"Let's talk, Harry."

When Hannibal approached Harry, the rest of the younger Lestrades automatically avoided it, largely because they wanted to give the two of them a quiet environment.

Speaking of which, Harry's personality and some habits of doing things were also influenced by Hannibal, and Hannibal was very happy to have cultivated a Harry himself. It's just that she didn't expect Harry to fall into a relationship one day, they had both suspected that Harry was probably someone who wouldn't be in love, he was just imitating.

This is the feeling of all the little Reistrid after Harry and Draco established their relationship at the beginning, they think that Harry is imitating both in behavior and behavior, imitating Reistrid and Mycroft and imitating Hannibal and others.

It's just that the imitator will evolve one day, just like Harry has finally led himself into the emotional misunderstanding.

Hannibal heard about Harry and Draco, and he couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong, after all, there was no right or wrong in a relationship. Loki told him that Harry couldn't tell if Draco had really become a Death Eater or if it was all a hoax, and he was confused and overwhelmed.

There is some danger in Harry like this, so he needs someone to enlighten him, and that is Hannibal.

Harry came back to his senses and looked at Hannibal, "Okay. ”

He said yes, and Hannibal handed him a glass of milk, though he wanted more wine...... Their Monsieur Lestrade would not have indulged them in drinking as a minor.

"Harry, you've put yourself in a trap."

"What?"

Hannibal looked at the night scene outside, it was beautiful, wasn't it, his previous houses were all small villas, very quiet, there was no chance to see such a different view, everyone was at different stages and saw things from different angles.

"Your heart doesn't believe Draco? Malfoy betrayed you, betrayed Hogwarts, didn't he? ”

Harry hesitated and nodded, yes, he didn't believe Draco would betray them, because Draco knew better than anyone else that no matter how tragic the war would be, justice would ultimately prevail. Voldemort couldn't win, he was alone in his struggles, and even if someone supported him, it was just a matter of forcing him.

So he didn't believe Draco would choose to become a Death Eater.

"But what are you confused Harry, don't trust that person or don't trust yourself?"

Harry opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer Hannibal's question, didn't he trust? Who does he not trust? I'm still Draco, or ...... their feelings.

He stood there with the milk and began to think seriously, Lestrade came out of the bedroom and saw Hannibal and Harry standing in front of the window facing each other, he turned around and whispered to his fiancé, Mycroft put down the papers in his hand, came out of the room and shook his head at Lestrade, and pulled the man back.

"There's been a lot going on lately, and Harry seems a little confused, and I just heard them say that Hannibal should enlighten Harry, and I guess the two of them are talking."

Lestrade had also heard something, he closed the door and sat on the couch in the room, sighed and said to Mycroft, "I remember you said earlier that Draco took over the entire Malfoy family?" ”

Mycroft nodded, "And I heard he's become a Death Eater, that's why Harry ......"

Lestrade burst out laughing, they had dealt with the Malfoys, and he didn't believe they would choose Voldemort.

"Selfishly, I believe in Draco, and I think Harry is too."

Harry looked at Hannibal and said, "I believe Draco. ”

Hannibal patted Harry on the shoulder, "So keep believing it, but don't take Draco?" Malfoy is a person you want to protect, and I don't think he'll be happy with your position on him. ”

Just as Hannibal saw Will as an object to be relied upon and trusted, he didn't want Harry to put Draco in a position to be protected.

"No, Draco is the one who can make me believe that I will deliver my life, and maybe I need his protection."

Harry raised the glass in his hand and slammed it into Hannibal with a crisp sound, "I'm worried about you." ”

"You should have said that to the rest of your brothers, Harry."

Everyone was worried about Harry's condition, and they wanted Harry to see through it.

Harry gave Draco all his credit, but ...... Sometimes things are dramatic and bloody, and when the people he loves abandon him completely, Harry doesn't know what else can keep him going.

Perhaps it was because of what Harry said to Hannibal at the time, "Draco is the one who can make me believe in life." ”

Harry created a shackle for himself and locked himself in it with his own hands.

On Christmas Eve 2013, it snowed.

Draco stood in the mirror and looked at himself in his black robe, his face bloodless, because the man had asked him to go, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Draco buttoned up, and the magic mirror reproached him for his bad looks lately, not at all like a Malfoy.

Draco told it to shut up, he didn't want to quarrel with a mirror.

It's just that...... In fact, the magic mirror is not wrong,

His complexion is indeed very bad.

Draco came out of the room and saw the house-elves waiting outside the door, he pursed his lips as he remembered the potions he had made recently, and then said to the house-elves, "The potions in the secret room will be given to Mr. immediately, don't say anything, and I have a letter on my desk for Mr. ”

The gentleman house-elf in his mouth knows, that Potions Master Severus? Snape.

"And ...... After that, whether I ask questions about potions or letters, don't answer them, it's a command. ”

Draco had a bad feeling in his heart, he always felt like he couldn't come back, he laughed self-deprecatingly, how could that person take him to the druid if he knew his thoughts, but if he didn't know what he was doing behind his back...... Where does this bad premonition come from?

The house-elves timidly said yes, and they hurriedly did as Draco had told them. You know, Draco made a lot of potions, and it was impossible for one person to send them all to Snape.

Draco looked at the busy house-elf and pondered for a moment, he hoped his hunch was wrong, but he was still worried about saying Merry Christmas to Harry this year.

Before leaving Malfoy Manor, he said to himself, "Merry Christmas, Harry. ”

In fact, Voldemort had been waiting for this day for a long time, and Christmas was the perfect time, and he summoned Draco alone to prepare to put the hydra snake into Draco's body today. The druids were ready and waiting for Draco to arrive.

Voldemort sat on a high throne and watched the pale young man get closer and closer, he was very interested in Draco's reaction, the person kneeling there looked neither humble nor arrogant, but his body trembled slightly, Voldemort wondered if he had guessed something.

Voldemort lifted Draco's head and looked at those beautiful eyes, which would soon only turn because of him, Harry? Potter was destined to lose to himself, could he give Draco? Malfoy's supreme glory, as long as he is faithful only to himself.

"Master, do you have something to tell me when you called me?"

"It's not urgent, you come with me."

Draco knew where he was going as he looked at the familiar corridor, he followed behind Voldemort and frowned, what did this person bring him here from the druid's place?

Voldemort pushed the door open, and the druids inside stood up and nodded to Voldemort to show their respect, they were arrogant old people of the ancient religion, and they thought they were a level higher than ordinary wizards, so they looked up to Voldemort who claimed to be Merlin's apprentice, but pretended not to see Draco.

Draco's last memory was Voldemort's smiling face, that eerie smiling face.

Passing out, Voldemort used a levitation charm to place Draco on the stone bed in the middle of the room, and the druid slowly approached from the top of the room shelf, holding a glass bottle with several snake heads entwined together and spitting letters.

This was what the druids called the Hydra Snake, and they reached in and grabbed one of the snake's heads......

Voldemort watched as they made a hole in the back of Draco's neck, put the still moving snake head inside, and then used magic to heal Draco's wounds. Voldemort changed his position, in fact, the multi-headed demon snake is very convenient to use to control people, but ...... He didn't want to waste such a treasure on a pile of waste.

"As long as you protect the body, this magic can't be unraveled."

Voldemort nodded when he heard the druids say this, he told the druids to go and rest, he would wait for Draco to wake up from his coma, and then give him the first task, he would be Draco's master, the only one who would be loyal to him.

Snape was shocked to see what the Malfoys' house-elves had delivered, the amount of potions was staggering. And the house-elf solemnly handed him a letter, and the elf at the head looked at Snape for a long time, and finally she began to beat her head, "Sir, these are all made by our little master every night when he has insomnia, and the little master was called away by the Dark Lord. ”

Because Snape was Draco's elder, she wanted to speak, she had taken care of Draco since she was a child, she was always a house-elf by Draco's side, and unlike the Dobby who left, she knew her little master better.

Her little master was doing something dangerous, and she knew it but couldn't help it.

Snape looked at the elf punishing him and sighed, "I see...... Wait, I'll see if there's anything I want to tell you. ”

The elf shook his head quickly, "Sir, the little master told us to go back immediately, and not to listen to anything and not to take anything." ”

Draco was worried that Snape would say more or send a message, so he insisted that they return to Malfoy Manor as soon as they finished delivering their things.

Snape waved his hand to get them away, Sirius had already looked at the potions, and he smacked his tongue in surprise, "Draco's potions skills are already overtaking you, Severus." ”

"Is that your point? Black? ”

As he spoke, he opened the letter in his hand, which was in a familiar font, from Draco.

Draco explained a lot more in the letter, including his concern about Voldemort's sudden summoning of him, and sent a letter of resignation from the prefect, hoping that Snape would approve it.

Snape read the letter and closed his eyes, he had returned to the Order of the Phoenix after his undercover work, and was called the perfect spy, but ...... Actually, Draco did it better than him, and he wrote down everything he had to do next, and by the way, explained what was in the Room of Requirement.

The letter looked like a suicide note to Snape, and the man said he might not be him anymore.

In the early hours of Christmas morning, Voldemort looked at the awakened teenager and smiled, "Draco? Malfoy? ”

The man turned to look at him and replied somewhat mechanically, "Yes, my master." 166 Reading Network