"I'm glad you came to me, Jack, and I wonder if that means we're on the same page?"

Draco Malfoy's face was paler than he had ever been, and he looked overworked.

"I'd love to say yes, but Silver can't lie, we're on the opposite side for now. "Especially after your accomplices tried to kill me." ”

"Kill you? no, no, my companions and I never wanted to kill you. Malfoy shook his head.

"Is it true that I have experienced it myself?"

"I'll let me know that the Dark Lord doesn't just have us under his command. The Snake of Devouring Bodies is an organization created by the Dark Lord based on the original Death Eaters, but there are others who work for the Dark Lord. ”

"Anyone else?" Silver frowned, "The dark creatures, vampires, werewolves or something?"

"Those are nothing more than inferior cannon fodder and vassals. Malfoy pouted disdainfully.

"And who else?"

"The Red Robe Wizard and the Highland Wizard. ”

"Russians and Celts? How could they get involved?"

"If you were one of us, I would be happy to share this information with you. But for now, as you said, we're on the opposite side, so do you think I should sue you?" Malfoy said.

"Of course it is, it's for your health, Malfoy. Silver tapped his wand with his fingers, "I don't want to use more violent means to get what I want." ”

"If you dare to do anything to me, you won't be able to get out of Malfoy Manor. ”

"You're a little panicked at this point, Malfoy. It makes me happy. Fifteen minutes ago, the manor guards threatened me to leave Malfoy Manor, and I came in, and they didn't do anything to me. Now guess what if I forcibly dementor you. Can your parents save you before you get turned into an idiot?"

"You're crazy!"

"I'm crazy, Malfoy. Silver threatened, "I'm angry, I need to figure out who is going to kill me, and if I don't get a satisfactory answer, I'll do it myself, at least let everyone know I'm not easy to mess with." ”

"But you're helping Harry Potter, he's the Dark Lord's enemy!

"In the same way, it's normal for me to kill you, Draco. Silver pointed his wand at Malfoy's face, "You don't think you're going to want to challenge my patience." You should know that I killed four people that night, and I don't care about adding one more. ”

"Okay, I say, I say !!"

"Wise choice. Silver lowered his wand, "Now we can have a truly pleasant conversation." ”

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The air was cool at dawn and the morning light was faint, and Harry was walking on a mountain road. Shrouded in a thick fog below, is a hazy town. Was the man he was looking for down there? He desperately needed that person, and that person knew the answer. Know the answer to his question......

"Hey, wake up. ”

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on a camp bed in Ron's dimly lit attic. The sun had not yet risen, and it was still dark in the house. The little pig buried his head under his little wings and slept soundly. The scar on Harry's forehead hurt and stabbed.

"You're talking in your dreams. ”

"Really?"

"yes. 'Dumbledore. You've been saying 'Dumbledore'. ”

Harry didn't have glasses, and Ron's face looked blurry.

"Did you dream of Dumbledore?"

"How do I know? ”

Harry rubbed his forehead. Lost in thought.

"I think I missed him too much. ”

Harry sat up, still rubbing his scars, now fully conscious. He struggled to remember what he had seen in his dream, but all he could remember was the outline of a rolling mountain and a small village in a deep canyon.

"I think he was trying to tell me to go somewhere. ”

"Who?

"A small mountain village in a canyon. It doesn't look like it's in the UK. ”

"It can't be the Adversary snooping on your mind. You can't see an illusion, right?"

Ron's voice was worried.

"Alright, don't think too much," Harry said. "I haven't had a weird dream in a long time, it must have been because I was so tired yesterday. ”

"Then you have to lift your spirits today, because today will be more tiring, and it will not be easy to convince my parents to agree that you will leave the privet road to our house, and the people of the Order of the Phoenix have urgently set up a lot of protective charms in our house for this reason. Ron said, "Okay, happy birthday to you." ”

"Wow - yes, how did I forget! I'm seventeen!"

Harry grabbed his wand from the side of the camp bed, pointed to the messy desk where he was placing his glasses, and said, "The glasses are flying!" Even though the glasses were only a foot away from him, it was a great satisfaction to watch them whizz towards him. But it didn't last long: the glasses flew over and poked him in the eye.

"It's not bad. Ron snorted.

Harry reveled in the joy of the disappearing traces, and he let Ron's things fly around the room, causing the piglets to wake up in their cages flapping their wings excitedly. Harry also tried his hand at magically tying the shoelaces of his touring shoes (it took him minutes to untie the knot), and then, purely for fun, he turned the orange jerseys on Ron's Chadri artillery posters bright blue.

"I'm going to use your pants zipper empty-handed. Ron warned Harry, who quickly looked down to see it, and Ron giggled. "This is a gift for you, just open it here, but you can't show it to my mother. ”

"A book?" Harry said, taking the rectangular package, "a bit of a farewell to tradition, isn't it?"

"It's no ordinary book," Ron said, "it's a lot of gold: "Twelve Ways to Beat a Witch," which explains everything you need to know about girls. If I had read this book earlier, I wouldn't have ...... Ahem, Fred and George gave me a copy and I figured out a lot. You'll be surprised, and you don't have to use a wand. ”

They made their way to the kitchen and found a large pile of presents waiting for Harry on the table. Bill and Charlie were almost done with breakfast, and Mrs. Weasley stood in front of the frying pan and chatted with them.

"Harry, Arthur told me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday. Mrs. Weasley looked at him with a smile and said, "He has to go to work early, but he'll be back for dinner." Our gift is on top. ”

Harry sat down, picked up the square package Mrs. Weasley had pointed to, and opened it. Inside is a watch with a gold texture, no hands on the dial, only a few stars running.

"It's a tradition for wizards to give him a watch when they come of age. Mrs. Weasley said, looking at him uneasily from the kitchen stove, "This watch is a little old, in fact it used to belong to my brother Fabian, he was very careless with things, and the back of the watch was a little uneven, but—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Harry had already stood up and hugged her tightly. Harry wanted to pour a lot of unspoken meaning into the hug, and Mrs. Weasley probably understood. As Harry let go of her, she patted Harry's cheek unnaturally, and then waved her wand a little disjointedly, causing half of the cured pork to jump out of the frying pan and fall to the floor. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Harry whispered, it was a feeling of guilt in his heart, the Weasleys had been so good to him, and he had to hide it from them, leaving home with their youngest son on a journey that would kill him at any moment, which made Harry feel guilty of a loss of conscience. (To be continued......)