Chapter 1703

In the British magic world, everyone knows that Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort, and Draco is no exception.

He has been targeting Harry mainly because he only plays with the Weasleys.

After all, Harry Potter was definitely a man of the day before the first year of school. As a child of a wealthy family, Draco naturally felt that his friend should be the best, so he took the initiative to make friends on the train.

However, Harry didn't play with him.

From childhood to adulthood, he was not so humiliated. He lost face in front of the two stupid attendants.

So since then, he has been against Harry. In fact, the most important thing is to deal with Ron. The red haired boy is so stupid that he will be cheated by a little provocation.

How much he hates Harry? That to have not, just that one breath that year cannot swallow just.

Now in fourth grade, most students turn to Miss Granger, the best student at Hogwarts.

Only Draco never gave up on Harry and thought that he should make friends with himself. Although the boy who survived the disaster had passed away and was nothing, Jinmao schoolmate was staring at him.

Looking at Harry, who is out of the ordinary and has no spirit at all, Draco takes a few steps suspiciously.

It's no doubt related to the photo in his hand, but I haven't seen Harry before because his parents died.

What's wrong with this picture?

With this in mind, Draco put the picture in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

It's very common. Two young men and women with golden hair should be in grade six or seven. They are laughing and taking pictures in front of a fake fountain. Their posture is also very ordinary.

Draco moved his eyes away from the top of the photo and looked at Harry sitting on the stump, his black hair greasy in the midday sun.

......

！！！

Jinmao's eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at the picture and looked up at Harry again. He repeated this several times.

"Hiss..."

he took a breath.

He got it. No wonder Harry was so out of his wits that he didn't even want to fight with himself. So it is!

It's impossible for anyone to be calm about this kind of thing, because it means that many things in the past have become mysteries. Draco thinks that if he knows that he is not the child of his parents, he will collapse.

The next second, a feeling called sympathy appeared in his mind. Harry was really a bit miserable. He thought that his parents had died, but now he was facing the mystery of his life experience.

Although we usually cast curses and pranks on each other, they are definitely not enemies of life and death.

Draco thinks that at this time, he should not do too much. On the contrary, he should encourage Harry in order to have his opponents play and have fun.

But this touched his blind spot of knowledge.

If you want him to make sarcastic remarks, you don't have to have repeated words even if you say three days and three nights.

But when it comes to comforting and cheering? He only knew the polite language of aristocratic communication. He felt that those were not enough, at least not enough to appease the injured heart of an orphan.

"I'm sorry."

For a long time, Draco came up with only one word. Instead of looking at Harry, he put the picture on the other's shoulder.

"Thank you."

Harry was like a zombie. He took the picture and looked down, as if he were looking for some secret, so focused.

For the first time, Draco heard Harry say thanks, and he became a little confused. He rubbed his hands on his robe, but didn't know where to put them.

He frowned and said impatiently, "don't thank me. Call me Draco in the future, not Mr. Malfoy. That makes me think my father is behind me."

"OK."

The black haired boy raised his head and forced a smile at the snake, which was more ugly than crying.

Draco sighed and didn't know whether to tell Harry what he had found. The guy seemed to have noticed something wrong, but he had not thought of the last step, the most important clue.

The evidence is in the most conspicuous place. Should I prompt myself?

No, still can't say, here is too close to the lake, what if Harry suddenly can't think of throwing himself into the lake?

Draco doesn't know how to swim. It's Muggles' sport. In broad daylight, he only wears shorts and soaks in the water with others? It is absolutely impossible for a pure blood aristocrat to do such behavior.

So he decided to change the subject and think about it for a long time. Suddenly, he had a flash of light:

"Mr. Porter, are you going to sign up for the top ten competition? I'm going to sign up. I'm sure I can't beat Miss Granger, but the second place is also good

"Just call me Harry, even though my father died early." Harry said a cold joke and shook his head mockingly. "I'll forget it. I'm not good for anything. I'll never be chosen. I don't want to lose face in front of so many people."This tone, the extreme state of bereavement, and his occasional deep gaze into the lake...

Draco suspected that Harry would commit suicide even if he did not find out the truth.

Jinmao rubbed his face and felt the pressure was too high. He could not let Harry die in front of him.

He likes to fight with Harry and Ron, but he doesn't want to kill his classmates.

He quickly sat down next to Harry, put his arm around the man, fixed it on the stump by his shoulder, and made sure that Harry would not break free and jump into the lake.

"Don't say that. You still have advantages. Although I don't want to admit it, you are better than me in PE class."

In fact, Professor Wilson's education policy for the lions and snakes is the "savage body" road. If the badger house and Eagle House courses are more like outings and picnics, it is not so easy here.

What triathlon, load-bearing cross-country, carrying log running, is exactly the set of process of Muggle training special forces.

What's more, under Draco's and Harry's gowns, they're all strong muscles, piece by piece. Otherwise, they won't be able to hold Harry's rifle shooting in the gun shop for a day, can't they?

That's what Draco said. For example, in the 10000 meter long-distance race, Harry's grade in the third grade last semester was less than 50 minutes, but he was more than 50 minutes, so dozens of seconds slower.

Harry shook his head. Although he passed the test, the professor said that many Muggle peers can run into 40 minutes. Hermione Granger's latest score is an inhuman data of 100 meters and seven seconds. It is said that when she grows up, her legs will grow faster.

It's true that people die more than people. Even girls of the same age can't run away. They are really a waste.

"Draco, look at the Black Lake, how beautiful it is. You should not have so much trouble sleeping under the water?"

Harry gave Draco a deep smile, his eyes full of confusion of the loser.

He meant Slytherin's common room.

All the little snakes really sleep in the cellar under the Black Lake, or underwater for short. Most of the snake houses were children of pure blood noble families. Harry couldn't imagine the happiness of the rich people, so he thought they had no worries.

That's what I said before.

But in the current situation, Draco heard this completely different meaning.

Sleep? No worries? Is it the kind of eternal "sleep"?!

He quickly hugged Harry and dragged him to the castle: "no! Harry, don't do that. Let's go to the infirmary and let Mrs. Pomfrey see what's wrong with you. It doesn't matter if you're sick. Don't give up treatment

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