The Fate of Harry Potter

The cold moonlight shines through the glass of the window on the hospital floor. Everything in the hospital seems to be covered with thin white mist under the moonlight, which looks soft and quiet.

Natea, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened her eyes and found herself on the hospital bed. She shook her head and tried hard to recall what had happened before.

"You're awake"

It was Draco's voice that rang beside him, but Natea looked around and didn't see where the person was.

Draco pulled off the invisible cloak that covered him, and he leaned against the Nitya's bed, "I borrowed the invisible cloak from Potter, because Mrs. Pomfrey would not allow anyone except the patient to stay here."

Natea recalled what happened before and said anxiously, "Draco, what happened before."

"I already know, Porter told me everything." Draco interrupted Nitya's explanation.

"Everything said it" Niteya was a little surprised.

"Yes, I said it all, maybe even something you wouldn't have told me." Draco's tone became a little strange.

"What are you saying, what I won't tell you?" Draco's inexplicable attitude made Nateya feel a little uneasy.

Draco did not follow this topic anymore. He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, which was the ancient Runevin code written by Nitya.

"I have figured out this. The number corresponding to the magical animals is, 9, 12, 9, 11, 5, 21. Put this set of numbers into the alphabet. The corresponding letters are i,, i, k, e, u," Draco smiled bitterly and continued, "iikeu, I should be happy to see this sentence. I have been waiting for your reply, but now I can't be happy to see this sentence. Natea, I can't feel your feelings."

Natea began to feel uneasy when Draco took out the parchment paper. She had imagined many ways of Draco unlocking these codes, but she would never be like this. His expression was cold and his tone was plain. Such Draco made Natea feel a little scared.

"If this is really your feelings for me, then why do you have to reject me again and again? What are you worried and afraid because of?" Draco looked at Nitya, his eyes revealed with pain and confusion.

"Draco, I" Niteya's two completely different thoughts were constantly colliding fiercely. While eager to tell Draco everything, she also told herself that she could not drag Draco into danger selfishly.

"Can't you say it?" Draco seemed to have expected Nitya's reaction long ago, "Is it related to your life experience?"

Natea looked at Draco nervously, "What did you know?"

"I'm sorry, in the basement warehouse that day, I saw the family's family's family. I wanted to remind you to take it away, but I was too curious, so I looked it through. What I didn't expect was that I couldn't find your name on it." Draco observed Niteya's reaction. She was nervous, but was not surprised by this. It seemed that she had known it for a long time. "Michelle knew it, of course, she is your best friend, how could she not know it?"

Natea became speechless, and Draco didn't care. He continued, "I've always wondered why you are so keen on pursuing the secret room. Now I know, it's because of the Dark Lord. You told Potter that your mother died because of the Dark Lord, but why do I remember that Field Manor claimed to be the death of illness? If the Dark Lord is the hidden truth, why did you choose to tell Potter, and never mentioned it to me because you have a similar experience, do you think that telling him can find resonance?" Draco paused for a moment and continued, "If you really like me, then why am I not the one who can listen to your thoughts? Do you think I care if your surname is Field or I think I care that you have a heart that wants to avenge the Dark Lord or something I don't know."

"Do you know I've really had enough of this feeling?" Draco looked at Natea in disappointment, "Potter, Michelle, they are the ones who can participate in your world, they are the ones who can make you express your feelings, and I will always be an outsider."

"It's not like that, Draco, I never regarded you as an outsider." Nateya grabbed Draco's hand, and she was afraid that he would leave like this.

"Then tell me, tell me everything," Draco growled in a trembling voice, longing for Natea to say everything.

What I wanted to say came to my mouth, and Cinetteya couldn't speak out anything.

"Haha" Draco laughed twice as he laughed, and he pulled back the hand that was being grabbed by Nydia, then stood up, "If this is what you call like, I would rather not."

Draco walked towards the hospital gate. When he reached the door, he stopped and said without looking back, "Invisible Clothes, I'll help me return it to Potter." After that, he opened the hospital gate and left the hospital.

Looking at Draco's departure, Natea curled herself up to the head of the bed with sadness, buried her head between her arms, and burst into tears. She wished she could rush out to hold Draco at all costs, but she couldn't do it. Now she was powerless to change the fate waiting for her. She was just facing Voldemort's soul and she had no power to resist. She was not afraid of Voldemort, but she was afraid that Draco would be hurt because of herself.

When Nateya returned the invisible clothes to Harry the next day, Harry looked at Nateya's eyes that were red and swollen from crying and the deep dark circles under his eyes. He vaguely felt that the conflict between Nateya and Draco might have some of his own factors. He felt guilty in his heart, but he did not dare to ask. He was worried that talking about it again would make Nateya even more sad, so he had to keep silently paying attention to Nateya's situation.

Quidditch training was conducted in the rain on Friday night. Although Wood has increased the training recently, when the rain is getting heavier and heavier, he stopped training and asked all the players to go back to rest for the sake of the players' health. However, Konidia still flew in the air like crazy and refused to stop. Harry tried to persuade him for a long time but it was no effect. In the end, Fred and George forced her to drag her off the flying broom.

The result of staying in the wind and rain for a long time was that she had a high fever that night, so that she spent two days on the weekend lying in her dormitory bed in a drowsy manner. However, this was a good thing for Nitya, because she would not have to face other people's questions.

On Monday, she tried to make herself look calm and walked out of the public lounge. Draco, an ancient Runi class, did not appear. Although Nateya felt relieved, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. But the potion class was different, it was a compulsory course.

When Natea walked into the Potion Classroom, Draco was already in his original position, but the position next to him that originally belonged to Natea was now sitting Brace.

When Breth saw Natea walking in, he elbowed Draco and told him that Natea was coming, but he did not respond. Natea walked straight to the position next to Neville and sat down, because Snape scolded Neville almost every class, causing no one to dare to sit next to him in case he was implicated by him.

After Snape walked into the classroom, his eyes wandered around Draco and Natea for a while before starting today's course. Neville was still targeted by Snape. Natea's existence did not help him much, because Natea was not in a state at all. She was able to successfully boil today's potion, thanks to the solid basic skills forced out by Snape in the past two years.

After the Potions class, Snape left Natea alone.

"It seems that you are very idle recently. Not only do you go to participate in Quidditch training, but you also meddled with Porter to practice the patron spell." Snape walked to the potion made in Natea's class, "Look at what you made."

"At least it's still right." Natea tried to excuse herself.

"You call such things right." Snape looked at Niteya sternly, "Remember to me that potions that cannot achieve the greatest effect are all called invalid garbage."

Natea pursed her lips and dared not continue to talk back.

"I heard you smashed a chair in the magic history classroom. I thought you should be able to control your emotions after the summer closure surgery." Snape said in a slow tone, "Why didn't your father teach you the unforgivable curse? Then next time you lose control, we should be worried about the safety of other students in the school."

"Why don't you tell me directly? Obviously you know." Nedia looked at Snape in confusion. She didn't even know why this happened to her, so how should she prevent this from happening again?

Snape was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Maybe you should spend your time understanding your ancestors' situation, rather than wasting time with Potter to listen to the teachings of another person who is prone to losing control."

Snape took out a bottle of potion and stuffed it into Nitya's hand, "Send this to our crazy black magic defense teacher, tell him by the way, you won't participate in his small courses anymore. Before you can control your emotions well, it's best not to take the initiative to find excitement."