[HP] Shh, it's a secret

This night is bound to be a sleepless night.

Back to Malfoy Manor from Spider's End, Draco had been sitting on the window sill, holding a gold coin in his hand and slowly rubbing along the edge.

It looked no different from a normal Gallon, with golden light, three-dimensional numbers, and hollow patterns, but it became Draco.Malfoy's first step on a road that he didn't know was right or wrong, let alone where the way out was.

It was one of a pair of fake gold galleons transfigured for correspondence.Originally derived from the naive and ridiculous [-]th grade DA (Dumbledore's Army, invented by Hermione), who made some minor modifications to convey a brief text message in addition to changing the numbers on the edge of the coin.He'd used them to direct Madame Rostamo, twice with great success, and both times with that damned old madman flying off the tower.

The heat from the palm a few minutes ago indicated that the other one had fallen into the hand of the person he wanted to fall into.That person, what he hates, hates, hates or is jealous... Those toad green eyes are like a bright flame in the dark, anyone who is not blind can see it at a glance.

Draco thought of the man who had taken him away from Potter in such a rage, how interesting things were going to be when stupid Potter was involved.Draco pursed his lips in disgust.Surveillance—he'd never been naive enough to think he'd be free as a child—he didn't care anymore.He gripped the coin in his hand so hard that it almost deformed.

There was already no way out.

As the sun rose and set, when the iron-colored gate of Malfoy Manor on the opposite side was gradually stained with the faint red of the setting sun, Draco spread his hands, and the blue magic power gathered along his long fair fingers into the palm of his hand. The coin in his hand The pattern on it slowly changed its shape, and finally condensed into a string of short messages.

At the same time, on the other end of the magic connection, four words slowly emerged on the other pair of coins.

"Seven Potters..." Harry.Potter read them in a low voice, as he sat alone in the living room.The Dursleys had just left, and he could even hear the car's horn as it turned the corner.

What does seven baud... mean?Harry looked carefully at the coin in his hand, he could already confirm that it was Draco.Malfoy's, he'd heard him talk about them in the Tower.It might be a trap, and he should have thrown it away the moment he picked it up, or handed it to... Dumbledore in the first place.

Harry lost his train of thought.

Dumbledore is dead.

seven baud...

Harry got up from his chair and shuffled upstairs to his bedroom.The lights were not turned on, and the room was very dark and full of shadows in the twilight.There was silence all around, and now only he and his Hedwig were left, and they still needed to stay in this dead house for three days.He actually began to miss Uncle Vernon's growling.

"Seven Potters Hedwig, maybe Malfoy thinks that seven Voldemorts are not enough and he wants seven Potters..." Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "Damn it..."

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar from somewhere nearby.Harry straightened up abruptly, and opened the window to look out into the garden.The darkness seemed to ripple, and the air itself vibrated.Immediately afterwards, with a bang, a figure began to appear - Hagrid, Kingsley, Moody, Ron...

Harry jumped to his feet, rushed downstairs and opened the door to usher them into the living room, greetings ringing in his ears.Moody interrupted Harry just as he was about to tell Hermione and Ron about Malfoy.

"The plan has changed, we decided to let you leave today." Mad-Eye said bluntly.

"Today? Isn't it three days later?"

"Today, in an hour's time," Mad-Eye said, "we can't wait until your mother's magic wears off, then you'll be exposed, and the planned departure on the 30th was just a sham leak to the Ministry, hopefully they've passed on To Voldemort, if we're lucky we can fool them. Of course, the Death Eaters must have someone watching around here too...but none of that matters, what matters is..." He pulled a bottle out of his cloak Muddy, "The important thing is that we're going to have seven Potters. Please, give me some hair Harry."

"Seven Potters!" cried Harry, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, when Moody said seven Potters.

"Yes, Harry, seven freckled, skinny little idiots." Fred said, patting him on the shoulder, pretending to be serious. I don’t want to be like that forever.”

"Seven Potters! Who told you that? I mean whose idea?" Harry asked loudly, without laughing.

"It doesn't matter who's idea, no one would think that we have seven Potters, and the You-Know-Who can't divide himself into seven parts. Come on hair, boy." Moody clung to his crutch hard, reached out and grabbed Potter. A few strands of hair on the top of Harry's head were pulled out with a little effort. "Good," said Moody, limping out the stopper of the potion bottle, putting the hair in and shaking it. .

Taking advantage of the gap between the potion's reaction, Hermione and Ron pulled Harry aside.

"We all thought you'd object, Harry," said Hermione.

"Yes, I object, you shouldn't be taking risks for me." Harry said, "I'm just surprised, seven Potters...Malfoy..." Harry's voice trailed off.

"Malfoy?" Hermione frowned, obviously surprised at the sudden pop out of Harry's mouth.

"Malfoy, he seems to have known." Harry muttered.

"Malfoy? That Malfoy?" Ron's eyes widened. "Don't be kidding, man, they only planned this an hour ago."

"I'm telling the truth, Malfoy came by last night and left me this." Harry took out the magic coin.

"Didn't Hermione do this? Harry, you must be dreaming. If Malfoy knew you lived here, you would have been arrested." Ron said.

Malfoy did know, and while he was still standing there, Harry couldn't argue.Over there, Moody has already called the fake Potters to line up.

Ron, Hermione, George, Fred, Fleur, and Montgomery drank the Polyjuice Potion containing Harry's hair at the same time, and a few seconds later seven identical Harrys appeared beside the sofa in the living room.Porter.Really Harry thought it was so funny, the other six he, he suddenly thought maybe that's how Voldemort felt when he faced his six Horcruxes, no, it should be worse, at least he and his doubles didn't think connected.

"You follow me, Harry!" Hagrid said to him suddenly. "We're the last to go, on the motorbike, and you sit in the sidecar."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Harry responded casually, only to realize that other people had already mounted brooms or night sparrows, and they were all looking at him, and his luggage and owl had already been loaded into Hagrid's motorcycle in the car.Blushing, Harry quickly climbed into the sidecar.

"Good luck everyone!" Moody called. "See you at The Burrow in an hour."

As soon as the words fell, Hagrid kicked his feet hard, and the motorcycle roared like a fire dragon, and then rushed into the night sky.They quickly shuttled through the night, and in the corner of their eyes, brooms flew up into the air, and a night unicorn passed over his head.

……

Draco reached out and lifted the broom up, and flew to the highest point, at least thirty Death Eaters wearing hoods like him surrounded the sky in a circle.

Suddenly, from some point underground, there was the earth-shattering roar of a Muggle motorcycle.In an instant, the dark night sky was illuminated by an illumination spell, filled with screams and deadly green light.

"There are seven Potters, there are seven Potters..." The Death Eaters who participated in the siege paused for a second almost at the same time, and in this second, the seven Potters and their protectors separated and broke out from seven directions. up.

"Chase separately." Tonight's person in charge ordered loudly.Draco leaned forward and was the first to follow the motorcycle with the biggest target, followed by Bellatrix, Stan.Thorn Park and Selwyn.The wind whistled past his ears, tearing at the hood that covered his face.The light of the Killing Curse swished over his head and flew past his ears, and collided with the light of the curse shot from the sidecar in front of him. Red, green, and blue collided in the air, ejecting colorful sparks .

Draco couldn't hold his wand, he could only choose between wand and broom.His broom was crooked like it might lose control at any moment, making it impossible for the Death Eaters behind him to aim accurately.

"Get out of the way Draco, get out of the way!" Bellatrix slammed into him from behind, knocking him out of the way.At this moment, a wall burst out from the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle in front, and Bellatrix couldn't reach the anti-collision.With a loud bang, her broom shattered and she fell.

Draco's broom stopped, and he froze for a second before leaning down to save his aunt.In the night sky, those gorgeous magic spells like fireworks lit up again, and only two Death Eaters were left chasing behind the motorcycle.