Chapter 1: The Eve Before Dawn 1 (Revised)
The speakers beside the train station were playing to themselves. A bustling crowd was moving between the trains, and the noise filled the eardrums. However, Draco, with a dull look in his eyes, seemed to be isolated from the outside world, just looking out the window quietly.
Playful friends, gentle and nagging elders, kind and friendly passers-by, the savior's surroundings are always so lively and happy.
Draco couldn't help but raise his hand and roughly pull down the curtains to block out the glaring sunlight outside.
"Shit..."
Draco leaned back in his seat irritably, cursing under his breath.
Damn savior, did he turn himself into gold galleons? Every time he walks around, everyone pays attention to him.
He bit his lip, jealousy growing like wild weeds. His eyes flickered as he looked at the gleaming red string in his mind. The mental tentacle dangling above the red button flickered like a waving sleeve, appearing and disappearing, only to be retracted once more.
Draco closed his eyes, and countless smiling faces around Harry Potter appeared in his mind, and each pair of eyes looked at him with a sincere smile.
The red use button instantly turned gray, and the golden red rope card slowly floated on the screen, flashing red light.
[The rescue gift pack was used successfully, I wish the player good luck!]
A transparent red rope appeared in front of Draco, one end wrapped around his hand, while the other end hung precariously on the shelf above Draco, a small circle in the void moving without wind.
[Depend on! ]
Draco grabbed his hair in despair, sat up from the bed like a wandering soul, and fumbled around on the bedside table.
"Close the window." He grabbed the wand and pointed at the curtains. The rippling water outside the window was instantly blocked by the dark green curtains, and the room returned to its dim and warm state.
"Why did you get up so early today?" Blaise, who was enjoying breakfast, looked at Draco's rosy face with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Normally, Draco would have been dressed in a suit and tie by now, heading to the lobby to confront Harry Potter. But today, he was unusually still fast asleep in bed, waiting for his breakfast delivery to arrive before slowly waking up.
"This is not like you normally, Draco." Blaise looked at Draco sitting opposite him, a hint of gossip in his eyes.
"Tell me, which beauty was it last night that made our young master Malfoy so amorous that he even stayed out all night!" Blaise's tone was full of joking. He nudged Draco's elbow with his elbow and said, "Tell me about it quickly."
"Nothing." Draco avoided his inquiring gaze and picked up the milk on the table: "Potions class is almost time. If you don't want to leave the new professor with the impression that you are a latecomer, you should act, Blaise."
"Oh, okay." He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, which had just turned to eight o'clock, and raised his eyebrows regretfully.
Potions classroom.
Draco crossed his arms and looked nonchalantly at the white cauldrons lined up in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.
Professor Slughorn stood in the middle of the classroom, muttering his opening speech.
"Ah!" Slughorn turned around in surprise and greeted Harry enthusiastically.
"Harry, son, I was beginning to get worried. I see you brought friends along?"
Draco looked up and saw Harry shoving and interrupting the embarrassed Weasley to chat with Slughorn in a familiar manner.
Draco looked away and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Does anyone know what these are?"
Slughorn opened the lid, and a wisp of pink mist floated out. The strong aroma filled his nose. Draco, who was thinking, couldn't help but take two deep breaths.
"This pot is a love potion, the most powerful love potion in history. It is said that it will emit a scent that is most attractive to the person, depending on the person. For example, what I smelled is..."
"Freshly mowed lawn"
[Chocolate Candy]
“Brand-new parchment”
[The smell of wood from a broomstick]
"And... spearmint toothpaste"
He looked up casually and saw a black head looming in the crucible filled with colorful liquid.
[And... summer hay]
Blaise glanced at Draco, who was distracted, then looked at Harry Potter, who was pretending to peek in passing by, raised an eyebrow, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stretched out his right arm and put it on Draco's shoulder, winking at Draco: "Draco, something's wrong——"
He patted Draco's shoulder and gestured for him to look at Harry, who was fighting with Weasley for a book. "I didn't expect you to like this. You have such a strange hobby."
"I'm about to vomit." Draco glared at Blaise and pushed away the arm on his shoulder in disgust.
"Okay..." Blaise curled his lips and restrained his playful smile a little.
Blaise walked past Harry Potter, taking the book, smiling widely.
Draco had no embarrassment of gossiping, and he turned his golden head around confidently and walked past Harry Potter.
Gryffindor.
Harry lay flat on the bed, gently turning the glass bottle in his hand, and couldn't help but compare Draco, who was as arrogant as a peacock today, with the one in his dream the night before.
The golden lucky potion rotated slowly, and as the glass bottle turned, the potion emitted brilliant golden halos. In a trance, it seemed as if I saw the golden hair jumping and dancing in the sunlight again.
That cluster of gold seemed to be an extension of the sunlight, shining with charming light and dancing in the air like an elf.
The boy's face was faintly visible in the sunlight, and each of his steps was light and graceful, as if he was dancing to a jumping melody.
Pink lips, fair face, slightly panting breaths, tiny tears falling from the corners of his eyes. The corners of his eyes, reddened by the heat, and his muffled sobs slowly flowed down his handsome face, across his nose and cheeks, dripping onto the soft pillowcase in beads of sweat. Traces of bright red, like the vibrant scars on a delicate flower after rain, pitiful, yet all the more moving.
The boy's thick thumb gently pressed on the bottle, and the peacock with its tail swung proudly and the rose with its buds crushed by the rain and drooping head overlapped in an instant.
Harry, whose hair was almost steamed, grabbed his long hair in annoyance and turned over to sit up.
Why do I keep thinking about that little bastard today?
It’s all because of last night!
"Harry, hey, brother, are you still awake?" Ron's red hair emerged from the quilt. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the energetic Harry with confusion.
"Just about to go to bed." Harry rubbed his messy bangs, "How about you? Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Ron blinked his hazy eyes and yawned: "I dreamed that I failed the Quidditch selection, and then..." Ron scratched his head awkwardly.
Harry was stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look into Ron's eyes and encouraged him earnestly, "Come on, Ron, you can do it. Believe me, I think you can do it!"
"Well, okay." Ron grinned. "Thank you, Harry. I'm not sure, but... you're right. I can do it."
After he finished speaking, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in his own fantasy. "I'm going to become powerful, Harry," Ron muttered.
Listening to Ron's voice becoming softer and softer, Harry sighed, hoping that he wouldn't have that kind of dream again tonight. He didn't want to have any strange relationship with Malfoy at all.
Tick, tick, tick, Harry felt the cold water splashing on his skin. He looked up in confusion. A huge simulated snake head was opening wide above his head. Drops of water slid down its white fangs and dripped onto Harry's body.
Harry looked around. The closed and seamless room was filled with gloom. Apart from the simulated snake head above his head, there was only the shabby wooden bed in the corner and a few shabby dolls placed against the wall on the bed. They looked even more weird and eerie under the dim light.
[Is this a dream again? Then... he is there too.] Harry looked around carefully, trying to find the familiar golden hair, but found nothing.
[He should be here too...why don't I see him?] Harry frowned.
"Harry, Harry!" Draco Malfoy's shouts and slapping sounds came from the other end of the bed.
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