[Deha] World Starlight

She looked at his soft bed with nostalgia.He first took the diary out of the box and put it in the cabinet on the desk.

The book with the most impressive number on the bookshelf is "A History of Magic". Harry reached out and touched the unicorn on the first floor of the bookshelf, and suddenly saw a very strange book - Harry thought it was so fancy from the spine of the book. Must be a boring book.Harry felt that there shouldn't be such a book on his bookshelf, so he raised his hand and pulled out the book: "Okay, now let's see what kind of book it is, and guess if it was bought by Dad or Mom bought it, oh..."

Harry felt as if he had been hit by a coma with reduced damage. He thought he could play for two days without any worries at the beginning of the holiday, but he didn't expect to be hit by A book hits the nail on the head.

Because this book is none other than Gilderoy Lockhart's How to Get Rid of Household Pests by that flashy idiot Lockhart!It seemed that as soon as he saw the name, Harry could feel the feeling of having no bones in his arms.

Harry looked up at the bookshelf - sure enough, behind the place where he took the book in his hand, there were seven books that could be seen as a series from the spine... "Oh, well, at least I read the book before school started. It's good news that you don't have to squeeze in his autograph session at Lihen Bookstore."

Suddenly there was a creaking sound from the door, Harry turned his head and saw Sirius walking in lightly, and then closed the door.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I should ask this question." Sirius frowned and looked at Harry seriously, "I just went to the kitchen, and the meal will wait a while, so I think the two of us can take advantage of this Time to talk about the things you did at school. You know how dangerous things are, Harry, and you didn't tell me you wanted to get involved."

Harry felt a sense of crisis, he swallowed, and organized his words: "I can't help it, Padfoot." He sat down on the chair and said helplessly, "I tell you that I will not let me in to disturb Yes, but without me they - can't say it will fail but it will definitely succeed with great effort, and it was Neville who asked me for help first!"

"You can lend them the Invisibility Cloak."

"But they can't fly, so they'd have a hard time getting the keys," Harry retorted.

Sirius snorted softly: "Can't fly? I didn't know that none of the three kids passed the final flight class test." Seeing Harry's speechless expression, he softened his tone a little, "Ha Li, I don't want you to get mixed up in these things, you have to know that maybe one action you do unintentionally will affect the progress of things in the future, and every small detail will affect the final success or failure - but this is only a small part of the reason , the rest is your level of 'non-participation' stipulated by the whole world. Of course, I'm just advising you," said Sirius, "just like I would appropriately dissuade James when I was in school."

"I understand, Godfather." Harry smiled understandingly, but he said firmly, "But I am an adult, and I know what I can and cannot do. Padfoot, I was very careful in school , but I'm really worried about the last thing...Neville's personality is different from mine, I just want to be a guarantee of success! You should trust me." Harry said so, but in his heart I don't think there is any way to let Sirius know that he is not only trying to find Ravenclaw's diadem first but also intends to open the Chamber of Secrets!

"...Well, maybe I'm a bit conservative in this matter." Sirius sighed helplessly, and reached out to pat Harry on the shoulder, "But I just want you to be safe, and there are some things to do now It's too early, and we can't afford to do the wrong thing. I believe in you, Harry, and I hope you understand that."

"I'll keep an eye on it in the future, I promise."

"And you should have felt the restrictions imposed on you by the world, right?" Sirius' expression became serious again, "I don't know how to explain the scope of this restriction to you... because I'm not quite sure what to do No. But the development of things has its own track, and we have all come to this point, so we must not let years of hard work go to waste because of a momentary carelessness."

Harry nodded: "I understand. Regarding the restriction, the only thing I can be sure of at the moment is that I can only tell you everything. If it is to others, I will lose my voice in an instant." He thought for a while, "And I don't seem to be able to Directly interfering in the future, but it seems to be okay to let others do it?"

"As long as you can tell him what to do?" Sirius smiled.

Harry decided not to talk about the subject anymore, and he told Sirius in detail what happened under the trapdoor and what happened afterwards: "Don't you think Dumbledore's attitude is very interesting?" Harry continued, " He knew everything we did, and he knew that I told Hermione to keep my involvement a secret, but he still added sixty points to Slytherin's well-known Mr.

"Do you think Dumbledore guessed something?" Harry was thinking, "He might think I'm a bit weird, he wants to see my depth and what I want to do..." Harry thoughtfully Said, "What happened at Hogwarts basically cannot escape his eyes, and this time he is still guiding Neville and the others what to do, teaching them what to do - obviously he is training Neville ...but that's normal, because he's sure Voldemort isn't dead, and he knows all about the prophecy."

"This is what makes Dumbledore extraordinary." Sirius said, "He has insight into everything, stands at the forefront of the war, and cultivates the savior. We have been able to fight the Death Eaters for many years because of the leadership of such a wizard. And now you should be a little more honest in school because Hogwarts has such a wizard as the headmaster." Speaking of this, Sirius' tone suddenly became a little strange, "Harry, our business, I won't tell Rael, and you can't tell Lily and James, understand? This is a phenomenon that magic can't explain, and we must keep it a secret—unless it really comes to a time when it's impossible or when it's critical."

"I understand." Harry said in a deep voice, "What happened to the two of us is much more difficult to explain than the Horcrux."

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder twice: "Come on, let's go out, I think it's time for dinner... and one more thing," he looked at Harry who stood up, palms flat in his direction Going down a slope, "...I don't see where you are an adult."

Harry: "..."

The first thing Harry did when he left the house was to go to the kitchen and ask himself what happened to those Lockhart books on the bookshelf, but it was Remus who gave him the answer.

"That," Remus put the bacon on the plate, thought for a while and said, "It seems that I launched a new chocolate in Diagon Alley, and I was holding a tasting event. He happened to pass by and I told him He took a piece, who knew that he took out a stack of books from his body and said to me that it was a thank you gift for delicious chocolates, and he gave it to me no matter how I refused. Then I thought I didn’t read it anyway, so I sent it to your mother, It just so happened that something in her garden was getting pests..."

"That one is still useful." Lily said from the side, "The rest of the books are like gifts."

"But I don't think Merlin knows how he can pack so many books on him." Remus handed Harry the plate of bacon and let him carry it into the house, "Rael, help me see the cake in the oven ’” Remus said to Regulus behind him.

"Just right," Regulus said.

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——Xiaoba responds to the occasion

Originally, I finished this chapter in the afternoon and wanted to write another chapter. I never expected to be dragged by my father to buy seeds on Taobao overnight. At ten o’clock, I sighed that today’s article was finished early, otherwise it would be miserable. beep beep

The name of the last chapter was spelled wrong, but no one told me, it’s so difficult that you usually focus on Neville, Harry, and Neville (laughing) Xiuwen is waving to me and saying that he is imminent, but I'm not lying down yet ready to cry

I secretly bought two beautiful-looking fleshy seeds among a large pile of chrysanthemum, carnation, and crabapple seeds. It is said that the seeds are not easy to grow, but I still can’t hold back QAQ. I hope my fleshy king can be like mine Wen also thrives!

☆、On holiday days Ⅱ

The weather in July was extremely clear, so clear that Harry felt that all the water vapor in the sky had been wiped out by the bright sun, so there was no cloud.The sky was as blue as the unknown flowers that had been blooming in the garden in the front yard. There was no cloud, which meant that there would be no shade for a while.

Harry walked out the back door with a large glass of watermelon juice and crushed ice in his hand.He thought he needed some sunshine and some air.It's been a week and a half since the holiday, and he stays at home every day, not wanting to go out, and having nowhere to go.

You mean Malfoy Manor?God, if Draco hadn't written to him saying that Lucius got the exact news that the Ministry of Magic was going to crack down on banned dark magic items, and he was going to clean up that Gringotts-like basement at home with his parents, so in the near future If he didn't have time to go out, Harry forgot that he could still go there to kill time.

Harry took a big gulp of watermelon juice, and the feeling of cooling from his mouth to his stomach calmed down his agitated appearance and heart a little.He crossed the lawn and sat down on the bench, setting the glass aside.

No one would have imagined a normal-looking Potter family's house if it wasn't for wizards, or actually visiting Godric's Hollow [-] and being lucky enough to visit the backyard of the owner's house-the backyard is actually a standard Specifications of the Quidditch pitch, thanks to Prongs who loves Quidditch madly and Lily who supports him no matter what, Padfoot and Moon Face.

Of course, as we said before, if it weren't for the wizard who was invited in as a guest, others would not see this place at all. Muggles walking through here can only see a grassy backyard.

Harry looked up at the three gold poles with rings on top to represent points, and at the broom shed in the corner—his Nimbus 2000 was in there, but he'd only met the James, Sirius, Regulus, and Remus played with it once, and never touched it again.

And in the following time, I don't know if the wizards are having a convulsion or the Ministry of Magic is convulsing, they are all so busy!On the other hand, the witches probably really had convulsions, which was evident from the fact that Lily went out after breakfast every day and didn't come back until dinner.

Harry never knew exactly where the potions Lily had made from the dangerous and non-dangerous plants in the yard were sold to.

Harry took a sip of iced watermelon juice angrily, and decided to go up and fly around with his Nimbus 2000, whether he was accompanied or not!

——Ten minutes later, Harry landed leisurely at the door of the broom house like wilted bristlegrass. God, he would never fly on a broomstick.

Harry walked back to the bench and picked up his glass, sighing resignedly.The glass was warm, and the ice in the watermelon juice disappeared, as if it had never been there.

Harry took a sip, and the taste was much weaker than before.

He returned to the house through the back door, turned into the kitchen first and poured the watermelon juice into the sink, and left the cup in the sink by the way to wash with the dishes at night.

When Harry was in school before, he never imagined that he would be like this when he came home. The whole house was his, but he had nothing to do all day long, and the only friend who could visit each other and go out together was still busy hiding evidence.

"Hi!" Harry saw Hedwig who was grooming each other with the sphinx on the shelf outside from the window, and Hedwig also saw him, looking at Harry with round orange eyes.Harry couldn't see what it was thinking.

Harry knocked on the window in the house, signaling Hedwig to stay there and wait for him.

"Well," said Harry, thinking that one of the benefits of being alone in the house was that he didn't have to hide what he was doing, and he didn't have to worry about getting into unnecessary trouble by talking to himself.He went back to his room and rummaged through the letter paper, sat at the desk and picked up a pen to brew up vocabulary, "Since I don't think anything is too boring for me, why don't I find something to do? For example, write a letter to Neville —even though I know 80.00% he won't receive it, but so what."

Oh, well, even though Harry knew that Neville might not receive the letter, he still had to consider the remaining 20.00%. As long as Neville had a slight chance of receiving the letter, then he couldn't Feel free to write.

Because he tried his best to think about most of the problems he might encounter, it took half an hour for Harry to finish this short three-line letter.Harry was really racking his brains, but he really had nothing to say.

"Well, I should pray now that I don't get an answer." Harry put the letter in an envelope, and just opened the door to entrust Hedwig with a heavy responsibility, when he looked up and saw his owl dangling from his beak. A big mouse was flapping its wings at him - it was still grooming just now!

"Thanks, Hedwig," Harry said insincerely, "Although no one makes me lunch now, and I'm too lazy to do it myself-but I can't shamelessly share the mouse you managed to catch... well I know You put it down."

Merlin!What on earth did I do to make it so misunderstood.

After Hedwig flew away with the letter in his mouth, Harry took the tail of the fat mouse that Hedwig left behind and sent it to the Sphinx: "Eat, Sphinx, I think you must be so big!" That's a lot to eat. As long as you don't tell Hedwig I'm giving away the food she gave me." The Sphinx happily grabbed the mouse in one bite. "But what can I do," Harry went on, "I can't eat...I can't return it to her, so she will think that I don't like the gift she gave me."

The letter to Neville was just as Harry thought it would be, and there was no reply until three days later.

"Although I don't know if Draco still remembers that I told him about Voldemort's diary, at least now I know that Dobby has already started to act." Harry closed his diary, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disbelief. With a good-hearted smile, "Sirius told me not to mix too much, but whatever, if I can just watch things happen and not mix, then I'm not Harry Potter."

But Harry Potter, who was determined to win, obviously didn't expect that neither Neville nor Dobby could do anything.His letter to Draco was as lost as his letter to Neville, probably without a single splash.

In this way, time flowed quietly, and more than half of July passed in a blink of an eye, and the end of the month was getting closer and closer.

"Harry," Lily asked from the kitchen, "How about some cookies? Mum's freshly baked—"

"Of course!" Harry lay on the bed, hurriedly picked up the "Gilderoy Lockhart Wandering with Werewolves" he threw on the ground and opened it, pretending to be very happy to read it.

The door was opened, and the whole room was filled with a sweet smell in an instant.

Harry took a deep breath and said appreciatively, "It's really delicious, Mom, you're getting better and better!"

"Isn't it because there is a little Harry who loves to eat?" Lily put a plate of cookies and a glass of iced watermelon juice on Harry's bedside table, "Harry, you are the hero."

"Oh, Mom..." Harry let out a groan, "I'm not even ashamed when you say that."

He picked up the watermelon juice and took a sip before lying back to the previous position.

Lily sat down on his bedside, gently stroking his messy black hair, while Harry pointed to a page of the book and smiled at her, "Mom, look at this, hahahaha..." Harry There were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"The books that Moony Face gave your father?" Lily looked at the cover of the book and curled her lips: "I read two pages of this book from other witches. Although there are some experiences and truths, I feel that it is more nonsense. Gossip, so it can only be used for fun." Finally, she looked at the photo of Gilderoy Lockhart blinking wildly with big white teeth on the cover, and said in a very incomprehensible tone, "I really don't know Those witches all like this guy, he's not as handsome as your father or Padfoot, and he doesn't even have the gentleness of Remus."

"But..." Lily rubbed his hair with a smile, "It's really good that Harry is so happy. Mom has always felt that you have been depressed recently. Now it seems that it is just my hallucination."

No, Mum... Harry thought to himself that he had an urge to tell everything, but he held back.

Harry picked up a cookie and took a bite.

"Then Harry, please read the joke book. Mom is out busy."

"Okay. The cookies are great, Mom." Harry said, holding the cookies and laughing.

The door closed softly.Harry immediately closed the book of unexplained jokes, pulled his diary from the drawer of the bedside table and pressed it against the hardcover, and produced a quill and a bottle of ink.

Harry dipped his ink, and the expression on his face didn't show a little bit of happiness before.

[Things are out of my control, neither Draco nor Neville.None of the letters I've sent have answered, and while there's a good explanation for all of this, the truth is like an explanation... I've got to find a way to get to Malfoy Manor.In any case, Lucius would not simply dispose of Voldemort's diary, so it is very likely that it is still in Malfoy Manor.I must try to find the diary first, and try to kill any plans involving Voldemort in the bud.Come on again, Merlin, if I don’t do this now, I think it’s hard for me to stop Ginny from awakening the basilisk and opening the Chamber of Secrets when the diary arrives at Hogwarts. After all, she doesn’t know me well, and I know she won’t answer a stranger For the "do you have an old diary, the one that can talk to you" kind of question. ]

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——Xiaoba Yingjing (I haven't looked through the book and documents for a long time)

Thank you to the mushroom fans who have been increasing the collection of the text, but I still want to ask for bubbling, your love is too silent.

(If I don’t save the manuscript, sooner or later, I will not post it before zero o’clock!!!! I must motivate (force) myself)

☆、On holiday daysⅢ

Harry couldn't deny that Voldemort's diary was now his obsession, even more than his own birthday.

But also, how can a birthday with cake, delicious food, gifts and family company, but once a year, in Harry's eyes, be better than destroying Voldemort's Horcrux step by step, and finally destroying Voldemort so that everyone can live a happy life? Don't worry anymore, the days when the scars won't hurt and the marks won't be hot are important.

Therefore, Harry, who was obsessed with Voldemort, didn't realize that July 7 was approaching on the night before his birthday, and he didn't go to bed until midnight when he read a book, completely unaware that he stepped on the dawn of his birthday.The unicorn decoration on the desk had quietly changed its posture as early as twelve o'clock, and at this time there were already gifts on the table at their home-they came from his family and friends.

At 31:[-] am on July [-]st, the cold air permeated the newly awakened Godric's Hollow. A three-story bus with gaudy colors but magnificent appearance stopped at Room [-] In front of him, came down from the inside a head full of light blond hair combed neatly, although his face was pale but not weak, although he looked only eleven or twelve years old, he was surprisingly handsome.He was wearing a long black retro-style coat on the outside, with a pattern mainly embroidered in silver and black and green on the left chest, and he was carrying a large gift box on his left arm.

Obviously, Draco had come to Harry's door so early in the morning to celebrate his birthday.

Draco opened the iron gate, walked through the cobblestone path, paused in front of the house door, coughed twice before knocking on the door lightly, the beeping sound echoed clearly among the dewy flowers.

It was Harry's mother who opened the door. She was surprised to see him, and he put on a polite smile.

"Hey, Draco, good morning. Come in quickly." After Ladraco entered the door, Lily found him special slippers, "Harry knows you must be very happy to come, you don't know how depressed he was a while ago, I asked him why he didn't come to play with you, and he said in a very complaining tone, 'he's a busy man'." Lily imitated Harry's tone, and then laughed happily.

Draco stood there in embarrassment, and Lily patted Draco's shoulder while smiling, which made him feel the difference between his mother and Harry's mother again.

"Are you done with your homework now?" Lily asked him,

"Yes." Draco replied softly, "I also brought Harry some books that he would like."

"Oh, that's right." Lily clenched her right fist and hit her left palm, as if thinking of something, the next second Draco felt as if an explosion magic was cast in his ear, "Baby Harry, Draco I’m here to play with you, get up quickly!!!”

"Okay, it's time for him to wake up now, go to Harry's room and play with him, and I'll make breakfast for you."

Seeing the back of Draco walking towards Harry's room, Lily glanced sideways at James who came out of the kitchen and was cracking eggs with a bowl in his hand: "Honey, what do you think of that child?"

"It looks like a copy of Lucius, but his personality may be a combination of him and Narcissa." James stirred in the bowl with an eggbeater, "But this kid seems to have changed after staying in Hogwarts for a year. Quite a bit, looks grown up."

"Yeah," Lily nodded, "it looks like it's over five feet."

"..." James thought for a while but didn't say what he meant. He actually meant that Draco looked a lot more mature, not about his height. After all, Lily has been feeling that Harry's development is a bit slow recently.

Draco knocked on the door politely first, and then pushed open the door and walked in after a vague "Come in" came from inside.

The room was dark, the heavy curtains were dutifully blocking out the sun, and Draco could clearly see Harry sitting on the bed with the quilt on his lap through the light coming in from the door, his hair was disheveled and his face was uncovered. Glasses, the collar of the pajamas was open, and the state of the whole person was obviously awakened from his sleep by Lily's shout.

"...Draco?" Harry tilted his head and squinted his eyes in the direction of the door, and his green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"Good morning, Harry." Draco looked at Harry's current state, wondering if he said good morning too early.

"Morning." Harry yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "Do you want to, um, sleep a little longer? I can share half of my bed with you."

Draco looked at Harry's bed which would be very spacious for the two of them, thought for a while and shook his head and refused: "Go to sleep, I'll just do something here."

"It's up to you." Harry leaned back, his head fell directly on the soft pillow, "pull the curtains, otherwise it will be inconvenient to stay here..."

"Okay..." Draco closed the door, and the room was plunged into darkness again. He called Harry softly, but no one answered.Draco stood by the door for a while, and after his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, he went to the desk and sat down on the chair.

Draco didn't go to draw the curtains, but turned on the lamp on Harry's desk, and under the warm yellow light of the lamp, he randomly picked out a book he was interested in on the bookshelf and read it casually.The atmosphere gave him a sense of confusion between day and night, as if he had returned to his days in the cellar.

About 10 minutes later, Lily knocked on the door and wanted to ask them to eat, but when she opened the door and saw a dark room and the light in front of the desk, she fell silent.In her eyes, all of this seems to have gone out of the scope of the word "tolerance among friends", and as a mother, she can't understand why another child would behave so tolerantly towards her own child—a normal man Should children get along by calling people regardless of 21 [-]?

"Want something to eat?" she asked Draco softly, and the kid gave her a decent smile before politely saying he had already eaten.

"Okay," Lily felt that was all she could say, "then I won't call Harry for now, and you two can eat together after he wakes up."

Lily closed the door softly, walked to the living room and said to James who was sitting on the sofa reading the Daily Prophet, "What do you think of Draco?"

Wasn't this question asked just now?James turned over the newspaper and said casually, "It's pretty good. I didn't look closely at the station until today and found out that it's quite tall. I think I can catch up with Lucius in the future."

"...Okay." Lily responded casually, yelling in my heart that what I asked was not about my height, is it okay?But in this way, this matter is temporarily exposed.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when Harry woke up, and the room was not so dark anymore.He stretched out on the bed, and the sound in his throat was like a cat's comfortable purring.Harry moved around on the bed again to stretch his muscles and bones, then got out of bed and walked to the window, "wow—" and opened the curtains.

The sun shines in all of a sudden, and the whole room is brightened up.

Harry pushed open the window, smelling the fresh lawn outside, couldn't help stretching again, "What a beautiful day." He yawned and said vaguely.

"Indeed, it looks much warmer outside now than at six o'clock in the morning, and there is no annoying morning fog."

Harry turned his head a little stiffly, and saw Draco sitting in a chair and looking at him leisurely - in his room, sitting on his chair, with his books spread out on the desk.

"So I wasn't dreaming this morning?" Harry asked a silly question that made him want to put a lucid spell on his head.

"Obviously not." Draco took off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger behind the door. Harry glanced at it and said, "I can feel the complexity of your family's crest even without glasses."

"Please describe it with ancient refinement, just like how I describe your golden bird that has been sleeping." Draco said methodically.

Harry rolled his eyes a little: "Is it Jin Snidget?"

"Will you take a shower and change?" Draco decisively decided to change the subject, "It's already noon, Sirius and the others will be here in a while."

"Huh?" Harry was puzzled. "They, are they all of them? What day is it? Why—"

Draco sighed weakly, and finally the expression on his face turned into a wry smile: "What do you think I came to you early in the morning for? Haven't seen you for a long time?" He looked at Harry and nodded. With a serious face, he suddenly realized that he couldn't find a better explanation, "Okay, okay, I miss you very much." Draco compromised under Harry's green eyes, as if Those eyes became more difficult to refuse without the shade of glasses, "But it really surprises me that you don't know what day it is..." Harry nodded seriously again to prove that he really didn't know.

"Okay," Draco gave in again, "do you know what day it is today?"

"Today?" Harry walked to the desk and planned to look at the calendar, "Today is July... the 31st?!" Harry looked at the date on the calendar and the man was petrified, he repeated in surprise, "July 31! Today is my birthday!"

"Hmm." Draco shrugged, "Actually, if you didn't get up too late, then you should have known. Lily's mother put the gift under your bed when I came, and she complained to me about you yesterday. It was too late to sleep at night, and she didn't even have a chance to come in."

Harry scratched the bridge of his nose, not knowing what to say.

"So I think you shouldn't be here now, but you should go take a shower." Draco stood up and stretched his shoulders. "Also, I want to say that you have a few book covers on your shelf that are really magical."

Harry opened the door, turned his head and said seriously: "Believe me, you will find him even more magical in the future."

And today is definitely the most magical birthday Harry has ever had in his life. Its magical level is close to his previous 11th birthday, and it is even more funny and scary.You must know that not all birthday stars will meet relatives and friends who open the door with gifts when they are wearing pajamas and going to take a shower.

Think of how many 12-year-old children will forget their birthdays, think of Sirius' playful smile at the living room door, and how many conversations this incident will bring... Harry couldn't help shivering, He rushed into the bathroom with the chicken coop head.

However, although the birthday star spent half of the time sleeping, everyone still had a good time in the remaining half of the time.

Especially after Harry blows out the birthday candles (Happy 12th Birthday to Harry written on the cake with strawberry jam), because once the candles on the cake are blown out, it represents the start of the cream rubbing activity, before Harry blows out the candles He was ready to escape under the table, but his father, who knew the tricks well, didn't give him this chance.

But what made Harry even happier was what Lily said after dinner: "Draco will stay here tonight, let Harry go to your house with you tomorrow, so that the two of us can enjoy our long-lost two world," she teased Harry.

There was booing at the dinner table, and Harry pretended to be sad and said that he had only been back for a month.

——But go to Malfoy Manor, maybe after this trip, the plan will take a big step forward.Harry thought excitedly.

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——Xiao Hachi who thinks he wants to become a sentence hand

I'm still in debt QAQ

☆、On holiday daysⅣ

Sometimes Harry really can't imagine that there are only three people living in a house as big as Malfoy Manor, well, even if you can add some house elves, it's too empty, right?Especially at night, the corridors and stairs are long and dark, the whole house is like Hogwarts, and unlike Hogwarts, there is a constant light in every corridor.

From the first day of August, Harry stayed at Malfoy Manor for a full week.Every morning after the old grandfather clock in the hall "dangdang" struck nine times, the whole Malfoy Manor belonged to him and Draco, and the elves would serve exquisite and nutritious meals when they needed them And all kinds of delicious snacks, you can casually read the books collected by the Malfoy family. Harry thinks that most of them should belong to the first district in Hogwarts, but most of their appeal lies in this.

If the sun is not so strong one afternoon, they will go out and fly twice.Harry had asked Draco when they gnawed together on the ice after landing