[Deha] World Starlight

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"That's right, I thought so too." Draco smiled, "Here's the letter."

The owl delivering the letter still had rain from the window, and Harry gently gave poor Hedwig a quick-drying charm to make it nice and warm again.Then he took a closer look at what was in front of him - Harry received his first pack of snacks since the beginning of school at the same time as he received a few letters, but he didn't rush to open it, but put the small package aside and started to read letter.The meanings in the letters from the parents were similar, they all told Harry and Draco to study hard and take care of themselves——Harry sneaked a glance at the letter in Draco's hand, and only saw Narcissa's confusing letters and words , I didn't quite see what was written.

Harry didn't ask anything, just put away the letter and went to read the newspaper. The "Daily Prophet" didn't have any information about Death Eaters, only one news about a dementor attack, and most of them repeatedly emphasized the need to pay attention to safety.

Harry quickly scanned the entire newspaper, then put it on the table to be collected with the trash after breakfast.While stirring the porridge idly, he looked at the shaking heads in the auditorium—there were fewer people than when the school started, although it was not so obvious, but less was less.

He looked down at the sticky porridge bowl and sighed, thinking that they should hurry up... At least get everything out of the current situation quickly - or start a war!Repression is even more insane...Harry thought about the people who had left recently, and felt that they had done something, although it seemed a little insignificant.

But everything is in the process of preparation... He said to himself: Harry, you have to understand that there is nothing more important than life, you have to be steady...

"Harry, Harry?"

Harry looked up suddenly, and met Draco's concerned eyes with some doubts: "What are you thinking? Let's go, breakfast is over."

Harry lowered his head, and found that the porridge he had been stirring had disappeared, and the table in front of him was clean...

"Oh." He shook his head, stepped out of the bench, and was just about to pick up the package—but another hand grabbed it and held it directly between his arms: "Children, don't eat too much sweets, Not good." Grindelwald winked at him, "It's better for me, an adult, to suffer for you."

Harry didn't have the extra energy to roll his eyes at him anymore - but when he and Grindelwald's eyes met, they were full of defense.

"Don't be so wary." Grindelwald patted Harry's shoulder with the hand that wasn't holding the package in disapproval, "Under normal circumstances, I'm not interested in the thoughts of a brat like you...Thank you for the supplies , I'm off to work."

The sharp-eyed Draco saw that when Grindelwald walked to the door, a silver-white skirt floated by the door.

The author has something to say: Thank you for calling me the king of mines.

I want to say a few more words here.Although I don't really want to talk about it, but the previous article really wrote some... Well, looking back at some inexplicable places _(:з"∠)_When editing the article, I will try my best to make them perfect.

Regarding the story that has always been, I originally wanted to write a story where Harry Potter is no longer the savior, but because I added a rule to it, it made Harry especially difficult to walk.laugh.

It may be because I don't really want to write a big trick, and I stubbornly stick to some rules and timelines, so this article may seem a bit dull.

But looking at the road ahead, there may be some different scenery, not necessarily.Just like I have gained a lot of happiness while writing.

Everyone (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

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Yesterday...Children's Day...I slept through the day like a child...Ah, it's so beautiful!

I went out for a walk for a long time today, I am very tired, I feel that I should exercise more...

So work hard now, and I will bring you a zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival.

☆、Do you have a lot of leisure timeⅣ

Dumbledore didn't appear in the auditorium for the rest of the new week, and during this time Grindelwald was always at the far end of the teacher's table, enjoying the British food with relish, and following the students there as he felt A classroom to listen to a professor's class.Although serious and rigorous professors such as Professor McGonagall still have some criticisms of his high-sounding behavior, but Grindelwald sits quietly in the corner of the professor like a real student, and will Write something with your students.

Can't the professors who even Umbridge endured can't bear a quiet Grindelwald?What's more, Grindelwald, who is just a little bit wrong with the principal, is simply cute compared to Umbridge, who uses the Ministry of Magic as his backer.

Once in a transformation class, Harry, who had been curious for a long time about what Grindelwald wrote in the class, actually came to him after school and secretly glanced at the parchment on the table-it turned out that it was really the content of this class. And also vividly drew a detailed decomposition diagram of the deformation from a button to an owl.

"It's not bad." Harry lowered his head and studied it carefully, and felt that these graffiti could be called professional.

Grindelwald rolled up the parchment, walked out of the empty classroom with Harry and Draco, and said as he walked, "I can paint better oil paintings. I will give you one when you get married."

Draco turned his head to look at Grindelwald.

And Grindelwald was thinking, with an extremely serious expression on his face: "It just happened to be hung in Malfoy Manor-does the big family have this habit? Harry has a lot of photos of your family-"

"Yes..." Harry said, "As for my family, my mother likes to take pictures...but now wizards often take pictures too, which is much more convenient than painting, just take a picture of the bubble potion."

"Who cares about the 'wizards'..." Grindelwald put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at the walls covered with murals on both sides of the stairs, "I have made an appointment with Dumbledore——I will draw the paintings he will finally hang The painting at Hogwarts..."

Harry suddenly realized: "That's why you listen to the class so seriously and take notes?" In exchange for being safe?

"What?" Grindelwald dragged on, with an expression that you were talking about, but he didn't answer Harry's question directly, but continued to talk about the painting, "It will be a little troublesome, I wrote a few days ago I listed some materials, and I don’t know how long it will take to find them all...I can’t decide what colors I need now...I asked him which clothes he likes the most, and I almost asked him which clothes he would like to wear..." Grindelwald He vomited bitterness to them with an irritable face.

"..." Harry thought for a long time, but finally he still couldn't ask the question: "Is it necessary to have some advanced magic to draw this kind of painting..."

However, he thought, if it was Grindelwald or Dumbledore, drawing hundreds of paintings would be nothing more than a sore hand...

"Then you can draw your favorite dress." Harry squinted at Grindelwald with a look of disdain, and said the truth, "Anyway, it's time for others to see."

Grindelwald looked at Harry, then looked up at Draco - Draco nodded in agreement with Harry's statement.

"I..." Grindelwald sighed, "I think either one is pretty good—how about drawing a pattern and ordering one now? Oh, the auditorium is here."

Harry was lucky to have someone other than Dumbledore to gag him.

When Slytherin played the Quidditch trials, it was the same drizzle and hazy weather as Gryffindor, and the chilly wind blew the robes.After sitting for a minute, Harry still got his glasses waterproof and wet, and then leaned against Draco again.

"Light a fire?" Draco looked at Harry's pale lips, wiped the rain off his face for him, and pulled the hood down even further.

Harry's right hand tightly held Draco's left hand, and there was almost no gap between their shoulders, and the warmth in the cold came from the tight arms and tightly clenched hands, but because Harry's right hand really didn't want to come out, so Draco conjured a bottle out of thin air, with a little bright fire floating in it.

He put the bottle on Harry's lap, and before Harry could remember when he'd seen a similar fire in a glass sugar bowl - he pushed the warmer towards Draco Push, motioned him to put his hand up with his eyes, and then put his hand up.

The trials under the stands were in full swing, and there were endless cheers and cheers from the stands.And Harry and Draco leaned on each other to keep warm, watching the meaningless competition below - in fact, they didn't want to come to the trials, it was meaningless, not to mention the weather like this...

But there is no way, who made Grindelwald, who was really bored, catch them on board the thief ship during breakfast.

Harry leaned back a little and tilted his head to look at Grindelwald, who was three or five seats away from them.The other party crossed his legs and propped his elbows on his knees, his palms on his chin, and looked up at the people flying around in mid-air as if looking at the sky. The figures were reflected in his dark blue eyes, just like the shadows of birds in the maritime.

Harry didn't know why Grindelwald was in a daze here, and what he was thinking.I just roughly understand why the other party wants to think in such a noisy place.

Grindelwald didn't wear a hood, his hair was wet from the misty rain, and the mist settled on his eyelashes... Harry looked at his pensive side face, and had a feeling that the other party didn't seem to think about anything... However, he suddenly seemed to understand what Lily had said to him.

——There are many stories about this person, the kind of story that many people will never experience in their lifetime.

Harry thought, suddenly feeling a look, just as Grindelwald felt every look looking at him.He raised his eyes in confusion, and saw Grindelwald tilting his head, and then, suddenly, a smile appeared on his expressionless face.

A glimpse of the smile he showed while exclaiming "little boy" when they talked to him in Nurmengard...

Harry raised an eyebrow at Grindelwald, and turned back with a smile on his lips.

"What's the matter?" Draco tilted his head and glanced at Harry, asking him, "What are you happy about?"

"No," said Harry with a smile, "I was just wondering if we had also inadvertently become one of the stories in the long lives of two of the world's greatest wizards."

Draco turned his head to look at Grindelwald when he heard the words (he had already put on a lonely look at the sky again), and smiled: "No, Harry." He said, "You are not only a part of their lives A story is the creator of all the stories in their long life in the future."

"And to me." Draco kissed the smile on Harry's lips, "You are not a story, but my whole world."

In the hazy drizzle, the cheers seemed to be diluted by the rain curtain, and everything else was diluted, only the temperature of each other seemed to be burned on the skin, and something about each other was to be engraved into the soul.

Foul... Harry yelled in his heart, but tilted his head and kissed Draco's lips more deeply.

A little flame danced in the glass bottle, rain fell from the gloomy sky, Aurors guarded the gates of Hogwarts, the surface of the Black Lake was slightly rippling, and the leaves in the Forbidden Forest were rustling.Time seemed to stop at this moment, but even if it didn't stop, it had cared for this second.

The rain stopped suddenly before the trials ended, but Harry, who was drenched all over, would rather go back to the castle and take a good hot bath. He thought Draco definitely thought so too, but unfortunately Grindelwald didn't think so and still He had to take them for a walk together, and finally met Hagrid holding a small bucket of giant grubs at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh, hi." Hagrid couldn't spare a hand to greet them, "Harry, Draco, and Professor Grindelwald."

Grindelwald approached Hagrid just before Harry smiled, looked at the white spots in the keg in his arms, and asked curiously: "Giant grub? What are you doing here? It's also Hogg Part of Watts' curriculum?"

Harry couldn't help sighing that it was only at this time that he would speak like an exchange professor from abroad.

"No, no, Professor." Hagrid laughed twice, although his face was frowning, "It's just my personal... oh, I'm going to feed this to a spider."

Aragog.Harry mentally helped Hagrid fill in the name he hadn't said.

"Oh, it's a big guy." Grindelwald sighed, "I also raised some small spiders, but I didn't have such good conditions as you to feed them... It's a pity to think about it now."

You shouldn't have to worry about the spiders in Nurmengadry...they'd be better off without you... Harry thought to himself.Draco watched Harry's roving eyes, and listened to Hagrid discussing spider husbandry with Grindelwald.

"It's not like this usually..." Hagrid explained, "just recently...he's not in a good condition, he's been sick all summer..."

"This is the case with ordinary magical creatures." Grindelwald said, "Don't be too sad, at least you were by his side during his most difficult time... Think about the years it has been with you."

Unlike Harry or Draco, Hagrid could hear the meaning behind Grindelwald's words - he nodded, tears rolling down his beetle-like black eyes and disappearing into his whiskers: "Alas , I know too... just sad." He sniffed hard, "I should go, otherwise Aragog will be in a hurry. Goodbye, Professor Harry Draco Grindelwald—"

"Goodbye." Grindelwald smiled and waved, watching Hagrid's back disappear among the layers of tree shadows, and then asked Harry, "What kind of spider is... the one Professor Hagrid is talking about?"

"Acromantula," said Harry. "Are there any basilisks in the castle that interest you?"

"Oh, don't be busy," Grindelwald said, "I'm more interested in lunch now."

The author has something to say: let's go into the night to chase that flirty and seductive temptress - take risks