HP's return to innocence

Afterwards everything was normal, and the hat just touched the ends of Draco's hair when it screamed, "Slytherin—!"

But this time Draco didn't feel any positive emotions such as pride, pride, and happiness. He even felt that his stomach was cold and hard, his shoulders and back were a little sore, and he was heavy, and he couldn't walk. Unable to be as flexible as usual.

Then he sat at the long Slytherin table, and the seniors or the freshmen who had already assigned houses before him, all applauded in a reserved and friendly manner.But the ones that Draco saw were no longer the Hogwarts students at the moment.

He saw some people in rags, becoming one of the homeless and desolate people in Knockturn Alley; After the body was discovered; some people committed suicide in madness; some people became walking dead in Azkaban...

Drake took a deep breath, smiled at the applauding classmates and seniors, and took his seat.

He doesn't have the fraternity and compassion of Gryffindor, he's just a selfish Malfoy of Slytherin, these scenes that emerge, what makes him think is not "to live with everyone", but how to let him "Own" family members can break free from the muddy quagmire of death and corruption, and he has no control over the lives of others.

He used Malfoy's last chance, not to come back and snatch the halo of the "savior", because he was well aware of his own insignificance.

At most...he would only selectively and vaguely remind his friends at the right time.And give them support without endangering yourself.As for changing the fate of people around on a large scale?There must be something "big" about it, and if it caught the attention of either Dumbledore or Voldemort - or even worse, both - it would all be over.

Of course Harry Potter also went to Gryffindor, and he sat on the stool, listening to the Sorting Hat saying that he would be successful in Slytherin.But he doesn't want any success. He came to this magical place to find his own life. What he wants are parents, friends, and elders. Some friends are talking and making trouble.

He looked at Draco, the boy with platinum blonde hair was sitting straight on the long table in Slytherin, without looking back at all, he remembered the unpleasant conversation between the two of them just now on the road.

Harry finally realized that the other... Maybe he didn't consider him a friend.For a moment, Harry wondered if it was possible for him to win the other party's friendship, but he saw Ron still standing in the crowd waiting for sorting—why would he want to win over someone who didn't want to be friends with him? ?Obviously there is a better choice.

"Not to Slytherin, not to Slytherin." Harry muttered to the Sorting Hat in his mind.

"We've got Harry Potter!" Draco heard cheers from a long table behind him.

Then the sorting continued, with Ron Weasley being sorted into Gryffindor as quickly as Draco was being sorted into Slytherin.

Thus, two-thirds of history is still on the original track, although the share of the one-third that deviates ... is "a little" larger than the one-third in the traditional sense.

But it doesn't matter.Draco said in his heart, Gryffindor and the savior are all Dumbledore's business, and whether they live or die has nothing to do with a Malfoy.

Not long after, Zabini sat next to him.

"This sucks," Zabini whined softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Draco, who suddenly felt better, smiled softly. It was understandable. After all, everyone walked the same long way, but Zabini stood for the longest time.

So Zabini gritted his teeth at his friend, but all Draco whispered was, "Daphne Greengrass is looking at you." She was the prettiest girl of their class.

Zabini immediately sat upright, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor.

Then comes the dinner party that most people look forward to, but Hogwarts house-elves are, and are, no match for the craftsmanship of Malfoy's elves (not counting Dobby).

While sipping lamb chops, Draco thought about what his father and mother were doing now?Maybe it's a bit embarrassing, but his soul age is already 37 years old, and he really misses them...

After singing the school song together like a disaster, the opening dinner officially ended.

Because the number of freshmen in this school year is odd, there will be one person who can have a single dormitory. Originally, this should be Brace in alphabetical order, but in fact, the school of that single dormitory is marked with Drake's name.Same thing last time, Slytherins respect authority...

Drake walked into his dormitory, which was as strange and familiar to him as any other place.Draco looked at his room, and when he was sure that he was the only one left in the space, he didn't feel peaceful, but rather uncontrollable—not any positive feeling of happiness, but as if The main tone of this cellar is the same, dark and cold.

My father once said that Hogwarts is a sanctuary for all minor wizards, and all adult wizards will definitely leave a wonderful and happy memory in Hogwarts.

Maybe it was the case with the father, Potter and the others, Dean Snape, and even a certain dark lord.But Draco didn't think that he, or his generation, and subsequent generations of Slytherins were the same...

What joy do they have here?Drake tried hard to recall the last seven years, not to say that there was no joy at all, but after that short-lived little joy, it was often followed by all kinds of huge blows—Draco also wanted to He admitted that a large part of the reason for this was his own naivety and clumsiness at the time.

In short, those seven years left him with deep memories.It's the weird black shadow lying on the unicorn in the forbidden forest and sucking blood. It's the academy cup that flies away every year because of someone's "calmness, courage, integrity" or other virtues. It's the one that turns him into a white mink Mad-Eye Moody, the disappearing cabinet that never seems to be fixed, and Dumbledore's dying face...

Thinking of this, Draco's thoughts suddenly turned to thinking about the current Hogwarts headmaster.

And "didn't kill Dumbledore" did save him, but afterwards Drake couldn't help but think, was Dumbledore really protecting his "pure heart" at that time?

Failure to kill him made him miss the final opportunity to restore the Dark Lord's trust in the Malfoy family, allowing Dean Snape to gain more Dark Lord's trust, and making his father's situation even more difficult.

But if he killed Dumbledore at that time, his father would be able to stand by the Dark Lord's side again. At that time, would the Dark Lord still do so many stupid things?Will the final outcome be the same?At least, in the final battle, the mother who knew that she could not turn back would not let Potter go.

In this way, Dumbledore actually saved Harry Potter, but whether he saved Draco Malfoy is not necessarily...

Draco shook his head and stopped thinking about these things that had little to do with the present.He walked to the desk, where the quill, inkwell, and parchment lay.He wrote his parents the first letter after arriving at Hogwarts, and generally speaking, he could only send this letter through the owl hut the next morning.However, he now has a pixie.

At about the same time, Lucius and Narcissa had already finished their dinner.

But Lucius didn't go back to his study to deal with his papers, and Narcissa didn't go back to her bedroom to look through her magazines.They were still sitting at the table, Lucius drinking red wine and Narcissa eating strawberry pudding.

"Xiaolong... I don't know if he can adapt to the bed in the dormitory." Lucius' gray eyes looked at the bright red wine in the crystal glass in a daze.

"The meals of Hogwarts elves are always very greasy." Narcissa pursed her lips, and the action of digging the pudding became slower.

At this moment, with a sudden bang, an elf wearing a pillowcase appeared in their dining room, holding a letter in his hand, bending down respectfully and handing the letter to Lucius. After Si received the letter, it disappeared into the air with another bang.

"It's a letter from Xiaolong." The platinum aristocrat, who seemed a bit dim at first, became dazzling again in an instant, even though... what was written on the parchment couldn't be regarded as a letter at all, it was just a note at most.

"I miss you."

I miss you all.

Lucius handed the note to Narcissa, coughed twice and said, "Xiaolong is too dependent on us."

Narcissa raised her eyebrows. If Lucius didn't have such a weird smile on his face, it might be more convincing: "Then what are you going to do, write a roaring letter to reprimand Xiaolong?"

"Of course not." Lucius frowned, "It's just...not replying."

"Okay then, just do as you say."

"Sissy, what do you mean by 'I'll do what I say'?" Platinum nobles are still very sensitive when it comes to word games.

"It means that I will do what I want. What, do you have any objections? Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"No..." Lucius gritted his teeth and replied.

On the first day of school, in the Hogwarts auditorium, the freshmen enjoyed the spectacular owl bombing for the first time.

From one of the owls, Drake got a package from home, or rather from Narcissa, a large box full of Narcissa's own candy, with a sticky note tied with a green ribbon on top.

"I miss you, too."

Drake laughed, of course he had expected this to happen, his father was awkward, so he didn't reply, and his mother was also awkward, so he changed We into I.But the thoughts are the same.

"My mother sent candy, do you want to try it?" Drake said the same thing to his classmates last time, but at that time he held his head high and looked at others with the whites of his eyes, rather than inviting everyone to taste Rather, it is more like a king giving alms to beggars.

But this time, he smiled and asked in a calm tone.The same words give people a completely different feeling.

Everyone responded differently. They once smiled stiffly, expressing their honor.But this time they naturally smiled and expressed their gratitude.

Draco doesn't know how many times he has confirmed that he used to be an idiot...