In that case, fate will be broken, all people will be freed from the shackles that bind them, and their future will be determined by their own choices and abilities, not by order or fate.Everything becomes unknown, not a predetermined death or a fluke.Vincent wondered if his classmates would have survived without his own help?
It's too simple, Dumbledore is alive, and it looks like he's going to live a long time in good health.Voldemort had little chance of a comeback.Not to mention today's action, Vincent was confident that even if Voldemort himself had not been caught, his little Death Eater brothers would have been pulled out and killed by the conscientious Aurors.The situation is much brighter than it was fate.Vincent.Just let everything break free from the shackles of fate.The future of casualties is not yet a foregone conclusion......
He's too caring.How did you get to where you are today?
When he really cared, he had to give up.He was unwilling.At the beginning, he had made up his mind to stay out of it.Who brought him into this messy world?
If you keep in mind your original truth, watch from the sidelines, watch the floating people come and go, live and die, and don't move your feelings, you won't stir up this lifeless predicament written by fate, and you won't fall into the absurd situation of being in turmoil and not being able to stop yourself......
He saw the headmaster's phoenix flying back from afar, and his silent mood was slightly moved, and he called out on the campus in the cold afternoon."
Fox, how's it going?"
The melodious and crisp chirping of the phoenix echoed across the wide lake, reaching the other side, startling only a few birds.It all seemed so peaceful and peaceful.He knew that the battle ahead was a big victory.He removed his last worries.He stood up and patted the grass seeds on his body, and gently pinched the wand in his hand.He won't be here again.He's not going to show up anywhere here anymore.He has his means.He promised that if he left this world, he might let fate loosen its blades and give the mortal people a gap to escape from the death table.He looked back at the castle and hoped to see something, the magnificent buildings of Hogwarts were intertwined with beautiful light and shadow, there was no Bellini, no Yves, and the professors were not by the window.Several of his unfamiliar students sat on the windowsill, tossing Quaffles at each other, and when they noticed his gaze, they threw the balls in an arc with great skill."
Pretty.""
Will this be the last time he looks at the castle?"
he thought. ”He glanced at the castle again with a quick scan.Somewhat disappointed.Raising his wand, chanting the incantation, he slashed down again, and disappeared into the grass as the robe of his school uniform flew away.…… You living guys, all fight a little bit......
If......
Maybe it's okay......
Chapter 110 Postscript: I've always wanted to make such a change, and the boys who accompanied me in my childhood and the soldiers of the Order of the Phoenix were all safe and sound.But as a creator, writing a story that has no pain and everyone is happy is a complete failure.So I thought, can this be the case - I create my own characters, and then I take them, they with flesh and blood, in exchange for the safety of Hogwarts?
So there's the story you're looking at.It was born.But don't be in a hurry.Since it is a small gift for childhood, it leaves no regrets.Although in terms of the integrity of the story, it seems that the tragedy is a little more harmonious - but, after all, this is just an online article.If you leave the real world for a short time and come here with the purpose of being healed, you will naturally be healed~~.In the sixth year, everyone will be happy.Oh yes!.
(The sixth year isn't going to be very long, about five chapters, and that's when it's really time to say goodbye to another Hogwarts world that the little author I've created.)Those of you who love Hogwarts, I hope you can get more love around the reality~)------------------------ to sum up, this is not the finale~ Please rest assured!
The author has something to say: the previous chapter was written in a floating realm, and there may be loopholes in the logic of the expression.But the story itself is self-consistent, if there is a mistake in the author's writing, please point it out and I will correct it immediately.(*￣3) (ε ̄*) Chapter 111 Shh......
————hBlinking his eyes, he looked at the moonlight in front of him, and the dark black sky flowed with moonlight, pouring down, caressing Hogwarts at night, making the castle transparent and charming.Draco had grown taller again this year, and the pale blonde hair color that was supposed to make him look frivolous, while he himself was too pale and gloomy at all times, made a unique face.Tonight he leaned against the window, looking at the beauty of Hogwarts, his robe resting between his arms, and he was a gentleman of standard indifference.The night scene in front of him brought fresh air carrying the chirping of cicadas with his breath, which seemed to wash away all the suffocation he had had been holding for the past year.Behind him, Draco turned his head to see the portrait in the corner of the hallway.Then he saw the boy passing by.Vincent White, an old acquaintance.They looked at each other.The other party, who was purely passing by, was spotted by Draco, and seemed a little discouraged and didn't want to come out, but out of politeness, he was still ready to come over to greet Draco.Gentle footsteps, step, step, step.Vincent's long, straight legs were firmly on the carpet, his robe floating slightly behind him, and every step made Draco's heart beat a little faster.He passed by the window by the grid, and the moonlight hit him block by block.So he approached Draco in the transition between light and dark.He inherited his father's elegance and uninhibitedness, and in the depths of his eyes was the madness hidden in his mother's eyes......
At the same time, he has his own unique lazy taste.The moonlight lit up one cheek and his eyes, the glittering moon shining in his pupils, and the night-like eyes were staring at Draco.This is rare.Draco was rarely under his watch.Now, he stood still in front of Draco, looking down at him slightly.A smile on his lips, concern in his eyes, and a slender and powerful hand casually resting on Draco's shoulder, as if they were close friends who could be entrusted to each other's backs, all made Draco stiffen as if he were petrified."
Hey, how's it going?"
Vincent's voice was young but steady, and he was clearly saying something that he cared about, but he didn't really care.Whether you're doing well or not, it doesn't matter if you're doing Vincent.He has always only focused on his own affairs, including several close friends around him, the Ravenclaws, his father, and Harry of Gryffindor, who he doesn't usually deal with, will also let him put down his affairs and run around at any time.But Draco was never on his list.Draco didn't know what he was struggling with.Is it?
How many stumbling blocks his family has caused to Blake and the Order of the Phoenix, and their relationship is hostile, and it is a matter of course.But when it comes to blood, they can at least be considered cousins - no, no, no, they can't think about the lower district in this regard......
The entanglement was a matter of moments, he was confused by his mood at this moment, and at the same time he couldn't take his eyes away, no matter where he looked, he would eventually turn back to the smiling peer in front of him.The other man's fingers no longer held the wand—Draco was amazed by the power of magic Vincent could give out when he held it, and it was the knobby and smooth hand that was a sign of great strength, and without a wand in his hand, it had no magical significance, but was simply a hand, a careless part of someone's body.The hand lifted slightly, wrapping a few strands of Draco's hair around his fingertips.The clear moonlight was comparable to the most beautiful mellow jade liquid in the world, and Draco gradually became obsessed and intoxicated.He reached out and hooked Vincent's tie, tugging at it gently, and the bronze and blue tie was untied and hung lazily around his neck.He should have known it was a dream.Noise could be heard far away."
Draco, your letter."
Draco was pulled away from his dreamlike situation by the power of reality.The junior who was one level lower knocked on the door, put the letter at the door, and ran out to play.I have to admit that after spending a long time in the dark and damp dormitory at the bottom of the lake, the gloomy Slytherins still prefer the bright sunshine outside.Draco opened his eyes and stared at the curtain above his head, the moonlit corridors of Hogwarts were still strongly imprinted on his retina, the dorms at the bottom of the lake in Slytherin, not the Hogwarts corridors at night, so he didn't remember it very much, and there was another layer of embarrassment.After lying down for a while, he regained his usual pride, sat up up slowly, and went to fetch the letter at the door, which was only a subscription to the autumn newspaper.He remembered the content of the dream just now, and covered half of his face with one hand: what were he thinking......
But glancing around the dormitory, realizing that it was only him, the crazy emotions in his heart pried Draco's defenses, and he silently examined himself in the corner of the dormitory in the green light of the deep lake, cautiously.He had to admit that he did enjoy the dream, the atmosphere of the dream, the content of the dream, and the passer-by in the dream......
Since the Order of the Phoenix set up a trap in the Ministry of Magic last year and dealt an unprecedented blow to the Death Eaters and Voldemort, White has disappeared from school.His Ravenclaw friends say he's on a study tour to another country, but Draco is skeptical—does White look like someone who needs to search for spells somewhere else?
Even if he was tired of the porcelain magic that the entire Boit family had accumulated over the centuries, he was not like a tireless researcher of spells, nor was he like a careerist with a thirst for powerful magic.No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel reasonable, but in the final analysis, it is Draco himself who is unwilling.Where he was unwilling, he couldn't say himself—he couldn't tell.The confusion of adolescence is too unique, and this emotion at the moment is beyond his common sense comprehension.Maybe it was because the dream just now was not complete (he didn't dare to imagine what the ending would be), maybe he didn't have time to ask where this guy went, or maybe it was the seed planted years ago that took root in his heart.In the depths of his heart, where he could not reach himself, the seeds slowly broke through the ground, pulled out the branches, and slowly became stronger, and when he noticed it, all these feelings had already become crazy vines that he could not control......
The seeds were planted before school started.Draco remembered the first time he saw Vincent.Still outside the platform of Nine and Three-Quarters, he and his parents struggled to navigate the Muggles."
I don't understand why they're here," Lucius said in disgust, reluctant to open his eyes, "......
From when I was in school......
Okay, now it's your turn to see you off, and I'll have to come here again a few times a year from now on. ”He looked back, "Draco, you give me a good job in school." ”Draco inherited his parents' natural aversion to all imbeciles, and learned from his father's hatred of the ignorant Muggles that crowded the area.That's when Draco saw Vincent.The boy carried a simple suitcase and walked around anxious Muggles, compared to the Malfoys, who were pushing too many boxes and cumbersome, and the many old treasured books that only his pure-blood could have qualified for, and the clothes that his personal tailor had for every occasion—almost never needed, but they existed to show their noble status in the event of a sudden occasion, and of course they had to be prepared.Draco also had a photo album in his home, which he wouldn't admit, but as noble as he was, he would most likely be homesick during his first year of school.As a result, the Malfoys, who had brought too many things, seemed to be clumsy to death, and the boy looked like a free wizard by comparison.For Draco's own defense, he shouldn't have looked so embarrassed, if he had taken a few more steps to the platform nine and three-quarters, their house-elves would have been able to continue their elegance, and when it came to Hogwarts, Crabbe and Goyle, two dumb people who would only take their brains to school, would have helped Draco carry most of his luggage.On the platform was the only place where Draco felt indecent.Even though the other party didn't pay attention to him, Draco was stunned for a moment, and out of the confidence and pride that he had had since landed, he thought that this peer was nothing more than a small servant carrying a box at the station.
(Later, when he learned that the boy was indeed a wizard, he wondered how his small box could hold supplies for the next school year, and it was barely enough to just need textbooks.)When Draco finally had an intuitive understanding of his true strength in another three years, he guessed in hindsight that it might be that from that time, the eleven-year-old Vincent had already learned to use the Traceless Stretching Charm to comfortably and appropriately solve all the inconveniences in the volume of his luggage) and Draco, who was only eleven years old, thought that the other party was just a Muggle worker—this thought only lasted for less than five seconds, and then, Draco saw him crane his neck and pouted meaninglessly at the wall between the nine and three-quarters of the platforms, Then he walked freely into the wall, as if he were walking on the avenue of flowers, and the Muggle who was leaning against the corner of the wall was deceived by his gesture, not realizing that the wall next to him should be solid.Narcissa also noticed the child, and she glanced at Lucius, "That's 'the child'?"
”Lucius narrowed his eyes.The family followed across the platform, and the boy was missing from the crowd.Lucius said: "It's funny, I don't think he's like a Potter. ”Originally, this episode would only be quietly forgotten in the back of Master Malfoy's head, but many things in the world could not help but be chosen by others.Draco heard that the legendary boy appeared in close proximity—a character from a story that Draco grew up hearing about.He went to see it, and wishful thinking that the other party would want to be friends with him.Why not?
He is so noble, and the other party is also a famous figure.However, he was rejected in person.Stupidity.Stupidity.Stupidity!
It was the first time that someone would choose a Weasley-level person who was short-sighted, and it was a major, unprecedented, and hateful mistake to throw an olive branch to such a person.The surrounding freshmen all stared at this scene with their demented eyes.Then he saw the boy he had seen on the platform, with short curly hair that crossed his eyebrows and sugar in his mouth, so he puffed up a bag.There was a smile in his eyes when he stared at him.A stupid boy who eats candy is obviously smiling, but it is not a smile that makes people laugh together.Draco saw that he wasn't targeting him, so he let him go, remembering a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who were laughing extraordinarily idiotly, and along with Potter, ready to take revenge in the future.After the history of magic class that Binns had taken, they had really gotten to know each other, and Draco had discovered that Vincent White, the dashing and nerdy Hogwarts on the platform, was really out of step with his persona.It seems to be one, dangerous people.The author has something to say: Ah, the emotional chapter, no CP party can be let go.Also, thanks to Han Haiqing for the mines of children's shoes.
~Chapter 112 Yes, it's not the same.Ever since the minor accident in the history of magic class, Draco's curiosity about a particular person has never been greater.A large stack of black magic that even decent wizards disdain, but a first-year student was watching, and the way he looked was not just because he was curious, but really watching and learning.So, while in the same class as Ravenclaw, Draco would occasionally observe.White wasn't necessarily a genius like Dumbledore, nor a hard-working genius like Granger who never left the library, and Draco had a strange feeling that White was running ahead of everyone as if he had mastered most of the spells before he arrived at Hogwarts.I don't know when, Draco found himself secretly learning a lot of small details.For example, when Professor Flitwick lectured on a spell, White would listen carefully, then pretend to think, and then "learn" to cast the spell within the top 10 percent of all students.Another example is that Granger, who is recognized as the best student at this age, is Draco himself, and White, depending on his mood, occasionally takes first place in an upset, and at other times occupies an inconspicuous position of about four or five places.When the students discussed grades and star students, they would talk about Hermione in Gryffindor, Draco in Slytherin, and Danchi in Ravenclaw.Draco always had the uncomfortable feeling that he and the other students were working so hard, while White was at ease, even absentmindedly controlling himself not to get too high in the rankings.Such an attitude is to respect and affirm the achievements made by others politely, and conversely, it can be said that White does not care at all about the things that these other students are careful about, so he just acts as a gangster.For example, during the History of Magic exam, Draco had forgotten whether the goblin rebellion should have been before or after the seventeenth-century rebellion, and in his irritation, he glanced up and saw that the other classmates were also frowning, which somewhat eased his anxiety - but his gaze slipped over to see where White was.The other party is also writing at the desk.A hint of relief and happiness rose in Draco's heart, and before he could savor it, White stood up.Leaning back in the chair, the first two legs of the chair dangling in the air, moving the lower joints comfortably, and looking at the parchment at a quick glance.He's done writing?
Draco was startled, and glanced at the wall clock in front of the classroom - but there was still half the time!
White looked at his watch almost at the same time, and then thought of the question, so he stood up on his stool, sat back down at the table, and picked up his pen and posed as if he were thinking.Draco watched from the sidelines, looking down at his answer, which was still three essay questions away.White appeared to be an ordinary student on the surface, but discovered that the unique personality he had erased in private had unknowingly become Draco's habit.At first, I didn't have any other special thoughts.Draco simply thought it was funny, and he had the selfish intention of grabbing White's pigtails to sue him.But then it unconsciously became a habit, and exploring a deep personality is like solving a layered puzzle, or admiring the layers of summer flowers on a foggy day in London, which is quite interesting.I really projected some feelings into it, probably that night.Draco had lost another test to Muggle-born Granger, Lucius had sent a sternly worded letter, he had always admired his father, so he was frustrated by the unprecedented criticism, and at night, for the first time, the dark green dormitory was an eyesore for him, so he slipped out for a walk.Hogwarts at night is soft and peaceful.Draco was only eleven years old.The moonlight in the tall castle did not give him enough security, so the most feared part of his memory, that is, the terrifying black magic that he had glimpsed from the White book the other day appeared in every corner of the castle's shadows.He was terrified to leave, but he didn't want to go back to the underground dormitory.Finally finding a nice spot, Draco stood and looked at the moon.The distress caused by the letter was soothed by the moonlight in a short time.At this time, there was the sound of footsteps behind him.Draco turned around, just in time to see White coming out of the corner with his hands in his pockets.Noticing Draco, he was visibly stunned for a moment, and then pretended not to see the big living man, and passed by as if nothing had happened.Out of some state of mind, Draco stopped him."
Hey.White. ”White stood still, looking at him in bewilderment.Draco didn't know what to say, so he sent him away.Maybe the moonlight that night was too charming......
By the time he was in his third year, it was a hot afternoon, and even the cold Slytherin dorm room was warm, and Draco was lazily lying in his armchair, beside him, Crabbe and Goyle, two idiots barely conversing with less than a cubic centimeter of brain capacity.They mentioned White.“…… Too weak, the two next to him are stronger than him......"
Draco pouted.“…… Very immature, muffled all day......"
Draco pouted again.“…… Draco sighed, propped up, and said a bunch ......of caustic pimple sarcasm at Crabbe and Goyle.Crabbgaul's face was dazed, revealing the demented appearance of the sign - they didn't know where they had provoked the young master again.This guy is not as simple and ordinary as he plays on the surface, can't there be many people in the whole school who can understand?
In fact, White's low-key disguise did hide from most of the school's students, and when White and his friends walked together, people tended to pay attention to Danqi's elegant demeanor and Bellini's kind and likable, and sometimes they couldn't even remember White as a person.In the end, Draco found that he had unknowingly gained an understanding of an unconnected person through his daily observations, knowing White's hidden little traits, decisiveness, intelligence, and a knowledge of magic beyond his peers.Draco didn't know what that meant by knowing too much, but he felt it was time for him to stop paying attention to a Ravenclaw who didn't have a relationship with him - to his annoyance, he had been silently following him for so long, and with White's indifference to everything, he had probably forgotten who he was.Well, it's never fair to secretly follow someone's process.In the third grade, Sirius Black escaped.Draco was a little excited, or rather, gloating.He'd always been happy to see decent wizards burned.In the course of his correspondence with his family, Lucius once casually referred to the fugitive: "Asking for your own hardship......
There seems to be a picture of him in our family album, in a corner. ”Out of curiosity, Draco found the uncle who had been removed from the Black family in his photo album, which was for Lucius and Narcissa when they were students, but accidentally photographed a junior teenager.The man was similar to someone Draco knew, and Draco couldn't help but bring his face closer to the photo, and the student grimaced at Draco with disdain.The coat of arms on his robe is Gryffindor's.Draco took the photograph out, flipped it to the back, and saw a few lines: Lucius and Narcissa, 19xx, May.Another name was smeared out.Upon closer identification, Blake's surname can be seen.Generations of Slytherin's Black family, a man in Gryffindor's robes, there was no doubt that there was only that, Blake.Draco didn't have much interest in the uncle, whom he had never met, and gave him a few casual glances, before preparing to put away the album.I still feel that this person is a little familiar.Maybe like another uncle, Regulus?
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No......
Someone he knew better.Draco patted his head.That guy!
There's always a smile on his lips that doesn't care.,There's a tired look in your eyes that you're all in control!
Draco jumped to his feet, and Crabbe and Goyle looked at him in confusion.And without any explanation, he rushed out of the lounge.By the time the two big guys got up, Draco was gone.The colors were bright along the way, passing backwards with Draco's footsteps.Draco was excited to catch the secret of this guy who was always on top.But in fact, the real reason is that he likes this feeling.- He knows the secret.It's not anyone's secret, it's the secret of this particular guy.As if he had been silently watching each other for several years, he knew many secrets that no one else knew.For example, the level of magic he can disguise, such as the ruthlessness he occasionally shows beyond his years.This kind of "knowing" seems to unilaterally bring Draco and Vincent closer, but unfortunately, in the end, this is always Draco's own close gaze, and it is only his own unilateral "knowing".If I had to say, maybe this one-sided gaze is a bit like a crush.But Draco himself didn't realize it.He enjoys watching the other person's small movements that only he can spot, and treats it as a habitual entertainment.In his third year, Draco was somewhat aware of his own little fetish.He didn't understand the implicit possible emotions that were corrected under this fetish, but he felt that this Vincent was so hypocritical that after quietly observing more and more, the idea of subconsciously wanting to confront him began to pop up.In any case, without anyone knowing, after observing an object for a long time, there will always be an imbalance in the mind that hides in the shadows.This feeling of imbalance made Draco tempted to step up.He wanted the other party to know that he existed.Right.own existence.In Vincent's eyes, it seemed as if everyone else was just a boring backdrop that wasn't worth his extra effort.Draco wasn't content to just be a silent observer, he just didn't have a chance to let Vincent know.As for what Vincent would do if he knew, Draco didn't think much about it.He took it for granted that the other party should put down his pretense, and then apologized to Draco, begging Draco not to reveal that he was the son of a wanted criminal.It's really a way of revealing oneself with a strong sense of presence.As for the deep motives of this series of feelings, at this time it was only a hazy impulsive tendency, unpredictable, and Draco never thought about it.But when he rushed to the top of the tower where Vincent stayed most often, and sneered at him, he didn't expect Vincent to simply put himself down with a spell.As he collapsed stiffly, Draco didn't realize that Vincent had cast a silent spell.There's so much he doesn't know.Vincent searched him carefully and found a photograph.Draco lay on the cold floor, his eyes nowhere to look but Vincent above him.The dazzling summer sun cast a halo on the boy's elegant curls, and Draco had a feeling that he couldn't look at it directly.Vincent's eyes were fixed on the photograph, pondering, probing.Those eyes are always deep and contain a lot of things.But Draco was looking this up close for the first time today.You can feel the other person's breath and the heat on your body.There was a slight surprise in his eyes, then a little playfulness, and his brow furrowed slightly.Draco's heart pounded.Rumbling in his chest, pounding his ear drums.Perhaps this was when Draco came to his senses.When Vincent's pale eyes moved away from the photograph and fixed on Draco's face, Draco felt frozen to stone, and had nothing to do with the petrification spell.Vincent's good-looking, clear pale pupils looked at Draco carefully.Draco's heart rumbled, and his face burned.He didn't understand why he had such crazy feelings, but he couldn't get angry, and he couldn't afford to confront his ridiculous feelings, because Vincent was looking at himself so close, so close.Then Vincent smiled softly.The curvature of the mouth is beautiful.The muffled wind blowing from the top of the Hogwarts Summer Tower brought Vincent's curls and the faint smell of fragrant flowers under the castle, the wind was hot, but it could bring a slight sense of lightness.The colors and flavors are as rich as a full-bodied oil painting, and all the emotions here rise.Vincent raised his wand, the tip of which was aimed at Draco.Draco's heart was clenched.He didn't have time to fear what terrible spell Vincent was trying to use, he just didn't want this dream-like picture to be shattered.He closed his eyes.The silhouette of this scene still remains on the retina.He frowned, wanting to remember this scene for the rest of his life.The author has something to say: thank you for the mines.Well, I've decided not to change it.Follow the original idea to complete this sweet and greasy crush perspective.Well, yes, crush perspective.After all, Draco's mood had already been envisioned when he wrote it, and if you turn it back and compare it, you can see that there is indeed foreshadowing.Of course, if you feel tired, you can take the chapter where the protagonist died last year as the finale.Chapter 113: That Professor Lupin arrived very just in time.Vincent stood up and said something to Lupin, then walked over to ask for his wand.Without his cover, Draco's eyes lit up.A large expanse of blue sky is pressed like a lid in front of you, and only a few tiny wisps of white clouds float high in the sky, bringing a breathtaking sense of grandeur.It wasn't until Snape showed up in a rage to seek justice that Draco came to his senses a little.He realized how unexpected his thoughts were, and he finally tasted the emotion.Incredible......
The other party is obviously a boy.And it's a boy who doesn't look like a beating.But almost at the same time, the voice of the uncontrolled self appeared in the bottom of my heart.- Underwhelming?
But he's really good, isn't he?
- You think he owes a beating because he always ignores you......
The voice in his heart poked at Draco's sore foot.Draco glared at Vincent angrily.The other party received his gaze, but still looked indifferent.Draco's heart suddenly tightened - that's it, every time he was treated as a meaningless background by this guy, he would ......
Slightly sour.Draco didn't understand himself at all.Emotions are like that.So uncontrolled.Not even under the control of Draco himself's sanity.While Professor Snape was still babbling about something, Draco suddenly cringed into a sense of defeat, almost wanting to turn around and leave now, and go back to his dorm like a runaway.