allonlinenovel Chapter 174 Merlin and Ian 2
Chapter 174 Merlin and Ian 2
The Triwizard Tournament!
Draco appears serious on the surface, but in reality his mind is wandering.
It sounded so familiar! Something was bound to happen in this competition! He hadn't really listened to Dumbledore's introduction of the new teacher, and naturally, he hadn't noticed the obscure, unfriendly look that the famous Mad-Eye Moody was giving him.
According to the metaphysics of the Savior, it seems that something will definitely happen in the Triwizard Tournament, Draco thought.
He frowned slightly. What was this bad feeling? His head started to hurt again.
Draco rubbed his forehead and forced himself to cheer up. He was once again the elegant and well-mannered little prince of Slytherin.
He was not interested in the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. After exchanging pleasantries, Draco quietly left the hall amid the revelry of the crowd.
And everything was seen by Harry who was sitting at the Gryffindor table.
He fiddled with the food on his plate absentmindedly, without any appetite. Where was Draco Malfoy going in such a hurry? He looked unwell, was he sick? He didn't seem to eat much...
Harry actually noticed the platinum-haired little prince in the crowd when he entered school.
It was so dazzling that Harry couldn't control his gaze at it. He wanted to go up to the little prince in his heart and say hello, and ask him if he would like to be his friend.
His new friend Ron stopped him and told him that the little prince was called Draco Malfoy, the leader of the pure-bloods, and he followed He Who Must Not Be Named.
Harry stopped.
Ron probably thought he'd taken him in. But the reason Harry stopped was the look the little prince gave him.
A very brief glance made Harry realize that they could not be friends. In that look, there was indifference, disregard, as if Harry was just a speck of dust that could be seen everywhere.
Why? He couldn't see him in his eyes? Wasn't he the savior? Didn't he defeat Voldemort? Doesn't that make you feel the least bit moved?
Harry became humble and polite after entering school, which was probably inseparable from this glance.
In fact, Draco had no idea who was who. It was just that people kept whispering about the savior behind him, so he was curious to see. However, he forgot that he had lost his memory and didn't know what the savior looked like.
Harry was like a pervert, always peeking at and following the little prince of Slytherin. With the invisibility cloak, this behavior became even worse.
He didn't know why he did this. The Quirrell incident in his first year gave him a good reason. Voldemort might make a comeback, so he was monitoring the Malfoys to see if they had any abnormalities.
Draco is actually very regular. Apart from attending classes and eating, he spends most of his time in the library and dormitory.
Harry followed Draco into the Slytherin common room. It was obvious that there was a slight difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin; Slytherin was truly luxurious.
Ron had become accustomed to Harry's occasional disappearances, and Hermione had a vague feeling that Harry was paying too much attention to Draco.
"Harry? Harry?" Hermione called out to Harry a few times, feeling somewhat helpless as he didn't know what he was thinking.
She looked at Draco's retreating figure, then at Harry. Perhaps girls were more mature than boys in this regard. She was not Ron, a guy with only a teaspoon of emotional intelligence. She had long seen through Harry's feelings for Draco.
If Harry was not her friend, if Harry did not have the title of savior, she would definitely punish this pervert.
You follow Draco Malfoy every day. Are you following him even when he's showering? No way... no way? ...
This was really unfair to Harry. He had never been to Draco's dormitory.
"What's wrong, Min?" Harry came back to his senses and looked at Hermione in confusion.
"..." Hermione looked strange, and after a while she said, "Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons just said hello to you." But Harry just stared blankly and ignored her.
"Um, sorry, is there anything I can help you with?" Only then did Harry see the beautiful woman with silver hair and blue eyes sitting opposite him.
He asked politely, his heart calm. His hair wasn't as smooth as Draco's, and his eyes weren't as pretty as Draco's.
"No, nothing. I just want to see what the famous savior looks like." Furong's words were filled with obvious arrogance and dissatisfaction.
She had never been ignored like this before, and this savior didn't even seem confused by her. She had always been the center of attention, which made her curious about Harry.
She had expected Harry to apologize and invite her to sit down and talk or something.
Unexpectedly, Harry just replied coldly with an "oh" and hurriedly got up and went somewhere.
Hermione gave Fleur, who was stunned and trying to suppress her anger, an awkward but polite smile. "People have three urgent needs."
Harry was worried about Draco, who seemed unwell, so he put on his invisibility cloak in a deserted corner after leaving the Great Hall and walked towards the observatory.
He had just seen Draco coming this way.
Draco was sitting on the observatory railing, completely defenseless. Harry was so nervous that he almost fainted when he saw this scene.
The railing was narrow, and Draco looked as if a gust of wind would blow him away. Harry gripped his wand tightly and approached Draco, breathless. He didn't dare remove his Invisibility Cloak rashly, or make a sound, lest he startle Draco and cause him to fall.
Draco somehow came to the observatory. Although he didn't know why he came here, his headache gradually stopped after he came here.
He stared at the dim sky in a trance. The stars had already emerged, unwilling to be lonely, but on the other side of the mountain, circles of dark pink sunset glow surrounded the last bit of sunlight, refusing to set for a long time.
The wind was a bit chilly today. Draco was only wearing a thin robe and his face turned pale.
But he seemed to feel nothing at all, just staring at the sky in a daze.
"It's snowing?" Draco muttered to himself.
White snowflakes fell from the sky, beautiful and holy.
A small, naughty snowflake fell into Draco's eyes and turned into tears that slid down his face.
Draco touched the place where his tears had flowed, and was a little absent-minded.
Harry watched the scene quietly.
It's really beautiful. But, I feel uneasy...
The snow wasn't heavy, so I left quietly before anyone noticed.
Draco looked at the completely darkened sky, and only then did he realize how cold it was. He slowly turned around on the railing and landed lightly.
Seeing his shaky figure, Harry followed him worriedly.
After they all left, a man emerged from the shadows. He looked at Harry and Draco's retreating backs and grinned.
As expected, Draco developed a high fever the next day and it lasted for several days.
He lay on the bed in the infirmary, listening to Pansy tell him the results of the Warriors' selection.
Provincial version: Harry Potter was chosen to be the fourth warrior and was isolated by the whole school.
"You're saying the savior shot it himself? That's hilarious." Pansy scoffed. "Everyone knows what a savior looks like. I think it's more accurate to say someone shot it to train their golden boy."
Everyone knew Dumbledore's partiality. The Slytherins felt it most acutely. After discussing it, they decided that it was simply impossible for the Savior to accomplish this.
But they weren't going to explain themselves to the Savior. It was good enough that they stayed out of it. Help? No kidding, a Gryffindor? Ha.
Draco's face was unusually flushed due to his illness. He coughed twice. His gray-blue eyes were misty and filled with a captivating sense of fragmentation.
Pansy quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Draco, looking at their little prince lovingly.
"I've told you to take care of yourself. You're already in poor health, and yet you still go out to get caught in the wind. I really don't know what you're thinking." Pansy couldn't help but mutter.
She seemed fierce but was actually gentle as she pushed Draco's cheek with her fingertips.
Draco smiled sweetly, saying nothing, but just frowning slightly, which softened Pansy's heart.
"Oh, have a good rest. If you continue like this, I will tell Aunt Narcissa." She covered Draco with the quilt and patted him gently.
"Thank you, Pansy." Draco, with only his head sticking out, was indeed a little sleepy. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and mumble softly. "Next time we go to Hogsmeade, let's go to that Fengya brand wizard clothing store you've always wanted to see... I heard they have a lot of new products recently... huh... huh..."
Draco fell asleep while talking. Because of his illness, his breathing was a little heavier than usual.
Pansy paused for a moment and couldn't help but smile. Draco was always like this, remembering what they said casually.
This is also the reason why she, Blaise, and Theodore gathered around Draco even though they knew that the Dark Lord might make a comeback and they, the neutral factions, should have made a choice early on.
Theodore didn't count, but his father, Nott, had long ago chosen a way out for him - to go to the United States. However, Theodore refused.
Slytherins are a group of ambitious guys. They know how to advance and retreat, and judge the situation. They will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
But they cherish this friendship even more. It is precious, pure and beautiful.
Pansy carefully drew the curtains, dimmed the lights, and left the infirmary at Madam Pomfrey's gentle urging.
Harry took off the hood of his cloak, his eyes full of confusion. When Ron didn't believe him and Dumbledore pressed him, he didn't expect that the only one who believed him was Slytherin...
He stared at Draco in a trance. No one knew what he was thinking. Harry stood there all night. Only when Draco showed signs of waking did he put on his cloak and leave.
Draco vaguely sensed someone watching him. But when he woke up, he saw no one. He figured he'd become overly sensitive after being sick.
He must have been overthinking it.
Draco had no opinion on Harry being chosen as the fourth champion. During the game, he only clapped his hands perfunctorily as he watched the savior advancing triumphantly.
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, Blaise commented sharply after Harry rescued Fleur's sister and Ron.
Harry's eyes swept over the absent-minded person not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.
He felt a little lost; Draco didn't seem to be paying much attention to him.
Draco was thinking, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He had no idea where this premonition came from.
This made him feel a little anxious.
His intuition told him that something very unexpected would happen in the third level.
He thought about it for a long time, but still didn't tell his parents. He hoped that everything was just an illusion. He sighed.
On the way, he was stopped by a boy from Durmstrang again. Draco, who was invited to the dance, could hardly keep the polite smile on his face.
What's wrong with you Germans? Donate your eyes to those who need them. He's a man! A man! A man!
He sat depressed in the Potions classroom, slumped over the table and motionless.
While Pansy wasn't in class, she poked him with a hint of gloating. "Tsk tsk, our young master is still the most charming. So, is he interested in a cross-border relationship?"
The low pressure on Harry, who was eavesdropping not far away, was so frightening that it was almost terrifying.
Ron shivered and looked around in confusion, wondering why it was suddenly so cold.
Hermione shook her head. What an idiot, Harry.
"Pansy!" Draco finally raised his head. His face flushed red, and he didn't know whether it was because of shyness or anger.
In short, the Hogwarts students who knew what happened in the morning and had been secretly paying attention to Draco now understood why those Durmstrang boys had been so persistent in inviting Draco.
Well, the little prince of Slytherin is really good-looking.
"Hermione, did you hear any noise?" Ron thought he heard the sound of a mouse, but it seemed unlikely.
"...It's a mouse." Hermione looked speechlessly at Harry, whose teeth were about to spark, and couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Ron felt a little aggrieved. Rats are rats, so why roll his eyes at him? Was it because of what happened with Harry earlier?
But he already knew he was wrong and apologized...
Harry was absent-minded during Potions class. Snape, contentedly, deducted a large number of points from Gryffindor. Great! 20 points were deducted from Gryffindor today, successfully completing the KPI.
Harry ignored Hermione's death ray and saw Draco and his friends talking about something, then walking towards the Slytherin common room alone. He couldn't help but follow him.
"Harry! Defense Against the Dark Arts class...over there..." Ron watched Harry disappear around the corner in confusion.
"Draco!" Harry called out to Draco who was walking a little fast in front.
Draco turned politely. "Excuse me, Mr. Potter."
"Um... well, I wanted to ask if you have a dance partner for the dance." Harry had already thought of an answer.
"Huh?" Draco wondered if he was hallucinating. What was this savior saying?
What happened today??