grryffindor secret

Chapter 13

He wasn't really sure if, as he and Hermione had surmised, he had claimed a secret room, "The Chamber of Secrets", his own.In fact Harry was getting irritated, because all sorts of things, as it all went on, piled up and were trying to drive his "emotional processor" which was just beginning to heal.

"Your blood, Harry." Hermione repeated, frowning, she kept looking at Harry's expression, but she didn't deny his thoughts, "I understand that wizard's blood is very important, besides, the history of Hogwarts castle is long enough, we don't There are still many secrets to know, so it is not impossible.”

"You mean, Harry got a permanent private room??" Ron jumped up, blinking his eyes. "That's cool! I bet Fred and they're going crazy with envy. To conduct those dangerous experiments in a place where people would not disturb, of course, the most important thing is to be able to avoid Filch—”

"Wake up Ron, apparently only Harry may be able to see it at the moment."

"Can't he allow us in? Like a master can do? Through, defenses, like the Fidelity Charm."

Harry wanted to get moving, whatever it was to do, instead of sitting in his dorm and counting the hours, "Would you like to come with me to see Hermione? Ron stay with Draco, in case he wakes up, tell We'll be back soon," he said, already reaching for his robes.

"Why me?" Ron grumbled, not really wanting the results to change, "Oh, me and Malfoy..."

"If you can break the spell for me, then Hermione can stay in your place..."

"Oh man... really don't need another game of chess?"

"I don't think Professor McGonagall was involved this time." Harry replied dryly, but they all remembered the great adventure of the first year, and he couldn't help his smile just like his two good friends, he Think he really loved Ron's sense of humor, "Well, I have to say, that game was really good."

He took Griffin who was still asleep, which made him feel a little sorry, and strode out of the dormitory with Hermione. Harry found the corridor with ease, and was not surprised to find that there was a quiet blank again.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked.

"Let me take a look." Hermione said as she drew out her wand, pointed it regularly on the blank wall, and cast a few detection spells, "Are you sure this is the spot Harry?"

"That's right," Harry replied, pointing his chin up, "There, there should have been a statue."

"Be patient, I think it might take your blood," Hermione said faster, "the blood is the medium, the Griffin is the key. Ron is right, it's similar to a defensive spell, remember Grimmauld Place Is it? But the defense here is more complicated, so the blood of the "protector" is required for the ritual." She raised her eyebrows, "And I have to say, Harry, it is too casual to stick a wand in a statue." Too reckless. In case this is some kind of trap left by the Death Eaters—"

"Mione, please." Harry learned the trick Draco used on him, and he blinked his green eyes innocently at Hermione - which caused her to roll her eyes, but at least she stopped nagging him "Now let's try opening it?"

"It will hurt a little."

"It's much easier than what Peter did." Harry grimaced.

Hermione took a vial of blood from his fingertip with her wand, floating the wisps around Harry and Griffin.

"Now, say your command silently," said Hermione curtly, "and hope it works..."

He repeated his wish in his head as if allowing Hermione to pass through the defenses.At the same time, Griffin probably sensed his thoughts, it broke free from his arms, spread its wings and hung in the air, and Harry watched in shock as it absorbed the blood, it melted into its body.

It was foggy again, and Hermione took a step back, and Harry moved closer to her, squeezing her wrist for reassurance.The process lasted for nearly 2 minutes, and as they thought, the fog cleared, the portal and the statue appeared, and Griffin fell back on Harry's shoulder.

"We succeeded?"

"We made it."

"Oh really it's Griffin..." Hermione approached and looked at the statue, she didn't forget to check it, and finally she gave up and retracted her wand, "Well, it's all right."

"Don't act like you're really expecting something from it, Mione." His tense nerves relaxed, and Harry pushed open the wooden door so Hermione could see what the chamber looked like, and strode inside, "Look , still empty, good, I don't need anything. Maybe it can be a storage room, I don't have to hide anymore...Merlin, if this technically belongs to me, why do I have to know where it came from Come--"

"Harry, don't you really want to tell me something? I know you don't really care what's going on in the Chamber of Secrets, do you?"

"what?"

"You've been absent-minded. You're definitely changing, Harry, you're getting better, you're talking to us. We're really happy, God knows how worried we are about you! But I'm not Ron, I can see what you're doing Annoyance, not Voldemort, not the Chamber of Secrets—"

"Of course, I'm worried, it's Griffin's Chamber of Secrets."

"...Harry."

"Maybe it's good news, Hermione." He stood still in the center of the room, and after he calmed down, he felt his heart was as empty as this secret room, "Tomorrow..."

"tomorrow?"

"Draco's recovering tomorrow, back to Malfoy's 17. Maybe at midnight, I don't know. Should I send him back to the Slytherin dungeon early or something? Should I have informed Zabini? Snape didn't." My clear instructions, I'm not sure if it's a good thing if he recovers and sees me first..."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, and she looked at her good friend complicatedly, they were silent in tacit understanding, the only sound came from the crackling of burning torches on the wall.

"You can't bear it, little boy. Are you?" Hermione asked softly.

"I don't know, we get along a little too well," Harry said bitterly, looking at his hands, his throat dry, "It was unexpected, I mean, everything got weird. I, Griffin, Draco, everything. I screwed up before, didn't I? I pushed you away, and if I could, sometimes I really want to hide in my invisibility cloak forever..."

"You're worried that you'll 'screw up' now too," Hermione said understandingly, "You can't take on everything by yourself. Remember what I told you? One can't let up suddenly, you've been tense for too long... yes Voldemort ruined everything, but now, now that's over, you don't have to worry about him anymore, worry about others, you just have to be yourself."

Yes, everything is going well, Harry told himself.There will be no more wars, no deaths, no more heart-rending partings, and everyone's life is gradually getting back on track.

—That would include Harry Potter, of course, anyway.

Draco was already awake when he and Hermione returned to the dorm.He was kneeling on the rug and playing with blocks with Ron, and it looked like they were working together on a dragon that was already taking shape.

Who would have thought a Weasley was playing with a Muggle toy with a Malfoy?

"Harry!" Draco stood up happily and hugged him, "come and see our dragon!"

"You seem to get along well." Harry put down Griffin and sat next to Draco, "Did Ron grab your blocks again?"

"Hey! I agreed to be a dragon with him! This time the little bastard got all the damn blocks...actually he woke up shortly after you left..."

"Watch your language, Ron! Also, you're having fun." Hermione broke him with a smile.

"Mione, you're really good at me..." Ron said deflatedly, and he shrugged. "Okay, how's your little investigation going?"

"As you said, adjusting the defenses required my blood to guide..." Harry replied, "Hermione was allowed in, she didn't see anything wrong there, I think."

For the rest of the time, Hermione didn't tell Ron about her last conversation with Harry, nor did she tell Draco about his impending recovery.This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't know how to explain that complicated feeling to Ron, and he didn't really want to deal with a five-year-old.

They played with the building blocks together for a while, and with Hermione's help, they successfully completed a Longhorn with glowing horns and even breathed out flames from the building blocks.

In the evening, they went to the hall to have dinner.Through the window in the corridor, he found that the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if a blizzard was brewing, he could faintly hear the howling of the wind in the distance, and the sky was dark as if it was about to fall to the ground at any time.

Hermione and Ron returned to Gryffindor Tower after dinner, leaving time for Harry and Draco.He led Draco back to the dormitory in no hurry, but walked slowly, "It's going to snow," Harry said suddenly, he looked down at the little boy, "Want to build a snowman with me?"

Without delay, he took Draco to the kitchen and found an orange and two cookies for the nose and eyes.Then they went around under the dormitory window, where there happened to be an open space, and Harry removed the stones that were in the way, and cut off the excess pine branches, "so we can see it even in the dormitory," he explained.

Harry actually didn't have a clear idea of ​​how to build a solid snowman without magic, and he really didn't have a chance to learn it in his childhood, he just made a few small ones in a hurry, and they didn't even qualify as snowmen.Apparently pureblood Draco Malfoy, who had grown up in the wizarding world, wouldn't know much more.

"What should we do?" Draco asked blankly, he was literally at his wits end, and Harry didn't look like he was going to use magic.

He pieced together the first step based on his poor experience. First, they needed to make two snowballs, one big and one small—using the Muggle method of course. Harry jumped up and grabbed the window sill of their dormitory, and summoned the little snowballs. The boy's hat, scarf and gloves, with a Warming Charm cast on them to ensure Draco didn't get frostbite.At the same time he caught Griffin's attention, and it flew up to the ledge to look down at them, sneezing a little from the cold air outside.

"We need to snowball. You take care of the small ones, Draco, and I take care of the big ones," Harry assigned them tasks, "Well, let me get all the snow over first, it'll save us a little effort…"

They were doing their snowball work, and it was a large enough field that Harry and Draco rolled the snowballs in both directions, one counterclockwise and one clockwise, until they got bigger and bigger.When they finally met, two snowballs, one big and one small, bumped lightly together.

Draco threw his head back and gave Harry a big smile, "We're done!" he announced happily, and Harry patted his little head lightly.

Eventually he gave up trying to fix the two snowballs with his bare hands - all thanks to being a wizard, Harry levitated the smaller one, let it fall on top of the larger one, and then used a spell to strengthen the connection between them.

"I promise it won't fall apart overnight, Draco." Harry said with a smile, he thought the little boy's worried look was really cute, "Now, you can add nose and eyes to it...speed up, You can enjoy it in your dorm room, I bet it's going to snow soon."

Finally, he and Draco completed their snowman, which had a nose made of oranges and eyes made of sweet-smelling cookies. Harry finally took out the lion hat that Luna had given him earlier, and put it on the snowman. on the head.

Draco tilted his head and looked at it for a moment. "That looks kind of scary," the little boy commented.

But Harry was satisfied with his finishing touch, "You'll get used to it, young man."—that's Gryffindor enough.

The snow soon swept through the castle, and Harry added a protective cover to the snowman to prevent it from being crushed by the coming storm.He sent Draco straight in through the bedroom window, and in the last few minutes he jumped onto the window ledge himself, then landed firmly, and closed the window backwards, keeping the cold out.

"Hermione will scream when she sees this."

Harry urged Draco to take a shower, their noses red with cold, and he really didn't want the little boy to catch a cold from his negligence on the last night.

Draco took a shower and dug out the storybook from his cabinet, and Harry watched in amazement as the little boy used a paintbrush to draw a new one with a lion's head on the last page, where James' snowman had melted. hat snowman.

"I don't like how this story ended," Draco declared, "I have better ones."

Harry blinked. "Well, of course you can," he said.

It took him longer than usual to coax a hyperactive little boy to bed, Draco kept asking for another look at their snowman, and Harry relented again and again, "I swear, this is the last time, Draco." .” He sighed, allowing Draco to lean over the window ledge again.

Harry admitted that it was kind of silly and weird, but he did it.He said good night to Draco, and after the little boy fell asleep, he stretched out the pajamas on him, and lay down on the edge of his bed, his arm resting on his chin, watching him quietly.

"You won't believe what this week means to me..."

Maybe there was resistance at first, but eventually he pulled him out of the darkness.As fate would have it, he was awakened, and the little one was like his antidote.

The wind outside was fading, Harry couldn't see whether the snow was still falling through the weak moonlight, Griffin leaned over and snuggled up to his forearm.The change happened at this moment, Harry almost jumped up, and he noticed that Draco's hair, who was lying on his side, had grown slowly, and returned to his familiar shoulder-length hair, loosely scattered on the pillow, he The little hands that were exposed outside also became knuckles. Draco was still awake, and he was frowning, as if he was suffering some kind of pain, his whole body was magnified.

Harry suspected that he was under the petrification spell, he froze in place, maintaining the posture of sitting on the carpet, witnessing everything.

Finally, he met those familiar silver-gray eyes again.

The world was silent for a few seconds, he was distracted thinking that his current posture and expression must be stupid, Harry couldn't even hear the wind outside the window.

"Potter?"