, real witches used various spells to pretend to be burned to death. Those who were burned to death were usually Muggles pretending to be witches or implicated poor people.Many witches used magic to cool down and screamed in the fire to relieve stress-Harry remembered that he seemed to have written a paper on it?

Harry really wanted to ask, what if the wand accidentally caught fire?But he didn't ask.

There's also the goblin rebellion in the [-]th century and some interesting stories about when brooms were made (Harry said he liked hearing this best).

What surprised Harry the most was that she brought up the things about Gellert Grindelwald and Dumbledore. It seemed that the things that Dumbledore kept secret about this old man were just commonplaces that could be talked about.

Harry uncontrollably remembered the words and sentences written in Rita Skeeter's book, and with the voice of Grandma Bathilda's narration, some of his small guesses gradually became clearer.

Two teenagers who hit it off like fire and pot, the first Dark Lord in history and the greatest white wizard in the future-connected with the speculation that Grindelwald would rather die than let Voldemort disturb Dumbledore's sleep, Harry couldn't help but There is an unparalleled curiosity about the affairs of these two people.

And during the years of living next door to Bathilda Bagshot, his curiosity was mostly satisfied.

Everything is in the words and phrases that Grandma Bathilda accidentally mentioned today, and the stories in Harry's mind are like "two poor children" or "the two of them really missed too much" year after year. The exclamation gradually became clear.

But today, while drinking the slightly sweet scented tea in the cup, Harry had the first definite guess about the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Lido wiped his eyes.

Oh, Merlin's fattest pants.Harry looked at the petals stuck to the bottom of the cup and wondered what secret he had discovered about these two.

Obviously, after reading Rita Skeeter's book that time, they only thought that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were like-minded friends.

——The two children who tasted the vicissitudes of life prematurely hit it off, and they hit it off like a fire and a pot.

Bathilda had already suspended the chat with Lily when the storm was raging in Harry's mind. She seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stood up and went to search in the house. "By the way, little Harry, grandma gave you a present... Well, let me see where I put it, ah here."

As soon as Harry looked up, he saw Grandma Bathilda approaching with a thick hard-covered book in her hand, with a magic lock like a vine coiled around it.

"A friend gave this to grandma many years ago, and grandma doesn't need it, so I will give it to you as a diary. You must have a lot to write." Bathilda smiled and said to Harry and Lily, " You kids are always full of secrets, especially when you are in school."

Lily, who was already a mother, nodded with a smile.

Harry, on the other hand, took the diary that was so heavy that it weighed down his little arm in an instant, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

A mouthful of small white teeth is not too long.

"By the way, baby Harry." Lily was holding Harry on the way home—Harry was holding little Tom who was asleep in his arms, "Padfoot said before that he would take you to meet the Malfoys." Little brother, my mother agreed, and I won’t be afraid of being bored tomorrow.”

"Ma, little brother of the Malfoy family?" Harry pretended to be puzzled, "What is that?"

In fact, Harry's heart has already started to roar: Draco Malfoy! ! !He was the first wizard of the same age I met in my previous life, why is it still him this time?

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This chapter is also revised.

No matter what happens, please be quiet and happy!This is life. --Luxembourg

I saw such a passage today

In the Harry Potter fanfic world, the term describes the romantic relationship between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.It has a very high profile because of the now-famous "He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy..." ("He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy..."), a line from "Half-Blood Prince". popularity.

I don’t remember if I saw it when I watched it before, and I couldn’t find it just now. Is there really such a sentence?

"The Story of Pinocchio" was published in Italy by Carlo Collodi in 1880 and is considered one of the classics of children's classical literature.

Mother Lily must have read such a good fairy tale.

When I was writing here, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a passage in the original book that Ron and Hermione said the names of wizard fairy tales, and then Hermione and Harry looked blank and said that they had only read "Snow White" (I don't remember what it is, It should be a kind of famous fairy tale book

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I went to find the chapter of Dumbledore’s will in Seven and found that there is no ╮(￣▽￣)╭ it feels like it should be somewhere else... Do you know where it is?Or I am wrong?

In addition, about the burning of witches in the Middle Ages, many witches were not burned to death. I didn’t think about it. It may be seen in the original book, it may be seen in the fan, or it may be seen in other places.

I thought of it naturally when I was writing it, and I suddenly remembered it when I was doing minor repairs before posting.

But I don’t remember where I saw it_(:з」∠)_

When you read this chapter, I should be on the train back to school, exhausted.

Well, that’s why, everyone, please tell me something after reading it, please reply me ^ω^

Suggestions, complaints, etc., just a little water~ Let’s heal Xiaoba who is going to class alone while all her girlfriends are on vacation~

☆、Children's childhood Ⅱ

Children's Infancy II

1982 1 Month 1 Day.

There is nothing special to pay attention to when taking the knight bus from Godric's Hollow to Malfoy's Manor. You only need to walk for nearly 15 minutes at the end, because Malfoy's private territory is not allowed to enter privately.

Harry didn't know how much the fare was for two people in 1982, because Lily paid for it.Wrapped up in his mother's arms, Harry watched as his mother refused a chocolate and teething cup offered by another wizard who was still very disconnected.After the driver stepped on the gas pedal, she stood steadily, brushing her hair gently but speaking loudly: "Can you please drive this three-layer bright purple bread more steadily? Otherwise, the mother and baby in the car will not only They'll think you didn't graduate from Hogwarts, and they'll go to the Ministry of Magic to ask if you're a licensed worker."

The car instantly stabilized.

Lily smiled at the driver looking back at her, hugging Harry, and sat down.

"Also, you don't have to stop when you arrive at the territory of Malfoy Manor, just drive directly to the gate of his house..."

Harry felt that the driver must have been startled, because his voice was trembling: "Well, we usually don't stop there if no one is going..."

"If I tell you to stop, just stop." Lily said, "I'll take care of it if something goes wrong. Just drive your car."

Harry: "..." Dad, do you know that mom is like this?

In the end, the knight bus still bravely stopped in front of the big iron gate of Malfoy Manor, but the moment Lily got off the bus with Harry in her arms, it disappeared as if there was a wizard holding a wand behind him to burn his ass.

In the slightly cold weather of January, the Malfoy Manor, bathed in the nine o'clock sun, was majestic and seemed to be shining.

Harry blinked, as if the dark and gloomy memory of Malfoy Manor was just a nightmare he had when he didn't sleep well one day.

But, am I also in a sweet dream now?thought Harry.

Lily looked at Malfoy Manor in her arms, looked down at Harry in her arms and smiled slightly: "Does Harry like this kind of house?"

"I don't like it." Harry said honestly, wrapping his little arms around his mother's neck, "Mom, your hair is very fragrant."

Lily pinched Harry's face lightly, and lamented that the child's skin was as tender as a freshly baked egg tart: "Let's go, son, mother will take you to find your little friend."

Harry: "...um."

Lily looked at the closed door of Malfoy's house, the corners of her mouth pulled up a disdainful arc similar to that of young James, and she walked over like a queen inspecting her castle.

The snow in front of the door made a sound of surrender under her feet.

"Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy were about to graduate when Mom went to Hogwarts," said Mom, looking down at Harry, "and now their kids are Harry's age."

Harry's little head was buried in Lily's neck, completely unaware of where her mother's focus was.

The iron gate decorated with the dragon crest of the Malfoy family opened silently inward when she was still two steps away. Lily walked through the smooth path among the winter grass, and at the end of the road stood Lu in front of the magnificent Malfoy house. Hughes Malfoy, with Narcissa standing on his right hand, also holding a child wrapped in a small blanket in his arms.

A pretty little boy with light blond hair, fair skin, and blue-gray eyes was tilting his head and squinting at the two people standing outside his house.

Harry knew that as the boy grew older, the blue in his eyes would fade away, eventually turning to a thin, light gray.

Just like he remembered.

Lucius was leaning on his snake-headed cane that never left his body, his light blond hair hung on his shoulders, and the expression on his face was arrogant and disdainful: "I didn't expect the guests from Potter's house to sit..." He said Here, he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, "Going out in that warrior car, could it be that James Potter spent all of the Potter family property on becoming an Auror of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Heh, Lucius Malfoy." Lily looked at him with idiot eyes, and replied mercilessly, "If you want to carry your Delaware movie or use Floo powder, the door Keys and the like, I think Narcissa will stab you to death with her wand. Oh, yes." Lily smiled and said to Narcissa, "It's been a long time since I said hello to you. Narcissa, I haven't seen you for so long You're prettier, and Draco is cute too."

"Oh, just call me Sissy." Narcissa said with the same smile, "Harry is also very cute, and Lily, you are still the same as when you were at Hogwarts. You are so beautiful that people are jealous."

"Come in quickly, don't stand at the door." Narcissa pulled Lily into the house.

Compared with the two mothers who were smiling, Lucius' expression on the side was not so ugly.

"If I remember correctly, Lucius." Lily suddenly lowered her voice the moment she brushed past Lucius, "The working hours of the Ministry of Magic have already passed, even if the property of the Malfoy family is exchanged for you Here comes the reserve director, you still have to go to work honestly now, after all, you are not considered to be a hand-eye in the Ministry of Magic, if there are any bad rumors, those people will take your family no matter how much money you have. Long and baby, it’s not good to keep you on the board, right?”

Lily looked at the face of Lucius who couldn't hide her anger, and returned all the arrogance and disdain he showed before: "I forgot to say, Lucius Malfoy. In my dictionary, except for deer, There are only those who pass me and those who fail me, those who are stronger than me and those who fail me..."

"Unfortunately, you also know that you just can't compare to me."

"Lucius, it's time for you to go to work." Narcissa, who was walking in front, turned her head and said, "It happens that you are not at home, so Lily and I have a good chat."

Lucius looked at Narcissa, who had a look of reason, and turned his eyes to Lily for a moment. He slammed his cane on the ground, grabbed the cloak and left.

"Oh, that's just how he is. Sometimes he will lose his temper for no reason." Narcissa said helplessly.

Lily put Harry on the sofa and smiled at Narcissa: "James only does this when he's teasing Harry."

"Hey, Lily!" Narcissa watched as Lily helped Harry take off his scarf, coat, and hair that was messed up by the hat. "Harry's eyes are exactly the same as yours. It's good that dragons are not like mine." place."

"I think he still looks a bit like you." Lily looked at Draco in Narcissa's arms, "The nose... the child's lips really look like his father's."

"Yes..." Narcissa just said a word, and Draco in her arms moved dishonestly, struggling to get down. "Mom, I, I want to go down."

Harry sat on the sofa and watched Draco writhing and struggling like when Tom didn't want him to hold him, and lamented that that was the real milk voice, and he was almost... such a boring thing.

After all, it was the first time he had been invited to the Malfoys' house, so he should have been a little cautious...worried that he might encounter some dark magic item or...

sky!Harry suddenly thought of a very important thing. Now, Voldemort's diary should already be somewhere in Malfoy's house...!Or was it possible that the Malfoys were less esteemed by Voldemort after Sirius stepped in?

Narcissa gently hugged Draco off the sofa, patted his little head and said: "Xiaolong, Mommy put cookies and milk in your room before, take Harry to eat. You still have so much What a fun toy, you can play with Harry too, okay?"

Draco blinked, glanced at Harry who was sitting on the sofa looking honest because of his fugue, and reluctantly accepted his mother's proposal.

"Harry was born in July, he is younger than Xiaolong, so Xiaolong is the elder brother, do you know that the elder brother has to take care of the younger brother?"

Draco nodded reluctantly.

If it weren't for what his mother said, he wouldn't let this green eye into his room!Brother or something, he doesn't like it at all!

Draco's room was on the second floor.

Narcissa hugged Draco, Lily hugged Harry, and chatted from the first floor to the second floor. Finally, the two mothers put their baby on the soft bed, kissed it, and asked Draco to share it with Harry. Drink the biscuits and sweet milk (the elf quietly put it on the bedside table) and leave, and carefully close the door.

"I've always wanted Draco to have a playmate. Children of wizards are lonely when they are young." Narcissa said to Lily, and Lily replied with a smile, making the conversation smoother.

Witches, especially witches who become mothers always have a lot in common, don't they?

Draco was sitting on the bed, thinking whether to eat a cookie or play for a while, when he tilted his head and saw that green eye was also sitting on his bed.

Draco has a strong sense of territoriality, especially the bed...

He was very unhappy to let this green eye into his room, and now this green eye is sitting on his bed again! ! !

Harry was carried upstairs by his mother when he was distracted, and when he sank into the blanket, he didn't know what happened, and was suddenly thrown down.

"Who told you to sit on my bed, get up!"

The sound of the milk became high-pitched, and Harry felt his body sink, a lump of flesh was firmly pressed against him, and his hands were still clutching his clothes.

The sweater his mother knitted for him! ! !

Harry pushed hard, turned over and put Draco under him, and the whole body sat on him and asked, "What are you doing?!" In fact, what he wanted to say was "Damn kid!" "You're rude!" "Do you know that Aiyou still wants to hit me!"

"You are the one, what are you doing!" Draco's voice was sharper again, "Get off me quickly!"

"What you, obviously you threw me down first, but you still say me now, and I won't let you down!" Harry rode on Draco pretending to be a rogue, but he didn't expect that , Draco nearly knocked him over.

Harry's temper has also come up now. He pretends to be a child at home every day, and he can't write letters to Sirius. As soon as his head is free, he must be thinking about the past. It's easier to go out to relax and relax or go to the house of his former biggest enemy. Seeing that Draco doesn't know anything, he gets angry and worried that he won't have a chance to vent.

The two children were rolling around on the bed, baring their teeth and claws, rubbing the sheets and blankets together, looking particularly messy.

"What are you doing to you!" Draco pulled out many folds of Harry's clothes, which made him feel distressed. "I don't want to make trouble with you. If you apologize, I will forgive you!"

"Why should I apologize! Why should I apologize!" Draco yelled, "It's not like you didn't push me, you've got red marks on my arm!"

When Draco saw the mark on his hand, he felt aggrieved immediately, and without thinking about anything, he pushed Harry hard.

The bed was still quite big, but Harry and Draco rolled from the end of the bed to the head of the bed after a while, and Draco's push made Harry hit the bedside table firmly.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, Harry felt nothing but darkness and his head was dizzy.Before he realized what was going on, he felt something slipping down his face...

Could it be blood?thought Harry.

But it's actually kind of funny how his fur is doused with milk.

His vision gradually became clear, and Harry saw Draco's smiling face wrinkled into a ball, looking at him in panic.

The kid pushed himself just now... Harry was about to speak, but he felt tears streaming from his eyes... He couldn't speak.

I don’t know if other people have experienced this kind of time when they obviously don’t want to cry but they can’t stop crying. Anyway, now Harry feels very embarrassed and a little embarrassed... After all, no matter whether this body is one year old or two years old, the harry inside Lippert is a 17-year-old boy, how could it not be embarrassing to cry in front of his rival.

Della