After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 175 Merlin and Ian 3

"Because of some previous misunderstandings, the students at Hogwarts all misunderstand me." Harry lied without blushing or beating his heart, his eyes natural and sincere, as if it were really what he said. He paused with an embarrassed look on his face and continued, "So..."

Draco looked at Harry's expression, and although he felt a little confused, he could still understand his situation. He felt that Harry seemed to have something difficult to say.

"I see you're also worried about your dance partner. I mean, maybe we can go together? That way you'll have a shield, and I won't have to go alone..." Harry looked at Draco expectantly, with a hint of earnestness in his eyes.

Draco's thoughts were gradually drawn elsewhere by Harry's words, and he began to think about whether this proposal was feasible. He thought that in this way, he could indeed avoid the embarrassment of attending the ball alone, and the people at Durmstrang might also behave themselves better.

However, he and Harry Potter were not familiar with each other, so why did the other party choose him as a dance partner?

Draco shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these chaotic thoughts. He told himself not to dwell on it too much, as this decision wouldn't be a big loss for him after all.

At this moment, Harry stared at Draco expectantly, hoping to get his response. Draco finally nodded slowly in agreement under Harry's gaze.

Harry was secretly delighted, but he remained calm on the surface. This made Draco not suspect anything. Neither of them revealed that they had become dance partners.

The warriors were supposed to lead the dance, and when Harry and Draco arrived at their waiting area, quite a few people were stunned. They weren't exactly sworn enemies, but they'd never really interacted, so the significance of a dance partner at this ball was obvious...

Draco was used to being the center of attention. He adjusted his white dress and waited quietly. He truly didn't understand the meaning of a dance partner. After all, he had been the center of attention since he started school, and such occasions were all too familiar to him.

Harry, on the other hand, looked a little nervous. He clenched his fists slightly and tried to keep himself calm.

Harry's eyes remained on Draco the entire time, as if everything around him had disappeared.

Draco was wearing a pure white dress. This color had extremely high requirements for the wearer, but Draco, with his perfect body proportions and unique temperament, was able to control it just right.

Although he was a little thin, the well-tailored suit cleverly highlighted his slender waist, making people want to take a closer look.

Harry's fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to touch that place uncontrollably. He secretly imagined that if he held Draco's waist with his hands, would he be able to completely control him in his palms...

Draco's skin is as white as snow, which is a natural advantage. Even if he undergoes Quidditch training under the scorching sun every day, it cannot change his milky white skin.

Every detail of his appearance is so exquisite, from hair to toes, revealing the elegance and nobility of aristocracy.

Harry couldn't help swallowing, feeling an indescribable joy in his heart.

He began to fantasize, if he could win the competition and become the champion, would Draco agree to give him a chance to pursue her?

This thought kept lingering in his mind, making him full of anticipation and anxiety.

Hermione was not as shocked as the others, but admired the Malfoy's handsome face with interest, and then rolled her eyes at Harry.

She had known about this as early as the day Harry chased out, and this scene was expected.

However, she could imagine how lively the hall would become. After all, it was a rare sight to see Slytherin's most beloved girl dancing with the Savior...

Hermione lowered her head, her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry welled up in her heart.

Draco's identity is too special. If that person finds out, it will be a disaster for both Draco and Harry.

Did Harry consider these consequences?

As Hermione expected, when Harry and Draco walked into the hall together, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Hermione glanced around quickly and saw Ron with his mouth open, Pansy's eyes burning with anger, Blaise frowning, Ginny looking at them in disbelief, Snape with a gloomy face, and Dumbledore looking a little serious.

Did Headmaster Dumbledore also think about what she had just thought about? Hermione couldn't help but wonder.

When the dance music started, Harry and Draco's performance was amazing. Their dancing was graceful and skillful, and they coordinated with each other, as if they were born to be a perfect dance partner.

The people around couldn't help but be impressed and cast admiring glances at him.

Pansy was like a mother hen protecting her calves, firmly believing that the little prince was still young. Blaise always laughed at her, but he also silently blocked many of the flirts for Draco.

At this moment, looking at Draco dancing like a prince, Pansy's heart was filled with pride and honor. She knew that Draco would be the most dazzling presence at this ball.

For Harry, this ball is not only a chance to show himself, but also a chance to get closer to Draco.

He hopes that through this dance, he can break down the barriers between them and build a deeper... friendship.

Mad-Eye Moody hid in an unnoticed corner, quietly observing everything on the dance floor.

His eyes fell on Draco and Harry, who looked so well-matched.

An inscrutable smile appeared on his face, and then he picked up the wine jug that he always carried with him and took a big gulp, with the malice in his eyes almost overflowing.

Finally, he turned around and disappeared quietly into the darkness.

After the ball, Draco was dragged around by Pansy and talked about him for a long time, but that was not the point. What was really important was that the day before the game, Harry found an opportunity and successfully found Draco who was alone.

"Draco." Harry looked at Draco and stuttered for some reason.

"Hmm? What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?" Draco didn't know what the savior wanted to do with him. "I still have..."

"Harry. Just call me Harry." Harry suddenly interrupted Draco, his eyes fixed on Draco.

"Um, okay, Harry." Draco hesitated, wondering if he and the Savior had reached the point where they could address each other in such an intimate way?

He had to admit that this savior looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"Will you come to watch the game tomorrow?" Harry looked at Draco expectantly, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes.

"Of course," Draco answered without hesitation, but he was a little confused as to why Harry asked that. Draco had complete confidence in Hogwarts, so it was only natural that he would go to the match and witness his school's victory.

"That's great." Harry smiled delightedly when he heard Draco's affirmative answer.

He took a deep breath and continued, "I mean, maybe you would be willing to give me some time after the game?" After saying that, he clenched his fists nervously, staring at Draco, as if waiting for his response.

Draco frowned, looking at Harry in confusion. He didn't understand Harry's intentions at all, but out of politeness, he nodded in agreement. After all, he had no other plans after the game.

"Okay." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, a bright smile on his face. He looked at Draco gratefully, his heart filled with joy. Great! He secretly congratulated Draco for agreeing to his request, which made him feel extremely excited.

Draco smiled and responded to Harry, then turned and walked into the Divination classroom. Harry stood there, watching Draco's back as he left, until he could no longer see him.

He was extremely excited and secretly made up his mind to win tomorrow's game and become the champion!

After Divination class, Draco had nothing to do because tomorrow was a competition day, so he didn't have classes for a while.

So he strolled alone to the Black Lake to enjoy the quiet time.

Draco found a deserted place and sat down, admiring the beautiful scenery of the sunset and the white snow.

He rested his head on his bent knees and sat quietly, his thoughts drifting away.

Draco's headaches had been getting worse lately, and he could only feel some relief when he was emptying himself like he was now.

However, the question that had troubled him for years came back to him: Why did he lose his memory and wake up on the Hogwarts Express?

He had asked his family and friends indirectly, but they all said they didn't notice anything unusual that day. There was no sign that anyone had entered the box...

Thinking of this, Draco couldn't help but frown and rub his aching temple.

As he gazed at the world, an indescribable doubt welled up in his heart.

He begins to question his own existence and the reality of the world.

He often had a strange feeling, as if he had been to certain corners of Hogwarts before, and had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with these places.

He always succeeded in those spells the first time, as if he had practiced them countless times, and he could even make potions effortlessly without the Dean's instructions...

And sometimes he unconsciously feels disgusted with some people...

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Draco shivered. He looked up at the sky and found that the sun had set and night was gradually falling.

He stood up, brushed off the snow on his body, and prepared to return to the castle.

Draco stepped deep and shallow on the snow, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints.

Snowflakes kept falling, covering the traces of his footsteps.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, recalling recent events, and he found that he seemed to have some strange abilities and memories, which made him confused and uneasy.

When Draco was halfway there, he saw a familiar figure. It was Harry! He was walking towards him, a look of anxiety on his face.

Draco frowned, wondering what Harry wanted from him. He stopped and waited for Harry to approach.

"Draco!" Harry shouted.

Draco stopped and waited for Harry to come closer. "Why are you here?" Draco asked.

"I have something to say to you." Harry's voice trembled.

Draco looked at Harry, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. He didn't know what Harry wanted to say, but his intuition kept sending him warnings. He felt that Harry's expression and tone revealed a strangeness.

No! That's not right! This person is definitely not Harry Potter!

Draco's hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightly grasped his wand, but he pretended to be calm when he asked, "What did you say?"

At the same time, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to get out of the current predicament.

Why would this person pretend to be Harry Potter to approach him? Was it just a joke or a prank? Impossible! Draco clearly felt the strong malice emanating from the other person.

This place was too secluded, and if he screamed for help, no one would hear him. Even if he sent out a distress signal and waited for the professor and the others to arrive, it would take some time...

At this moment, Harry seemed to lower his head shyly, then raised his head unexpectedly with an evil smile.

Then the curse sounded: "Stupefy."

Although Draco had been alert for a long time, his body's reaction was still a beat slow. After being hit by the sleeping spell, he fell heavily to the ground.

Harry picked up Draco easily and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

The wand in Draco's hand slipped weakly and fell into the snow, and was soon buried by the thick snow.

Before long, no traces could be seen on the snow.

Harry stood at the entrance of the maze, looking around, but he didn't see the person he was thinking about.

Why hasn’t Draco come yet? Was he delayed by something?

Harry couldn't help but frown, feeling a little worried and lost.

He was expecting Draco to come and cheer him on, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Harry, don't be nervous. Come on!" Mad-Eye Moody patted Harry's shoulder encouragingly, but his eyes revealed a hint of elusive meaning.

"Thank you, Professor Moody," Harry replied politely, looking away.

He told himself not to worry too much, maybe Draco was just delayed by something, and he would be able to see him after the game.

Despite the lack of Draco's on-site support, Harry was still confident that he could win the game.

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes becoming firm and resolute. He glanced at the audience for the last time, and then, at the referee's urging, resolutely stepped into the maze.

Knowing that countless challenges lie ahead, Harry firmly believes that he has enough strength to cope with them. With his courage, wisdom and perseverance, Harry will conquer this maze and become the ultimate winner.