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Alright, let's talk slowly. "Harry stepped back towards the door, waving his hands as he walked, "Doo toot. "

The door of the auditorium was closed again after they left, as if it had never been opened, the auditorium fell into silence again, but the difference from 1 minute ago is that there are only two people left here now - neither of them speak, but they need to communicate people.

But sooner or later they will speak—the urge to stir in their hearts, the irrepressible thoughts will not keep them silent like this.

Unfortunately, no matter what happens next, no matter what Dumbledore said to Grindelwald, and what Grindelwald said to Dumbledore, only they know-except for the tables and chairs, hundreds of candles, and the ever-present The sky-like ceiling.

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Also about Aqiu's dumbfounded Malfoy's car - first of all, there is one exception to ordinary wizards' dislike of Muggle technology, and that is cars (at least, motorcycles and trains).Before the International Statute of Secrecy came into force, wizards used the same everyday means of transportation: horse-drawn carriages and sailing ships.And when the carriage started to stand out as outdated, wizards were forced to abandon it.It's pointless to try to deny that wizards were jealous of the fast and comfortable cars that filled the streets in the twentieth century, and eventually even the Ministry of Magic bought a fleet of them, decked them out with all sorts of useful charms, and really Enjoyed it very much.Many wizards are as obsessed with cars as children, and there are pure-blood wizards who swear never to touch Muggle artifacts, but find a flying Rolls-Royce in their car park.While the most extreme anti-Muggle wizards still eschew all motorized transportation, Sirius Black's love of motorcycles irritated his hard-line parents.

Secondly, let alone Malfoy's enjoyment of life, let's talk about the Malfoy family's attitude towards Muggles... huh - the old and cunning ancestor Armand has engraved many characteristics that make the Malfoy family unique into the blood.As their surnames suggest, the Malfoys have always had a reputation for being cunning and chasing money and power everywhere they can.Although they are surrounded by pure-blood tests and have always believed that wizards are genetically superior to Muggles, they have never stopped courting Muggles when necessary.This makes them one of the wealthiest families in Britain, and there have been rumors over the years that the Malfoys were successfully involved in Muggle assets and currency.For hundreds of years, the Malfoys have successfully planned and annexed the surrounding Muggle lands, and thanks to their good relationship with the royal family, their collection of Muggle art has continued to expand.

The above two paragraphs are all from the content on Pottermore, the small website of Renren, one is "Technology" and the other is "The Malfoy Family".If you are interested, you can look for it, it is such things as background completion and setting.

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"I'm serious," Draco asked Harry as he made the bed, "what do you think Professor Dumbledore would say to them?"

Harry was fiddling with his curly-dried hair, trying to keep it from looking too frizzy and gnawing, "Well," he said after a moment of thought, "maybe they didn't say anything... we were silent, shall we seal it with a kiss?"

"What do you think?"

"I feel?" Draco repeated, "I feel that you've infiltrated my life, and my life, that I've been obsessed with—"

The fluorescent amber was shining like a star outside the window. Harry stood at the end of the bed and looked at Draco. The lights flickered, and even the light in his eyes flickered. He asked Draco, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I see you..." Draco dragged out his tone, "you are urging baby Harry to go to bed quickly..."

Harry pretended to retch, "Please don't imitate my mother's tone of voice when I was three years old, telling me to sleep, I seem to have spent the entire holiday in such a soft voice—"

Oh——Harry bit his lower lip, and after saying this, he keenly felt that the corners of Draco's upturned lips slowly collapsed, like flowers and leaves closing in the dark... He Knowing why, this is what he should face, he should be honest but always timid - but no matter now, he doesn't want to tell Draco what is going to happen.

James and Lily felt sorry for him because they knew part of the truth, they were afraid of him, but they supported him unconditionally... This is why he never wanted more people to know—rather than let more people know because of uncertainty It is better for him to bear everything alone... But fortunately, he has never been alone. Sirius paved the way for him before, and now Dumbledore is working hard together.

Besides...

After knowing it, the behavior will inevitably become deliberate.

Harry walked to the bed, lay down on the soft bed for a while, then tilted his head to look at Draco, and patted the side twice to signal him: "Come on, let's talk for a while before going to bed..."

"What are you talking about?" Draco lay down on the bed obediently, and then turned off the light.

The whole space seems to be plunged into darkness at that moment, but when you blink and slowly adapt to the darkness, you will find that it is not complete darkness. You can still see the vague outlines of the people around you, and you can feel his incomparable darkness. Focused gaze--

It's just that this space is very quiet, so quiet that you can clearly hear your own and the other person's breathing, heartbeat, and... swallowing.

"I..." Harry's throat slipped, and he said with some difficulty, "I know what you are going to do...and even know what you...want to do."

"I know you know," Draco said, "but don't tell me."

Harry watched him in the darkness.

"Although I may choose the method you know again, I hope that is my choice." Draco also stared at Harry in the darkness, "I just need to know what you need me to do."

He saw Harry shook his head slightly, it didn't seem to be objection or resistance, it was just a small manifestation of his inner struggle and hesitation.

"I need you to do your best to kill Dumbledore." Harry's voice seemed to have an inorganic quality, as if the words that came out of his mouth were not his intention, "I need You showed him an apparent loyalty and fear...I needed you...for Dumbledore to fall from the tower..."

Draco nodded. "To make him immortal?" he said.

"It's like a gaunt Dark Lord waiting for Voldemort and death in Nurmengard—death is just the beginning of the next journey." Harry's eyes wandered, "They will have a period of their own after all the dust settles." Their own time is regarded as the world’s reward for their contributions.”

"And I..." Harry's eyes returned to Draco, "I don't think about anything else, I just think about you—" He took Draco's left hand, and his fingers tightly wrapped around him Wrist, let his palm spread out over his heart, as if taking the whole heart into his palm.

"I promise, no matter what method I use, no matter what price I pay, I will never let that dirty mark appear on your arm."

"I swear."

Draco looked at Harry, he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he knew that those eyes must be serious... So, he nodded and responded softly: "Okay."

Then he asked Harry again: "I want to kiss you, can I?" His voice was a little hoarse, but his attitude was serious as if he was asking a serious question.

Harry didn't say a word, just kissed her flatly.

The weather on the first day of school was exceptionally fine, with the tiled blue ceiling of the Great Hall and a few faint wisps of cloud floating in it, like the sky outside the tall, mullioned windows.While eating breakfast, Harry chatted with the people around him. Everyone talked about his own consideration of the NEWTs course, and asked others for their consideration of the NEWTs course.

After breakfast, they were still sitting in their seats, waiting for the dean to distribute the class schedule for this semester.Before determining each person's class schedule, make sure that their OWLs grades meet the requirements for continuing to study the NEWTs improvement class he chose.

Harry wasn't worried about anything, though - to the extent that he didn't have to worry at all, Snape walked up to him and put a timetable in front of him, then walked past him and put another timetable in front of him. In front of Draco.

Harry: "..."

"Do you have any objection to the courses I arranged according to your employment guidance and final grades?" Snape glanced sideways at Harry and Draco, and Harry shook his head a little cowardly... Oh no, yes Because there is nothing wrong with the schedule.

And Draco's class is exactly the same as Harry's... I don't know if Professor Snape really made such an arrangement after considering career guidance and final grades.

But what does it matter?The only important thing now is the second class in the morning, which is also the first class of the new semester. The class time came sooner than they thought-maybe because the leisure time always passes quickly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is already full of Snape's personal style - the curtains are drawn tightly, and because there is only the faint light from the candles, the whole classroom is darker than before, not to mention some color stickers on the walls Eerie drawings of people in pain with horrific wounds and grotesquely distorted body parts.

Active Slytherins occupied the row of desks in the middle of the professor's eyelids, and then waited for the students from other colleges to fill up the classroom one after another. After the class bell rang, Snape closed the classroom door and walked slowly to On the podium, he said in his usual slow tone: "Quiet, I have something to tell you, I hope your attention will be highly concentrated."

The Slytherins sat tight, and the other houses settled down under his oppressive, warning gaze.

"Very good." Snape said, "You should know that you are sitting in the NEWTs advanced class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. At the same time, I think you are all aware of the impact of frequent professor changes on you. Of course, I don't want to overdo it. I will judge the previous professors, because they are all in the past-now, you just need to follow my pace, try not to let yourself fall too far, and try to correct and get rid of what five years of chaotic learning has brought you. All kinds of mistakes."

"My courses are much more advanced, so you have to work hard to follow them." Snape walked off the podium.Lower your voice, "Dark magic, of all kinds, in great variety, variety, and endless. Fighting them is like fighting a monster with many heads. Just cut off a head, and immediately a new head pops up, bigger than the original one." That one is more vicious and cunning—what you are facing is something unpredictable and indestructible..."

Anyone who listens to him can tell his love and admiration for black magic.

"Anyone who has opinions on my point of view can stand up and express their feelings directly." Snape looked around the classroom with a cold smile on his lips, and kept calling the names of several people, but these people were either hesitating or hesitating, or they were silent. .

until--

"Harry Potter." Snape looked at Harry, "tell me."

When Harry stood up, he was as flustered as the previous students, as if he didn't know what to say: "Well..." He faltered and thought for a while, "If I have a double-edged sword, it doesn't matter if I kill someone , or picking it up for protection are two completely different concepts... Magic as we know it is like a shield, but black magic is a double-edged sword, so those who use it should always keep in mind that it is powerful, not only hurting people , will hurt myself even more.”

"Have you ever used the Dark Arts?" Snape asked.

"..." Harry was silent for a few seconds, then nodded frankly, "Yes, Professor."

Everyone pricked up their ears curiously, but to their surprise, Snape didn't continue to ask, but waved Harry to sit down.

Neville cast his gaze over the heavy tables and chairs to the back of Harry's head, stared for a while and then looked back a little downcastly.

"There's an old saying in the East that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles. Therefore, your defense," Snape said, raising his voice slightly, "must also be as strong and varied as the dark magic you have to deal with—these pictures..."

Harry sat in his seat, not paying attention to what Snape was saying, but thinking that if he had continued to ask "how did you feel?", he would have replied "relax, relax, look at her Painful satisfaction filled my heart like a hydrogen balloon."

"Have you ever regretted using the Dark Arts?"—"Never, never," thought Harry. "I'd kill her if I had the chance."

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Silent spells had no trouble at all for Harry and Draco, so Snape gave Gryffindor five points after giving Slytherin twenty points - only because of Hermione, of course.

But before the end of the easy class time, it must be accompanied by difficult homework. Snape seems to be planning to take them in for a holiday at the beginning of the school year. In Harry's opinion, the difficulty of the homework is three and a half stars, which caused him to never After lunch, I started to write my homework until it was only half an hour before the second class in the afternoon, and then I finished it with difficulty.

"Potions class, right?" Draco, who finished writing half an hour earlier than him, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up "Advanced Potion Making" from the table, stuffed it into his handbag, and put another book page already Books with obvious signs of turning were stuffed into Harry's bag.

"Yeah." Harry rolled up the parchment and put it with Draco's homework.The two sat for a while, chatted and ate some biscuits and nuts snacks, and then walked slowly from the cellar to the classroom after watching the time was almost up.

There were no more than a dozen people in the improvement class of Potions class (Slytherin counted them as five), Harry and Draco arrived by coincidence, and when they walked to the door of the classroom, they happened to see the underground classroom behind them Open it, and Slughorn's belly pops out.

They followed the crowd into the classroom, but they were the last to enter the classroom but got Slughorn's warmest smile... Harry and Draco smiled reservedly at Slughorn simultaneously without looking at each other Nodding, he crossed the threshold of the classroom.

The foggy basement classroom was full of various smells. Harry quietly walked to the storage cabinet while everyone was noisy and curiously observing, and unknowingly put the most dilapidated one inside. The book was taken out, and then he put the book he had specially prepared in it—after doing this, he quietly walked to Draco's side, and before he stood up, he was poured into his nose and smelled And sweet taste.

But the sweetness, the smell of honey pie and lemon pie turned into the woody smell of broomsticks, and slowly expanded into the fragrance of flowers and plants in the garden in front of the door and the backyard in midsummer... Then it became clearer and clearer All of them became the smell of Draco around him.

It is an indescribable taste, like a mixture of the above, and it seems to be completely different from them...

Harry sniffled, exhaled slowly, and then looked at Draco, who was also looking at him with a lazy expression, and his voice became thicker: "Harry, my nose It's full of your smell..."

Harry felt his ear was so hot, he raised his hand and rubbed it twice: "Me? What smell?"

Draco looked at Harry's red ears and said with a smile, "It smells like milk."

Harry looked at Draco, and before he could speak, Slughose, who was standing on the podium, clapped his hands to signal them. Harry looked over quickly, and at the same time he let out a careful breath of relief.

"There, there, now," said Slughorn.Looking through the steaming steam, his huge figure appeared to be erratic. He kindly asked his classmates to bring out the things they needed for potions class, but a sudden knock on the door interrupted him .

Draco raised his eyelids and took a look, saw Neville and Ron standing by the door, then bumped Harry to motion him to look, and whispered to him at the same time: "It seems that it is not Potions class or Professor Snape It’s also good for some people to come to teach.”

Harry looked at the door where Neville and Ron should be "good".And Slughorn expressed a warm welcome to them (of course mainly Neville): "Oh, Neville, I'm starting to worry that you can't find the classroom. But you also brought friends Come here..."

"My name is Ron Weasley, Professor." Ron said impatiently. "I'm terrible at potions. To be honest, asking me to make potions is also a threat to others, so I..." But he said Before he finished speaking, Slughorn waved his hands as if he heard some bad joke: "We won't know until the end of class, come in, and take out all the books."

"Sorry, Professor," Neville explained. "Neither Ron nor I have any books... We didn't expect to be able to take potions improvement classes."

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry when he heard that, and Harry almost rolled his eyes at him... but he didn't, instead seeing Neville come up with his specially made book and stand in front of Hermione. After getting to the side, he also raised his eyebrows at Draco.

Then Hermione answered Slughorn's question about what kind of potion the potions were, and gave Gryffindor twenty points.

"Of course, love potions don't really create love. Love can't be made or faked. The potion can only cause intense infatuation or infatuation. Oh yes, how powerful is enchanted infatuation?" It's hard for you children to imagine... so this is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this classroom--" Slughorn said, closing the lid of the cauldron containing the love potion, and then Pointing to another small black cauldron on the table, "So our reward for the first class is a safer and more charming potion..."

The potion in the small crucible splashed cheerfully, its color was like molten gold, large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but none of them spilled out.

"Felix Felix, though," Slughorn paused, "is commonly called..."

"Lucky water." Hermione continued.

"Yes, Lucky Water. Ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a curious little potion—the Felix Elixir," said Slughorn, "very complicated to brew, and once Make a mistake, and the consequences will be disastrous."

"But with just a small sip, all your hard work will easily succeed...at least until the effect of the medicine wears off."

After a brief silence, everyone in the space (including Slughorn) became excited. Obviously, everyone wanted this luck.

"Twice I drank Felix Felicia—oh boys, be careful not to overdo it—I only had two spoonfuls," Slughorn recalled, "and it did bring My unspeakable good fortune... Well, you just need to turn to page ten of "Advanced Potion Making" and brew a Living Hell Potion during this class, the most successful one The next one will win this vial of Felix Felicity, which means twelve hours of good luck—let's get started, students!"

Under the lure of the tempting Felician, everyone concentrated on preparing the potion.

Harry slowly adjusted the fire under the cauldron, watching Neville look down at his book - he wrote down every potion trick he remembered except the spells - he remembered every trick the Half-Blood Prince had written down So that all the potions in "Advanced Potion Making" can be perfectly made without turning the book.

And compared to the Half-Blood Prince book, he wrote it much neater, with clear (though certainly not his usual handwriting) orderly writing, and it didn't obscure the printed how-to instructions on the book.

Harry stirred the pale snow-blue potion in the cauldron, watching Neville hesitantly pick up the silver knife...

Draco frowned and stared at Harry, and scolded him in a low voice: "Get your potion well, don't look around!"

Harry looked away obediently and lowered his head, Draco returned his attention to his pale but mottled potion with satisfaction.

— This noisy silence lasted until Slughorn announced loudly that it was time: "Okay, students, please stop stirring!" But although he said "Stop stirring", someone still tried to do the last struggle.Yes, because the Living Hell Potion can be said to be very complicated, so Slughorn looks like he is going through a nightmare when he looks at the cauldron of many people, but he never said when he observed or stirred the cauldron Good or bad, satisfied or dissatisfied - until at the Gryffindor table, he said to Hermione and Neville's potion, "Very good, only a few steps away from success."

Then he walked to the Slytherin side again, walked past the cauldron of the other three with a blank face, and patted Draco on the shoulder to express his appreciation-it seemed that this was the best, but soon, he When he tilted his head and saw Harry's cauldron, he showed an expression of incredible surprise: "Excellent! Very successful!" Slughorn patted Harry's shoulder excitedly and praised him loudly, "There is no doubt that Harry , you definitely inherited your mother's talent, Lily was so ingenious in potions class back then!"

Harry pursed his lips and smiled.The happiest thing for him in Hogwarts is to hear a professor praise him after James or Lily's name, and then he stuffs the small bottle of golden liquid into the pocket inside his robe against the envious eyes of others , pack up things and Draco dismisses class.

In the next few Potions lessons of the first week, Neville has been making steady progress, and Harry doesn't know whether it is because of the tricks in the book or because he has stayed away from Professor Snape who frightened him... Well, though, Slughorn was praising Harry more and more, almost to the point of being full of praise, and even said he was going to write Lily.

Harry hadn't said much about it, who knew what nonsense he'd write to Lily that had nothing to do with Harry Potter's grades?

Draco wasn't much interested in the tricks of Potions, he was more interested in the spells that the Half-Blood Prince wrote in the book.

"It's amazing!" Draco commented after successfully hanging Harry upside down for the first time: "I can guarantee that this person must be extremely accomplished in magic and extremely talented."

Harry snickered along his hair, intending not to tell Draco who the Half-Blood Prince was... Of course, he would never tell him the story behind "Shen Feng Wu Ying".

The first week of school passed quickly, probably because there were fewer classes.On Saturday, Harry, who had done homework for a day, was sitting in the common room enjoying a relaxing time without homework. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Grindelwald since the official class began... It seemed that he had dinner a few days ago At that time, I heard a few girls gather around and look at the last empty chair on the teacher's bench, feeling sad... But since the chair is there, it means that Dumbledore and Grindelwald didn't tear each other up that night, right?

Harry wasn't quite sure about that, the last thing he knew about Dumbledore was that he was going to give Neville his first lesson tonight - no need to go to the cave for the potion to get the locket, but he should anyway Let Neville know what Tom Riddle was like before he became Voldemort, or rather, what made him Voldemort.

but i...

Harry thought.

Am I really in control of a world that changes every day?Will everything really develop as I expected and imagined?Can I try my best to ensure that no one is sacrificed in vain?

Something even Dumbledore couldn't do...

can we

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Lost in his own thoughts, Harry didn't hear the sudden silence that fell into the whole lounge after the stone door opened... and didn't even feel a blond-haired boy who was taller than the level of the sixth and seventh graders stepping forward. strode to his side.

Grindelwald raised his index finger and made a "silence" gesture to Draco - Draco withdrew the hand that was about to touch Harry's shoulder expressionlessly, but his eyes were fixed on Grindelwald.

"Don't stare at me like a dragon defending the territory, Draco." Grindelwald's voice penetrated into Draco's ears like a thread, "Even if you show your teeth and claws, you can't change you. The fact of a baby dragon full of claws."

"It's as easy to kill a young dragon as it is to destroy a dragon's egg."

Draco pursed his lips, still staring at Grindelwald——

"But, I forgot to say," Grindelwald said to Draco, looking into Harry's pensive eyes, "I like the look in your eyes, it makes me look forward to your full-fledged appearance..."

"Huh?" Harry suddenly made a short urgent sound, flinched suddenly, and hit the back of the sofa with a loud muffled sound, "Why are you here! When you regain your senses, you see a big face Are you going to scare me to death!"

Everyone who had been silent for a long time couldn't help but start to analyze Harry's relationship with the handsome German communication professor Grindelwald from Harry's familiar tone——

As for Grindelwald, he just approached Harry again, and whispered in his ear: "What one Dumbledore cannot do, many people can do together."

Harry's pupils shrank sharply, turned to Grindelwald's direction, and said in the same small voice: "You read my mind?!"

"Don't get so excited, kid." Grindelwald assumed another cynical stance, sitting next to Harry with one hand on the arm of the sofa—a stance that made Harry think someone should be sitting there. Where his arm loops out - it looked like a Muggle ad for sofas.But this playboy look doesn't make his words any less intimidating, at least to Harry, "If you can read your mind, no one else can read your mind. "

"You should not ask others if they can not do something, but ask yourself if you can say no."

The quiet and curious crowd all tried their best to prick up their ears, but they just couldn't hear what they were talking about——

Harry's pupils gradually shrank back to their normal size. He squinted and glanced at Grindelwald's collar. The cat-like expression that smelled fishy made Grindelwald change his expression in an instant. , Sure enough, before he asked Harry what to watch, Harry asked him treacherously: "Where have you been these few days? What have you been doing?"

What's with this child-inducing tone...?Grindelwald frowned: "I went to a few places, nothing happened."

Harry snorted, "boring." He looked at Draco and said, as if communicating his views on this matter with him: "Fortunately, I have thought of some different experiences... Then Dumbledore Did the professor go with you?"

"You look like the gossiping woman next door." Grindelwald reprimanded Harry, "You are so curious at a young age, you will..."

"Who do you think I am interested in?" Harry smiled mockingly at Grindelwald, then winked at Draco, "Oh? Right, I'm only curious about a few people... Did you convince Professor Dumbledore?"

"That's right..." Grindelwald looked up at the crystal ceiling, sighed and said, "Just like a trainee professor, he gave me a period of observation and probation... it can be regarded as an assistant to the principal."

"Oh——" Harry showed a clear smile, "Then will you still listen to our class? Are you still communicating with each other?"

"Listen, make a show." Grindelwald said, his sea-like eyes looked at the shadowy black lake beyond the crystal, and the green lights reflected in his eyes, like broken ice floating in the sea, "I really hope that everything will be done quickly." Finish--"

"Everyone thinks so," Harry said with an extremely serious expression, as if confirming his oath, "it will be over soon."

Grindelwald lowered his head and said, "Yeah, everyone thinks so too." Harry thought he was about to express some great opinion, but Grindelwald seemed to forget what he had just said in the blink of an eye He stretched his long legs and stood up from the sofa, patted his robe and said to Harry, "I feel much more comfortable talking to you, isn't it time for dinner?"

Harry: "...Huh?"

Draco looked at his watch: "There is still half an hour."

"Okay." Grindelwald's fighting spirit was inexplicably high, "It's almost the same as walking from here."

"..." Harry, "Then go ahead, we'll be there later."

Grindelwald really left without thinking about it—the room was filled with strange silence—until Pansy came back to his senses and asked Harry frankly and curiously: "What the hell are you and Grindelwald...Professor?" relationship?"

"Don't think too much about it," said Harry, "it's just the next-door relationship."

Draco grinned at his unlovely face.

Harry didn't know if Dumbledore was leading Neville away from the solid foundation of facts, and together through the dim swamp of memory, into the intricate and bold guesses... But no matter how many times he recalled the past, Dumbledore would not Get a clearer answer than he has now.

Neither would Neville.

Because no matter what the reason and purpose, Dumbledore will not reveal his or Harry's memory to Neville, maybe he may let Neville use his own method to extract Voldemort's deepest memory from Slughorn. secrets, but this is only for Neville to be clear and grow in many ways.

But none of this should be his concern, and Harry knew that all too well.

The homework-filled weekend for Year [-] is over.On Monday morning, Dumbledore explained to the hundreds of curious babies sitting in the auditorium: "Professor Grindelwald went back to Durmstrang to go through some procedures in the previous week."

formalities?Harry poked a potato and thought, since when did the wizarding world do Muggles?Go back and manage your subordinates to deal with things.

But Dumbledore didn't say anything more, and Grindelwald just stood up and smiled and gestured, causing quite a few girls to cover their mouths with their hands (I don't know if they were too excited or suppressed screaming).The long tables around were talking about the Quidditch trials, and Harry glanced at Draco.He didn't know who the Slytherin Quidditch captain was, but it wasn't Draco anyway... and Draco didn't look like he was going to join again.

At least during the first week of school, Harry never heard him say that he wanted to participate in the selection competition... It seemed as if he had quit directly.

Harry stared at Draco, thought for a while and asked a question.He touched Draco's arm lightly, and Draco turned his head away from Blaise, asking what was wrong with Harry.

Harry asked him, "When are the Slytherin trials?"

"Oh." Draco said indifferently, "Maybe these two days... What's wrong?" He asked Harry, "You want to go play?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "I'd rather stay in peace, do my homework and read books...with you." After a small pause, Harry