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    Slytherin Code of Conduct Seventy-one: Make a decision and stick to it

    After a period of practice, Harry began to feel the headache that he had not seen for a long time. It was difficult enough for Harry to close an open brain, but to reopen a brain that was accustomed to insulating from intrusions, especially when he knew that there was interference from thoughts.  It is even more difficult when you have headaches.  At any rate, he did it in the end, thanks to Fred's Christmas gift, which was the box of high-purity brandy-centered chocolates that had been confiscated by Professor Moody and had been found to be intact - sometimes alcohol is really a good thing.

    Harry rubbed his forehead. In the past few days, he had begun to connect with Voldemort's thoughts intermittently again. They were all very confusing and fragmented fragments. Sometimes it was the dark ocean and the isolated island, and sometimes it was the marble corridor of the Department of Mysteries.  After a while, there were rough stone doors again, but yesterday was a breakthrough, regarding the corridor of the Department of Mysteries, and the big black door at the end of the corridor that was always closed tightly. This time he finally pushed open the big black door and entered.  He walked into a circular room full of doors - well, although it was just a step forward, it was not cut off by his conditioned closed brain like before, which was finally an improvement.

    "Have a headache?" Draco reached out and touched Harry's forehead. He knew that Harry's Occlumency had entered the second level of activation, and it was helpless to not sleep well.

    "It's that dream, Draco. Voldemort has broken through the black door in the corridor." Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking care of his game uniform, while describing to Draco his chaotic and chaotic  Dreams without logical sequence, "I just don't know why I keep dreaming about the ocean and isolated islands, and a stone door with Mennonite written on it. Isn't that a branch of ancient German language? Strange." Harry mumbled in confusion.  .

    Draco froze for a moment. Azkaban's defense had reached an unprecedented level due to his father's efforts, hoping to delay the Dark Lord's ability to master the secret of the Prophecy Ball as much as possible. Harry's progress indeed lived up to their expectations.  Expectations, but why are there Mennonite stone doors?  Draco couldn't understand it at all. Things had changed so much that he no longer dared to take it for granted based on his past life memories.

    "Well - maybe, once the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff is over, you can go to Professor Snape to test your results." Draco looked at Harry worriedly.  Harry touched his forehead. The feeling of being caught by the professor was indeed terrifying, but he was willing to risk it!

    "Gloomy situation, gloomy mood and gloomy weather, this is the current situation that Slytherin will face in the second game of the Quidditch season.

    Brees was lying on the window sill in the stadium locker room and looking out, "The weather is really not good. It looks like it will rain heavily soon."

    Harry stood on tiptoe and took a look outside. It was just ten o'clock in the morning, and the sky was extremely dark. He would not be surprised at all if there would be lightning and thunder soon. "I know a waterproof spell. Do you want to do a preventive test first?"  try?"

    Blaise shrugged, "I'm not worried about this. Ever since Diggory graduated from Hufflepuff, they haven't had any decent team members. I mean tomorrow is Hogsmeade weekend, such bad weather  It will affect your dating mood."

    Before Harry could say anything, Monte's roar arrived, and then they picked up their broomsticks and flew out one after another.

    Within five minutes of taking the field, huge raindrops came crashing down along with some rumbling thunder, hitting his body with coldness and pain. Five minutes later, Harry felt that the situation on the field was blurry, with heavy rain and strong wind.  It caused a large amount of foggy water vapor. Under such conditions, even if he cast a water-avoiding spell and a warmth-keeping spell on himself, even if the Firebolt didn't blow around like other people's brooms and often deviated from the direction, how could he possibly find the gold?  And the Snitch¡ªunless it was dangling two inches from his nose.

    It was getting darker and darker, and Harry even had the illusion that he could only see clearly the situation on the field with the help of the instant light of lightning. During most of the remaining dark time, he could only rely on his ears to make up for his lack of vision.

    "Harry!" Blaise's voice suddenly came from not far away from the Hufflepuff goal.  "Harry, behind you!"

    Harry turned around, and saw a small golden bright spot shining in the rain-covered sky Found it!  But Hufflepuff's seeker also saw them at the same time. They were almost at the same distance, accelerating at the same time, and flying to the same place.  Harry urged the Firebolt, leaning on the broomstick and rolling towards the Golden Snitch - this was his bag, and his skill, ability, confidence and the Firebolt under his butt all determined this.  Harry was so sure that he even expected huge cheers from the Slytherin stands.

    but none!

    NoThe Liantang of the imperial class.  "Being a teacher is much more tiring than being a student.

    After Harry lay down, he still didn't give up, "Draco, why do you think he is happy?"

    "Many possibilities."

    "Then guess what his plan is?"

    "We can't make random guesses. If we guess in the wrong direction, we can easily mislead ourselves."

    "oh."

    The two of them were crowded together on the same bed. Harry was lying on Draco's pillow and covered with Draco's quilt. Draco's arms were under his neck and Draco's arms were around his waist. His face was buried in them.  In the crook of Draco's shoulder - Harry suddenly realized the intimacy between them, and his face suddenly burned.  He felt embarrassed, nervous, and more shy about such a posture, and maybe a little secretly happy Harry thought he might not have a sleepless night, but in fact, he fell asleep quickly, and it was very sweet -  ¡ª

    Draco looked at Harry who was sleeping soundly in his arms. A string of thin kisses extended from the scar on his forehead to his soft and moist lips - Scar, we will win!

    The next day, the front page of the Daily Prophet published the horrific news of a large-scale prison break from Azkaban.

    There are several long rows of black and white photos that almost take up half of the page. Among them are more than a dozen crazy Death Eaters who are famous, powerful, and terrifying to listen to. For example,

    Antonin Dolokhov brutally murdered brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

    August Rookwood leaked Ministry of Magic secrets to a mysterious man.

    Bellatrix Lestrange tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom, causing them to be permanently disabled.

    ¡­¡­

    Harry put down the newspaper. He now understood why Voldemort was so happy last night.  He has checked the information on several people here. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are Voldemort's right-hand men. Not only are they incredibly wealthy, they are also very powerful. For example, Bellatrix Lestrange is the Western  Reese's cousin is also Draco's aunt. I heard that she and her husband are very, very powerful, even compared to Sirius, a professional Auror who is very powerful - Harry couldn't help but look at it.  He glanced at Neville Longbottom on the Gryffindor table, and then turned away, with a fire of anger burning in his chest - he must win this war, and he must let these people be punished by law.  sanctions!

    Draco raised his eyes and looked at the professor's table. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were having a serious conversation. The other teachers were also reading newspapers seriously. Dean Snape was eating porridge with no expression on his face, but Umbridge, obviously  He looked like he was facing an enemy - not for the escaped Death Eaters, but for Headmaster Dumbledore's serious attitude.

    Draco took a deep breath, what should come will always come, all they have to do is meet the challenge.  Perhaps under such bad news, thinking in a better direction, Fudge will be able to jump around in a few days, and the road to future power belonging to his father will gradually become smoother.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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