Chapter 18 The Eve Before Dawn
As night falls and the city lights gradually come on, the London Rock Cellar bar in the city center is already bustling with activity. A music festival themed "Rock Night" is being held there, attracting countless rock fans and music enthusiasts.
Various retro band posters and music icons are hung on the black walls of the bar, and rock elements can be seen everywhere. The dim lights cast down, creating a mysterious and wild atmosphere.
There are various kinds of alcohol on the bar, and the bartender skillfully shakes the cocktail shaker to mix colorful cocktails.
On the stage, the bands were playing rock music with all their heart. The guitarist's wild guitar solo, the bassist's deep and powerful bass line and the drummer's strong rhythm brought the atmosphere to a climax.
The audience waved their glow sticks, jumped and screamed to the rhythm of the music, as if they were in a crazy rock world.
In the corner of the bar, music fans sat together in groups of three or four, holding beer or glow sticks in their hands, with excited smiles on their faces, dancing and sharing their musical experiences with each other.
In this sea of joy, a couple sat quietly at a corner of the bar, standing out from the bustling crowd. From a distance, they looked like two isolated islands in a storm.
"Harry! Brother, come and play. What's the point of sitting here?" Jason slapped Harry's shoulder with his big palm, pulled Harry's arm that was still in a stalemate, and was about to drag him off the high stool.
Draco's hand, which was pressing on Harry's wand, was also diverted by a series of movements and hooked on Harry's belt at the back.
"Oh! Sorry Harry, um, I meant the bathroom." Jason looked at the half of Harry's belt sticking out from the belt buckle and the half of Harry's fingers hidden behind his back. He raised his hands awkwardly like flags, trying to cover up the truth and change the subject.
Harry and Draco also realized this. Harry, who was trying to explain, was made extremely embarrassed by Jason's sincere approval of every word, but with his ambiguous eyes. He could only laugh it off and try to put the matter behind him.
"Hey, brother, your vision is not bad, but it's too high, which makes it easy to get nothing. So Harry, are you really not going to consider it again?" Jason glanced at Draco, who was silent, supporting his head with his hands and turning his wine glass, and couldn't help showing a hint of sympathy for Harry.
Old Malfoy would never let his only heir fall into Gryffindor's basket. Gryffindor and Potter alone were enough to give old Malfoy a heart attack. Add to that the title of Dumbledore's favorite Golden Savior, and he wanted to move away the Malfoy family's white rose along with the pot and flowers. It was simply a dream.
"No, we..." Harry scratched his head awkwardly. He wanted to say that he and Draco were not in that kind of relationship, but as the previous explanation had made things worse, Harry couldn't explain it clearly.
In addition, Draco was right next to him, and if he explained too much, Draco might think he was avoiding him and showing disdain.
With a sudden inspiration, he took advantage of Jason's lead in the conversation and pulled Jason towards the bathroom.
Draco had good hearing, but he only raised his eyelids to glance at Jason, who had an oily and powdered face. He was not going to argue with such a guy whose IQ and eyes were fed to dogs.
Draco gave Jason a cold, forced smile, and lowered his half-empty glass. He left Harry, who was frantically trying to save the situation, and turned his gaze to the exquisite machines surrounding the stage beams in the center of the dance floor.
Compared to the candles still used in the wizarding world, these neon lights are more convenient and brighter. I wonder if the fluorescent shining magic patterns can be stably replicated?
Draco wiped the condensation on the rim of the cup between his fingers. The fingerprints on the smoky gray bar were layered together, and before the last stroke, they turned into a small puddle of water.
The lights in the bar twinkled on the ceiling like a group of stars. They changed constantly with the rhythm of the music, dyeing the dancing crowd into various colors.
On the stage, the band members were playing with all their might. Their singing and melodies were full of power and passion, as if they were going to set the whole bar on fire.
The DJ stood by, his fingers dancing rapidly on the console, mixing one song after another to create an irresistible rhythm.
The crowd in the dance floor danced wildly to the rhythm of the music, their figures jumping under the lights, as if they were a group of unrestrained elves.
Harry was moving backwards on the dance floor, trying hard to break free from Jason's entanglement, and cleverly squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the edge of the dance floor.
He was breathing heavily, a trace of fatigue on his face, but there was a glint of excitement in his eyes.
However, when he looked back at where Draco had been, he found another strange figure sitting there.
His mood suddenly felt like a plummet, and a cold wind blew through the cracks.
He looked around, hoping to see Draco again in the crowd, but there were only unfamiliar faces and noisy voices around him, as if he had suddenly traveled back to Jurchen Road.
The messy and ostentatious bird's nest above Harry's head instantly fell to the ground and stretched out. He stood silently beside the bar stool, looking at the strange brown man in front of him with empty eyes.
His heart was filled with confusion and uneasiness. He didn't understand why Draco left suddenly without leaving any words.
He must be tired, Harry thought.
He tried to tell himself that it was just an accidental early departure, but deep down he couldn't suppress the loss and loneliness.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.
He needed to talk to Draco and tell him that it was very rude to leave early like this.
Yes! Draco's behavior is reprehensible.
Harry turned and ran towards the door, but accidentally bumped into someone.
"Ouch!"
Harry clutched his forehead and cried out in pain.
"Potter?!" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in front of Harry. Harry looked up and a red-faced and browed face came into his sight.
"Draco?" Harry's mouth opened wide, the corners of his mouth suddenly reaching the same height as his ears.
"If it's not me, then who is it? Why are you running so fast? Are you going to pick up Merlin next?" Draco crossed his arms and glared at Harry unhappily.
"Draco? What are you doing here?"
"What else can I say? Someone is going to the toilet to get a contract, right?" There was a weird tone in Draco's voice.
Draco's words almost choked Harry to death.
Harry rubbed his nose sheepishly. "I didn't go to the bathroom. Jason's friend pulled me onto the dance floor halfway through. I had a hard time getting away."
As Harry spoke, he glanced at Draco secretly and was relieved to find that the other person's expression didn't seem so angry.
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