[Deha] World Starlight

The book on the coffee table looks very old, with a complex magic circle pattern drawn on the cover, "I have this idea—not to mention that I just tell them the existence of this road, and I can't interfere with them." final decision."

"But since I know, I should tell them."

"After all, everything has not reached the point of no return." Harry tilted his head and looked out the foggy window, "Although the world always tells me, there are still many things that cannot be changed..."

"Don't think about that, okay?" James patted Harry on the shoulder, "We've done our best."

"I know," said Harry, "that no amount of protection can completely counter someone's determination to kill you...let alone Voldemort and the Death Eaters."

That night, Harry neatly folded the jeans and coats he and Draco were going to wear tomorrow and put them on the bedside, and pressed the prepared caps on top of the clothes.He looked up at the door...Draco was taking a shower in the bathroom, he could hear the faint sound of water.

Harry thought for a while, and then closed the drawer he had just opened tightly. After a hard cover notebook slid inside, the whole space returned to darkness.

But within a few seconds, the light illuminated the small space again, a hand reached in and took out the notebook, opened it and placed it on the bedside table, dipped the quill into the ink and began to write quickly...

From the moment he had this idea, Harry wrote down dozens of conjectures and plans in this diary in almost detail. Today, he wrote down the most important step of the plan he finally made - the flight to Berlin, Germany and time.

[...Tomorrow, after we get off the plane, we will find an opportunity to take out the car, and then compare the map to find Nurmengard (I hope the map is reliable and the saints in Germany don't care about someone driving to the wilderness known as the forbidden area), I've got my head full of rhetoric, I'm all set now, and I just hope he's really on Dumbledore's side. ]

Harry stopped writing and listened to the sound of the water, making sure that the sound, albeit faint, was still going on, before dipping his ink again.

[Whatever it turns out to be... do it, Harry.I just think so, if there must be some unknown in the future, I hope that it will push everything to be discovered in a better way. ]

Draco wiped his hair and went back to the room and was about to speak when he found that Harry was already asleep on the bed, and the bright light gave his face a soft halo like a child's.Draco looked at the clothes on the bedside, smiled and helped Harry take off his glasses.

While lying on the bed, Draco was already thinking about what kind of trip he would have from tomorrow... Oh, although this trip was obviously full of step-by-step tasks, he couldn't help but start looking forward to it.

Not long after two children about to venture into sleep in Godric's Hollow, many miles away, in the charming village of Budley Barberton, a house that was supposed to be unoccupied - the owner of the house went to Vacationing in the Canary Islands, completely unaware that their house looked like it had been hit by a terrorist attack.

Nor would it have seemed as though a devastating terrorist attack could have brought the house back to comfort with just a "reset".Likewise, they won't know that a wizard has frozen their burglar alarm and briefly (without the owner's permission) borrowed their house until they're done with their wonderful vacation.

The whole village will not know that tonight, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world, and Neville Longbottom, the boy who survived the catastrophe, walked into the village, wanting to Win an old friend back to teach at Hogwarts.

——But working at Hogwarts at this time is tantamount to publicly declaring that I support the Order of the Phoenix!Although I believe their bravery and admiration, I'm not a person who likes their mortality very much--

——You just come to teach at Hogwarts, you don't have to join the Order of the Phoenix.Most of the teachers weren't members of the Order of the Phoenix, and none of them were killed...unless, of course, you count Quirrell, but he deserved it, because he worked for Voldemort.And I think, well, a lot of people know that as long as Dumbledore is Headmaster, the staff at the school are safer than most.It was said that he was the only one Voldemort was afraid of, wasn't he?

Harry rolled over with his arms around the quilt, half curled up, his head almost buried in Draco's arms, and Draco's chin was only a little away from Harry's head, and Harry's messy hair almost To touch his nose...

Warm breath poured out, each other's body temperature infected each other, everything outside seemed to be shielded, only each other, and another dark, sweet and dreamless night.

The author has something to say: Only the people to whom the prophecy touches can take them off the shelf

—but the prophecy ball has fallen off the shelf.

☆, Nurmengard Ⅰ

The next day, after a frantic morning, Harry and Draco, who seemed to have very little luggage on the surface, finally got on the plane safely.

Harry let out a breath of relief, leaning back in his chair, and Draco tilted his head to look at him and smiled.

And like Regulus said, he seems to have taken care of everything, and none of the staff members showed any curiosity outside of work about these two minors who went out alone, and Harry was a bit overweight (and added a blinding spell to get it. Passing through security)'s backpack didn't attract any other attention... It seemed like the perfect outing, everything had a natural flow, but Harry knew it was just the beginning.

When the plane took off, Harry held Draco's hand tightly, looked at him, then turned his head to look out the window, the city gradually shrunk to a small point, and the thin fog gradually covered the round window, and then followed the plane The rising fog also became thinner.

The discomfort caused by the take-off of the plane gradually disappeared, but the scenery outside the window did not make anyone feel refreshed. No matter how far we flew, the fog seemed to remain unchanged.Harry looked at Draco, leaned his head closer to Draco and whispered to him: "How does it feel?"

A round-faced brown-haired girl sitting behind Harry tilted her head slightly, not quite understanding what she heard, "It's okay, it's quite novel, although the procedures are complicated and time-consuming, but the comfort is far better than portkeys and attendants. Apparition." "Of course, if I could apparate myself, I would definitely not choose this way to travel, but due to the minor protection law and the particularity of the destination, this is also an experience that I can't help." What exactly does it mean?

Is it a new game?Just as she was thinking, she heard a burst of hearty laughter from the front, which sounded like the boy who asked the question first.

Afterwards, the boy with a low voice and a bit of British aristocratic accent in TV dramas stopped laughing as if the other boy stopped abruptly (she could imagine what was going on in front of her), and then said: "But it's so annoying. Melon still has merits, at least advanced technology has solved some troubles for them..."

ah?Muggle...?What is another name for melon...?

The girl looked puzzled and couldn't figure it out.

When the plane landed smoothly at the Berlin Airport in Germany, there was already another piece of sky outside the window... Just like what you saw on the plane, the cloudy fog only enveloped the sky over the UK, and the sky in Berlin was as blue as the real sky Same as summer.

When he got off the plane, Harry noticed that a girl sitting behind him stared at him and Draco with an inexplicable curiosity in her eyes... Harry smiled politely when the eyes met , completely unaware that the girl developed from an Internet-addicted teenager who guessed that they were addicted to games to a second-year middle-school boy with deep Internet addiction in this hour or so.

Not to mention that after his smile and Draco's inadvertent glance, the other party's attitude toward them immediately changed—is it a star?How do you look so good-looking!Or is it really an aristocrat from England——

Of course her questions will never be answered.

Harry walked among the crowd, lowering the brim of his peaked cap subconsciously.He and Draco followed the flow of people to leave, and it took a long time to find the opportunity.They took out the car Sirius had prepared for him in a secluded place.

Harry looked around, raised an eyebrow at Draco, and got into the car first. Draco looked at the ordinary car helplessly, and opened the door and got in.

"Are you really good at driving?" Draco asked Harry hesitantly, looking at the seat belt.

As for Harry, he put his hands on the steering wheel and said in a relaxed tone: "What's the truth? We don't drive like Muggles and we need to take a driver's license. Let's drive as soon as you get started." He said He stepped on the accelerator, and the car roared away without giving Draco a chance to react.

"Alright," Harry saw that there were no cars or people in front of him, so he took out a few maps in his pocket with his hands free, "Look, we are on Airport Road now, just keep driving according to the map. Alright, are there any landmarks along the way that you can pay attention to?"

Draco compared them and said, "Berlin."

"Huh?" Harry tilted his head at him.

"Through the entire city of Berlin." Draco said, "According to this map," he shook the old parchment in his hand, "Nurmengarde should be in Wuwu not far from Berlin." Human zone, of course, when I say not far away, it doesn’t look far away on the map.”

"..." Looking at the unfamiliar scenery around him, Harry silently accelerated.

When the car drove away from the vicinity of the airport, Harry immediately turned into a small road, clicked on the invisible decoration and let the car fly into the sky.Draco looked at the blue sky and white clouds around him, and leisurely took out a book from his bag to read it. Harry studied the compass and felt that he should have taken a correct shortcut and then relaxed a little. tone.

Harry sucked a candy himself and stuffed another into Draco's mouth.The two of them were chatting one after another: "The first-generation Dark Lord you mentioned before is really Professor Dumbledore's... lover?" Draco asked.

"Well," Harry replied, "as sure as the two of us. But very few people know their story, Grandma Bathilda may be the one who knows best, but there is very little useful information in the story she confided. , except why Grindelwald suddenly left Godric's Hollow back then. However, based on limited things, I probably deduced that Ariana's death should actually be a helpless and sad accident--I'm not very clear about the others, after all I just came across a biased posthumous biography by chance — in all horrific states,” he explained simply.

Draco looked at Harry, dark gray eyes, but Harry didn't say anything.

A few seconds later, Harry shook his head with a smile, and continued: "That book was written by Rita Skeeter, and you know her usual style, so you should not believe [-]% of what is written in the book, But there is still a bit of quoted fact - like the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they hit it off like fire and pot as teenagers."

"Even though it all ended as suddenly as it started?" Draco mused, his light eyelashes half covering his eyes, "Their relationship ended without a cause, but the achievements are getting better and better every day?"

"Who said it ended without a cause." Harry smiled slyly like a fox, "Let's not talk about us, but Fox must know who the letters Dumbledore wrote day and night were addressed to, and he also knew how many times he left Huobi. Where the hell did Gwartz go after that?"

Draco showed a dazed expression and looked at Harry as if he wanted to say something, but in the end thousands of words were pressed between his lips, and he just said something softly.

"You've really been through a lot, I mean suffering..." His voice was soft, but it was like something heavy was hitting Harry's heart.

The car shook slightly after his words, but Harry regained control immediately.His eyes rolled a bit, but in the end he still looked forward, he opened his mouth, his lips seemed to be glued, and he finally swallowed and said, "Why all of a sudden... oh." Harry sighed, " If I had known it was like this, I wouldn’t have told you guys, but in the end, one or two of them treated me like something fragile, and I really felt awkward..."

Draco watched Harry's profile, listening to him quietly.

"Besides, those things are as far away as the previous life..." Harry said, the car tore through the air and rushed into the distance.

"It was indeed the previous life." Draco said forcefully, "No matter what you and I were like before, this is now."

"What?" Harry pulled away from the inexplicable emotions brought about by the last topic, and asked Draco with excitement and mischief: "What did you notice?"

"Probably." Draco said ambiguously, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic.

Harry tilted his head and thought for a while: "So we used to be really tit for tat, you're like a little bully..." Harry looked at Draco, paused before uttering the word: "Cute. "

Draco shot Harry a hard look, then couldn't help laughing.

"I was originally the kind of person who was not very good at expressing myself..." He said with some embarrassment, "Bullying... Part of the purpose of fighting against you may be to attract your attention."

"Ah," Harry nodded with a smile, "I know."

Harry took Draco out, saying it was a trip, but in fact he was doing something on the grounds of travel, and Draco knew this better than anyone.But so what?As long as Harry was with the two of them, whether he was taking risks or staying alone, he was happy.

So just sitting in the car, or it can be said that sitting in the air to visit the cityscape of Berlin feels good.But after the city of Berlin passed, the scenery became more and more desolate as time passed and cars advanced.The villages in the large uninhabited areas are like embellishments. Harry and Draco glanced at each other, and they both saw dignity in each other's eyes-but it also proved that they were on the right path.

And it was, the right way, because not long after, the car hit something in mid-air—a split second that felt like a screeching brake at high speed, and Harry nearly hit the steering wheel.

"Got to land," Draco said. "There's a magic barrier against magic."

"Yeah." Harry replied, dropping the car to the ground smoothly, and then tried to drive forward again - this time the impact was very slight.

"I have to get out of the car and walk for a while." After looking around, Harry turned off the invisible decoration and parked the car on the side of the road.Then he moved his fingers, put on his backpack and got out of the car.Draco pointed to a vague tall building in the distance, and said, "Fortunately, it's not very far."

The rest of the way was like one of the excursions that Muggle schools run in the spring and summer.Harry and Draco wandered slowly along the road, it really looked like they came to visit the countryside - but no matter how long the road was, it would come to an end, and finally Harry and Draco's eyes could no longer pay attention to the scenery, Instead, the stone tower took up all the sight.

Draco looked at the gray and simple stone tower in front of him: "Lighthouse..." he said uncertainly, "Shouldn't this kind of building be by the sea?"

"Oh." Harry nodded, and added, "Maybe it can really lead people...the way in their hearts."

"For example?" Draco looked at Harry intently.

"Of course not us," said Harry, and walked towards the stone tower.The towering building is more grim and dark against the surrounding decadent scenery, and the barrenness spreads all over it. It is the solitary watchman in this wilderness.

Grindelwald's famous words are engraved on the lintel of the huge stone gate: For the greater good.

But this sentence was written by Dumbledore to Grindelwald in the letter.

Harry hooked his lips: "Gettler Grindelwald, who almost conquered the entire wizarding world - the Dark Lord. His achievements spread all over Germany and Bulgaria, and the saints followed in his footsteps until he stumbled in England, After being defeated by Albus Dumbledore, he locked himself in the prison he built himself."

Draco observed the stone tower and its surroundings carefully and said, "This place looks... deserted?"

"Yes." Harry looked at the moss-stained stone bricks, and said, "It's more likely that Grindelwald is the only one here." He put his hand on the stone door, "But the magic is still running, with this stone tower as the center , a large distance is surrounded by magic, disapparation is prohibited, prying eyes are prevented... It is likely that this place is not marked on the Muggle map and has some spells to repel Muggles."

Draco frowned: "This proves... that this place is not deserted, everything is an illusion?"

"Maybe we can think a little deeper..." Harry said, "There is a person locked here out of his own will in the desert, and many people are protecting his safety."

"The Saints are all over Germany," Harry said.

Draco continued: "And take power."

Harry and Draco looked at the stone door together—

☆, Nurmengard II

"You said this door... can the Alahoo hole be opened?" Harry said while groping for his wand: "It's more troublesome like this, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely find out if you use the spell..." Harry said to Della When Ke was talking, the stone gate in front of them suddenly made the sound of stone rubbing against stone, and a gap-like blackness appeared before their eyes, and then it became bigger and bigger.

"It seems that the master here doesn't want you to be troubled by the Ministry of Magic." Draco said jokingly, but the atmosphere was not so relaxed.

None of them knew what and what was in Nurmengard.

The stone door opened gradually, but there was no light there, it was as black as a monster's mouth.Harry first dug out the double-sided mirror from his schoolbag.He followed him and Draco and the stone door behind him, and reported his safety to his family: "There is no problem with the map, we found the destination safely and got the master's permission to enter."

The mirror side was unbearably crowded, and the parents reluctantly cut off contact after asking a few words about their safety.Harry put away the mirror, then pulled out two flashlights, handed one to Draco, and the two exchanged glances before walking in.

The space inside the stone tower looked similar to the one seen from the outside. When Draco and Harry walked up the dusty stairs, the stone door slowly closed, leaving only two beams of light from their flashlights in the darkness.

Some cells were empty, and some cells contained complete dead bones... Harry walked silently holding Draco's hand. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they reached the end of the stairs, where there was the only , and the last cell.

A haggard old man sat on a rough hard plank bed, his blue eyes looked at Harry through the gap in the fence, a faint light was on his desk.

"Gubley Fairy Fire." Harry tilted his head and whispered to Draco, and then nodded solemnly at Grindelwald, "Hello, dear Mr. Grindelwald, may I ask, if I didn't guess Wrong, the eternal fire on your desk is Professor Dumbledore's handwriting."

"You also look like his handwriting, little boy." Grindelwald's voice was hoarse as expected, "but I guess you must not have come by his order."

"As you imagined." Harry was very frank, "I don't know that Professor Dumbledore hasn't come here to discuss issues with you after he regained the pressure of the headmaster's position, and I don't know if he mentioned it to you in his letter. Through me and the things I told him... oh can we go in and talk? So..." Harry looked at the fence that had a special meaning, "It strikes me as weird."

"Of course, kid," Grindelwald said, "you can come in by opening the door."

Draco: "..."

"So the strict prison only exists in your heart..." Harry said thoughtfully, then opened the door of the cell and walked in as Grindelwald said.

"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome." Grindelwald waved his hand casually, and there was no place to sit in the whole room except the hard bed he was sitting on.So, when Harry took out a large blue and white checked tablecloth from his schoolbag, shook it off twice and spread it on the floor, then sat down cross-legged, and then waved to the other child to sit down too, Grindelwald really He felt that opening the door and letting these two little guys in might be the best decision he made in this boring day.

Draco sat next to Harry obediently.

Harry took out all the food from his schoolbag—whole turkey, roast leg of lamb, pastrami, vegetable salad, raspberry jam...the hot dishes were still steaming, and the aroma instantly filled the room. little space.Harry pulled out the last thing - a bottle of wine, and made a "please" gesture to Grindelwald.

"I haven't had time to introduce myself yet," Harry said to Grindelwald, who was also sitting down, "I'm Harry Potter, and he's Draco Malfoy." He handed the full glass to To Grindelwald, say, "He is my lover and future fiancée."

Grindelwald took the wine glass with an inexplicable smile, shaking and observing the clear yellow liquid in it: "Mrs. Rosmerta's best mead ripened with oak wood."

Harry showed a knowing expression, and the conversation started in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

"First of all, I can swear that Professor Dumbledore knows nothing about my trip." Harry's green eyes looked directly into Grindelwald's old blue eyes, and he poured himself and Draco a little wine, " It's really cold here." He looked at Grindelwald with a mature and sharp smile.

"I also have to say that superficial things don't mean anything, and I'm not a little boy."

Grindelwald took a sip of wine, and there was a smile in his voice: "Even if your soul is 20 years old, what kind of child can it represent? You are still a little boy in front of me, aren't you?"

"...Yes." Harry had nothing to say, and smartly continued to expand the following topic amidst compliments, "I have always admired your reputation, although there are few stories about you in the land of England, even if there are Just a few words about the outcome of your final battle with Professor Dumbledore."

"However, coincidentally, I live in Godric's Hollow, No. [-]. Your aunt, Grandma Bagshot, watched me grow up and told me many stories..." Harry pointed Grindelwald With cold eyes, he picked up half a strawberry in the salad, "Of course, the story about you and Professor Dumbledore will always be just a few words, whether it is with me or my mother... But if Professor Dumbledore writes to you after the summer vacation Then you will know that I have some other means of obtaining it, so that I may be the person who knows your story best besides your two parties and Aberforth and Grandma Bathilda."

Grindelwald ate the chicken leg and asked Harry calmly, "What is the purpose of your trip?"

"Of course I'm not here today to express my admiration, but to reach a consensus with you on the 'greater good'." Harry took a sip of wine to moisten his throat and warm up, and then returned to Draco for a moment. Calculating eyes, "You disagreed with Professor Dumbledore and..." Harry paused, but Grindelwald understood the accident in those words he didn't say, "But you are all for a better Isn’t it the future? Although compared to back then, I think you and I are more similar in concept now.”

"We are trying to do something that will make the future better." Harry raised his glass to Grindelwald, "And you, you only need a little sacrifice, and I can give you a huge reward."

"To be honest, kid," Grindelwald put down his empty wine glass, "you look exactly like a Muggle salesman and me back then."

"Maybe it's still like the Dark Lord... the second generation who wooed his support back then." Harry felt as if he had told a joke, "Also talking about your younger generation in front of you - you know him - I suddenly realized that Dumbledore Professor Lido never called him the Dark Lord—"

Grindelwald interrupted Harry: "Tom Riddle."

"—Or in his heart, the name Dark Lord is just an inelegant nickname for you?"

Grindelwald smiled.

"I also have a lover," Harry glanced at Draco, "we grew up together, although there are some differences in personality, but we tolerate each other... Oh, sorry," Harry smiled apologetically at Grindelwald , "I can't help it..."

Grindelwald understood.

"I think Professor Dumbledore must love you very much—this love has many forms in this world, and some people just suppress and restrain their love for various reasons..."

"Oh—" Grindelwald looked at Harry, "What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything," Harry said, "I just have a little suggestion. If you still love each other, why don't you stay together. Can those letters give each other kisses? Don't you miss his warmth and hugs? "

Grindelwald showed a bitter smile. He looked at Harry like this, and said, "Since you said you understand, then you should understand why we are not together."

Harry sighed: "Because of the accident...and your evasion, if you hadn't left Godric's Hollow that day, maybe the world would not be what it is today."

Grindelwald didn't refute, he didn't speak.

"I can let the Dark Lord rest here forever, and Gellert Grindelwald is free!" Harry said sincerely, looking at Grindelwald's drooping eyes, "If you want, you can return to him side, and even in some respects back to the past..."

"It's tempting to have to say what you say," Grindelwald said, "but I..."

"No, there's no allure in my words," said Harry. "For Gellert Grindelwald, the most allure is with Albus Dumbledore."

"Go back to him." Harry took out a book with a sense of history from his schoolbag and handed it to Grindelwald, "No one in this world recognizes Getler Grindelwald, maybe only Deng Bullido and Grandma Bathilda have pictures of you when you were young."

Grindelwald looked down at the book and said nothing.

Draco looked at Harry, also silent.

"Nicole Flamel has also destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone. There is no immortality in this world. How long can you be together? Magic will run out one day. Love while you still have time and life! What he carries Too many, and too long alone..."

The small space was filled with silent air. Harry looked at Grindelwald, at the old man's trembling shoulders... It was not until a long time later that he heard Grindelwald's trembling voice: "This magic circle..."

"Oh, yeah," said Harry lightly. "You know, an old man's body can't do much, and he's such a sugar addict."

Draco coughed ill-timedly, but Harry knew it was on purpose when he turned to look at him.

"The Sorcerer's Stone can live forever, but it cannot be immortal." Harry and Draco looked at Grindelwald again after a brief eye contact, and said, "This magic circle consumes your magic every day, so that you can maintain your youthful appearance, but Will die one day."

"Death is okay, I feel like I've lived too long."

"But in this long time, you didn't have him by your side... When you are together again, maybe you will worry every day that there is not much time left..."

Grindelwald smiled: "We are no longer brats. For decades, many things can't make my heart stir, except what you said today."

"And this magic circle?" Harry also laughed.

☆, Nurmengard III

Next is the pleasant afternoon tea time. Although the dishes are too rich compared to the normal afternoon tea, the three people who chatted all had a good time... Oh, except that Harry had to carefully avoid Grindelwald's words Apart from the various traps in the game, everything is fine.

Harry and Draco bid farewell to Grindelwald after eating, one reason was that Harry was afraid of what he would say if they stayed any longer, and the second reason was that Draco seemed to have reached the end of his tolerance for the Nurmengard environment The verge of intolerable.

When the two drove back to Berlin, Harry briefly told Draco the story between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, or the entanglement?Draco didn't make any comments on that year, nor did he discuss with Harry his conjectures about who killed Ariana. He just said at the end: "Anyway, in a sense their names will always be Together... this is a kind of romance."

"A romance that can transcend time and be remembered in history."

—Albus Dumbledore, who defeated the dark wizard Getler Grindelwald in [-], is widely regarded as the greatest wizard of our time.

Harry and Draco looked at each other and smiled.

Berlin deserves to be known as "the greenest city in Europe". Even if you sit in the car and look outside, you can feel the power of the green ocean that washes your eyes and soul.Harry drove slowly along the Spree River, watching the beautiful scenery of this strange city with Draco.

"It's over," Harry put his fingers on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead at the scenery ahead, while Draco, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked sideways at him, "Everything is just beginning."

"our world."

In 46, the established history took a huge turn in Berlin, Germany. Everything was the same as it was 16 years ago and [-] years ago. After this turn, many things will be different.

Nothing that happens in this world is a coincidence.

There are countless spider threads involved in every incident.

Later, Harry and Draco arrived at the hotel Regulus had mentioned.This hotel called Billywig looks large and serious from the outside, and Regulus also said that it seems to be a hotel compatible with Muggle and wizard services...it's quite magical.

After successfully checking in, Harry put away the car in the backyard of the hotel, and was taken to the elevator by the hotel manager who followed them all the time.

When he was led to the room by the manager, Harry realized that the room in front of him was obviously not like the luxurious double bed room that Draco had paid for downstairs, but rather like the president in a star-rated hotel in the Muggle world Suites and the like... After he reported it to the manager with a monocle who looked pedantic, the other party smiled politely and said: "We will do our best to take care of his guests."

"Ah..." Harry instantly understood that there should be no room for rejection in this matter, "Okay, thank that gentleman for me." He said, and then walked in behind Draco who didn't have any surprised expression Room.

"Also, respected guests, I will take you around Berlin according to that person's instructions."

"Thank you, but..." Harry quickly declined, but before he could say his refusal, Draco had already firmly stated that he didn't need it: "We prefer to go shopping by ourselves." However, although Draco The attitude is tough, but the tone is even more polite than that of the manager.

"Then I wish you a good time in advance." The manager bowed slightly, and his smile seemed to have a deep meaning. "Afterwards, dinner and a Berlin guidebook will be delivered."

Harry: "Oh thanks."

Draco looked like he knew it would happen.

After dinner, Harry and Draco casually went out for a stroll, looked at the night view of Berlin, and then returned to the hotel to study the itinerary for the remaining days. The brochures sent by the manager were quite useful, but Harry found that Draco knew more than the scenes introduced in the brochure