[Deha] World Starlight

Whether he wanted to join the Quidditch team after school, Draco's answer was ambiguous, making Harry feel that he didn't seem to be interested in that.This knowledge made Harry a little puzzled, after all, Draco had spared no expense to get into the Slytherin team before.

But this question didn't bother Harry for too long, because he had more important things to do, such as find a chance to talk to Dobby.

Harry had given up on that goal around the third day, he had never seen an elf in Malfoy Manor, not even a tip of an ear.Even if he used the toilet or drinking water as an excuse to sneak downstairs, sat at the dining table and waited for the elves to show up and bring breakfast-well, it was just Harry's imagination, because their breakfast appeared suddenly On the table, just like Hogwarts.

Harry thinks elves are creatures that can drive people crazy, and while they're good, they're much harder to deal with!He asked Draco why he couldn't see the elf when he was eating, but Draco raised his eyebrows, looked at Harry with a surprised expression that he couldn't understand, and replied, "Can you see the elves?" No wonder any wizard would want to hang out with them - well, except my cousin Sirius Black."

"Er," said Harry hesitantly, "but I saw it when I was a kid, don't you remember? It's in your room."

Draco took a leisurely sip of milk: "Oh, that," he said, "and not long after that my dad forbade house-elves from showing up unless we summoned them. But if there's nothing inconvenient to do Who will call them out?"

Harry took a sip of milk mixed with bitter water and swallowed it down. Since he couldn't find anything to continue, he wisely stopped talking about this topic.

Harry couldn't find the black leather diary he was familiar with on all the bookshelves, and when he couldn't find Dobby, Harry decided to succumb to fate and try the night search again.For this reason, he specially put the invisible clothes in his change of clothes and brought them with him.

So, on a night that was no different from usual, Harry quietly went out while Draco was asleep, but after closing the door with the invisibility cloak on the door mask, he found that the road ahead was pitch black... like As we described it at the beginning, although Malfoy Manor is an ancient manor with a long history and family inheritance, it is more of a family. Think about it, who still leaves so many lights when they sleep at night, and there is one Two wall lamps are enough!

Harry stood at the door for 5 minutes to get used to it before he could faintly see something. He struggled for three seconds between moving forward and turning around to go back to sleep, and resolutely set foot on the way to Master Malfoy's study.You must know that Harry has made a lot of guesses about the "place where those things can be properly placed" in Draco's mouth. Although he knows that there is a basement under the hall or somewhere, there should be some artifacts there. As for the more precious ones There must be other places where things are stored—then the most reliable guess is that it is in the master's study, and no one is qualified or allowed to enter.

As for things like qualifications and permission, wizards most often use spells and blood, and who can guarantee that the study of the head of the Malfoy family is not protected by a complicated spell or other things?As long as it wasn't by blood, Harry guaranteed that he would have a chance to get in, even if the price was a warning letter from the Department of Prohibiting the Misuse of Magic.

"It's about trying," Harry thought under the cloak, "and I never thought it would be easy."

Not knowing if it was Merlin's blessing, Harry groped in the dark, but he didn't make too much noise until he found the study.

The two doors of the study room were tightly closed, and half of the Malfoy family crest was on each door. It was intricate but tightly stitched. It looked like the complete family crest was nailed to a room that would never be opened. On the door.

Harry pursed his lips. Although he made the worst guess in his heart, he still stretched out his hand unwillingly, spread it out at a fistful distance from the clan emblem, and quietly felt something.

——Powerful and complicated magic fluctuations are tightly packed together like wool balls, and three of them are constantly wandering. When they are inadvertently entangled together, they will emit stronger fluctuations.

"Blood," Harry said softly, withdrawing his hand at the same time.

Another 10 minutes later, Harry sighed and took off the Invisibility Cloak in front of Draco's room, thinking that this night with only a little adventure would finally end without a problem, but he didn't expect that the biggest scare was waiting for him behind the door.

The bedside light was on, it was on every night, but at this time it seemed to be brighter than usual.Harry looked at the light shining through the crack of the door with some doubts, thinking maybe he didn't pay attention before or he was thinking too much now?He opened the door lightly and walked in, but stayed at the door as soon as he entered the room.

"Back?" Draco was leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through a book by the light.Harry found that he was always reading, at school, at his house, and now.

Draco tilted his head and glanced at Harry, seeing him standing there blankly, he didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused and said with a smile, "Come in, it's still quite cold outside."

"... Oh." Harry closed the door, and he didn't have to worry about making a sound when he closed the door carefully.

"Well, did you find what you were looking for?" Draco closed the book and put it on the bedside table, crossing his hands on the quilt, "Let me guess, is it an elf or a diary? Maybe both , or maybe you didn’t find it.”

Harry stood in front of the door, his whole body was cold, and he held the Invisibility Cloak tightly in his right hand, which made Draco frown.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask you." Draco said, patted the place next to him casually, raised his eyebrows at Harry, "Go to bed, don't you feel cold down there?"

Harry is like a puppet at the moment, Draco gives him a command and he has an action.When he climbed onto the bed, Draco touched his arm, and his already frowning brows became even tighter, "Your arms are so cold, the cold outside is sticking to you and brought back."

Harry smiled wryly twice, and after a while he lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I won't do this again."

"Nothing?" Draco frowned, looking at Harry with a smile, "Won't you sneak out in the middle of the night to find elves for supper?"

Harry sighed again, feeling ashamed of Draco, both his trust and his friendship...but he couldn't stop himself from looking for any small solution.

"No matter what it is, it won't happen." Harry finally could only say this sentence dryly to express his determination.

"You don't have to do this, Harry." Under the light, Draco's light blonde hair fused into a color that made Harry feel very warm, a kind of warmth that could dispel the chill on his body, and Draco Keman's trusting eyes also made him feel very warm. It is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words... It's like being in an extremely dangerous situation, but knowing that there is someone standing behind you unconditionally Believe in you, protect the same feeling as you.

"I won't ask you any more," Draco said, raising his hand to rub Harry's hair, "because I'm sure you'll tell me all about it one day. Right, Harry."

"Well, I promise you," said Harry solemnly.

"That's because you are so sincere," Draco said jokingly, "Then let me tell you about the diary I helped you pay attention to, the one you asked me about at school."

"What?" Harry was a little taken aback, his voice getting louder uncontrollably.

"Hush—" Draco raised his finger and compared his lips, "I'm sure there's no such thing in Malfoy Manor, not anywhere else, not in the basement used to "hide things", as for the study Is it there—at least I haven't seen it."

Harry pondered for a moment, guessing that Voldemort's diary might be with Lucius or hid somewhere else, after all he should have started that plan by now...to get rid of Voldemort's hot potato.

At the beginning, he may have not told Sirius about the diary out of some scruples, nor did he let his family know, but the Malfoy family is on the list of Death Eaters after all.The recent frequent inspections have already made Lucius flustered. If he can no longer cover up this thing that belongs to Voldemort, the whole family may be in crisis—I just don’t know if this diary will come to Ginny again by chance. on hand.

"It's okay, I figured it out." Harry fell silent after saying this, he didn't know what else to say.If he couldn't tell Draco what the diary was, then he wouldn't have much to say.

"So you can't tell me about this diary?" Draco said lightly, but Harry noticed that the look in his eyes was a little dim.

"...Sorry." Harry felt more and more guilty.

Draco patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said he didn't care: "Okay, let's not worry about this matter anymore, okay. It's very late now, if you don't sleep, you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning gone."

Harry nodded stiffly, lay down in the blanket filled with Draco's body temperature, and after saying goodnight to each other, Draco helped Harry put the glasses on the bedside table and dimmed the bedside lamp.

Ten minutes later, Harry didn't know if it was because he had been tense several times that night, so he quickly fell asleep, while Draco looked at Harry's sleeping face under the soft light, Uncontrollably, he began to think about things related to that diary.

Tattered black cover with faded date...

☆, on holiday days V

Harry said goodbye to Draco and went home one fine afternoon after staying at Malfoy Manor for a whole week.Even though he had told Draco in advance that he was going home today, the lonely expression on Draco's face when he was leaving still made him feel like a sinner who left Draco alone. The empty Malfoy Manor.

"See you in Diagon Alley, please," said Harry briskly. "I think the letter from school is coming soon."

Draco nodded, putting his hands casually in his trouser pockets.Such actions make him look handsome.

"I don't really like staying at home," Draco said, looking at Harry. "You know, the feeling of being alone in the house is like the Unforgivable Curse." Harry nodded, thinking Then he said something, but he didn't expect that Draco's next words would change direction, "I'll give you a ride, anyway, I have nothing else to do."

Harry waved his hands quickly after hearing this, and said, "I just need to walk a short distance, and then take out my wand and the knight bus will pick me up." Harry gave Draco a hug , "If you send me there, I still have to worry about whether you will get home, don't you think so?"

"Of course not, this is too exaggerated!" Harry himself denied it in his heart, still looking at Draco with a smile on his face.

"Okay," Draco shrugged and gave in, "then you should be careful, and we will make an appointment to go to Diagon Alley when the letter arrives."

Harry smiled and waved to him. After saying goodbye to each other, Harry turned and walked down the steps. When he reached the iron gate, he turned around and waved to Draco again.

Draco was still leaning against the door, watching Harry's back until he was out of his view.

Harry got home around 12:30 and James and Lily were away, which was exactly what Harry wanted.Almost eagerly, he rummaged through the living room to find the letter envelope, ink it up, but calmed down when he was about to write the first letter.

[Dear Padfoot. ]

He wrote the beginning of this letter.

[I don't know where the noseless diary went. According to common sense, he should be honestly in Malfoy Manor - but Lucius never told anyone else about its existence, so the diary is no longer He's quite reasonable there.

I'm a little bewildered, wondering if he's going to throw that hot diary out in Diagon Alley - can only hope for the Hogwarts owl to come soon.

Ps: I think it's hard for me to hide anymore, especially in Malfoy Manor Draco found me out in the middle of the night but didn't ask anything, and said he could wait until I was willing to speak.

I really admire you, Padfoot, how did you endure those times?

love you harry]

This letter was carefully sealed by Harry in an envelope that had been glued several times, and Hedwig flew halfway across the city to deliver it to Sirius.

After reading the letter, Sirius picked up a quill and wrote a brief reply letter, and let Hedwig fly.

After that, he lit the letter from Harry at the window, his deep eyes filled with tenderness.

"Harry, you're only a child," he said with a sigh, before the last bits of ash fell to the ground.

Harry opened the letter, and a line of words that caught his eyes made him laugh: "You really know how to comfort me, godfather."

[Rome was not built in a day. ]

On an ordinary Monday in mid-August, Harry came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and yawned. The first thing he did after sitting in the chair was to drink the milk in front of him.

"Good morning, son." James looked up at Harry from the newspaper, "Is there any result after drinking milk for so long, did you draw a line on the door frame?"

"Rome wasn't built in a day, Dad." Harry put his glass down and started eating his omelet and sausage, "Like the book I read for three days, it's not like a summer of drinking Milk will show results."

There was a malicious smile on the corner of James' mouth, "Really, but your father and I are nearly six feet tall when you are your age. You are still far behind."

"So you are only six feet tall without shoes." Harry took a bite off half of the bread and swore to James, "Look, old Potter! The final winner must be me."

James Sr. Porter could only silently pick up the newspaper and continue reading under his son's "fierce" eyes, feeling extremely desolate.

"A letter from the school." Lily, who was picking up flowers and plants in the garden outside, opened the door and walked in. She was opening a yellow parchment envelope with green letters in her hand.Harry's first sight was the Hogwarts crest on the envelope.

"When I was in school, I felt that it was not easy to send so many letters every year, owls and professors," James said behind the newspaper.

"The start of school is still the old time, the old place, the old rules," Lily ignored James, and shook out another letter, "The main thing is to look at the new year's book list, oh——!"

Harry looked up at Lily, wondering why reading a letter still made her make noises like she was sick.

"There is only one textbook! It is the most basic and necessary "Standard Spells, Level [-]"!" Lily almost roared, her hands shaking while holding the letter, apparently unable to understand the existence of the remaining titles on the book list meaning, "Listen to what's left! Breaking with the Banshee, by Gilderoy Lockhart - Gilderoy Lockhart! Seven books!" Every time Lily read Gilderoy When Droy Lockhart wrote these words, she couldn't help but increase her volume. By the time she finished reading all of Lockhart's books, Harry and James had already covered their ears for a long time.

Lily looked helplessly at the father and son at the dinner table, and shook the letter in her hands to signal them to finish reading it.

"That what Delo, maybe the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the school is his admirer—" James took his hands from his ears, guessing, "Maybe it's a witch."

Harry stuffed the last bite of intestines into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I think the biggest possibility is that - the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Lockhart himself. Just look at the book list, how is this?" Good sales method, the entire Hogwarts students are buying his books, or a whole set! No need to guess that the next bestseller will definitely be his first."

"But there is one more good news," Harry stood up, picked up his plate and cup and walked towards the kitchen, "that is, I don't have to go to Lihen Bookstore to buy these books, because they are on my bookshelf."

"Harry, when do you want to come over?"

"Wednesday," Harry replied, putting the dishes in the sink.

Harry wrote Draco a letter after breakfast, agreeing to go to Diagon Alley together on Wednesday, and after Hedwig flew away with the letter, he asked James how to go to Diagon Alley this year, is he still a Floo fan?

"No, Harry." After James and Lily looked at each other, they said guiltily, "Because Dad has been busy recently, so I'm afraid it's just you and Mom this time." Harry said a little disappointed that it doesn't matter , but his disappointment only lasted as short as after saying the words "it's okay", because what James said next really excited him, and basically fulfilled one of his wishes.

"Because only you and your mother are going, so your mother decided to go to Diagon Alley with you in a very different way, that is—" James said that it was a trick, and under Harry's expectant eyes He held back for a long time before continuing, "Take the subway!"

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, "It's so handsome!"

"Mom has always wanted to try taking the subway to Diagon Alley." Lily was very satisfied with Harry's reaction, "Although I haven't taken the subway for a long time, I think it's very easy after studying the route map. We just need to go out Just find the subway station in the valley and get off at the station closest to the Pig’s Head Bar, I’ve already figured it out.”

Harry suddenly felt that the phrase "I haven't been on the subway for a long time" in his mother's mouth was not credible. You must know that she was not born when the Muggles were building the subway in full swing, and the subway had already been repaired when she was born. Well, although maybe she doesn't use the subway much after going to Hogwarts.And Harry couldn't believe the idea that "sometimes wizards also think that the subway is more convenient and easy to use than Apparation".Think about the scene when Hagrid took him on the subway before, it was like a nightmare, especially when Hagrid was stuck by the subway ticket gate.The sight of him yelling about how narrow the seat is, how slow the car is, and how his gigantic size draws attention is nothing compared to this.

But even though his heart was full of small bubbles of worry, Harry couldn't help but look forward to the subway trip two days later, because he believed that his mother would be much more reliable than his father.

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Those who can fight back to back only have partners

——Sentence hand eight

↑, when I wrote this sentence, I thought of Conan's Cyan Bi's Coffin, Conan's life pit, the largest series in his lifetime.

Then I really don't know anything about chess so I'm sorry I couldn't involve Harry, but it's nice to highlight Gryffindor and Slytherin in this way hehe.Bingqi is a pawn, and I use it because I think it sounds more handsome.Also, in the book, the White Queen gave Ron the last blow with a stone hand, and Ron didn't ride a horse. Here is a reference to the movie [-], because Ron is still more handsome on a horse, like a real knight!Of course he is the real knight in the Trapdoor: Wizard Chess plot!

In addition, I really don't know what the White Queen is holding in Movie 233333333, is it a longer and thinner hammer? [-] Laughing non stop

☆, in the situation Ⅰ

At around 08:30 on Wednesday morning, after the three members of the Porter family had a breakfast of honey buns and sausages together, they rarely went out together.They hugged and said goodbye at the intersection, and then the tall Potter man turned and walked towards the alley with a few shops.When he walked past the stacked fruit boxes outside a fruit shop, he suddenly disappeared from view like dust being blown away by the wind.

The red-haired, green-eyed Potter mistress watched her husband disappear with a smile, then smiled down at the dark-haired boy next to her and said, "Harry, I'm so envious of your dad being able to Apparate to work. Oh , but I think one of the ways they got into the Ministry of Magic is quite unacceptable, and your father never took that way, because I was afraid I would not let him in the house when he came back."

Harry, the boy in the Potter family, is a very well-behaved and sensible child. Except for a slightly shorter nose and the same pair of green eyes as his mother, he basically inherited his father's appearance, the most notable of which is his A mess of unruly hair.As a 12-year-old boy, he looks a little thin, his hands outside the sleeves look slender and well-defined, and his face is probably the only part of his body that feels a little fleshy.Maybe it's because of the baby fat that hasn't faded yet, but he still looks cute.

At this moment Harry thought about the time he went to the Ministry of Magic on the toilet (it was not a good memory), and decided to change the subject, so he looked up at his mother and asked: "So how do we go? Shall we go to the subway station first?"

"That's right!" Lily said happily. "To be honest, it's been a long time since I went out like a normal person. I don't apparate, I don't use a broom or a portkey! After graduating from Hogwarts, I didn't even go out on the train. Haven't flown before - yes, we flew out last Christmas."

Hearing this, Harry uncontrollably began to worry about the rest of his journey.Although he still trusts his mother emotionally, he is fundamentally a rational person.

Although their home is not that close to the nearest subway station and the road conditions are a bit complicated, the journey to the subway station went smoothly, because Lily took out her wand at the first fork, and then touched half of her body with her hand. The wands were all hidden under the sleeves, and a guiding magic was cast.

"Thanks to Merlin, my mother still remembers that she is a witch." Harry once again spurned the law that underage wizards cannot use magic. Of course, the reason why he was so angry was because he was a Harry Potter in his body , proficient in magic, all subjects, um, can graduate smoothly.

In London, the well-connected subway transports passengers to every corner of the city and wherever they want to go, but sometimes they need to reverse.

Lily bought a ticket, took Harry through the subway ticket gate, and got on the train.She maintained a very excited state along the way, and talked with Harry about the speed of the subway with great interest. When she said that she thought the subway was running like an old comet, many people around laughed!Of course, the people around obviously didn't know that this was not a cold joke. The reason they smiled and looked at Lily was more because she was really a beautiful and elegant lady.

Obviously, Lily's state also directly affected Harry, and her performance all the way with ease, made Harry believe her rationally.

Of course, he didn't doubt Lily before, but just thinking about the ignorance of all the wizards he knew about the Muggle world, how could he believe that Lily could understand the ever-changing Muggle technology.

Perhaps the appearance of sentences such as "good spirits do not work bad spirits" or "whatever you think is bad" is not without some prophetic meaning. Half an hour later, Harry bowed down under Merlin's pants. At this time He is in one of the hundreds of underground stations in London, and this one is still a strange one.

If you want to talk about this incident seriously, you have to recall it from 3 minutes ago. At that time, the subway slowed down and was about to stop and announced the station. Harry was so focused on Diagon Alley that he didn’t pay attention to it, but kept observing Lily, who was looking inside the subway and observing the station outside while it was parked, noticed something was wrong.She recalled the name of the station she had just heard, frowned and took out a map of the London subway from her bag—then, in about a few seconds, Lily grabbed the map with one hand and pulled Harry from the He rushed out of the car door, and coincidentally, the car door closed before they stood still, and Lily had no chance of regretting it.

"Okay Mom," Harry said helplessly, rubbing his wrists, "can you tell me what happened? We shouldn't be there yet..."

Lily shook the map and looked at it carefully while drawing a few strokes with her finger: "It's true that we didn't arrive," she said indifferently, "Now we need to take the return bus to go back to the previous stop, then reverse another train, and then we will go You can sit on your seat and wait for your arrival."

"Waiting for the stop." Harry repeated imitating Lily's tone expressionlessly, then lowered his head weakly under Lily's bright smile.

—Draco shouldn’t be angry if he’s a little late.Harry thought uncertainly in his mind.

Finally, the sun was barely visible as Lily and Harry climbed down the malfunctioning escalator to an ordinary street full of shops and people bustling with Muggles.They made their way through the crowd, past bookstores, record stores, burger joints, movie theaters that Harry felt a little familiar but didn't, and finally stopped in front of a dirty, cramped bar that Harry would never forget.

"Here we are," said Lily, pushing open the door. "The Leaky Cauldron. A very famous place."

Harry's first impression when he walked in was that the place was still dark and dirty.Following in Lily's footsteps, he squeezed between the small round table and the old wizard's feet, and walked directly to the bar: "Long time no see, old Tom." Lily patted the one who was focused on wiping the wine glass with a rag that looked dirtier than the wine glass. Bar keeper.

"Hey," the bar owner thought for a while before he remembered who the lady in front of him was, "Lily! It's been a long time, why are you here today?"

Wrapping Harry in her arms, Lily said, "Take my son to Diagon Alley. The Potter family is committed to trying things they haven't tried, so we came here on the Tube."

"Cool!" Tom put down his glass, "I have to admit, there are some things about Muggles that are really wonderful."

Lily nodded in agreement.

After 10 minutes of reminiscing (they also talked about James), Lily finally led Harry across the bar to the small courtyard with only four walls except for a trash can and some weeds.

Lily raised her eyebrows at Harry, beckoning him to concentrate on watching, then took out her wand and tapped on some bricks: "Look, Harry."

Just like in Harry's memory, the brick struck by the wand shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became bigger and bigger. After a while, a wide archway appeared in front of them. A winding cobblestone street stretches far away, lined with distinctive shops on both sides.

"Welcome," Lily said, leaning sideways and stretching out her right hand, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Harry looked at everything in front of him, and his heart was filled with sweet and sour emotions.When they had come down the archway to the cobblestone path, Harry turned sideways and looked back to see that the archway narrowed and then became a solid wall again.

He turned his head, and the bright sunlight fell on a stack of pots outside the nearest store, and a point of light in the shape of a cross appeared on the edge of the pot.The point of light seemed to reflect off his glasses and then shine into his eyes.

—Okay, okay, Harry thought in his heart, as long as he arrived safely.

As early as Harry was still sitting in the car, Draco and Lucius had already walked out of Diagon Alley. The father and son had the same pale pointed face, cold gray eyes, and the same light blond hair All spotless, as if you've never been in that Bokin Burke store that's more dusty than what it sells.

Lucius led Draco through the crowd towards the Quidditch boutique, the unhappiness evident in Draco's eyes just a little less on the way.

"A Nimbus 2000?" Lucius asked without looking back.

"Obviously Nimbus has a better model, so why wouldn't I." Draco lifted his chin towards the window of the Quidditch boutique, where a broom that was nothing like the Nimbus 2000 was on display.

Its color is not the natural waxed wood color of the Nimbus 2000, but the whole body is pitch black.Its broom handle is not more or less bent and twisted like other brooms, but straight from head to tail, and even its broom tail feels like the tip of an arrow.

"I haven't asked yet," Lucius said slowly. "Are you and Harry planning to join the Quidditch team?"

"Who knows." Draco said, pushing open the door of the Quidditch boutique, imitating Lucius, "but if you want them all, it's up to you. What I want has never been let when giving it to someone else."

Lucius sneered: "Then what if your skills are not as good as someone else's?"

"Father, listen to what you said, are those things in our house not good enough for others to take away?" Draco replied without looking back, "As for what I want, heh, as long as Malfoy If you want what you want, you will definitely get it. Isn’t that what you taught me too.”

Lucius looked at the closed door in front of him, and finally couldn't help laughing, so that there were a few shallow lines in the corners of his eyes, which deepened the smile.

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Somebody has to be willing to stay behind the scenes, even if not as a hero

——Xiaoba← This sentence is actually my positioning of Harry, lol

When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly thought that when Hermione took Ron out, if Ron was still in a coma and there were so many levels ahead of her—

According to the description of the white queen beating Ron in the book, it seems that the child will definitely not wake up for a while =.=, but Hermione still wakes him up, this is the power of love

But I still feel that those things in the history of magic level are difficult to get out and it is more troublesome

But people's eyes are usually concentrated in front of the screen, right?laugh

☆, in the situation Ⅱ

Harry bought two large boxes of vanilla hazelnut ice cream and a box of strawberry peanut butter ice cream when passing by Florin's ice cream. He handed the strawberry box to Lily when he came out, and was very happy to see the smile on her face : "Where to go first? To find Draco?" Lily asked while taking the ice cream.

"Well, let's go to the Lihen Bookstore first." Harry looked at the two boxes of ice cream left in his hand, one of which he wanted to please Draco, because the subway was slower than he expected and unexpected circumstances caused He arrived more than half an hour later than the agreed time.To be honest, Harry was still a little worried. Although he knew there was nothing to worry about, he just felt that something was going to happen.

They walked towards Lihen Bookstore, but the closer they got to the bookstore, the more people there were. In the end, Lily was a little surprised to find a large group of people crowded outside the store, as if all the students and their parents had poured into the bookstore together.But she soon found out that was not the case, because she saw the big banner upstairs: Gilderoy Lockhart autographed sale of autobiography "